Hopper and OTA/MW
Hopper still didn't have any real grasp on this place. Just when he thought he had it figured out, something happened, something changed and his point of view altered. From fevered death dream to hell dimension to...he didn't even know what he thought now. Maybe it was a simple alternate reality, though there was nothing simple about that theory at all. It was, for the moment, the best working theory he had.
He was still reeling from the haunted woods that had tried to kill him and Eddie who was nice enough to go along with Hopper on a quest for Eggos. He would do anything for El, even risk his life on an ill fated quest for tasteless frozen waffles. He didn't want to die again, obviously, but chasing down waffles for El was worth facing the possibility. He just would have liked to have been forewarned of the dangers.
He'd survived, though. He and Eddie had made it back to the weird little town, full of booze and displaced people who were essentially trapped. Which brought him back around to his hell dimension theory, because that one still had merit. Everyone he'd talked to assured him that it wasn't hell, or any variation of hell, but he wasn't so sure. Even if it was an alternate reality, it could be an alternate reality in hell.
Thinking about it made his head hurt to try and think about it. So he squared his shoulders and vowed not to think about it. This was a party, after all, and someone had gone all out with the decorations. He sighed, brushed a hand over his face, tugging at his beard, and made his way to the food table, hopeful that there might be donuts on offer, and not apples.