#cooper lore

Hanna Smith (Age 10) Ryder Williams (age 5)

Cooper Frank (Age 8)

Cooper ran, giggling and outrunning her foster siblings. 

The ground felt natural under her feet. feet. 

Hanna was quickly gaining ground. Cooper's black hair was tied up in a ponytail as she ran; it looked red in the light. light.  It got blown in her face, and she stumbled and fell. The older girl quickly caught up to her. 

She could easily outrun

She was born to dance, after all. all. 

"Hey,” she giggled, offering a hand to Cooper. Once Cooper took it, her little foster brother came barreling in, giggling after his sisters. 

"Run,"Run, Hanna!” She yelled, quickly darting away from her sister. Hanna soon followed. 

She would always lead, wouldn’t she?

“DONT LEAVE ME TO THE DEVIL, COOPER. COOPER.

Coopers giggled loudly and ran towards the back door of the house. The grass under her feet crunched as she ran. 

Will she always run?

She heard a sharp yelp but didn’t dare turn back until she was safely inside. 

She had a feeling she would be thinking about that a lot.

She reached the door knob and slipped inside. Turning back, she saw Ryder had caught Hanna, and both were tumbling on the ground. 

She hoped they stayed like that.

She heard talking from the kitchen and slowly crept forward. 

The closer she got, the clearer the voices were. “Donald, we can’t keep three kids with this much money in our bank account.” She heard her foster mom say.

Her husband responded, “Let’s just keep cooperating for 5 more months; she hasn’t had a stay-home for years, Darla. ” 

Why did they always leave her?

She peeked out from behind the wall, and her foster dad spotted her. "Hi Cooper, sweetheart, sweetheart, why are you in so early?" He asked. She looked him up and down. "I'm hungy,""she said. Her foster mother cringed at her accent. 

She had only been with them for six months, the longest she had ever stayed. He smiled at her. "Let me get you some apples and a juice box; is that good?" She nodded frantically. She She heard stumbling from the back door and turned. Both Hanna and Ryder were fighting their way in, "US TOO, US TOO!".

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I don’t remember a lot from the past few days. I remember the smell of wine. I remember fur, like goat fur. I know that I killed my adoptive mom and him. I know I buried the cold steel of the knife into her stomach, and honestly, I don’t feel bad for her. She took what Penelope had turned me into—a protected child—and took out my buttons, stitched my impurities, shoved me into white clothing, and called me perfect. I don’t look like me anymore. I look like their ‘Mary’. My name isn’t Mary, and it never will be. I will never be that perfect child. I have seen death. I watched time and time again as I lost families, and I refuse to be attached to anyone else, only to lose them. These people, whoever they are, will turn me away once they see my true colors. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror: my hair, which two years ago was black and long, is now short and dark red. I let the tears fall and broke down, cutting my hand on the sink in the process. Holding my hand close to me, I quickly bandaged it before looking at my hands.

Why did my mom have to go mad? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY DID PENELOPE HAVE TO DIE? Why was I chosen to be their perfect little doll? WHY DO I STILL FEEL HIS HANDS CREEPING UP MY SHIRT?

I wept in the bathroom for what felt like hours. A knock on the door is what brought me out of my tan—my meltdown.

"Remember, Mar-Cooper, why can’t I remember? Why can’t I just remember my own name? My name is not Mary. My name is Cooper. My name is Cooper." I repeated it over and over again in my mind. The knocking got louder. I wiped my tears. Do not show weakness to people; they will rip you apart like wolves. That’s what Penelope said. I stood to my feet and opened the door.

"A crap, she’s not the c word. She is a stranger and a girl. You cannot like her. You can’t like her, Ma-Cooper."

"Yes, ma’am, how can I help you?" I said it politely, putting on a polite smile even though I was wearing a tan.

"Young ladies don’t cuss." I was having a meltdown just a few minutes ago. She smiled back at me.

"Hi, my name's Alex Rushman. I help keep everyone informed, and I am here to show you around camp." She had such a cu-nope; stop right there, Cooper. She is a girl. You cannot like her. She’s a girl, not a boy. You're meant to like boys and be friends with girls.

She looked down at the floor and looked back up. "Um, hi. My name is Ma." She shook her head. "My name is Cooper Frank," she said, a fake smile on her face.

Miss. Rushman had led her around camp for 3 hours. She told her the whole deal, which Cooper heard. She was a little happier; she would have to conform to her adoptive parents’ beliefs. She did notice something: a man playing a game, which she couldn’t get a good look at to tell what it was, kept looking at her, watching her every move. She wouldn’t dare mention it to Alex in fear of getting reprimanded by the older girl.

As Ma Cooper turned in for the night on the floor of the very packed Cabin 11 Hermes cabin, as they called it, she feared what would come because she always saw blood before something bad happened, and she was never wrong.

I sighed for once I would be getting a birthday present, but I never really did, and Penelope, I didn’t stay with her long enough; it was a coming-of-age birthday, and for some reason they would start looking for a boy to marry me off to. This isn’t some fairy tale land, and I don’t want to play the role of housewife, but my adoptive parents insisted it’s stupid. 

I am 11 and about to be 12. Why would you want to marry off a 12-year-old? 

I looked down at the bag I was packing. They finally let me wear something other than a dress. My hair wasn’t much longer, and then, before reaching the end of my neck, Lilly said she wanted it to reach my shoulder blades before they married me off, which is stupid. 

Why should my hair be a certain length? And fuck, why am I being married off? I'm not their child. Vinny purred against my legs, and I gave him a chin scratch, his grapevine green eyes staring at me. 

I gently touched his nose and got back to packing. 

I sat in the car as we approached the camp sight, the car bumping as we hit a pothole. I felt a rush of wind hit me, my eyes compacting for a moment, but as soon as it came, it left, the car stopped, and we got out soon. 

Everything was quickly unpacked and left in camp sight. He turned to me and said, "Mary, why don’t you stay here with me while your mom collects sticks for a fire?“ I nodded. Sitting on the ground, Lilly grabbed a bag to lift the sticks into and walked into the forest. 

I looked at the ground and felt the dirt between my fingers being rough. I really wanted to eat it. Why did I say that? Or just weird. As her adoptive parents and guardians said, she felt that feeling again, but just as before, it was gone, almost like it was calling her something close...

He grabbed her waist and pulled her up. 

“Now Mary, listen to me.“ She didn’t listen, but instead collapsed to the ground. A buzz filled her ears. He grabbed her by the ear. This time, his lips were moving, but she couldn’t hear anything. She looked him in the eyes and screamed, and as she did, that feeling was back and stronger than ever. She again screamed, covering her ears, and like a stick, he snapped. 

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Lilly and Daniel hopper

Cooper frank

I looked at my short, now-red hair. It looked like a boy's haircut, barely reaching my ears. I dried my tears. My mother—she is not my mother; she never will be. She is simply Lilly now. I will never call her that word. If I have to, I will never call someone who never took care of me, and I have a feeling they will never be placed in my heart. Penelope was the only one who held that place as a mother in my heart. 

Lilly had beaten the tears out of me. She spoke of the devil. She shaved my hair and said it was the devil's black, that black hair was ugly and impure. 

Why was my hair evil? 

and she hoped it would grow back to a different color so she wouldn’t have to waste money on dyeing my hair a different color for 8 years. I hoped I didn’t stay with them for 8 years; they are awful. He makes me so uncomfortable and comments on parts of me. Penelope told me that no one should comment on me, no matter my age. He also tried grabbing me in some of those places. 

I was glad they had a cat that would defend me. I don’t know what it was; the cat always seemed to know when I was in trouble. A really pretty cat, really, with spots like a jaguar's and these pretty grapevine green eyes. 

I felt as though he was meant to watch over me. 

I hated my adoptive parents for some reason, but they refused to get rid of him because he was a rescue, and their God wouldn’t want them to. She looked back at her reflection. Who is she anymore? Her adoptive parents, Lilly and Daniel, insisted that her name was Mary Hopper. 

but she knew that was not her name. Her name was Cooper Frank. 

as she refused to let them change that. She looked down at the white dress on the bed. Right, she was getting ready for their church service. They were going to cart her around like a doll, and Lilly had come up with the perfect cover for her hair. She said that I was heartbroken after Penelope’s death and had ripped most of it out after they had adopted me. 

So they had to shave it to let it grow out evenly, but that will never be the real reason. I looked back at my all-white outfit. The pale color will never look so pure to me after what I have seen. Penelope wore white the night she died, and it didn’t save her from bleeding out right before Cooper's eyes.

Thank you so much! These were so fun!!

8. Do they prefer arm day or leg day?

Oooh this is a tough one for Cooper. So while Cooper of course, does not skip leg day, and squats are a very important part of his regimen, I’m gonna go with arm day. It’s a little easier for him and he’s very, very proud of his arms and likes to pay lots of attention to them.

34. What was the last thing they thought about stealing?

Some mysterious substances confiscated from a certain cult recently, and locked up in the HCSD evidence room, which he has a key to. And this says “thought about”…..well he did think about it and then he did it.

66. When was the last time your character got sick? Who took care of them?

I’m thinking probably when he first got to Montana in the middle of winter. And so nobody did. It would be before he really knew anyone. Hudson maybe texted him once or twice to see if he was ok, but that’s about it.

78. Before the story starts, what are the last ten items in their Google search history? Did they clear that search history?

Oooh boy hahah ok

“Prison sentence for drug possession”

“Prison sentence for cocaine possession”

“Prison sentence for drug smuggling”

“Prison sentence for international drug smuggling”

“Lawyers San Antonio Texas”

“Affordable Lawyers San Antonio Texas”

“Prison sentence for evading the police”

“Prison sentence for impersonating a police officer”

“Do cops from other states talk to each other?”

“Hope County, Montana job openings”

And yes he did clear it actually. But only on the suggestion of a friend.

98. List 10 reasons why you love spending time with this character?