Disclaimers are in the first chapter's opening. Do not ask me for any more disclaimers; I will smack anyone who does so.

...Naaaaahhhhhh, just kidding! Or am I? I'll let you decide.

So, Detective Hobbs. Y'know, the cop from WAR who ended up killing Freddy and taking his hat, and who appeared in the spinoff, The Curse of Michael Myers (the remake, mind you). Chris Vegvary promised Hobbs would end up in more spinoffs, but that proved to be bullshit because Vegavry is one of those fanfic authors that has decided to vanish from the face of the Earth. Of course, I'm not saying Hobbs is going to appear in this chapter, so stop giving me that look and read the damn chapter!

Many liked to say that the world was never the same after 9/11. They believed that any sense of security and safety had been utterly demolished by the collapse of the Twin Towers and the deaths of two thousand nine hundred and ninety six people in flames and dust. Everyone believed that life would never be the same, what with the American government spying on its own citizens through their phones and airports not taking any more chances with travelers, touching them all over and forcing them to be scanned with X-Ray machinery to see if they had any bombs which actually could be found because they weren't plastic.

But in reality, after 9/11, nothing changed fundamentally; terrorism was nothing new, it was just never experienced on that scale. People were still people, stock markets reopened soon, and everyone put it behind them and went back to their boring and unfulfilled lives. Life as everyone knew it.

Knew it.

At five o'clock and forty three minutes on September 26th, 2012, the razor gloved dream manipulating serial killer known as Freddy Krueger-who had spent a great amount of time in the dream world, allowing him to carry much of his accumulated power over to the real world-entered Oklahoma City; following him was the man-eating and regenerating creature known as "The Creeper", the white masked mass murderer Michael Myers-who had previously been broken out of the Haddonfield Maximum Security Prison by the Creeper-and an extremely strange yet extremely tall old man who only looked human and seemed to control strange floating spheres made from incredibly complex and indecipherable alien hardware.

The moment Krueger and his murderous army marched into Oklahoma City, Krueger began warping the reality around everyone:the branches of trees reached out to form claws that tore people apart, gargoyle statues came to life and clawed at anything within their reach, and manhole covers flew up and sliced through any living thing that they were able to locate. Once Krueger's army made it into Oklahoma City, the Union Plaza completely collapsed due to unnatural tremors underneath the city. Flaming hail fell from the skies and first hit northern Uptown Oklahoma City, before quickly strengthening and eventually burning away ninety two percent of the neighborhood.

Eventually, the undead and hook-handed killer known as Candyman-who was summoned after having been betrayed in Hell by Krueger before having his name chanted five times in front of a mirror-led his own army compromised of the retarded face-wearing chainsaw murderer known as Leatherface, the almost mythical undead mass murderer named Jason Voorhees-who had joined primarily because he had defeated Freddy the first time-and the small doll that, through multiple witness statements, was claimed to have been the spirit of the strangler Charles Lee Ray.

The Cenobite named Pinhead and his accomplice, the vengeance demon most commonly known as Pumpkinhead, also entered the city, intent on taking Krueger back to Hell for escaping. The battle between the three parties had leveled most of SW 5th Street and resulted in the Creeper dropping Jason Voorhees from approximately seven hundred feet in the air and onto an office building; the sheer force of Voorhees crashing through the multiple stories and into the ground had caused a minor tremor that had destroyed the building, sending debris flying everywhere and killing dozens of bystanders.

Afterward, a U.S. Army Company had arrived to order the murderers to stand down, an order which they had not taken kindly to. The Creeper had flown into the air, grabbing one Blackhawk and shoving the blades through the windshields of the four other helicopters before throwing that Blackhawk into the Chesapeake Energy Arena, creating a fireball that had devoured most of the arena; the four other helicopters soon fell into the Company's own ranks, killing the a good deal of the men and destroying their three tanks in the process.

The Battle of Oklahoma City-for that was the best name anyone could give it-had caused the deaths of one thousand five hundred and nineteen people in the city and had wounded three thousand and sixty four. All seven of Oklahoma City's hospitals were so overcrowded that they were forced to turn away many patients, forcing them to riot for food, water, and medical attention. The riots quickly got out of hand, to the point that the National Guard was called in to help the Oklahoma City police crush the violence.

The Battle had caused an estimated seven billion dollars in damage to property and infrastructure and had closed Wall Street until Octoberer 8th and frozen most world markets until October 2nd out of sheer shock.

After that, no one could say that the world was ever going to be the same.

Humanity, which had lived for millennia under the presumption of scientific reasoning and logic, had been rudely awakened. Suddenly, humanity was forced to realize that the undead, killers that stalked you in your dreams, and demons and so much more were real, and there were other planes of reality that took humanity's imagination beyond the edge of indulgence and belief, realms that not only knew humanity existed but treated it as a snake would treat a mouse.

Only a few government backed organizations had sprung up in the three months since the Battle of Oklahoma City, mostly due to not being able to reverse engineer the silver spheres left by the tall old man and because it had been only a little while ago. The largest so far was the United Paranormal Encounters Foundation (UPEF) set up by the American government; its duty was to find paranormal individuals and events and, if the individual cooperated, to enlist that individual as an asset for dealing with other paranormal events. If the individual proved to be a threat, it was UPEF's job to eliminate that threat as quickly and safely as possible.

Several survivors of previous paranormal events who had been originally passed off as lunatics had been recruited by UPEF in the wake of the Battle. Edward Weinbauer, who had defeated the electrokinetic spirit of the Satanic heavy metal musician Sammi Curr, had been freed after almost thirty years in a mental institution and had been one of the first members of UPEF's Spiritual and Demonic Crises Divison, along with Charles and Joni Marshall and Alice Jarett.

Not many paranormal events had occurred since the Battle of Oklahoma City, save for the sudden appearance of Michael Myers in Japan, though even then, he had mysteriously disappeared after his murder spree on Halloween. But the world was no longer just going on, picking itself up and going back to normal; everyone was simply waiting, for they knew that if the world went on with peace for a long time, they had to be prepared:something even worse was coming.

And right now, it was too quiet.

Yeah, short, huh? Well, quit bitching, because it is October 31st, and I pretty much rushed this chapter. All I can say is:I told you so!