Sorry, but I am glad to post this after the heck of a chilling chapter last time. I ended up like this chapter and I hope you get the picture. Enjoy reading!

"Your name again?" Hopper asked the doctor.

"My name is Dr. Samuel Loomis." Loomis said. Hopper burrowed his eyebrows at him and looked at Owens.

"Yes, Chief," Owens said. "Dr. Loomis and I share the same first name. So, no need to wear it out."

"Just call me Dr. Loomis or Loomis if you want." Loomis said, annoyed that they couldn't just get to the point already. Laurie felt the same as she shook her head. She looked over to Karen was resting on the pull-up chair. Before, she had to use the bathroom (a consequence after drinking that slushie) and started feeling tired after that.

"You a colleague of Owens?" Hopper said.

"No." Loomis narrowed his eyes. "I do not work for the Department of Energy. Never have and never would. I am a psychiatrist at Smith's Grove Sanitorium in Illinois."

"Illinois, huh?" Hopper said, keeping his neutral expression. He turned his attention to Laurie. "And you? You a doctor, too?"

The woman almost scoffed and felt a bit flattered all at once. "That would be something nice." She still didn't forget about Hopper's rude behavior once they met with him. "Sadly, no. My name is Laurie Strode. And over there on your couch is my daughter, Karen."

"Are you supposed to be a relative to Dr. Loomis, here?" Hopper asked.

"Well," Laurie almost smiled. "Maybe not by blood. But he is family nonetheless." Loomis felt heart-warmed to what Laurie said. It was true, care so much for Laurie and Karen they were practically family to him—but this wasn't the point they had to tell Hopper—not the thing they had driven all day for.

"Look, I know we didn't meet properly," Owens decided to cut in to get to the point. "But we have driven all a long way for almost all day, because of something terrible that has happened here in Hawkins." Owens looked at Hopper. "Starting with a bus that had crush right outside this town."

Hopper narrowed his eyes. "The bus? The bus that crashed. That was your bus?"

Owens nodded and sighed. "And we fear… that the man we were transporting-."

"If it was going to cut through my town—why didn't you call?"

"Jim-."

"Don't Jim me." Hopper's tone was becoming serious and accusatory. "I don't think what happened last year didn't teach you one thing that should always stand! You keep your sh*t out my town and my family and I keep quiet for you! Not only a prison bus has crashed outside of town, with idiots planning on snooping into this—five men are dead! One of them was a citizen, his wife is now a widow, and the son is now missing!"

"You're talking about Kevin's dad?" Dustin said. The adults turned to see the five children standing behind them, except El who was resting on bed in her room.

"Kevin's dad is… is… dead?" Lucas shuddered as he said it.

"What happened?" Will said, though he dreaded what he would hear.

"You don't want to know." Hopper said. The Chief was about to turn their back before Mike spoke.

"We have a right to know! We're not stupid!" Mike said.

"Oh yeah?" Hopper said. "It was stupid you had El do that!"

"We asked her." Max said. "And she agreed to it. Kevin wasn't at school today and we wanted to know if she could find him."

"She said she heard Michael." Mike turned to Loomis. "You know who she was talking about. Don't you?"

"Mike… this doesn't concern any of you." Hopper said.

"Oh, that's b***sh*t!" Dustin said.

"You think we are going to kept in the dark?" Max said.

"Kevin's missing and his dad is dead! What if that happened to one of us?!" Mike said, standing his ground to the police chief. "Were not kids anymore, Hop!" His friends were almost in awe with how Mike was yelling at Hopper, especially since he was his girlfriend's dad. Will on the other hand, almost groaned at Mike's statement of them not being kid's anymore. "After all we been through for the past two years, you think keeping us out will protect us. Huh? If there is someone dangerous out there—right here in our town—we have to know."

"He's right." Lucas said. "We need to know what we are dealing with here."

Hopper stood back, a bit baffled at the kid's stubbornness and resolved, but it annoyed him all the same. It was only going to add to the mess.

Loomis and Laurie were awe at these kids resolve. They weren't like many kids they knew. Loomis looked at the dark-haired boy—his temperament kind of reminded him…

Owens remembered Mike very well, since their time in the lab about a year ago, and in some way, he reminded him a bit of the chief, which was starting to be a bit ironic.

Loomis came to a decision. "I don't know any of these kids at all… but I believe they do have a right to know." He said. That caught Hopper's attention, causing the chief to turn back to the psychiatrist with wide eyes.

"What?" Hopper said.

Loomis looked to Laurie and Owens with a grim expression. "The last time… this happened. If only all of Haddonfield knew what kind of threat was in their town—you could have been more prepared." Laurie understood. "The more people who know what kind of threat we are dealing with right now—the more prepared they are." Laurie nodded and so did Owens.

Owens looked at Hopper. "They have to know." Hopper looked down almost defeated. "You have to tell your friends. I think it will be best to tell Mrs. Byers-."

"No." Hopper looked at the director in the eyes. "Not Joyce. She has had enough—"

"No, he's right." Will said. The adults turned towards him, and so did his friends. "I know my mom has been through a lot—but she should know there is someone dangerous in lurking in town—at least she will know it's not safe and she can prepare for it."

Hopper sighed. Bringing Joyce back into this kind of sh*t—again—was not good, especially all that she has suffered through for the past two years. And to think her son was saying this.

"Jonathan should know, too." Will said.

"And Nancy." Mike said.

"And Steve." Dustin said. The kids looked at him weirdly, and so did Hopper. "What? He's a part of this party as much as us."

"Who's Steve?" Laurie said.

"My deputy in training." Hopper said. "I think you may have met him." He looked at Owens. Owens then understood, as he remembered deputy with the pretty hair who gave him the address to the cabin.

It was all settled then.

"We can meet up tomorrow at my house." Mike said.

"What? No." Hopper said dead away. "I know you had your sleepover meetings in your basement, Mike, but—"

"My parents would be out with Holly during the afternoon, shopping. We'll have the house to ourselves."

"What's wrong with here?" Hopper asked.

"Well, technically," Dustin said, "Mike's basement has been our base of operations for a long time."

"It's big enough to hold a lot of people." Lucas said.

"And it's in a cul-de-sac, surrounded by houses." Max said. "No offense to your cozy, secretive cabin, Mr. Hopper, but if there is a serial killer out there—at least he might think twice when entering a crowded neighborhood and not cornering us in a secluded cabin."

Hopper sighed for a moment. He looked at Mike. "You sure your parents won't be there?"

"I swear it." Mike nodded immediately.

"All right, then." Hopper said. "But what time you need. It's a school night."

"We'll go to Mike's house right after school ends." Dustin said.

"And you bring my mom, Jonathan, and Nancy." Will said.

"Plus, Steve. Don't forget, Steve." The kids rolled their eyes at Dustin.

"And that also means…" Lucas gestured to Owens, Loomis, and Laurie. "Whoever you adults are." The adults rolled their eyes at the Sinclair boy.

"And El," Mike said, looking at Hopper. "Were not leaving her here alone."

Before Hop could say anything, they heard a soft sound right behind them, coming from the other room. "Mike."

They turned their attention to El's room. Mike hurried into El's room, with the others following him. He came to El's side, as the girl was resting on the bed—exhausted after what—and who she saw in the void.

The boy took his girlfriend's hand as they stared softly in each other eyes. "Can you… stay?"

Mike started to smile, but before he could say anything.

"I'm sorry, El." Mike turned to see Jim Hopper talking to her. "But I have to bring Mike and his friends home."

"That's no fair!" Mike protested. "I can't leave her alone!"

"It's is a school night." Hopper said.

"But if you are gone dropping us off," Max said. "Who is going to watch over El?"

Hopper sighed. He knew the kids couldn't stay tonight; he didn't want their parents questioning them where they spend the night…

"We'll stay and watch over her." Hopper and the kids turned to Loomis after what he just said.

"I don't think we have time to get a place to stay." Laurie said. "My daughter is already tired, and we can keep your daughter company for the time being."

Hopper didn't say anything and started to look suspicious, but Owens said. "Chief, don't worry I'll stay here, too. If you knew them—you wouldn't have to worry at all."

Hopper still wasn't sure to be leaving his daughter in the company of these strangers, they just come to his doorstep and will be okay to watch over his kid? Well, there was Dr. Owens, even though El didn't know him much…

Mike kneeled down and was at El's eye level. "We'll see each other again, tomorrow. At my house. You get a good rest, El."

El thought for a moment and then nodded, her eyes not leaving Mike's. "Okay. You be safe, too."

Mike knelt to hug her, before breaking off the boy kissed on her lips and then planted one on her head.

Right behind them, Hopper made an effort to turn his head in embarrassment of the… moment. But wasn't it embarrassing to do it in front of everyone, including in front of Owens?

Lucas and Dustin were trying to keep themselves from laughing, which annoyed Max a bit. It was romantic after all. Will tried to look down, almost in embarrassment. Laurie and Loomis were almost in awe by the affection the kids were displaying. They didn't know what to say, but they could tell these two kids cared so much for each other's well-being. There must have been something to have brought them together. Still, Loomis thought how old exactly were these kids were?

After Mike, the other kids went to take their turns to say bye to El. As the kids exited the room ready to go to the door. Owens was the door, while giving an amused smile to Mike.

"What?" Mike said.

The doctor almost chuckled. "I wondered when Hopper asked me last year, if it was okay that his newly-adopted daughter that she could go out for night—he said it was a special night. Now I understand why."

Mike rolled his eyes, very annoyed as he went to open the door. Will was about to follow, but then he stopped in front of Owens.

"It's… it's good to see you again, Dr. Owens." Will said, while trying to smile. He remembered very well Dr. Owens, who was his doctor when he had been suffering his episodes from last year.

The doctor smiled. "It's nice to see you again, Mister Byers. I'm sorry we had to meet again in these circumstances." His face looked down for a second before saying. "Otherwise, I would have brought my chest-load of Reeses-Pieces."

Will chuckled at that. "Well, we'll you see tomorrow then." Will left, followed by Lucas. The Sinclair said to the doctor.

"You don't happen to have brought some Reeses's…"

"LUCAS!" Dustin and Max said loudly, causing Lucas to almost being spooked.

"That's okay. Never mind." Lucas said awkwardly as his girlfriend and best friend pushed him out the door along with themselves. Owens could only chuckle at their innocence.

"I don't know you." Owens turned to see Hopper talking to Loomis seriously outside El's room. "But I am leaving you here to watch over my daughter. But if you even think of threatening her or lay a finger on her—" The police chief almost gritted his teeth. "Then you are going to see real crazy when I get back."

Loomis didn't feel offended as he could understand what the Chief. "I understand." With that, Hopper walked away and passed by Owens before walking out the door.

Laurie came of out El's room, having heard Hopper's overzealous threat towards Loomis.

"Geez," Laurie said. "If I'm not mistaken, but I think that guy has some over-protective issues."

"Can't you blame him?" Loomis said. "Him being the chief of police… he kind of reminds me of Sheriff Brackett. Not to mention, like him he also has a—"

Laurie gave him a look, and Loomis understood. Funny thing about this Hopper, like Brackett he was in charge of the local police and he had daughter—and that made Laurie remember her—Annie Brackett—and her horrible fate that befallen her that Halloween night at the hands of…

Owens made his to El's room with Laurie and Loomis following him. They stopped in front of El still lying in bed, the girl now looking at the three adults.

"Hello, Jane." That cause El to arch her eyebrow at him. "Or do you prefer El, as what your friends call you. Sorry. Your… dad, is dropping off your friends to their homes. They wouldn't want their parents worrying. We'll be with you until he gets back."

He gestured his hand to Loomis and Laurie. "You may not have met them properly; this is Laurie Strode and this here is Dr. Sam Loomis."

El looked warily at Loomis when she heard Owens say he was a doctor. Before she could scooch back in fear, Loomis said. "I am sorry I may have scared you earlier. I don't mean you any harm. But I wish to help your father and your friends by any means."

"Don't worry, El." Owens said. "He never worked at Hawkins Lab."

El looked back at Loomis. "Are you a good doctor?"

Loomis shyly said. "I am a psychiatrist."

El was confused by that word. "Psy-ky-tris?"

"That's ok." Loomis started to smile. "I help people with mental needs."

El looked at Laurie. "Are you a good doctor, too?"

Laurie shyly smiled. "Um, no. I am more like a friend to Dr. Loomis here. Just like your friends here tonight."

Laurie bent down to El's eye level. "Listen, El. I know you don't know us, and I can understand since we just met tonight. But we are not here to hurt you. We are here to help you." The woman took the girl's hand in her own. "And if you need protection—we will."

El felt that what she was saying was sincere, and her eyes started feeling wet. "You promise?"

Laurie nodded. "I promise."

"A promise is something you can't break."

That cause Laurie to smile a bit. "Yes, yes, it is." The Strode woman remembered how the same feeling when she promised Tommy Doyle and Lindsey Wallace. She will protect this girl like she protected the kids she babysitted seven years ago—from the boogeyman. And there was no doubt—the very same boogeyman—was here.

The phone rang in the Wheeler home, luckily Nancy was the first to pick it up.

"Hello?" She heard the caller speak and recognized her. "Mrs. Driscoll?"

"Hi there, honey! I'm sorry if I disturbed you at home. I called the Post, but no one answered. I should have known this late at night. I'm glad you gave me the phone number to your home, that is if you don't mind."

"Not at all! How are you."

"Well, I wish I can say dandy as brandy, but sadly I'm worried."

That caused Nancy to look concern. "Wh-What's wrong? Something happened?"

"Yes! The little bastard that I had caged up! The rat that I showed you. It escaped!"

"Escaped? How?"

"I don't know. And that's not the weirdest part. But cage still looked intact. No sign of breaking out."

Now that was strange. Nancy started to remember what Jonathan said…

"I spent all day looking for it, but no sign—" Mrs. Driscoll on the phone stopped.

"Mrs. Driscoll is everything okay?" Nancy said.

"I'll be right back, honey." Mrs. Driscoll said.

At the Driscoll residence, Doris thought she heard something coming from her basement. It was no doubt that wretched rat that came out of hiding. The old lady grabbed her broom as she descended down the stairs, ready to defend herself.

She slowly walked around the dark basement, looking again at the empty cage, which was still locked. It was impossible for the rat to have escaped.

She then thought she heard commotion from a few containers from the corner. What that where the rat was hiding?

Finding her courage, she held the broom tight as Doris went to the spot. She used the end of her broom to push the containers aside and was ready to raise her broom in the air to whack the sorry…

Only to find out it was nothing.

She sighed and was about ready to head back. Only when she turned around—the sight the was in front caused her staggard back in terror.

(Halloween 2018 OST Michael Kills)

She was about to scream—only for the hand of the pale-face terror to clasp it over her mouth—the other hand went over to her neck and then…

Nancy waited patiently, still holding the phone to her ear until Mrs. Driscoll came back. How could the rat escape? Even with the cage still locked. Did managed to squeeze through the bars without breaking any bones? Or did someone…

She then heard something through the phone line.

"Mrs. Driscoll? Is that you?"

She didn't hear any words at all. She just heard breathing. Long, heavy, breathing.

He held the phone close to his mask. He only let out his long breathing.

"Mrs. Driscoll? Are you okay?" This girl had a lovely young voice.

It was enough.

Before Nancy can say something again—she heard the phone hang up on her. Nancy stared at the phone, baffled. What the hell just happened?

(Halloween OST The Shape Returns)

After hanging up the phone, the Shape walked through Mrs. Driscoll's home and made his way into her kitchen. He passed by Jack the jack-o-lantern, sitting on the counter, smiling at him. By the sink were lemons that were cut and squeezed for lemonade, no doubt earlier in the morning. He opened a drawer, reached in, and pulled out—a long cutting knife.

His ideal weapon.

It had been so long since he felt one in his grasp. The blade was like an extension of his hand. At last, his arm was complete again.

For the time being, he had killed with his bare hands, now it was time again.

He made his way back to the telephone. He looked down at the small desk and there was a notebook next to the phonebook. On the notebook was a list of addresses written. The last and most recent one was a phone number—and address—to the Wheeler Residence.

Okay! Now this was something I will let you hang onto! Heroes are coming together… and so is the villain.

Next chapter will be the next day which is October 30, 1985—the eve of Halloween!

It's fun how heroes from both franchises are getting to know each other! And this is the start! Bonds will be made! Get ready for the big meeting at the Wheeler house—with the whole gang coming together again! Whatever you think of it like the Council of Elrond, otherwise you might call it the Council of Loomis. You'll see why I am having it at the Wheeler house—in Mike's basement of course!

I'm sorry that I had to take out Mrs. Driscoll, I was starting to get the hang of her. Not only Michael got his mask and uniform back—but his ideal choice of weapon! The Shape is back… get ready.

Hope I made the scenes well, and giving Will more lines, especially his reunion with his former doctor, Owens.

Feel free to review and I will see you again in the next chapter!