NINETEEN


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˚ ₊ ♡ ❰  𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁  ❱ ˖⋆࿐໋ ⋆ ✰
CHAPTER NINETEEN ━━
the mysteries of the mindflayer

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    THERE WAS AN FEELING OF SOLEMN GRIEF HANGING IN THE AIR IN THE AFTERMATH of Bob Newby's death. The Byers' home was filled with sad faces and almost no one knew what to say. From where Milo was sitting on the ground with his back pressed against the wall he listened to the two only conversations.

     At one corner in the room, Jonathan was whispering to Will's unconscious body, mumbling words of regret as he stroked his brother's hair away from his eyes.

     At the other side of the room, Jim was barking through the phone, pacing back and forward in anxiety. "Sam Owens. Dr. Sam Owens" he emphasised.

    "I don't know how many people are there!" He replied harshly to whomever he was talking to and the blonde tilted his head to look at the man. "I don't know how many people are alive in there!"

    Milo blinked as the chief slowly started to lose his temper and in one final outburst shouted," I am the police! Chief Jim Hopper!" He mumbled something else before slamming the phone back on the wall.

    "They didn't believe you did they?" Dustin stood up from where he was seated with the other younger kids.

     "We'll see."

    "We'll see!" Mike exclaimed bewilderment. "We can't just sit here while thise things are loose!"

      "We stay here, and we wait for help." Jim instructed firmly, there was no room left for debate by the sound of his tone before he left the kitchen.

    Jim slowed down when he saw his son sitting on the hardwood floor in the next room, a blank expression on his face as his gaze was fixed on something on the wall.

     Jim followed his gaze when it landed on a picture frame on the wall. There smiling at the camera were Joyce and Bob dressed uo for halloween.

    His own blank expression slowly turned into a frown as he lowered himself beside Milo on the ground. Neither one spoke, the whole ordeal still not settled in quite well into their minds.

    "You are real dad." Milo's tone was soft, barely above a whisper.

     "Yeah... I am kid. I'm your dad." He smiled sadly at the blonde boy, a teenager now, almost grown up and he had missed almost every milestone there was.

    Carefully, Jim reached for his wallet inside his jacket and pulled it out while Milo watched him curiously. Opening it up, Jim's eyes focused on a small photo inside it.

    Milo looked at it too, there he was, smiling a toothy smile, blonde hair a total mess, but he looks trully happy. He wishes he still was the same boy. But that boy was Milo Hopper and he wasn't Milo anymore, not completely. He was Zero.

     Zero Hopper




























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     "THE MIND FLAYER." DUSTIN ANNOUNCED SLAMMING A THICK BOOK ON THE TABLE before looking up at the group surrounding it.

     "What the hell is that?" Jim asked unsure with his arms crossed.

    "It's a monster form an unknown dimension. It's so ancient that it doesn't even know its true home." Dustin explained quickly. "Okay, it enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brains and using its highly-developed psionic powers."

     "Oh, my god, none of this is real. This is a kids' game." Hopper groaned irritated.

     "No, it's a manual." He countered before adding, "And it's not for kids.

     Jim blinked surprised but before he can say anything else Dustin continued.

     "And unless you know something that we don't this is the best metaphor-"

     "Analogy." Lucas quickly corrected the curly haired boy.

     "Analogy? That's what your worried about?" He angrily turns to Lucas. "Fine! An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is."

     "Okay, so." Nancy interrupts the growing tension and leans forward. "This mind flamet thing-"

     "Flayer, mind flayer."

    Nancy sighs. "What does it want?"

     "To conquer us basically." Dustin shrugged. "It believes it's the master race."

     "Like the Germans." Steve spoke up, quite pleased with himself until everyone eyes him warily... well... Milo doesn't but he doesn't understand most terms and phrases at all at the moment.

     "Uh, the nazi's." Dustin corrected with a frown directed at the tall teenager.

     "Yeah, yeah, yeah, the nazis."

     "Uh, yeah if the nazis were from another dimension then yes totally." He trailed off before redirecting his attention to the matter at hand. "Uh it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself."

     "It wants to spread and take over other dimension." Mike continued.

     "We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it." Lucas added firmly, a hint of despair in his voice.

     "That's great. That's great." Steve mutteres, running a nervous hand through hus hair as he turna around. "That's really great! Jesus!"

     "Okay, so if this is like a brain that's controlling everything, then if we kill it...

     "We kill everything it controls."

     "We win."

     "Theoriatically."

    "Great. So how do we kill this thing? Shoot it with fireballs or something?" Jim grunts out as he took the book from Nancy's hands.

    "No no." Dustin chuckles. "No fire balls. You summon an undead army, uh.. because, because zombies, you know, they don't have brains. And the mind flayer, it... it likes brains. It's just a game. It's a game. " He stammered out under Hopper's fierce glare.

     "What the hell are we doing here?"

    "I thought we were waiting for your military backup." Dustin shouted.

   "We are!"

    "How are they gonna stop this?" Mike implored angrily. "You can't just shoot this with guns.

    "You don't know that!" Jim bellowed fiercely. "We don't know anything!"

    "We know it's already killed everybody in that lab." Mike grits out, jaw clenched and large frown on his face.

    "We know the monsters are gonna molt again-"

     "And we know it's only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town."

      "They're right." Joyce's voice sounds hoarsh as she speaks up and everyone turns to the woman in concern. "We have to kill it. I want to kill it."

     "Me too, me too Joyce, okay?" Jim approaced her as he tries to calm her down. "But how do we do that? We don't exactly know what we're dealing with here."

    "Will knows." After standing in the back for some time, Milo finally speaks up. "Will knows everything. Will is part of shadowmonster."



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