If only |Stanger Things|

~swings~

I suppose I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to the sound of Jonathan's alarm. He was quick to shut it, but it still woke me.

"Sorry." Jonathan whispered, getting out of bed.

"It's fine." I said, begining to sit up.

"You can still stay in bed, I just wake up extra early. Just try to sleep again, okay?" Jonathan gave me a smile and I nodded, laying back down.

Jonathan left the room, closing the door behind. I let out a sigh, at lest I managed to get some sleep without any dreams before. I closed my eyes, trying not to think. Which obviously led to the only thing it could, me falling asleep.

I felt wind going over my face and opened my eyes, just to realize I'm at a kindergarten playground, but it was not the playground the way it looked now. It was the playground I remembered from when I was a kid, I heard metal moving over another metal, so I looked in the direction, it was the swings. One of them was swinging, it was the one I always used to sit at when I first went here because no one wanted to talk to me, so I would just sit there and swing, until one day... 

I walked over to the swings, sitting down at my spot, swinging with it. For a moment if felt like nothing changed, even the toy car someone attempted to throw at me from the sand place was just a few meters from the swings, back then I couldn't reach it, now I probably could but I didn't feel like it. I remember the day I almost got hit by the toy truck like it was yesterday, it was my favourite memory, well not the almost getting hit by a truck part. It was something that happened after that, the memory that will forever stick with me, a memory that nearly makes me cry every time I remember it, but not because it would be sad, just because I miss those times, I miss the person Mike was back then.

I was brought from my mind by sensing I'm no longer alone, I turned my head to the other swing on my right. I saw a blonde guy, maybe a bit older than Jonathan, wearing all white and having a friendly smile on his face. I wonder does he work at the kindergarten? He looks like he works with kids, or maybe at hospital.

"Who are you?" I asked quietly as to not disturb the atmosphere of the place.

"Are you gonna ask me that every time?" the man spoke. He was speaking in a voice I knew, but it didn't suit him at all.

"Vecna, Henry, Peter, one?" I said in surprise.

"You can just choose one of those to call me." he laughed, but not the cold laugh, but a genuine one.

"I think I'll go with Henry." I said and he smiled.

"I thought you were gonna go with that one, William." he said.

"Yeah, I mean it's your name." I shrugged.

"It indeed is, neither Jane likes to be refered to as eleven, doesn't she?" Henry asked.

"She prefers El." I said, not like she minded Jane or anything, she just simply got used to the nickname Mike gave her.

"Well, then. I thought you might enjoy meeting at a nicer place, and I changed my appearience to what it was before Eleven sent me through the portal, thought it may be better than rotten spaghetti." Henry smiled and I looked down in embarrasment.

"I'm sorry about that, I just, I dunno. I thought you were gonna kill me, so I tried to show I'm not scared, maybe I'll have a chance. Anyways, I'm really sorry." I apologized.

"No, don't. You know what, your hair looks like a half of a coconut. See, now we're even." Henry said in a playful tone. He really made it hard to see him as the villain now.

"Yeah, we're even." I smiled nervously.

"So, you made up your mind yet?" he asked, still friendly tone filling his voice. I couldn't wrap my brain around the fact this guy killed several people and was planning to kill more.