Your first lesson of the day was - like you'd previously mentioned - Art Class; so you and Michael could draw whatever you felt like and chat about anything you wanted. So that's what the two of you did - the rest of the children and the entire classroom fading into the background whilst you two talked and forgot about earlier. In fact, you were so relaxed, that you began daydreaming instead; forgetting to reply to Michael's conversation and accidentally zoning out altogether. Peacefully humming, your pencil softly scratched against your Art book - not even realising what you were doing until the blonde boy had tapped your shoulder.
"O-Oh, no! I'm super duper sorry!" You squeaked in alarm, feeling extremely embarrassed as you snapped out of your dreamy stance and spun to the side to face Michael quickly. "Did you need something from me? Did you say something?"
"Not really. I just...Well..." Glancing over to the side, Michael's voice became almost ashamed - like...like he didn't want to say whatever he wanted to say. "Your drawing, I...I like it."
"Thanks. So...What are you drawing...?" You wondered in a friendly fashion, placing your pencil down on your desk before giving him your complete and utter attention.
"A...A deer." He muttered under his breath, his answer now brief and quiet.
Curious, your eyes now flickered over to his rugged art book, wanting to find out why he was so dismissive of everything he did. Turns out he was telling the truth - it was a deer - but it wasn't alive. Its antlers were broken, blood scribbled everywhere, and the head wasn't attached to the rest of its body; creating not only a disturbing drawing, but a gruesome image too.
"Why are you so fascinated by dead things? How can you look at them and not feel sadness?" You faintly questioned, frowning.
"I dunno. They just look so helpless, so innocent, so...pretty. If things are dead, they can't hurt you. Instead, you hurt them." Michael explained triumphantly, his reaction to your question sounding like he'd just won a battle of brutality or something.
It made him stand out from the other kids, but not in a good light. It painted him in the shadows - as someone to avoid and run from. Even with his cute blonde-hair and striking blue eyes, something else lurked within; something that was screaming a warning. But you didn't want to take that warning, mostly because he was a friend here at Haddonfield Elementary.
The other part? Was curiosity. Curiosity of what laid beneath the lonely surface of the boy next to you, curiosity of why no one liked him, and curiosity about how he considered dead things pretty. It was at this point you realised Michael was different from the kids in your class, not only because of his strange interests, but because of the way he thought. The way he...he pictured things.
"You hurt things...so that they can't hurt you. You take pride in hurting things...things weaker than yourself." You mulled thoughtfully, gazing intently at his drawing.
"What's wrong with feeling better than them?" You flinched at his suddenly-harsh tone - not expecting him to grow so...so defensive.
"Would you hurt me and feel good about it?" You looked back at your own drawing and thought like it was below par - feeling a little unnerved a second later.
"No! No...You're the only one...the only one I can trust. The one person I want to stay close to." Michael panicked as he hoped he hadn't hurt you.
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His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {NEW Rewrite (2022)}
Fanfiction[THIS GOT RE-REWRITTEN (2022)] [QUICK NOTE: I took inspiration from Halloween (2007) {The Remake} , partly because this Michael seemed to talk more (at least when he was younger). Plus the plot was a lot more interesting than the original (in my opi...
