The Monsters' Favorite

Make it Stop...

You were so scared that you were on the cusp of dry heaving. Again. You've already puked up your guts twice now, and you don't think there's anything left in there to vomit, anymore. The Shape scared the fucking shit out of you. And for good reason, because with everything that's been happening to you as of late... You shuddered to think of what would happen to you. You don't- no, you won't think about it. The only thing you should be thinking about is getting a grip on yourself and surviving the trial. As if that's gonna happen...

And to make matters worse, not only are you facing against the fucking Shape, not only are you in Haddonfield, but Laurie is in the trial, too. Your nerves are beyond frayed, and you can't stop shaking. You don't want to be anywhere near her, not that you have anything against her. Quite the opposite, in fact, you admire her quite a bit. But you don't think you can stand to see her fucking brother kill her in front of you again. Just work on the fucking generators and don't think of anything else...

You actually managed to finish one, by some miracle, and were on your way to look for another. As you passed... that house, you caught a glimpse of the elusive Shape, crossing the street opposite of you, a few houses down. Panicking slightly, you dart into the aforementioned house, making your way up the stairs. They creak with each rushed step you take, adrenaline pumping more and more into your system. All you could really hear was the blood rushing in your ears, so when you reach the top of the stairs and are met by Laurie standing what must be mere inches from your face, you almost scream. Almost. You mostly just choke on your own saliva and fear as Laurie clamps her hand over your mouth, dragging you away from the stairs.

"Shit! Jesus , Y/N! S-Sorry! I- are you okay?" She quickly lets go of you, and you double over both from relief and the impending heart attack that was bound to happen. It doesn't, of course. Much to your dismay.

"Mmm... F-Fi- Ugh, fuck me, you sca- fuck." You couldn't get the words out. It's been a while since you were this scared. Laurie sympathetically nods, patting you on the back. It take you a second of deep breathing to get your head screwed back on straight, but when you do, you try to apologize.

"S-Sorry about that, L-Laurie. I-I saw- coming down the street was-"

"I know. It's okay... You don't need to apologize to me. I-I... understand..." She stares blankly at the wall for a moment. She's really been through hell before all this... You felt guilty for being so scared. You truly were pathetic.

You notice a gen tucked in a tiny alcove beside the stairs. It was softly humming. So, she must have just started on it... You place your hand on Laurie's forearm. You're not sure if it's your hand that's clammy, her arm, or the both of you. Damn, I'm psyching myself out... Gotta chill the hell out...

"You wanna keep working on that gen? I'll head out and look for another..?" You offered, rubbing the back of your sweaty neck. It was fucking cold in there...

"Ah- Y-Yeah... Sure, that sounds good to me. Just... be careful, alright? Make sure not to linger around too long and always trust your gut. You never know where he'll be..." Laurie bites her lip, chewing and ripping at the chapped skin. It's good advice, you should take it...

"Right... Yeah, I'll make sure to do tha- Eh? Ah..! What the-?!" As you made your way towards the stairs, you saw him. The Shape. Michael fucking Myers. Standing at the front door. Just fucking staring. Oh God..!

Fuck- Laurie HE'S-!" Before you could get the words out, before you can even blink, he's already on you. A large, inhumanly warm hand was wrapped around your throat, and you were thrown into the adjacent room. You bang your head on the wall, dark splotches encroach on your vision.