Halloween [✓] (Michael Myers X F!Reader)

Chapter 13

Had anyone been brave enough to peer past their windows at this hour of night, they might have seen a mere suggestion of a white face under the light of a street lamp.

A trick of the light, they would say.

But they would be wrong.

Michael was still, unmoving like death until the ground crunched beneath his heavy footfall.

Testing the weapon in his hand, it twirled between his fingers until he flipped it around as his eyes took in the structure that belonged to- for the love of it, her name was insignificant to him and soon would be only remembered when people passed by it in a cemetery.

No. The only name that could linger in the crevices of his mind for more than few sparse seconds was (Y/N).

(Y/N) (L/N).

Of course Michael remembered you.

Friendship was no word that existed in his dictionary but if it had, then your time spent with him in elementary came the closest to it.

Michael never had been the one to talk much, if at all. Whereas the rest shunned him for being an outcast, your tiny self accepted this oddity.

Perhaps because you were still so young, but after having uncountable hours analyzing you he knew you better than yourself. There was no doubt that that trait remained with you. It was also because of this that Michael would make you see the world through his eyes.

The way you were alone now, Michael had been his whole life. But he just couldn't bring himself to care, though that term held no definition to him, just like the rest of the world.

The muted breathing beneath the plastic suddenly became pronounced as the Shape of a man wandered towards its next destination, each step as purposeful as the next.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

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"Hello, you've reached the Wallace residence. Nobody is home right now, please leave a message!"

Tick, tock. 9 PM.

"Annie! I've called you for five times now, are you still coming over or not?" You couldn't believe how frustrating today had been so far. All you wanted to do was hang out with your friend.

Having not heard from Lynda for a while troubled you more than it should have. For all you knew, she was out with Bob.

Fucking Bob. He could fall dead on the spot for all you cared.

Sitting on the counter you began chewing on your cuticle again, unsure on what to do. There was this small pit of concern building itself in your stomach and after another 10 minute wait, you could no longer ignore it.

Just as you were about to put the horn back down, an omnious click rang through the line as you heard faint squeeling and rustling from the other side. "...Annie? Is this your famous chewing noises again?"

It fell dead silent as you tried to think of what to say. You didn't think you could feel tension through a phone, but it felt suffocating.

The tension in the air felt like it had its own pulse, full of electricity that could power the entire town as it built.

"Annie? I'll kill you if this is a joke!" You threatened, trying to sound far more composed than your tight voice was giving away.

Another 30 seconds passed when the sound of something slicing into flesh reached you, and the dazed moans became deep wails from the bottom of her lungs.