His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {NEW Rewrite (2022)}

✗ Chapter 37: Escape Attempt ✗

"Y-You don't understand, I can't stay here!" You stammered in a frightened tone of voice, stiffening up due to the knife slammed right besides your head. Your response made the killer frustrated again, his hand gripping the weapon harder than before.

"You wanted to see Angel— No, Boo, didn't you...!? You fought against all odds to track her down and get your family back! So why...? Why can't you let me do the same...? Alina's like family to me. She's...She's my best friend." You were desperate and he saw that; Michael releasing his hold on his knife a tiny bit.

"Why can't you...Why can't you understand that...? Why can't you see that I need my best friend - and parents - in my life...?" Tears leaked from your lashes whilst you began to cry; too lonely to keep being brave.

"I...I don't want to be isolated. I don't want to be alone. I-I want...I want my family." You whispered heartbrokenly, clutching at your chest as you stared up at him with distress. "I want to hang out with Alina again. I...I want to go back to doing my digital work."

"Don't do this to me. Please, Michael...Please." You gave begging your absolute last shot, your heart hurting as you dramatically pleaded.

Cupping your cheeks with his rough hands, the stalker's knife clattered to the floor; cradling your face and stroking your skin like he had moments before. He stared at you with warm blue orbs, no sign of frustration present. Why was he...Why was he no longer angry...? Michael then leant his white mask's forehead against yours, turning his previous anger to affection as he relaxed his intimidating stance. W-What was he thinking-? And why were you not creeped out by his sudden swings of intimacy?

Closing your eyes, you started to feel a little more...comfortable around him; a little more...stable by said endearing gesture. It was probably Stockholm Syndrome, but for whatever reason, it was helping you stay sane. Michael then moved you out of the way gently, opened the door and left, locking the door behind him. W-What the-!? He'd tricked you...! Was he going off to kill more people...!? Your heart dropped when you realised what he was planning to do. Even back then, Michael had gotten jealous. It was obvious. You could tell. And now...now he was going to—!

—

"That made me so mad."
"Well my Mom talked to the school counsellor - they're going to stop Wesley from picking on people...somehow. So it's all good, 'kay?"
"He deserves much worse than just "being talked to." I wish he'd just die." "...I don't feel sorry for bullies."
"Michael~"

"O-Oh, Michael...! Hey there...!" "I-It was nice talking to you, (Y/n)! Bye!"
"What was that all about?"
"C'mon (Y/n), let's go play catch."
"But-"
"I said come on."

"Alina's like family to me. She's...She's my best friend." "Why can't you...Why can't you understand that...? Why can't you see that I need my best friend - and parents - in my life...?"

"I...I don't want to be isolated. I don't want to be alone. I-I want...I want my family." "I want to hang out with Alina again. I...I want to go back to doing my digital work."

—

Michael wasn't planning on hurting you; the silent slasher intended on taking out Alina. "N-No, wait! Let me out! Michael!" Snapping out of your shy state, you tugged at the now-locked doorknob and panicked - embarrassed by how easily he'd tricked you. He'd...He'd taken advantage of how nervous you were feeling, and used that to keep you there...!