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

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Michael pulled his sharp knife out of someone's skull, their expression showing nothing but horror. Good. That's the way they should look. They should all fear him. He tilted his head in satisfaction as he threw their corpse to the ground - the shadows swallowing up the body. That was enough... enough for today. He'd continue tomorrow. But right now he had somewhere else he had to be. The killer needed to go back and check on (Y/n). He remembered how lonely she seemed to get, and how happy she was whenever they hung out together. Those memories were what fuelled Michael - those precious, precious memories. They were what kept him sane; what kept him going. He recalled how frustrated he was after he got forcefully taken to Smith's Grove, without being allowed so much as a goodbye.

Michael used the cover of darkness to swiftly enter his house from the back, sneaking into the hallway and listening for (Y/n). Had she perhaps fallen asleep? She certainly wasn't making any noise. That in itself could be pinned down as suspicious. He didn't want to be so on edge, but there was no way he could trust her right now. Angel stabbed him and acted selfishly - so how could he trust (Y/n)? He ghosted up the stairs and stared at the broken door in rage, realising that his suspicions were correct. She wasn't sleeping or purposely staying quiet - she had escaped. This made the masked male extremely angry, slicing the wall with his knife as he tried to contain his bitter fury.

Why would no one stay with him? He hadn't killed her, but maybe he should've tried harder to keep her trapped. So where would she be? The logical answer would be her apartment in that apartment building a few streets down, which meant he'd have to start there. He was twitching with unstable anger - the frustration of having to track her down again settling in. Once he found her, she would be sorry. Michael left through the front door, his enraged eyes glaring towards the end of the road whilst he moved closer to her apartment. A few minutes later he'd broken into her apartment almost effortlessly, trying to pursue his object of obsession.

(Y/n) wasn't going to get away from Michael; he wouldn't let her. She wasn't at home, so that was one place he could strike off the list. If she didn't go towards her own home she most likely tried to go to her friend for help. But (Y/n) wouldn't receive any help, because her friend wasn't there. The other clever place to go would be the police station, but would she've made it there so quickly? No...She'd try to find a shortcut, because (Y/n) was creative like that. However Michael was smarter. The woods. She knew it was a shortcut and besides, that was where she'd bumped into him in the first place. His love had to be in the woods, making her way towards the authorities. Well he would stop that little attempt right now.

The stalker slipped into the tree-filled area; acting like a predator as he hunted for his prey. Except this prey wasn't to kill, this prey was to stay with him and only him. He would isolate her. She wouldn't need anyone else. Michael had excellent listening skills, so he softened his footsteps and used his hearing instead of his vision. He continued onwards after a minute or two, hearing distressed sounds to the left of him. Worry washed through the stalker as he eventually spotted (Y/n), his sweetheart shaking on the ground. Her clothes were torn and her shoulder was bleeding, looking like she'd just been defeated in a fight. Had someone attacked her? No...She must've done that to herself whilst escaping. Michael pushed his annoyance to the side and hurriedly approached her - still recognising her from when they were kids.

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"Oops, sorry."
"Um, no worries?"
"So you're the new girl who hangs around that freak Mikey, huh?" "I was gonna cut you some slack, buuuuut, yeah, unlucky."
"Michael isn't a freak."
"What are you, his girlfriend?"

"Well look who it is. It's Mikey."
"You know, um...I heard your sister got caught selling blow jobs in the bathroom."
"I heard they had to pump the cum out of her stomach."
"Hey, Mikey, how's your Mom doing?""You know, my old man said that for a buck she'd rub her tits on his face."