"ᗯE ᗷOTᕼ ᒪIKE ᕼOᖇᖇOᖇ ᗰOᐯIEᔕ. ᔕO ᗯᕼY ᗪOᑎ'T ᗯE ᗯᗩTᑕᕼ (IT)?" [A/N: "WE BOTH LIKE HORROR MOVIES. SO WHY DON'T WE WATCH (IT)?"] Michael silently recommended, showing you his scribbled suggestion after you sat back down on the sofa and released a tired-out sigh.
"Well that was always your favourite movie." A smile of amusement swiftly spread across your face as you reminisced about the past and brought up one of your previous conversations. "Wasn't it...?"
"YOᑌ ᖇEᗰEᗰᗷEᖇEᗪ." [A/N: "YOU REMEMBERED."] Michael wrote down warmly; affection glowing from his gaze after he gave you his notepad for a second time.
"So you've seen every single one...?"
"Yep! IT is my favourite horror movie after all."
"Not a bad choice." "Considering you're a girl. In fact, IT's mine too. Any other favourite horror movies...?"
"(F/m), (F/m), and (F/m)."
"I...I take that back..."
"Of course I did." You kindly replied, reaching out to hold his hand. "You were my best friend, so how could I forget...? You used to carry your favourite DVD around in your backpack too, just to keep it safe from your family."
"ᗯᗩᑎT TO ᗯᗩTᑕᕼ IT ᗯITᕼ ᗰE? Oᖇ Iᔕ IT TOO ᒪᗩTE ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ?<3" [A/N: "WANT TO WATCH IT WITH ME? OR IS IT TOO LATE FOR YOU?<3"] Michael's previous piece of paper was laced with a mixture of mischief-and-desperation, his current scrawl amusing you when your eyes skimmed through the writing.
"Too late for me? What, is that meant to be a joke...?" You dryly responded, nudging his side before heading over to your DVD shelf. "Or a challenge...?"
"ᑎEITᕼEᖇ. IT'ᔕ ᑕᗩᒪᒪEᗪ ᗩ ᑫᑌEᔕTIOᑎ." [A/N: "NEITHER. IT'S CALLED A QUESTION."] The slasher's next scribble made you burst out laughing; finding his retorting comment hugely hilarious once you'd picked out the movie and switched your television on.
"Alright, smart-ass. Is this movie too scary for you...?" You taunted with sarcasm, deciding to retaliate and mock how brave he truly was. "Or are you not as dangerous and strong as people make you out to be...? After all, this movie is rated R. That might be too old for someone like you, and~"
Before you could finish your jeering words, Michael grabbed your wrist and yanked you back towards him; the psychopathic killer finding your insults to be incredibly funny while you acted arrogant. "Aww, what's wrong? Did I hit a sore spot~?" You cooed angelically, fluttering your eyelashes as you used your other hand to blow a kiss. "Could it be that I perhaps...hurt your feelings~?"
He shook his head almost at once, releasing your wrist so he could write back and shoot back his retort instantly. "YOᑌ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᑎEᐯEᖇ ᕼᑌᖇT ᗰY ᖴEEᒪIᑎGᔕ. ᗯᕼETᕼEᖇ YOᑌ ᗯᗩᑎTEᗪ TO Oᖇ ᑎOT. ᔕO ᗪOᑎ'T EᐯEᑎ TᖇY ᗩᑎᗪ GO TᕼEᖇE." [A/N: "YOU COULD NEVER HURT MY FEELINGS. WHETHER YOU WANTED TO OR NOT. SO DON'T EVEN TRY AND GO THERE."] Michael practically shoved the notepad in your face after you'd innocently teased him; his superior defence causing surprise to gleam across your glance like wildfire due to you not expecting it.
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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...
