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from what you remember, this is the tenth time you had to kick stu and billy out the kitchen before they burned it down, again

stu's forehead ceased, ❝ come on, man ❞

❝ —we promise not to ruin anything ❞, billy continued, not bothering to brush away the strands of hair blocking his eyes

you could hear traces of their voice over the voice changer instead of their normal ones

you flipped them off and begin to set out the table, ❝ no means no buddy, so back off the kitchen or i'll have jason— ❞

❝ ok! we get it, no need to bring up the big guy in this conversation ❞, stu cuts you off and pointed a finger at you

billy pulled his mask over his head and pouted

these two had just came back from yet another murder spree and you had to force them in the shower since they were creating a mess on the floor with bloody footprints. no pun intended

❝ speaking of jason ❞, stu says, gettin up from the couch and looked out the window, ❝ why does he look like he's being chased? ❞

your eyes narrowed in uncertainty, wiping away your hands with a towel before standing next to stu. billy was busy unravelling his robe when he heard a loud slam

you quickly opened the back door and there was jason, speed-walking towards your direction. he was bleeding heavily and you quickly let him through

❝ bloody hell, what happened to you—went for a swim in some sort of blood bath? ❞

with a heavy sigh, jason shuts the door and grabbed your wrist. he dragged you back to the living room

the ex-athlete bit his tongue, standing behind billy who batted his eyes at jason, ❝ what happened to you anyways? ❞

jason ignored him, stepping back so you can walk past him for the first aid kit

hands flexing at your sides, you glanced at the two, ❝ billy stop the bleeding and stu—keep watch, i'm going outside ❞

jason seemed to dislike the idea as his hand flew up to grasp your wrist and shakes his head

you rubbed your temples, ❝  i'll be fine, hopefully ❞

you managed to escape his iron grip, brushing past stu who kept his eyes out the window and was shifting from one leg to another

closing the door from behind, you came face to face with some random stranger

no, not some random stranger

it's michael myers. the michael myers

❝ i'm definitely going to die ❞

you ducked last second when a knife came in contact with the door and set off into the woods so he wouldn't enter the house

the thumping of your footsteps disturbs the silence within the woods, with michael right behind you. the man didn't bother running, it's like he knew you're never going to escape him

that or he's just not in the mood for some leg work tonight

you kept running, your heart thudding before you skidded to a stop

❝ shit! ❞, you hissed as you found yourself in the middle of nowhere

❝ what the fuck is wrong with you—running into the woods you barely know ❞, you cursed under your breath, eyes darting from one tree to another