ʂɛŋɬ ʄཞơɱ ɧɛƖƖ || Michael Myers ¤ Reader ¤ Laurie Strode

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{Pinky Promise}

The child whipped their head to the familiar voice and saw their older sister. Who dropped the ingredients she just bought to the ground and was covering her mouth, her eyes widened in pure horror as her little sibling, (Y/n) tilts their head innocently at her, confused. Did something scare her? Did they do something? What's going on?
The child thought as they turned their head. They were completely stunned as they saw the bloody corpses of their parents, dropped to the ground, and blood spilled out of their torsos and stomach. Both of them lying on the ground, lifeless. And then they noticed they were holding something, it was a knife. A real knife, with both the father's and the mother's blood, mixed and stained all over it. The child moves their shaky (e/c) pupils to their older sister. As if they were asking her.
What did they do?

"... What?.. "
The child said, in their soft and hoarse voice. As the knife in their hand dropped to the ground, they had their head lowered down. Wouldn't dare to look at the horror-filled face of their sister.
" I'm... Sorry... Just... Dunno... "

...
- 2nd POV -

You were tapping your feet, drawing... Or more like scribbling the paper with a red crayon. Like how you usually do, your eyes are blank, but not too void-like as it still has tiny bits of sparkle in them as you still can hear the conversation of your sister and someone who was named Loomis outside the room you're in. There's also a boy, who was sitting farther away and had got into this place earlier than you.
And you somehow have a good pair of ears, especially for eavesdropping. You heard the both of them talking about you, and someone who was named Michael. You tilted your head slightly at the name, then you look at the masked boy.

"Miss (L/n), I feel your little sister (Y/n) has similarities with Michael. I was thinking maybe they could have something connected? "

"Are you sure, Dr. Loomis? Look, I'm (Y/n) (L/n)'s older sister, (S/n) (L/n). I believe she does it because of the trauma. I know very well about the environment we had plus I already f*cking told you that! "

"Miss (L/n), please calm down. Look, I have plenty of patients here. Michael has been locking and dissociated himself away from the world. I was thinking maybe if there's someone similar like he can-"

"Well that just sounds like a goddamned experiment and you're treating my sister like a f*cking lab rat. "

"Miss (L/n), please. I promised we will keep her in the safest environment around here. Plus, you can come to visit her here for a while, and Michael's mother, Miss Myers can also come along with you to keep him on his best behavior. "

Your older sister sighs in defeat.
"Fine, but if sh*ts happened here. You better separate my sister away from him right instant! "

The conversation ended. As Loomis went up to Michael and sits beside him, your sister went up to you with her casual sweet, and soft smile. Your eyes completely sparkle up as you tap your feet excitedly as she sits on the bench beside you. She cups both your cheeks with her hands gently, making you look like you're pouting.
"Alright (Y/n), we're going to have a promise here. You're still young so you're allowed to stay here for a while, as long as you behave well. And be a good kid in here, and then soon you're allowed to come back to live with me again. "

You were bouncing up and down on your seat excitedly when you heard that you can go back and lives a new life with your older sister. Your sister's heart melted when she sees your smile, despite the fact you just murdered both of your parents. It doesn't matter, they're not even some good sh*ts in the first place anyways. Your sister lowers your back to you as she lets go of your cheek.
"So the deal is, you're gonna behave well in here. Maybe you can have a little chat with Dr. Loomis or uh.... Michael over there. "
You sensed the uneasiness your sister feels when she said Michael's name.

"If you behave well enough, and the court has approved it. You can come back and lives with me again. As long as you're being good and not causing any trouble. Then the sooner and earlier you can come to live with me. What do you think? "
Your sister asked. You smiles again as you nodded. (S/n) smiles softly at you.

"Pinky promise? "
She had her pinky finger out for you. You let out a quiet giggle and wraps your pinky finger around hers.
"... Pinky... Promise... "
You said with a smile. You then turned to the table and you push many papers of scribbled red crayon drawing off and you grabbed one of the papers that is different, you handed it to your sister.
It was a crayon drawing of two stickmen, one taller and one shorter. There are words 'big sissy' and 'me' written on the two stickmen. (S/n) was almost close to crying, she gives you a warm smile which in her heart she has thanked and appreciated your gift of drawing billions of times. She gave you a platonic kiss on your forehead. As Dr. Loomis walked to her to inform her that her time off visiting has out.
The two of you exchange goodbye to each other as you watch her leave. The moment she was gone, your eyes went blank and the sparkles completely faded away. Everything inside went numb as you gripped a red crayon you were holding in your hand, and then the next thing you know is that you break the crayon into half.

Case: (Y/n) (L/n)
I could say the bad environment of their family was the main reason for their horrible actions. Despite the fact, that they didn't receive any abuse, it will still deeply affect them in a way.
But the thing is, about them and their sister.
According to the detailed information that (S/n) (L/n) had given me, their problems with speaking were already a thing in them since they were born.
Yet they are still willing to put all their strength into their weak throat, just to speak a few words out for their dearest sister.
I've noticed her behavior changing whenever they're around their sister, they were still like a normal kid whenever their sister comes to visit her. Innocent of sparkles all written in their eyes.
But the moment she left, I felt like I saw the deepest abyss of void in their eyes. They were lifeless and numb.

"Do you remember anything about yesterday morning? "
Dr. Loomis asked. The stoic expression child shook their head.

"... Mind... Thinking... Things... "
The child tried to explain the illusions they went through before they snapped to reality after killing their parents.

"Are you trying to tell me your mind was in another place, or maybe you feel like you were dreaming? "
Dr. Loomis asked again, the child nods immediately. They hopped off their seat to get a paper and their crayon. And then, they went back to their seat in front of Dr. Loomis. Then begin to draw the hallucination/illusions on the paper with their crayon. And then later, they're finished and then they handed it to Dr. Loomis. He frowns immediately as he looks carefully into the drawing.

There was a stickman, with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, who was (Y/n) in a red room. There are red crayon lines that are implying blood is stained all over the child. And there's a square-shaped thing that the child is holding onto their chest. The child has no face as if they were implying the numbness that the child is feeling. And then the child points their index finger at the square-shaped thing that the stickman (Y/n) was holding onto their chest.

"... Paper... Sister... Drawing... "

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