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

2

{Myers My Friend}

"... Mask... Cool... "
The child said softly in a hoarse way, the masked blonde-haired boy just stares at the new mask he just made. And then he turned his blue eyes to the younger child, and then their paper of drawing on the table.
"What are you drawing? "
The boy asked, the child lifts their paper. Showed him a paper on a deer lying on the ground, with red crayons scribbled around it. Michael looks at your drawings in awe.
"

They look cool. "
He responds. Your blank eyes lighten up a little. And then you proceed to make another new drawing while mumbling a 'thank you to him. He then turns his head back to you.

"So your name is (Y/n) (L/n)? "
He asked. You nod, then turned your head to him.
"... Michael... You? "
M

ichael hums in response with a nod.
"Michael Myers. "

He said, and then a few moments of awkward silence filled the room for a while. To break the awkward silence, you turn to your paper and write a few sentences on it paper and you passed it to him.
'your mom is very nice, I also wanted to have a mom like her. '

He saw the message in your paper. He can't help but feels fluffy when he thinks about his mom, then he looks at you.
"Well, your sister is nice too, not like mine. "
He replied. You tapped your foot in joy as a response, you would always feel proud and delighted whenever someone compliments your sister. And then the door opened, both your sister and Michael's mother has come for a visit. You immediately jumped off your seat that you almost fell, but you doesn't care and immediately charged onto your sister. (S/n) let out a giggle when you hug onto her waist immediately.

"Awww look at my precious little they-devil. "
Your sister cooed while she lifts you and hugs onto you tightly. Your giggles and hugs back.

- 3rd POV -

"I just talked with the (Y/n) kid. "
The boy said to her mother. While he look at the child, with pure joy written all over their face as it was obvious that they were having a great time with their older sister.
"Really? Well, are they nice? "

Her mother asked softly. Michael nodded.
"They said my mask is cool, no one says that to me other than you. And they're also good at drawing too. "

The boy said. Mrs. Myers can't help but smile, she's glad that her son finally has a friend now. Like a friend who can keep him company when he's inside the sanitarium.

...

"So how was your day, (N/n)? I hope you're not too bored in here. "
(S/n) said while ruffling the child's hair. The child giggles.

"... Talk... Michael... Nice... "
(Y/n) said with an innocent smile. You then gave her a new paper of drawing, your skills have slightly improved for a child, (Y/n) has stopped drawing stickman, and the section starts with a more cartoony character drawing. And of course, they made a new drawing of their sister.
(S/n) was so delighted when they saw the visible improvement in her little sibling's drawing, and the fact they were drawing her just makes her twice times happy.

"Awww, thank you so much (Y/n). You're the sweetest sibling I ever have. "
She pulls (Y/n) into a hug. The child smiles and hugs back onto their older sister. She then gently holds the drawing like it was a very fragile glass, afraid that she might ruin the drawing that their little sibling made just got them.
"Dr. Loomis also told me that you're being a very good kid here, I'm proud of you, (Y/n). When you can finally go home, I'll make sure I stick these up onto the refrigerator so when you come to my place. You can see those pretty drawings you made. "
The older sister said, and then she gently pinches (Y/n)'s cheek as they giggle quietly. Later she turns her head to look at Michael, then turns her head back to her little sibling.
"So, Michael didn't hurt you, right? "
She asked, with visible signs of worries. The child shook their head, and then they held up another drawing of themselves and Michael. Michael has an orange-colored face implying that he was wearing his mask, and (Y/n) was standing beside him, smiling.

"... Michael... Nice... Mask... Cool... "
(Y/n) said, with a smile that has a sign of trust they had with the boy. (S/n) has a relieved smile, then she leans closer and places her forehead against (Y/n)'s like they always used to do before.
"I'm glad you're not gonna be alone here, but you're doing very well here. I'm pretty sure you can finally get approved soon to be allowed to get out of here and comes back to live with me. You're doing a great job like always, (Y/n). "
(S/n) said, in her soothing and soft tone. (Y/n) smiles and gives a platonic kiss on her sister's nose, because they're too short to kiss her forehead like she always does to them. (S/n) giggles softly and Dr. Loomis went up to her. And tell her about his observation and the progress of the investigation he had with (Y/n).

"(Y/n) is somehow a rare case here, it's not common to see a child who committed first-degrees-murders can behave so well here. "
Dr. Loomis said, and then a sigh escaped (S/n)'s throat.

"Because I told you that (Y/n) did it out of trauma. I'm pretty sure they still can have a chance for a normal life again if their trauma was healed in time, doctor. I don't see them having the so-called similarities with that Myers boy. "

"Well, their behavior is not the issue, Miss (L/n). I am a very observant person too, you know. Whenever you left, or when they were alone or were in a place with strangers. Their eyes were numb, blank, void-like, and almost lifeless. And I already have the key point for (Y/n), emotional support. And you, (S/n) are their emotional support. And I think if (Y/n) grew more attachments to others, maybe they can be another new emotional support for them. And that maybe can help them.
Plus, I had an interview with (Y/n) about your parents' deaths. Turns out their mind was in a dissociated state during the murder, I considered that maybe it could be the Dissociative Identity Disorders case, or anything else. "

"So you're saying my sibling's mind had split? "

"Yes, and it usually happens as the result of trying to distance away from the trauma. But it usually ended up with more physical trauma. "

"Well, (Y/n) did receive any abuse from my parents. I always told them to hide whenever they're going sh*ts."

"That's the thing, Miss (L/n). I guess I'll have to investigate the child more. But I'm pretty sure that they have a type of dissociative disorder. "

"So, you killed your parents? "
Michael asked while coloring his mask with some crayons that he borrowed from you. You nod while drawing a rotten corpse of a dog on your paper with crayons.
"Why though? Are they mean? Are they awful? Do they do something bad to you? "
He asked. You shrug instead, you don't know why you killed them either. You're dissociated from your mind with the illusions, it just seems like your body took control by itself at that point. But it doesn't matter, because you're going to make sure you behaved well as possible. So you can go back with your sister again.

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