Michael Myers x Male Reader

Chapter Four

"Good afternoon, Mikey" I said as I walked into the "room". It was like any other, however the walls were decorated with similar masks like the one he was wearing. Ranging from red to purple, I was amazed with his creativity. He hadn't looked at me, but I could tell he was waiting, expecting me to speak up. "So- as you know Mr. Loomis went somewhere for the week" I began. I was uneasy, even with the two guards standing behind me, they followed when I entered the room. "But I hope we can get along until then" I finished.

He stopped painting the mask he was working on, and turned to me. His blue and grey eyes looked at me, soulless almost. Without a word he turned his attention back to the mask, with his fingers he asked me to come closer to him. I looked at the guards and they shook their heads, having no idea how he was like I decided to keep my distance. He exhaled, annoyed, and faced me- or was he looking at the guards? Whatever the case was, I knew the three of us were tense. He motioned for me to come closer again, his other hand was curled into a fist, turning white. One of the guards told me to stay in my place for safety reasons, but Michael was fed up at this point.

With his size he could hurt us all easily right now if he wanted. I pit my hand up, "it's fine" I mumbled. A bit tense, fear evident on my face- but Mikey didn't care much. As soon as I stopped near him he pick up the mask and held it in front of him. It was blue, almost done being painted too. "It is a rather nice mask, Mikey" I hummed to his childlike behavior. He nodded and set it back on the table, this time he grabbed the paintbrush and my hand. I looked at the guards and they were on guard, weapons aimed at Mikey. Though before anything bad happened I felt the gentle brush hit my skin. A cold liquid dying itself onto my hand, blue paint. I watch in amusement, he was drawing a circle. And while it wasn't the best, it was still better than any I could ever draw.

He let go of my hand and turned back around to finish painting. Though I took this as either a dead threat, or a sign he was welcoming of me. Either way, I needed to finish up with our questions before we could leave. After all tomorrow was Halloween, and I wanted to get prepared for the holiday.

《Michaels Pov》

I watched as the three left, Aaron was watching his hand was he did so. It was a sign on him being mine, but he most likely thinks otherwise. Though his opinion hadn't mattered, because I got what I wanted. I seen his name tag that was wrapped around his small neck. It mentioned what town he lived in, and conveniently it was Haddonfield.

All I had to do was find him from there, the voices would tell me when I was close. They always had, but I needed to break out of here today- I had unfinished business with the three he had to meet, along with those guards. I knew their names already, killing the five would be easy enough. And if more bloodshed were to happen, it was their fault.
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A/N

I would like to apologize for this chapter being shorter than the rest. But this is the end of phase one of the story, and it had to come to a rest. Don't worry, I'm in the process of making the next chapter. But until I'm fully able to write it- it won't be available until a few hours later at max. I'd like to thank each and everyone of you who've read this, it means a lot to me <3