Michael Myers x Male Reader

Chapter Eight- Phase Three

《Michaels Pov》

He passed out sometime ago, I ended up killing a family on the outskirts of Haddonfield. A decent sized home, no neighbors, and a basement. While it hadn't been as big as mine, it was still fairly decent- the place was fully furnished. Food was in stock, the pantry, freezer, fridge, cabinets, you name it all. We'd be good for a while, might as well make the meat instantly- who knows when they bought the shit.

Sighing I set him on the couch, I figured he'd make a lot of noise if he woke up- and I blocked the front door with a dresser I seen. Currently I was working in bringing a bed, rope, and a bucket down to his new room. It wouldn't be the best, but then again he was only an experiment and nothing more as of now. His comfort wasn't my priority, his emotions weren't my priority, and most certainly- he had woken up.
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《Aarons Pov》

I woken up, nowhere I recognized. A leather couch, it was rather uncomfortable to lie on, but that wasn't what was eating my mind away. He kidnapped me, that's for sure, but what about Ashley? Was she safe? Was she even alive? I quickly got off of the couch, rushing around the place for a door, it was blocked... it would take someone extremely strong, or two people to move the makeshift barricade. Sighing I decided the best course of action was to use the windows.

I quickly made my way over to the livingroom, and sure enough it wasn't blocked. I smiled as I began to open the window, only to feel a rather large hand on my shoulder pull me backwards. I looked towards him, scared shitless. I had no idea if he'd kill me or not, but I didn't want to find out- not in the slightest.

I could feel my heart racing, almost as if it was going to explode. He picked me up by my waist, and started carrying me to a room. Of course I tried to kick and scream, but he just let me. Almost as if mocking me, I shortly seen what was in the room- stairs that led to the basement. On the floor I could see a mattress, a bucket, and some rope. My eyes widened at the realization, and struggling only made his grip tighten.

I was scared shitless, but he didn't care, "please, please no!" I yelled. My attempts at escaping were no use, I'd need something else. The tears rolled down my face as I gave up- I was going to rot down here and he'd very much enjoy it. Whatever he was planning, I knew one thing was for sure. He wasn't going to let me go on my own, not in a million years. Once downstairs he tossed me onto the bed, I scooted backwards shaking my head. I hit the wall soon enough, though when I seen Michael grab the rope I stood up and ran across the room and into a corner. Sitting down I hugged my knees and rested my head on them.

He grabbed my arms and began tying my wrists together, my legs were soon tied up as well. Despite my protests he picked me up and threw me onto the mattress. Before I could even stand to my feet I knocked out, a large fist had hurled itself to my head.