The smaller males breath hitched, the freezing temperature of the room sent a shiver down his spine. He awoke abruptly to the sound of the basement door opening. He was still in the chair from last night- or however long ago it was. All he's been doing lately was sleeping, being abused, forced fed. He'd subjected enough to make a man go mad, but he wouldn't let it get to his head. Not yet at least.
He knew what he needed to do, escape. He found out Michaels schedule, he'd leave very early in the morning, the only way he knew was by the hole peaking outside. He was gone until the sun would set.
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The rope broke soon, and even though it took a minute to stand- he stood. The open wounds acking more than he'd of liked, but he didn't care. He grabbed a crowbar left to the side Michael had used to hit him in the leg with, and proceeded up the stairs. Effectively breaking the door after a few minutes of hitting it, and left the basement. He glanced around and spotted a boarded up door, the back door to be specific. He headed to it and took another few minutes to bash it in.
After finally breaking it, he could feel himself getting nauseous. A feeling of uneasiness began to flood his mind- even if he escaped, how far would...no could he go? He knew he had a broken hand, and a sprained ankle. The house was in the middle of nowhere for fucks sake! But he had to leave, he just had to. He was sick of the torture he'd gone through, and yet he couldn't even make it through the door to freedom.
He brushed the thought off and walked out the door, the crowbar still in his hand. He knew it wouldn't effect Michael, not even in the slightest way. Yet he needed to try if he stumbled upon him. He made his way to the road before smiling, car lights were ahead. He waved as best as he could, the car stopped in front of him.
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My apologies for it being short, but I'd love to hear your guy's thoughts on what might happen next! <3
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Michael Myers x Male Reader
FanfictionI'm not going to be doing the whole y/n thing, so you'll be going by the name: Aaron Andrew. You are 19 and are volunteering to work part time at Smiths Grove Asylum. You can choose what you look like, of course.
