He finds your weirdness to be his weakness. People find you a bit strange seeing you talk to yourself or the way you dress and act. But to him he loves it.
You smiled as you danced in the rain. Your boots splashing and the water dripping from your hair. Michael watched you from the porch. He sat on a chair and stared at you lovingly as you enjoyed yourself. He saw various people point and laugh at you but he noticed you didn't even seem to be phased.
His little weirdo
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Slasher Oneshots + Preferences And Imagines
FanfictionFrom Hannibal to Michael Myers to Leatherface. A collection of x readers
