Hold Me Down (Michael Myers x Reader)(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 17•

Y/o = Your order
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A little more than a week had passed since since the incident occurred. Michael still heavily pursuing and staying with Y/n, watching her silently as she continued through her day.
Her soles had healed up nicely since most of her week was spent being a couch potato. Today was the day she met with her mother for a small coffee meetup.

After her mothers small inquiry on what she was doing, some small talk led to now. Scrambling around in her bedroom, Y/n struggled with her pants before lifting her old shirt to change. Until her door slightly creaked and revealed a pale face stalker curiously peeking in. She slammed her foot on the the door, closing it "Michael, don't be gross!" Adjusting to a new environment with an unwanted roommate was...uncomfortable. She slid a clean shirt over her head an put on some random socks. Opening the door quickly to find Michael still standing there, almost giving her a heart attack.
"Jesus fuck Michael"

She slid past Michael and he followed in pursuit, steadily making down the steps since her feet were still slightly tender. Sliding on some sneakers and reaching for the door, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into a spoon hug. The masked stalker nuzzling the back of her head, the sound of his breathing making her shiver. "M-Michael... w-what's gotten into you?" She slithered out of his hold.

"Don't Leave" he held up his notebook. She gritted her teeth, did she really want to argue with a killer?...No, but did she really have a choice since she'd already agreed to meeting with her mother?
"I have to, I haven't seen my mother in months" her lip quivered in slight fear trying not to anger him.
"You're still healing"
He scribbled quickly and held it up to her face. "I'm fine. It's not like I'm walking there" her thumb played with the car keys in hand.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go. Don't follow me. I'll be back by noon-ish"
Her hand quickly swiveled the knob and opened the door, moving before Michael could respond or restrain her.
Slamming the door and walking down the steps.

She dove for the driver seat and locked the door. Expecting to see Michael heading towards the car. But he was nowhere to be seen. Her heartbeat slowed as she sighed in relief, turning the key in the ignition and switching gears. Backing out of the driveway and heading into town.

The coffee shop was local, which meant that they probably had better food. Though it's been sitting there for a while, it would be the first time she'd go there. Entering through the clear glass doors and looking around, seeing her mother in one of the small booths. "Hey there what can I get ya?" A voice called out to her as she jumped. She looked to the barista who shared a welcoming smile. His hair was short, sporting a small middle part with some whispy curtain bangs while the rest of his hair was slicked back. His eyebrows were thick and he sported a barely visible mustache. His sleeves rolled up to reveal his tan skin with a few tattoos, her eyes meeting his tender hazel ones.

"Uhhh yeah I'll just take Y/o" she slightly zoned out looking at his arms. "And your name?"
"Y/n" He scribbled it down on the cup as soon as he heard it and printed out a label. "Swipe your card here, your order should be ready in a few"
She did so and went to the booth with her mother.
"Hey there" she sat across from her, which her mother looked up from the crossword and smiled. "Sweetie, it's been so long" "Too long- how goes it?"
The mother closed the newspaper and sighed "Retirement, this n' that. I've just been more worried about you and that nutcase on the loose" she took a sip of her drink and sighed.

"Everything's fine mom, it's not like he's broken into my house or anything" yes he did.
"Well I'd like not to think of him actually doing that dear. Over a dozen people have been killed since the news got out"  she choked when her mother said that. She knew he'd been killing, but over a dozen? Should she even be near him at this point?
"Order for Y/n!"
Finally. Glad to leave the conversation, she walked to the counter and grabbed her order. Looking at the cup, a little heart was placed next to her name. She raised her eyebrow and looked at the barista who was making another person's coffee.