Michael Myers Collection

Soulmate Au: Words Written on The Wrist

Request: Michael with a soul mate AU where the words on his wrist is 'Ass'

Warnings: None

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He'd never seen you before, so the only explanation was that you were visiting friends and relatives or moving in, and seeing the boxes on the front step of a new house made it a clear shot that you were moving in.

And his hunch was right, you had moved here from Nevada, just in search of a fresh start and an old friend of yours that you've talked to since you where both young. Family was all spread out, the boyfriend just not quite the one for you, but that's what you both get for dating when your words didn't match up. The first phrase you said to him was 'No thanks' while his arm said "How much for a gram?"

But you both gave it a shot anyways, even though, now that you look at this, if was just a desperate take on his side. So what better was to start fresh than just moving completely. It's what you did, anyways. So let's start anew here and be on your way, spending time with Keith, your friend.

Hey, maybe your match is in Illinois.

Michael, on the other hand, was not too worried about the words either. Though his 'fresh-start' would be starting with you, a new comer that he wouldn't tolerate on his grounds.

Considering the words written on his wrists, he never payed too much attention to them. By the amount of people he's killed, he firmly believed he had probably already killed his so called "soul-mate." So, with that he just rolled his sleeve back down and went back to terrorizing his small hometown.

Then again, he did find it quite amusing to have the one single word on his wrist be "ass." Maybe he'd let a few words slip right on out of his next few victims just to get a laugh out of it but, who knows? There's no time to play with your food.

Now you had heard of The Shape but not enough to concern you. Every small town had their small ghost stories from word of mouth by the elders, which is just what The Shape was, at least, so you thought.

Sadly enough, it would be that night that you figured out otherwise.

The moving could wait until tomorrow morning. The bed and dresser mattered, and you were able to bribe the movers with a few extra bills to help you move then in and up the stairs. That would be good enough for tonight.

This made Michael's job easy, though. He was a man walk into the house to greet you, so he thought, during your move while helpers hoisted a few items into the house. You both seemed to get along, dating, maybe. But Michael had seen that man before, so perhaps just friends.

But not for long. Your house was far to close to Michael's for comfort.

"The Shape, he's a real person. I swear, no shit," Kieth said.

"Yeah, okay. Let me see him, then I might believe the woman next door." You snarked back. You were too tried to deal with his shit right now.

"Just wait till the boogeyman gets you night. Be careful," Kieth playfully punched your shoulder and said his goodbyes. He would be back in the morning to help you move the rest of your things into the house.

"What an ass."

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By 10:30 pm you were out like a light, so Michael being able to get into the house was fairly easy. He even managed to step on a few wrong boards, sending a long, drawn out creek throughout the entire house and you didn't care to budge.

It was when he reached your bedroom door that the smallest squeak seemed to disturb you.

Michael watched as you jolted up from your bed and looked around the room for him. Luckily for the abundance of trees blocking out the moonlight, Michael was able to stand right in the corner and blend in completely with the dancing shadows.

The wooden floor was exceptionally cold on your feet as you slid out of bed, right past Michael and down the stairs.

"Keith?"

He was always one for playing sick jokes on you when you both were nine. He would hide in the bathroom and wait for you to wake up at night and make you fall backwards, or even hiding under your bed and grabbing your feet to make you screech.

"C'mon you asshole, it's like... 11 o'clock, go home,"

You laughed at the fact that you were almost 100% talking to just the wind. Old house, old noises. But the noises came from upstairs this time. The fucker probably hid under your bed like he used to.

You called up to, what was hopefully, Keith, "You're such an-"

Turning around to go back upstairs, you stopped and looked at the figure directly behind you, standing on the same ground as you but almost the size of a towering building;

"Ass..."

So much for letting Michael let a few words out of people to figure it out. He honestly never planned to make it this far. Would he kill his 'soulmate' or would he attempt a relationship? Don't be silly, of course he wouldn't let you live.

But this was technically a... a prophecy... right? In some way...

He needed time to think about this and right now he wasn't sure who was more alarmed. You, with the intruder ready to strike in your home or him, the intruder trying to figure out his emotions.

Michael slowly rolled up his left sleeve and showed you his wrist.

"Ass."

Everything hit you like a tone of bricks, leaving you to do only one thing,

Faint.

So much for moving all your belongings in in the morning.