Michael Myers Collection

Secret Admirer

Request: Now Whiske, I don't expect you to dish this out right away. Be sure to take breaks! Could I get our baby boy Michael, who is being left Halloween treats by a "secret admirer" at the old Myers house, along with beautifully carved punkpins and such? Maybe he finds out, who knows. I just need some Mikey fluff after binging the entire box set 🎃👌🏻 Loveyou, Whiske! Go as crazy as you want on this one!

Warnings: None

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✧ How could you be so sneaky? How on earth could someone be even sneakier and better at hiding themselves than Michael Myers, The Shape of Haddonfield? Michael would stay home on purpose for a few days to try to catch whoever left these... these.... horrendous pumpkins and affectionate notes with candies here and there but you somehow managed to show up and leave them when he let his guard down for a single moment! What blasphemy!

✧ But Michael dare not lie to himself, no, no he won't. As much as he wanted to hate the spiritual, cliché and tacky decorations plastered up around his town, he couldn't. It was always a holiday he enjoyed, especially as a kid, when he had the chance to celebrate it. Ever since he escaped he felt like he should have some sort of grudge against the day, but couldn't. He only had the grudge against the people

✧ At first, it was just a small pumpkin with a face and a candle inside of it resting on the porch at the beginning of the week. He figured nothing of it, maybe neighbors trying to make the place look a bit more friendly for the rest of fall, for the towns sake. A quick kick by the foot and the pumpkin was off and onto the sidewalk in a chunk of orange ooze and innards. If anyone was going to make a change to this house, it was going to be him

✧ However, once the 'décor' started to pick up, with two pumpkins replacing the departed one, and a bowl of candy sat right up by the door, he knew it wasn't a neighbor or the kids setting up for a prank to pull on Halloween night. It absolutely drove him insane not knowing who was doing it, or why

✧ Michael turned into the typical neighborhood grouch, the old man down the road, the crazy woman who'd chase you down the street with a broom if you stepped onto her lawn. He needed to know. Not so much as who, but why. It only fueled him more on Hallows Eve when he arrived back home to a porch lit up in decorations of pumpkin lights, jack-o-lanterns and bats strewn about his humble abode

✧ It was then that for a split second, he was a little kid again, stepping off the bus from school and looking at his mother and sister hanging up the decorations on the porch. Love for his holiday growing, hate for the people growing. If it wasn't for the oncoming sound of traffic coming, he wouldn't have stepped back into the shadows

✧ A note's corner secured under a freshly carved cat pumpkin would have gone unnoticed if it didn't almost fly out with the gust of wind from the chilly night. He grabbed it and headed inside, his appearance on visible to those who stared directly at the door, even then the still might not see his towering figure peering by the window

✧"I spiffed the place up a bit for you Myers, maybe try getting into the spirit a bit more. Let me know if you'd need any help ~ X"

✧ X? Who was X? He didn't recall anyone being named X in Haddonfield, unless they just moved in, but he couldn't recall any new activity. He peered back outside to the bowl of assorted candy and brought it inside

✧"Do you like the place? It could use some more, but I didn't have the right amount of time to make it.... perfect,"

✧ A voice loomed from behind him, making Michael's senses peak behind him, but without turning. You did all of this, for him, and he didn't even catch you until you gave yourself up to him? He had a lot coming to him, especially with your enthusiasm

✧ Michael was picky about his candy however, but you'd have a lot to learn

✧ A smirk grew across his face. A lot to learn