Michael Myers Collection

Being Loomis' Granddaughter

Request: Hello may you write micheal x Dr loomis granddaughter who works as a nurse there and he ends up having a creepy crush on her

Warnings: None

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Michael despised Loomis.

Every time he heard his voice down the hall he had to stop what he was doing or else he'd snap whatever he had in his hand right in two

He didn't really have anything against the nurses, but you were already automatically on his list.

However, there was something about you that was... different, to say the least.

Michael, being Loomis' "prized-patient" was always being shown off, talked about, and fantasized by his outrageous "findings" and theories on Michael's upbringing. Not to mention the drugs that were constantly being tested on him.

Inhumane and disgusting.

You were much more quieter than your grandfather, no wonder your mother warned you about taking this job with him. It paid decently, what harm could be done?

Most nurses would bat their eyes and turn away, voices of doctors and gruesome testing falling on deaf ears, but not to you. Loomis wanted to show Michael off to you, of course, but you found nothing about the situation remarkable, as he called it.

You made it a point to make yourself Michael's nurse. Of course, it didn't take any convincing form his actual nurse who was more than happy to trade you patients.

At first, Michael wouldn't even so much as glance at you.

Making just about everything difficult for you. He'd move his hands when you'd try to un cuff him, making you jump out of your skin, but that got old quick. Refusing to move in the hallway, knowing your tiny self couldn't move him without security. It became enjoyable, something that you could laugh at now, giving him a short laugh and a "really, Michael?" He'd smile a bit, only to get under your skin.

It was when you would visit him at night, normally when Loomis was done with him for the day. Nurses could do nightly check up's, so you used that to your advantage.

The first night you visited him, you crept down the corridor, knocking on his door only to get no answer. You were probably a guard, so Michael paid no attention to it.

"Michael? Are you awake?"

Your voice was soft and gentle; he immediately stood up, you could see his body move in the darkness of his cell. Unlocking the door, you slowly slid in.

It was a little unnerving, Michael could snap you like a twig, but there was something about him that you just wanted to get used to, more than you already had.

"I brought you something. While, I can't really make Sam stop what he's doing, I can at least make you feel better! Maybe..."

In your hands were some of your own extra art supplies. You'd seen the masks and art he would make, but they'd take them away from him for the dumbest reasons just to make him mad.

"I wouldn't suggest leaving them in here, but I'll stay with you, or leave and come back to get them in the morning before the guards make their morning rounds."

How was your voice so innocent and kind? Michael was fixated on your face, but his eyes weren't as cold as they usually were.

Michael sat down in the small chair at his tiny desk, looking over the gifts you brought for him as your hand reached for the cell handle,

"Stay."

You froze.

Not quite out of fear, but it surprised you. Michael's voice, deep and rough was terrifying on it's own, but it meant more to you than anything else..

Instead, you sat in the edge of his bed. An arm resting on the desk, chin in your hand, and a smile on your face as you watched him create.

Suck a fat one Loomis.

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Request: Michaels s/o is Loomis daughter and does not have the same obsession with Michael that her father and brother (David Loomis) has

Warnings: None

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✧ You've gotta be kidding him, he just can't seem to get away from Loomis, even if he isn't dealing with him directly. But, something must be going right if he's chosen to stay with you and not kill you on the spot

✧ He can see the disappointment and hatred in your eyes when you talk about Samuel and David, he knew that in a way he could trust you. That added a bit of relief to him to know that you're not funneling information to them

✧ Even when they would call you to see how you were doing you'd always make sure Michael could hear what you where saying so that he knew that you weren't ratting him out

✧ Michael could see how this would be good for him in a way. If Samuel and David had kept in contact with you, knowing that even though you live a few houses down from the Myers house, you were okay they wouldn't come searching around in your house

✧ It's a plus, really

✧ Michael likes to push his limits though, especially when your brother likes to visit. He'll fuck with him, making him think someone's behind him or just watching him through the windows from a distance

✧ You see Michael watching and messing with David and you can't help but chuckle and try to hold in your laughter while motioning for him to go away when David isn't looking

✧ It was funny to him, seeing as he was right under their noses and neither of them would ever know