Michael Myers Collection

A Somewhat Helpful Presence

This is a commission of Stalker/Protective!Michael dealing with a creepy coworker

Michael, at this point in your relationship with him, was quite an easy book to read. Maybe he didn't throw tantrums like a child or even as typical adult males would, or verbally accused you of everything under the sun, but from what you could gather from a "Michael Mood" changer was apparent. Think about it, what does he do? He stands and he breathes, barely. When something has gone awry in that brain of his, you can point it out like a sore thumb. Heavier breathing (but still relatively quiet for anyone else wearing a mask like his 24/7) and a slight twitching in his step. He's harder to move from where he stands and he sneaks up on you an eerily amount more than before. He hasn't quite stopped his stalker nature, you can't blame him.

While it would be a lie to say that Michael has never been keeping an eye out and about with your daily activities and schedule, he's never been one to go through your phone. I'd be surprised if he ever took the time to learn how to work a smartphone properly. He's old fashioned, if he wants to know where you are and what you're doing he's going to follow you around and figure it out the hard way. It was different to hear your phone buzzing and lighting up at odd times of the night once you started your new job, however, and it didn't take him too long to catch on.

Again, with new age tech Michael was not privy to it so opted to stay out of it when you were on your phone and even tuned out your buzzing most of the time. But even he can't help but notice that little ting and buzzt almost every ten minutes. Shifting his eyes over towards your direction like knives every time you'd pick up your phone when he heard it, but too nosy about what was on your phone screen to notice the disgusted, aggravated eye roll and lip curl you did before dropping your phone back face-down on the couch.

After three days of constant let down notifications (which felt like a month), Michael really began to take notice, which was ultimately both a good and a very, very terrible thing. "Damnit," you huffed under your breath. Setting down the ladle and rubbing your face with both hands. This was the 12th message you had received in the five minutes you had started making dinner. Bzzt; eleventh. Ting, bzzt; thirteenth, the classic double text. You had to admit that at first when you started your shifts with the guy he was nice and friendly, but you also regret putting your number down in the book next to the phones for emergencies. Was it nice making a few friends living here in Haddonfield? Absolutely, but maybe just not this guy. Giving a polite excuse of being busy you ended your part of the conversation and put your phone on silent for the rest of the night.

Michael wasn't too on the case around this time, but much more so around day seven of the constant notifications and what escalated to be phone calls at any time of the day. "No, no thank you I'm actually busy that day," "Well maybe next week," "Aw, thank you, but I actually can't that day." No matter how many times you had to decline coffee and brunch was starting to wiggle itself into your schedule for as much as he started to call you, but what caught Michaels eye was your nervous fidgeting and the painful look on your face every time you had to decline what the person on the other line was saying. To put it bluntly in Michaels brain, you have no friends, so the amount of calls you got and dates was off to him. Watching you silently from the doorway, you give him small comforting smiles as you continue to decline and agree to small talk questions. "Yup, seeya," you finish unenthusiastically. Michael stands there.

"It's just this guy I work with, he's really taken a liking to me I think," you sarcastically laugh, "He just keeps calling me and asking me out to the same coffee date over and over even though I've declined him... over and over." You wipe your face and look up at Michael, giving him yet another comforting smile before resuming your show, urging him to come sit down with you on the couch. There continued to be buzzes and messages during the night while the two of you watched the TV before you mindlessly turned your silencer on. It was comfortingly quiet now, despite the sound from the speakers and laugh tracks of the show, but quiet enough for you to slowly slouch into Michael's side and sleep. That didn't stop him from seeing the small blue light illuminating from under the screen on the couch, however. Picking up your small phone in his giant hands, the most recent text on your lock screen being "You've got real pretty brown eyes." Only to be quickly removed by a new text: "Could you do next Thursday for coffee? I'd like to spend more time with you, I really like you Pratt." You seemed to be taking this quite well, through Michael's eyes at least, but you really couldn't stand having to work the same shifts with this guy every week. It was only a matter of time before you quietly tried to change your shifts without him attempting to do the same.