Reunited (Michael Myers x Reader)

New Friend

October 29, 1982

You woke up one Wednesday morning to your mother flicking your light on. "(Y/N)! Get up!" she said as she pounded on your open door. You groaned, not wanting to get up. Though you were only 10 years old, you hated getting up so early. You twisted into a stretch before you hobbled out of bed. You walked over to your dresser and brushed the bed head out of your (h/c) hair. You then picked out a black tee, some tattered blue jeans and your black chucks. After brushing your teeth and skipping breakfast, you headed out the door of your empty house. Your father was in prison, and your mother left to cover a morning shift at her dispatch job at the Haddonfield 911 center. She usually worked night shifts, so you had no one to trick or treat with on Halloween, which was only two days away. You stepped outside to the crisp autumn air and started your walk to school. You were listening to KISS on your Walkman.

Humming to "I Was Made For Lovin' You", you walked into the hectic entrance of Haddonfield Elementary School. Not wanting to get your music confiscated, you placed it in your backpack. Over all the noise and chatter, you heard a commotion in the boys' bathroom. You paused to listen. You didn't hear much of anything else until you heard something that sounded like physical fighting. That's when you couldn't stand to hear this unknown person be bullied anymore, so you busted the door open without walking in. "HEY!" you shouted. There were two older boys messing with a younger boy who looked to be your age. One of the older boys had the younger one by the collar of his shirt, but dropped him when he heard the door open. "Who the hell do you think you are? What has he done to you?" you shouted at the older boys. They looked stunned. They just stared at you until you beckoned the younger boy over to you. He ran to you and you both walked back into the hallway. "Oh my god are you okay?" you said to the boy. "Um- yeah. I'm fine." He looked down to the floor as you two walked to the 5th grade hall of the building. "It happens all the time. They just won't leave me alone" he quietly said. "I'll kick both of their asses" you said, knowing they were twice your size. The boy chuckled. "Thank you for saving me. No one has ever done that before. My name is Michael. Michael Myers. What's your name?" he said, still very quietly. "My name is (F/N). (F/N) (L/N)" you replied. Just then, the bell for first period rang. You both looked at each other and smiled before going to your classes.

You were in English class and sat in the far left corner of the back of the classroom. You weren't very social, though you didn't really want to be either. Your mother has taken you to several child therapists, and all of them said that it was just a normal phase. Your mother suspected something deeper than that, but it was your normal. Thinking about the situation that occurred, the teacher was taking attendance.

"Stacey?"
"Here!"
"David?"
"Here."
"(Y/N?)"
"..."
"Hello? (Y/N)?"

You looked up from the trance you were in. "Sorry. I'm here" you quietly said. "Is everything okay (Y/N)?" your teacher asked. "Yes sir. I'm just tired" you replied. He nodded in response before finishing attendance and started his lesson. The whole class seemed so slow. You wanted to talk to Michael. You wanted to know everything about him after what happened and seeing the compassion that he had towards you for taking up for him.

When the bell finally rang, you went to your math class, then your history class, then finally lunch. When you got your tray, you looked for Michael. You looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. after giving up with a sigh, you sat down by yourself in the back of the cafeteria. You enjoyed the peace of being alone until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Michael. "Michael! I was looking for you earlier. Where were you?" you enthusiastically said. "I was at the swings and I found a dead squirrel. See?" He opened his backpack and revealed a stiff and freshly decaying squirrel. It didn't gross you out, as your mother told you all kinds of stories about the calls she gets and the stories about different cases at the police department. You were actually amused. "Wow. Poor thing. Why did you keep it?" you said, genuinely curious. "I thought it was cool and I wanted to show you." he replied. You thought it was odd, but appreciated the consideration. "It is cool Michael." He smiled and closed his backpack. He was happy that you didn't run away and was actually interested in what he had to say. "You don't think it's weird? That I'm weird?" he asked. You smiled at him. "Of course not Michael. Everyone has their own interests. I think dead things are cool too!"

No one else would spend time with him since his step dad was an abusive alcoholic, his sister was an angsty teenager, and his mother was a stripper. He was glad he had a friend now. You two sat and talked about morbid curiosities and dead things until the bell for art class rang. You both got up and walked out of the cafeteria. "So what's your next class?" you asked Michael. This is the most social you've been in a long time. "Art" he replied. "Mine too!" you said. That automatically meant that you both had to sit together. Walking into the classroom, you both sat side by side at one of many big round tables in the room. The assignment of the day was making jewelry out of clay beads and letters. You chuckled to yourself, thinking about making a bracelet with the word 'Fuck' on it, but you didn't want to deal with the consequences if your teacher saw. Instead, you made a bracelet with all black beads on it that had "Michael" beaded on it. Talking to your new friend as you worked, you tied it all together and slipped it on your wrist. "Look!" you said as you shoved your wrist in Michael's face. He laughed and moved your hand out of the way so he could see. When he saw it, he gasped. He then pointed at the unfinished red and blue bracelet that had your own name on it. You smiled at him warmly. He cared about you as much as you cared about him.

When art, and lastly science was over, the dismissal bell finally rang. You and Michael walked home together. Before Michael walked down the driveway to his house, which was only a few houses down, he gave you a kiss on the cheek. "See you tomorrow, (Y/N)!" he said as he waved. You said your goodbye and waved back. Walking to your house, you smiled at yourself because you now have someone to trick or treat with.