Reunited (Michael Myers x Reader)

Trick or Treat!

After consoling Michael, you both skipped out the door and ran to the first house that had candy. "Trick or Treat!" you both shouted. An old lady in a big rocking chair smiled and dropped a few pieces of candy in each one of your buckets. "Thank you!" you said as you both walked to the next house. The next house had no one at the door, but a table with a huge bowl of candy. "Take one" was written on a piece of cardboard above it. "One?" you said. "Five" Michael snickered as he dropped handfuls of candy into your bucket and then his. "Michael! Let's go before the owners see us!" you whisper yelled. "What? It's Halloween. They get a trick, and we get a treat" he said smugly. You rolled your eyes and walked away and he followed.

After about an hour of collecting candy, the end of the neighborhood was reached. The street ended and there were nothing but trees ahead. "Oh. Guess we better go home. Wanna come to my house to see what all we got?" you asked. Michael nodded. Before you could take one step, your shoulders were grabbed by an unknown person that came from the woods. "Shit!" you dropped your bucket and candy spilled onto the asphalt below your feet. "Oh look, if it isn't the little hero that prevented Mikey from having his face beat in." It was one of the two teenagers that taunted Michael every day at school. "This your girlfriend Mikey? You might not be a little faggot after all" the boy sneered as he shoved Michael. "Leave her alone!" Michael demanded. You stood there frozen, trying to think of the right move to make. "Or else what?" the boy snapped, then whipped out a switchblade and held it to your throat. Your eyes widened. You broke out into a cold sweat and started to pray in your head. Your whole life was flashing before your eyes, and the last thing you thought you would ever see in life was Michael's angry red face. "M-Michael run!" you squeaked out. He ran. And you felt hopeless.

Michael's POV
One of my bullies had (Y/N) by her shoulders and a knife to her throat. "Why me? Why won't this end? What did I do to deserve this? What did she do to deserve this? I'm not gonna let her die. She saved me, and it's my turn to save her. What do I do?" I thought to myself. "M-Michael run!" was the last thing I heard her say until I saw red. I did run. I ran into the woods to find the biggest fucking tree limb I could find. As I ran back, he was dragging (Y/N) away from the open area to do only god knows what. I did what I had to do. I ran up behind him and smashed the back of his head in with the tree limb. He let go of her and fell to the ground. As he was face down, I hit him again... and again... and again... and again... until he stopped moving. His brains were scattered among the grass and dirt, and all that was left of his head was a hollow hole. "Oh my god Michael we have to go!" (Y/N) whisper yelled. She bent over and picked up her bucket and shoved the candy back into it. Why the fuck was she worried about her candy at this time? Then, she grabbed the guy's blade and carved the bark off of where my hands were on the tree limb. She threw the bark and the blade into her bucket. "Let's get the fuck out of here" she said. I took her hand with my blood covered one, and we ran all the way to her house. Luckily everyone was inside for the night, as it was very late.

Regular POV
You and Michael ran to your house. You slammed the front door locking every bolt and headed to your room with Michael behind you. "Michael..." you said in pure shock. His face, hands, and costume was covered in blood. "(Y/N) I'm so sorry.. I didn't know what to do. I-" you interrupted him by cupping his cheek with your hand. "It's okay Michael. You did nothing wrong. Thank you for saving my life" you softly said. "What if I get caught? What if I go to jail for the rest of my life?! I'm only 10 and I'll die in prison!" He panicked. "Why do you think I grabbed my bucket and candy, and took the knife and the tree bark with me? My mom told me that police collect fingerprints at crime scenes. They can't get fingerprints if there aren't any" you said as you walked to the bathroom to flush the bark down the toilet. "What about my costume?" Michael asked. You thought for a moment until an idea came along. "Run to your house and grab some clothes. When you get back, I'll burn your costume in the fireplace" you responded. He took his mask off and ran to his house. While he was gone, you threw some wood into the fireplace and even washed the blood off his mask. You knew a thing or two, but you never thought you would use that knowledge one day. When Michael came back in some PJ's and his costume, you threw it in the fire and lit it up. It was chilly outside, so you knew the smoke from the chimney wouldn't be out of the ordinary. You turned on a horror movie and you and Michael fell asleep on the couch.

That morning
"(Y/N)!!" you woke up to your mother yelling your name. You shot up from your sleep with Michael waking up too. "And Michael! Oh my goodness I'm so glad you two are safe! Did you guys hear what happened just down the street?!" she said frantically. "N-no?" you said groggily. Your mother flicked the TV on and turned it to the news.

"This just in, the body of a 16 year old male was found among the woodline of a neighborhood in Haddonfield. Detectives say he had his head smashed in with a tree branch, and found that half of the bark on that branch was carved off with a knife. There was no further evidence found at the crime scene, but police and detectives are still working on the case."

You and Michael stared at the TV in utter shock. You were so relieved that no further evidence was found. You felt guilty, but it technically was self defense. Michael saved you, and you saved him and yourself. While your mother turned away, you and Michael looked at each other. Michael grinned and you sighed. You got up off the couch to check on the fireplace and Michael's costume was turned into ash. Further on, you decided to store this memory into the back of your brain and try to forget about it. "I guess I better get home (Y/N). I'll see you later" Michael said. You could tell he didn't want to go, but he had to. "Bye Michael" you sadly said. You gave him a long hug, not letting go until he did. Before he left, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and went home. You stood there in shock, your fingers to your lips. "That son of a bitch just kissed me.."