You wish this was you, huh? ( slasher headcanons & oneshots )

Michael Myers angst

Idc if sanitariums don't work like this. It's angst, so I make the system.

You were a nurse at Smith's Grove Sanitarium, and you've been here for at least a year.

Your low heeled black Mary Janes clicked against the floors and reverberated throughout the empty halls.  you wore a more traditional nurse uniform, the dress exaggerating your curves and breasts. Cliche, I know, but the job paid well.

"Miss [Name]!" A  masculine voice yelled from behind you. It was none other than her annoying coworker."What now, David?" You asked sarcastically, clearly annoyed by his presence. "I'm kind of late for a date, so I need you to check up on Michael for me." You grew visibly angry. "Don't fucking play with me,  David!  You know I'm scared of him!" You exclaimed, your nails digging into David's neck as you basically choked him.

"[Name]," he said, removing her hands from his neck. "I'm serious and she'll be realy mad if i don't make it." "It's almost 12:00am, what kind of date do you even have?" You asked, folding your  arms. "When twelve hits, it'll be my anniversary. I wanted to give her an early gift." "You're married?" You didn't really expect anybody to like David.

"I've been married for five years! We have a whole toddler! Don't you pay any attention?" "No. Not at all." You turned the other way, your arm being grabbed by David. "Miss [Name],  please. Just this one favor?" His eyes lit up like a puppy's. "Fine.  But if I die, I'll kill you."

. . . . .

♡12:42am♡

You had checked on every patient in the sanitarium, but you had one more to go. The most dangerous patient there.  you stared at the door nervously, "M. Myers." Written on it. Tucking your  lips in, you took a deep breath and opened the door. Michael sat on the bed, his torso strapped in some sort of bonding leather contraption that looked like a straight jacket. It went around his chest, down his arms, which were tied together, and around his neck like a dog collar.

He still had his mask on, due to a previous incident that came from a doctor trying to remove it. May the doctor rest in pieces. The room was dimly lit, the only light being from the moon and the lamp in his white nightstand.

"Hello, Michael." You said coldly, walking pass him. You inspected the room, making sure that no weaponry was hidden around it. "Not much of a talker, are you?" You joked, Staring at Michael. Michael turned his head towards you, staring in silence. "Eh, that's probably for the best. The guy next door, barks at me like a dog." Michael's hands clenched at the thought. He wasn't a fan of dogs, especially not unnecessary barking.

You hesitantly walked over to Michael's bed, dipping down so you could check under it. Nothing in particular, just a few dust mites. You stood back up, fixing your dress. "I guess I'm done here." You stated. You sat down on the side of the bed, looking down at him.

"I just don't understand why…" You muttered, he turned his head as you looked at him. "you don't even recognize me,  do you?" You asked. No response. "You ruined everything, Michael." You stated.

It all started on Halloween, fifteen years ago. You and Michael walked along the dark streets of Haddonfield, collecting candy from every house. Of course, you had to say trick or treat for him,  and you both got the candy that you came for.

Michael was a clown, and you were a witch.

Everything was going well, but Michael seemed upset about something. "Mikey? What's wrong?" You asked, no response."I'm going home." He said in a monotonous voice. "Aww. Do you want me to go with–" "No." He responded harshly.

"Well, can I get a hug before you go?" Michael didn't even respond. He just left. That was the last you saw of him before he murdered his sister. Nobody even knows about your past relationship with him.

"You ruined everything we had. Our friendship is just dead. And fifteen years later, you can't even explain why." Your voice was shaky, and your eyes welled as the seconds passed. Michael looked down, sighing heavily.

"It's been a long time, Michael. Fifteen whole years. Everyday, since I was six fucking years old, I've wondered why. Why would you do this to me? Look at me. I'm a nurse now. I've got an important job. You weren't even there for me when I graduated from medical school. And I'm fine with that,  but it hurts me…that You didn't even give me a hug before you left. Now you can't even do that because you're tied up." You sniffled, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You grabbed Michael, pulling him into a hug. He buried his face into your neck. "I hate you,  Michael. But I've missed you, and I still do." He stand up,  exiting the room and locking the door.