Hold Me Down (Michael Myers x Reader)(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 27•

Did somebody say....fanservice?
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"Michael I'm homeee" Y/n opened the door while holding a few paper bags from the local pharmacy. They were filled with medication for migraines and blood thinning. It was only temporary, according to her doctor.

"Time to wash up now" she walked through the house casually. She could just be talking to herself for all she knew. Atleast, she hoped not. At this rate she wouldn't even care if she talked to the wall, since it was bascially like talking to Michael.

A creak was heard from upstairs. The timing was too good for it to be 'just the old house making noises.' Y/n flung the bags on the chair and tapped her foot on the ground.

"Michael, come down here. I have a surprise for you!" She reached into the bag and hid what she took behind her back. Now there was heavy footsteps right above her, heading towards the steps. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't laugh at how weirdly he walks down the steps.
He was infront of her in an instant. She opened her eyes and took a step back, carefully thinking about her words before she spoke.

Y/n took a deep breath in "Since I don't want you running around butt booty naked, I've bought you some clothes while I wash you clothes." She held up a large black shirt in one hand and in the other, gray boxer shorts. She felt some embarrassment presenting a clothing she bought for a killer.

"I wasn't sure of your size, so I got an extra large for both of them" she bunched both clothing items into one hand.

"So I figured I'd also let you take a shower too. Since I'm not sure when the last one you had was..." Y/n eyeballed his large shoulders down to his waist. On second thought, maybe he wasn't an extra large. She cleared her throat as Michael stared down at her.

"You already know how to undress and dress yourself, I'll just take your suit and throw it in the wash. Let's get started now" Y/n guided him to the bathroom.

"Right is cold, left is hot. Feel free to use the shampoo and conditioner-" while Y/n rambled on about directions, Michael thought about his experience with bathing back at the sanitarium. Showering in cold water while security watched him. Eventually he stopped voluntarily showering until they chained him up and forced him. He wasn't sure what to think of using a real shower.

"I'll leave now, just hand your boiler suit to me when you take it off. There's a towel hanging next to the shower for you. Clothes are on the toilet." The two stood in silence for a moment. Michael reached for his zipper and slowly pulled it down. She never left that bathroom so quick. Slamming the door behind her as she gasped.

"You could atleast wait until I'm not in the bathroom!" She heaved and leaned on the door. The image was almost plastered in her mind, she swore he had cleavage. The door opened and she stumbled forward.

"I'm closing my eyes, hand me your suit" the gritty feeling of dirty cotton fabric entered her palm. Y/n shuttered at the sensation, knowing that blood, dirt, and possibly some other fluids were on it. The door shut as soon as it was handed to her. She opened her eyes and sighed.

Half an hour had passed. Y/n was using an old toothbrush and hydrogen peroxide to scrub all of the blood stains out of the cotton. She had learned that trick from her mother when she had accidentally bled through underwear on her period. However, scrubbing a whole suit proved to be painful on her fingers and back.

Sitting in the kitchen infront of the sink instead of in the basement where the washer and dryer was. Though Michael seemed like he had no intention to kill her at all, she'd seen enough horror movies to know not to enter a basement with a killer in the house. Maybe she could move the washer and drier upstairs in a spare storage closet.