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Michael Myers x reader

Hey everyone sorry I was gone so long but hay here is a fluffy story of Michael Myers.

Being the best friend and girlfriend of a murderer. Who keeps escaping from the insane asylum, kills people on Halloween and just can appear out of nowhere then can just disappear in a blink of an eye can be unnerving but being blindly in love changes things at times.

After he had been taken away for killing his family I checked in on his house to keep it safe. As we both grew up I knew the differences we had now- i went to college as he learnt in the asylum, I got a job in the real world as he sat in his cell with paper masks covering the wall. I new this as I constantly go see him. Even though it was through a stiff metal door I still tried to have a connection with the man I love.

I recently decided to start to work on renovated the house from the vandalism that kids had put the house through. I had gotten a job of being a therapist in hope to understand Michael more, to help him out with his mental health issues if he was ever to leave the asylum. Which he probably never will be able to.

It was Halloween so i was putting some decorations up for it, just some simple hand made paper pumpkins and paper garland edging for the house. As I was doing so it felt as if I was being watched, which wasn't new lots of people from the neighborhood were always spying on me.

Though this time it felt different it felt stronger and a lot more like burning holes into the back of the skull. As i looked around and did not see anyone, shaking my head. Going back inside with the lader after finishing up the decorations outside.

Sitting in the bedroom, looking at Michael's pictures that was placed on the bed side table. "Oh Michael...when will you come back" sighting grabbing the photo and holding it to my chest.
The feeling of being watched was still pricking at the back of the mind. Looking around one more time whilst putting the photo frame down. Trying the best to shake off the feeling and carrying on with the day.

As night had set in and the kids had started to walk the street for any candy they could get there sticky hands on and completely ignoring their bodies telling them to stop eating pure sugar. Sitting down in the living room with a nice hot pumpkin pie spice tea and a good horror novel.

As i had started to get into the book my ears picked up on the sound of a heavy breath behind you. Stopping and looking up from the book slowly. My breath went in and out a bit harder, "who are you" my voice sounded dead and emotionless. My hand slowly traveled to a knife I kept under the sofa pillow. My hand grazing the smooth wooden handle, clenching it harshly ready to attack.

A grunt growl could be heard. then a deep gruff voice that sounded as if he hadn't talked in years spoke, "i-its me,my mask". My eyes widened, the only person that called me that was Michael. Quickly dropping the book and knife I swung round. His head was bent down looking down on me, his plaster white mask glaring down at me. In his right hand a large knife was held in a tight grip- his skin turning slightly white at the grip he held.

My eyes began tearing up as my hand covered your mouth. "Michael..is that really you!?" I held my breath as he nods. Jumping across the couch making him catch me in his arms. Michael being careful with holding the knife in a way to not stab or graze your beautiful skin.

Hugging his body as my body shakes from  me crying in happyness. As i realise something anger flooded over me. Suddenly I clenched my fist and hit his chest. Hard. He made a grunt nose as the thud could be heard from the impact of my fist."You dick! You left me here alone! Why! Why! Why!" You scream whilst choking on your tears as I continued punching in anger. Michael grabs my wrists and brings my body into a tight hug as he lets out a deep sigh. "Sorry..I'm..sorry" he says quietly, Michael never talked but for some reason he did with me. It was his way of showing trust and love to you. With some final shudders of my body from crying but now calming down.

Feeling my body be picked up Michael sat down on the couch with you now on his lap. My eyes are feeling heavy, looking up at Michael and rubbing  my face into his chest as i shut down for sleep.

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Hopefully you like it, this is from an old book that isn't published any more but I re-vamped it a bit.