🅄🄽🅂🅃🄰🄱🄻🄴 - Michael Myers X Reader

🎃 Chapter: 37 🎃

The night seemed to go by slowly. Every shuffle or sniffle from another person around me woke me up. A few people would snore, keeping me awake longer than other smaller sounds.

I squeezed my eyes shut as if the action would actually help me fall asleep. It didn't, of course. So I gave up. I sat up in the old blankets while rubbing my eyes. I let out a quiet sigh as I took my hands away from my eyes.

My blood went cold, and I completely froze still once I looked at the room. There, in the very center, stood Michael Myers. He held his knife that was covered in blood along with a few corpses that were once peacefully sleeping people.

"Fuck-" I gasped out, reaching over and grabbing Carter to shake him awake. I moved his shoulder aggressively, still looking at Michael, who just now noticed I was awake.

"Carter!" I said louder before I looked down, gasping at the blood that covered my hands. Carter was long gone, a slice going clean through his throat. I looked to my other side to see Angela the same.

"No..." A wave of fear and adrenaline washed over me once I noticed Michael getting closer. My legs kicked into action before my brain did, sprinting off through the bodies. There was only one way out, and it was blocked by Michael. He had his mask on. The bright white that was covered in blood sent a chill down my spine.

"Michael, please." I whispered to him, not taking my eyes off of him.

He huffed, looking away from me and going to a final person who was still alive. It was a guard who had just woken up just to be met with a knife to the face. I averted my gaze, deciding it would be better to take the opportunity to run for it.

I ran over the bodies, jumping and skipping over them as fast as I could. Except adrenaline betrayed me. I was moving far too fast and tripped right over a corpse just to land in another.

I couldn't stop the pathetic sob from leaving my mouth as my arms went straight into an opened stomach. I couldn't stop now, and I didn't. My legs pushed myself back up into action before Michael could catch up to me, running over the remaining bodies and out the door of the cafeteria just to run into arms.

"Where you runnin' so fast?" Bo held me still, aggressively pushing me against a wall.

"Bo, please. Let go." I groaned as I felt my back already start to bruise along with the pain of his fingers digging into my skin.

"Now why would I do that?" Bo had a devilish smile on his face as he released me from the wall just to push me down to the ground. I was met with boots that were covered in blood. Not just any boots, but Ghostface boots.

"We can't hurt Michael's girlfriend." The chilling voice of the voice changer rang through my ears as hands grabbed onto me once more, lifting me back onto my feet. I couldn't tell which Ghostface killer it was, but I don't have the time to look at clues, and I don't really care.

Ghostface pushed me into Bo just for him to hold my arms behind my back as Michael walked up to us, stalking us like a predator.

"Michael?" I looked at him with wide eyes that I only now realized were dripping tears down my cheeks. Michael slowly approached me until he was right in my face, leaning down until my nose touched the latex of the mask. Michael leaned in slowly until the masks lips were pushed up against mine.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" My eyes opened suddenly as I sat straight up, finding myself in the cafeteria littered with snoring people. I glanced over, seeing Carter sitting up beside me with a hand on my arm.

"Fine, I'm fine. It was just a bad dream." But it felt so real. The feelings and emotions, they were all so real. Except it wasn't. It was nothing but an awful nightmare.

"Wanna talk about it?" He whispered to me, leaning closer.

"No, thank you. I, um, I'll be back." I got up quickly, leaving Carter there without an explanation. I rushed out of the cafeteria, leaning against the wall with my hands over my eyes.

"It wasn't real." I whispered to myself, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. "It wasn't fucking real and it never will be."

There was only one thing that I know could help. Except it might not help at all and just make this whole situation so much harder. It's worth a shot.

I went down the hallway, going straight to the high security cells and stopping right in front of Michael's cell. It was dark, completely dark in the cell and the hallway. All besides a small camera light flickering in the corner along with the occasional lightning that lights up the hall.

"Michael?" I whispered, not really expecting that to be loud enough for him to hear me. I opened my mouth to ask for him louder before shutting it quickly once I saw Michael on the other side of the small window.

"You're still awake?" I asked, receiving a nod. Michael held his hand up, pointing at me. I couldn't tell exactly what he's trying to ask, but I could guess.

"I had a nightmare." I looked down, embarrassed that I was actually telling him. I'm not going to tell him what it was about. That was far too personal. He tilted his head to the side, leaning closer to the door as he looked down at me. The mask was no longer on his face like it was in my dream. It made me wonder if having the mask would make him happier or more comfortable. Yet the sanatorium takes it away.

"I shouldn't bother you. I'll see you tomorrow." I turned and walked away, unable to face him after the nightmare I had. I heard him tapping on the glass as I walked off. I know he wants me to come back, but I just couldn't do it.

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