🅄🄽🅂🅃🄰🄱🄻🄴 - Michael Myers X Reader

🎃 Chapter: 38 🎃

I hardly slept the rest of the night, waking up feeling as tired as I was when I went to sleep. Most others had already woken up around me. Most had already started breakfast.

There I sat, groggily looking around as I woke up. This has to be one of the worst mornings I have experienced, and here I was, surrounded by my coworkers who all look awake and perfect.

"Damn." I groaned while holding my head, trying to fix my hair to look less awful than what I feel.

"Are you alright? You were up pretty late last night." Carter asked beside me, noticing my distress.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just wish I woke up in my own bed."

"I think most of us do. It's not exactly ideal to have to sleep at work." He said with a chuckle. "Yet, it was for our safety."

"You're right. It was important to do. It's just been a rough morning." I shrugged before stretching out my arms to wake myself up further.

"At least you don't have to drive to work today." He said with a smile.

"That's a plus." I responded while getting up from the pathetic makeshift bed beneath me.

There were a few breakfast things out for us to eat, but I figured if I waited on that line, it'll be noon by the time I got food. Might as well go to work and eat later. It wasn't like I was super hungry anyway.

I checked on Michael in the middle of the night after my nightmare, but even then, I'm still anxious about it. It's not like he can actually get out, and I just saw that everyone was still alive and breathing. I know it was only a nightmare, but it felt so real.

"Not eating breakfast?" Carter made me stop walking.

"Skipping it for the day." I said back to him. I left before he could say anything about it, going back to the high security cells. I can't even start my job for the day because I always start with breakfast. I guess all the patients will be eating late today. I personally thought it was cruel, but there were a lot of people that needed to be fed today, and no one was expecting or ready for it. Even with all this mess, I at least wanted to let my patients know what's happening and check on Michael out of my own paranoid delusion.

While walking down the hallway, the lights were flickering above me. They instantly got my attention. I slowed down as I looked up and down the hallway. I thought this place was secured in every way possible. Maybe the tornado caused some electricity problems.

"Just stay put for now." I heard a voice from down the hallway, recognizing it to be Bo.

"Stay put?" I questioned as I approached the cells. I walked past a few cells until I could see Bo, who was standing right in front of the door. He had to speak loudly just so everyone could hear him.

"If a tornado came through, we could only stay put." He responded. Something was off about the way he spoke, but I didn't want to question it. Instead, I'd rather tell them what I originally came to.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you guys everything that's happening." I stepped back from Bo's cell, standing at the other side of the hallway as I spoke to all of the patients. "There's been a lot of problems with our cafeteria because of the number of people who need breakfast. This has caused a pause to our normal schedule."

"Wait, we're not getting breakfast?" Stu spoke up.

"Not at the normal time. I'll still make sure you guys get food, but it would be later than normal."

"Did you eat?" Hannibal spoke up from the left of the hall.

"I haven't yet, no. I think I'll wait until you guys eat first." I shook my head as I spoke, leaning against the wall.

"Y/N?" A different voice came from my right. I turned my head quickly to see my father standing at the end of the hall.

"Dad? What are you doing here?" I pushed myself off of the wall, my back straightening instantly.

"What are you doing here?" He asked the same question, completely ignoring mine.

"I work here. You know that." My hands nervously held each other as I looked over at Michael in his cell.

"You are still a student. The most you should be doing here is starving food to the guards. Maybe even sit at the front desk. So why the hell are you here?" My father's eyes narrowed as he looked at me. His eyes held even more anger when he looked at Michael.

"This is just where I was stationed." I panicked, speaking quickly to get my point across.

"With him? Who thought it was a good idea for you to be anywhere near this monster?" His voice raised.

"Dr. Loomis had me work here." I answered. I didn't want to throw him under the bus, but it was true. It was Dr. Loomis's idea to have me work with Michael.

"I'm going to talk to him." He stepped back. "Get the hell out of this dammed building and away from that psycho."

"Dad, wait. It's not that bad. I'm completely safe at all times, and Michael -" I tried to explain to him just to get cut off.

"Michael's what? Huh? He is a killer who was obsessed with you when you were children. This is the worst situation you could ever possibly be in." My father fought back before storming off away from me. Most likely to go talk to Dr. Loomis.

It was quiet for a moment, no one knowing what to say. I was trapped in my mind, only thinking about my job and what might happen.

"Nurse Y/N, are you leaving?" Billy asked.

"I'm not sure yet." I said honestly. "But I don't want to. I'll try to stay here."

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