Michael's POV
Y/n passed out in my arms. Jamie came in and started to freak out. I asked the guys to take her out and to calm her down. When they left, I grabbed Pinhead's arm and I nodded. "Are you sure?" I nodded trying everything I can to hold back tears. I looked down at her beautiful face and I put my hand on her cheek slightly. I sat down with her and I cradled her in my arms. I couldn't hold back tears. "I'll give you a minute." Pinhead said with a hand on my shoulder. He walked out and shut the door. I carried y/n to her bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed to rethink my actions. I cried for about another 5 minutes. When I calmed down, I went downstairs to get Pinhead. "It's time." He said. I put a hand to my mouth to prevent more tears. We headed up stairs, y/n was still knocked out. Jason walked to her and put a hand on her head. "Your a good kid."
Ghostface ruffled her hair.
Freddy kissed her forehead.
Pinhead put his hand on her leg in a respectful way. I couldn't face her though. Pinhead put his hands over her eyes. "Fuck this." I mumbled. I went up to her and I kissed her soft lips. The guys were alittle surprised. The kiss lasted for a couple seconds. I broke away and I kissed her forehead. "I love you, and you will always be mine."
Y/n POV
I woke up to the blinding sun through my window. I sat up and I looked around. "The fuck?" Was all I could say. I was back home. The first thought was what happened to Michael. I got up and ran downstairs. I ran into my dad making us both fall in shock. "Oh hey Y/n, your up early." He got up and extended his hand. I declined his hand, I got up and ran outside. My dad called out for me. I stood in the driveway, dazed and confused. I saw a man walk my way. I recognized him. It was Loomis. I gave his my death stare and I walked backwards slowly to my house. "Hello y/n how are you today."
"Where is he."
"He who y/n?"
"Michael fucking Myers."
"Uh I don't know who that is, your head is in a different place after you took that fall." I settled down to feel my head with a soft touch. I hurt like hell. " you where on your way to school a couple weeks ago and you slipped on s shirt that was left on the ground and you took a fell down some stairs, hitting your head in the process. You were out for a few weeks." I nodded. "Your mother called me over to talk about your recent dreams or nightmares. Your mom said you got those a lot while in your coma." "So Michael doesn't even exist?"
"Yes y/n he never existed."
