Haddonfield Heart Soar: Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter three: Change

It was scary as hell when you would just be sitting on the couch doing some work or watching TV when Michael would burst through the door, since apparently he had to make a grand entry every time he came in the house.

"Dude, you got to stop doing that." I gasped, holding a hand over my heart and calming down on the floor I'd fallen onto in my moment of surprise. He just chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. You're to easy to scare his deep voice teased through my mind, making me glare at him as I pulled myself back up to sit on the couch once again. "Jackass." I grumbled at him, picking my laptop up once again and continuing on with my school work.

I yelped again when he was suddenly behind me, looking over my shoulder to see what I was doing. What are you up to? "Clearly I'm trying to do research on why you're such an asshole." I said matter-of-factly, causing him to scoff and wander of. "And take a damn shower, guy. You smell like someone left a jar of mayo in their car on the hottest day of the year." I called out, looking back to him am laughing as he flipped me off.

I was surprised to see that he had listened to my advice when he came back a while later. "Good. I can smell you from ten feet away anymore." I teased. Fuck off. I heard him grumble in my mind, and I laughed once again. The time soon flashed four o'clock, and I went upstairs and got changed. As I walked to the front door, I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder and pull me back.

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Where do you think you're going? He questioned me, and I turned to look up at him. "I need to go to work. I've got college online to pay for, plus I gotta pay for the house and other stuff." I replied simply. Are you a stripper or something? He taunted, and I scoffed and slapped his arm. "No. I'm a bartender. And I've learned that if wear a fitted shirt and have boobs, you get better tips." I replied back. As much I hated to admit it, I wasn't lying about that. It really did.

Hm. No surprise there. Michael once again teased, and I flashed him once just to get him going. "Now tell me you wouldn't pay more for that." I teased back, seeing his body go rigid as I pulled my shirt back down and walked outside, closing the door and getting in my car. 'That should get him to shit up' I thought as I started the engine, driving off to work.

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After a busy shift and some damn good tips, I came back home in an exhausted state. Michael was passed out on the couch, but woke up as I closed the door behind me. Busy day? You look like shit. He asked, and I rolled my eyes. "Gee, thanks. And yes. It was busy as hell." I said, throwing one of my shoes at him before walking upstairs. I disappeared into the bathroom, starting the shower and undressing. I groaned as I remembered leaving my comfortable clothes on the bed, and wrapped my towel around myself tightly before walking back out to get them.

I yelped as Michael suddenly had me shoved up against the wall, holding my wrists to the wall with both hands. It's not nice to throw things at people. His chuckle rang through my mind. "Well, it's not nice to tell a girl she looks like shit after a long work shift. Now let me go." I commanded, wriggling my wrists, which made Michael's grip tighten.

I don't think so. I've got to get my own revenge. He teased, pressing up closer to me. My immediate reaction was having my knee fly up, ramming him hard in the jewels with the very point of it. He groaned and fell to his own knees, and I simply stepped around him. "Should've seen that coming!" I told him in a sing-song voice, grabbing the clothes on my bed and walking back into the bathroom.

Michael wasn't in my room anymore when I got out of the shower, and I sighed in relief. What is it with guys and spin stupid shit? I shrugged it off and went downstairs, ignoring Michael on the couch and grabbing my pillow and laptop.

That hurt like hell, you know. He grumbled, and I shrugged. "It's not my fault you asked for it." I replied simply, immediately smacking him hard in the face with my pillow when he hit my ass while I walked past. He only laughed, and my face flushed red as I stormed back up to my room and shut the door.

Man, he could be such a dick.

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I woke up the next day to find Michael laying in my bed, face down in the pillows and snoring softly. I rolled my eyes and got up, smacking his head with a pillow to make him wake up. "Get out of my bed." I grumbled sleepily, rubbing my eyes with my hand. I stole one blanket from off a chair in my room, wrapping it over my shoulders and going downstairs.

I made breakfast successfully this morning without burning it. Of course, not even I can mess up pancakes. I ate out in the living room, looking back at Michael as I heard him coming down the stairs. "There are extra in the kitchen, if you want." I told him, setting my own empty plate on the coffee table and stretching out on the couch. He gave a silent nod, meandering into the kitchen.

I wheezed loudly from lack of air as I felt Michael suddenly sit on top of me, and I did my best to flip over on to my back to look at him. "You're crushing me!" I squealed, wriggling underneath him. He gave me just enough room to get out and sit up, then he sat back down. "Jerk. Just ask me to move next time." I grumbled, catching my breath.

You sure call me a lot of names, don't you? Michael asked, and I nodded my head proudly. "Yep. Because each of those names fit you perfectly." I responded. The last thing I expected him to do was pin me down to the couch and start tickling the hell out of me. And let me say, Satan does not leave his dwellings easily.

"S-stop!!! I'm sorry!" I screamed in between bursts of laughter, trying to fight my way from underneath him and break free. I immediately tried to bring my knee up against hard, but he caught my knee with his legs. I stared up at him in shock, and he stared back with a victorious smirk. "You could say that I KNEED you to get off?" I said innocently, giving a nervous smile and laugh at my own pun. He just chuckled, and the tickling ensued. "GOD DAMMIT!" I squealed, still laughing my ass off as I fought against him.

Maybe being stuck here wouldn't be so bad?

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TBH, tickle scenes always make me laugh. Get it?! I've got stupid shitty jokes for days 💅🏼. Anyways, I think I'm gonna start putting a question on the bottom of every chapter I publish, just to get to know all of the readers 😊 that'll start in the next chapter.
Peace,
Maxx 🖤