Trick Or Treat || Michael Myers X Reader

Chapter Two

Smiths Grove Sanitarium
       January 20th, 1964

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I pursed my lips together, admiring the artwork my friend had strung up in his room.
He made it feel so- alive to me!

I curled my toes against the cold floor as my eyes traveled to the door that kept the two of us contained.
Two guards seemed to have stood outside of the room in case things got a bit violent- or... Inappropriate?
I was only a six year old, he was ten.

That would be a little wild if guards had to walk in to restrain two little kids.

It was a nice thought though.

I directed my attention back to my friend, he sat in an old chair that faced away from me, he was creating another mask.

I slowly rose to my feet and wandered slowly towards the young boy ahead of me, I arrived at his side to watch his process.
"Are you makin' a mask?" I asked, my voice quiet as to keep from riling him up in any way.

He seemed hesitant for a moment before he slowly nodded.
I nodded in response before leaning forward to get a closer look at the mask. "What does it look like?" I asked.
He seemed taken aback by the attention.

"I'm sorry if you think i'm annoying..." I said, barely realizing the words that had just slipped out of my mouth.
My friend froze, his body seeming to tense.

I watched him with half lidded eyes, I wouldn't be surprised if he hated me- I just wouldn't stop talking to him.
I was obsessed with him!

I felt like I could do anything for him.

Without a second to process what was going on, my eyes widened.
He was facing my direction, his arms reaching towards me- he had placed one of his masks in front of my face.
His head tilted to the side as he examined the mask and me.

I stared at him through the mask before speaking: "Is this for me?"

He stopped what he had been doing, his eyes that were nearly hidden by his messy hair and his orange mask adjusted to stare at my hidden face.
He nodded slowly.

I gasped, a surge of excitement shooting through my body.
"You're so nice! Thank you!" I blurted, hopping up and down for a short moment.

"I'll never lose it!" I added.

My friend watched me silently, I could only hope he was smiling under his mask.

I could only hope he felt the same way I felt about him.

He reached forward and pulled the mask off of my face, he sat it back on the table that was coated with newspapers. I furrowed my brows and tilted my head.
"What-"

He held a hand up to me, before bringing it back to the mask.
I remained silent, if that's what he wanted.

I hadn't actually gotten a chance to see the design he was painting on the mask, the more I tried to look- the more he seemed to shift it away.
"Is it not done?" I asked, my voice a bit shaky, as I feared I may have ruined the mask.