Trick Or Treat || Michael Myers X Reader

Chapter Three

      Smiths Grove Sanitarium
   March 15th, 1964

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He slowly slid the crumbled paper towards me, I extended my hand and pulled it into my grasp.
I tilted my head as I examined the small doodle my friend had drawn for me.

It revealed a sloppily made stick figure, it held what seemed to be a bloodied knife, on the slapped down straight lined floor sat another rushed stick figure, with what seemed to be blood pooling around its skinny body.

I turned to look at my friend, before furrowing my brows. "What is it?" I asked, before my eyes returned to the eerie drawing.

My friend lowered his head to the spare paper, paper he had received in order to create his masks.

He grabbed ahold of a small and slightly worn down crayon and began scribbling on the paper, causing it to scrunch up a few times.
My friend seemed to let out a frustrated grunt overtime.

He slid the paper in front of me, I took it into my hands and flattened it out the best I could so I could get a nice view of the image.

My friend seemed to have redrawn the stick figure with a puddle of blood surrounding its frame, except he had added to it: a sloppy arrow pointed at the stick figure, the words 'Sister' written in capital words across the top of the paper.

My eyes widened, I looked at my friend; a look of confusion plastered on my youthful face.

"You wanna kill your sister?" I questioned, my friend took a moment- before nodding slowly in response.

"Didn't you already kill her?" I continued questioning, only to be interrupted when he slammed his pointer finger down on top of the paper, gesturing to the word 'Sister' at the top.

My eyes widened at his harsh movements, I stared at his masked face for a moment. Our eye contact refusing to break.

"Did you?- Did you have another sister?"

He nodded quietly.
"Okay..." I whispered, before carefully scooting my chair closer to my friend.
I stared at his hunched frame for a long moment, before I hesitantly leaned against him; resting my head against his shoulder.

I could feel his body tense at the contact between the two of us.
I allowed my eyes to flutter shut as I slowly lowered my hand to his arm, and traced it down to his hand- where I proceeded to softly take hold of his palm and hold it in my grasp.

I breathed out a sigh of relief when he refrained from hurting me, though I could tell there was something complex going through his mysterious mind.

I broke the silence, "I'll help you, Michael..."

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          Haddonfield, Illinois
            October 28th, 1978

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I lost control of my body at the exact moment I saw the group of teens.
I threw myself forward and marched towards the gathered pack.
"Hi," I blurted.