Trick Or Treat || Michael Myers X Reader

Chapter Eight

With a breathless huff of air I plopped onto the couch that sat in the living room after getting home.

My eyes fluttered shut without any hesitation, leaving me tired on the sofa, catching my breath and plotting future actions in hopes of freeing my love and reuniting with him to start a life together.

A life of freedom and happiness.
Where we could cuddle in a comfy bed all day, staring at each other and professing our love for the other without even saying a word.
I could see Michael's face, and take in how perfect he was. And he could do the same for me- whether or not I agreed with his views.

Maybe we could even make love together?

Have a family?

Wed each other?

I shook my head slowly, running my fingers through my hair and inhaling slowly, Michael didn't seem like the marital type. A family without marriage could work, weddings weren't everything now were they? Even if Y/n Myers had a lovely ring to it...

I finally sat up, rubbing my eyes and pushing myself to my feet. I needed to find something to do that would distract me from Michael for a short while.

And then my mind began to wander to my horrid act of social skills earlier at the diner. I frowned, how unbelievably idiotic did I sound?

Without a second thought I rushed up the stairs and slipped into the bathroom. I flipped the light on and spun around to stare at myself in the mirror.

My e/c eyes bored into my reflection, taking in my features, my skin, my lips, my facial structure and my hair.

I paused, my expression faltering to that of nothingness. No emotion whatsoever.

In a flash a grin spread across my face, though my eyes did not seem to match the expression I had forced onto my face, after all, they were staring into the mirror, taking in the details as my  expression changed from a grin and to a frown.

This continued for who knows how long.

I had a way of showing my emotions that I don't believe the normals would understand. So why not practice.

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Finally, I had broken away from the bathroom and made my way to my room, feeling extra confident in the way I made emotions visible to others.

I kicked the door shut behind me with my foot after stepping through the doorway.

I had considered sharing all of my progress with Ms. Olif but decided against it- as she was most likely sleeping in her bed per usual.

What a lazy lady.

I rolled my eyes, scoffing at the thought of being so bed ridden all of the time.

Why, if I never left my bedroom... I would never be able to see my love.
I shook my head, clenching my hand into a fist and knocking myself in the side of the head with my knuckles.

"Focus on that little demon... Angel." I whispered to myself, a low grumble evident in my quiet voice.

I glanced around my mostly barren room before making my way towards my dresser, where inside one of the drawers sat the special little mask that Michael and I had crafted together all those years ago.