Erotomaniac (Michael Myers x Reader)[Discontinued]

Amicableness [02]

A/n: Okay, before I wanna start. I better give this as a guide.
'She's a friend' - Thought
She is a friend - Flashback

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Michael Myers stares himself in the mirror. Remembering a few weeks ago how he met you. Sure every kid thinks of him as a freak, even his Step Father and slutty Sister.
(Y/n) (L/n) doesn't, She treated her like she was a human being just like how his mother treated him. She always waits for him in the corridor, clutching your favorite Sailor Moon bag.
After that, both of the kids wander to the treehouse. (Y/n) always show her favorite books and comics.
He even learns she loves a Magical school girl who beats bad guys wearing a uniform or the one who dresses like a bat.
He felt happy, with her. Warm feeling dancing on his stomach.
"Hey! Quit jerking off will ya?" Her older slutty sister yelled behind the door banging it with her hands.
"Don't you think she's a bit mean, to you?" she asks grabbing a bite of cookies.
"Yeah, she does." He answered glancing at your (E/c) that was filled with Sympathy.
He was more concerned about your sympathy, what if you used it to an evil person?
Kindness is killing her slowly.
"Mama, always say. If People had problems with you. Just ignore them because you are more special than them. You can do something that they can't." she smiled remembering her mother's words.
"Hey-" he didn't finish her sentence when he attacks her with a tight hug. "Oof" she breathed.
"Blondie, I can't breathe you big idiot." she giggled, he Nuzzled her shoulder as his grip turns to a soft one.
(Y/n)'s face softened, her hands ruffle his blond hair.
"Friends?" she asks, looking at her.
"Forever," he said.
Michael walk downstairs wearing his masks, Miraculously he didn't hear Cynthia was crying. His mother was busy cooking breakfast, His Step-dad wasn't there. He kissed his little sister on the forehead.
"Good morning, Boo." He whispered kissing her sister's forehead.
"Finally, someone had come out of his room. " Judith hissed pushing him away before leaving.
"Bye Mom!" she yelled.
"I'm sorry Michael, we run out of food." Deborah put the oatmeal down at the table with a sad smile on her lips.
"But, I'll promise I'll make it up tomorrow."
The doorbell rang, Michael stood up from his seat marching over to the door.
"Good morning, dear." a soft voice called at the door seeing Mrs. (L/n) or Irena what he remembered standing at the doorway, bringing a Tupperware in her hands.
"Good morning Mrs. (L/n)" he greeted letting her in the house.
"No need, Michael. I'm just here to deliver these. (Y/n) says Hi, I'll be going then. Good day, Michael." Irena flashes the little boy with a smile before leaving.
"Who's that Honey?" Deborah asks walking towards his son.
"it's Mrs. (L/n) said (Y/n) gave these to me," Michael said opening the Tupperware.
He couldn't believe what he just saw in front of his own eyes.
It was filled with Pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
There's even a small note with a smiley emoticon.
"My, what a lovely friend she is." Deborah gasps seeing the food.
"Come on, let's eat it up. " she smiled he handed her the Tupperware.
He smiled at his lips, Friends do help each other's butts.
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(Y/N) (L/N), was sitting at the chair answering some questions at the board.
' I hope he loves it' she thought writing the answer to number one.
1. Bob has 39 candies, he ate 29 of them. How many candies had left?

'Bob has Diabetes, he has diabetes. He must consult on a doctor' the little girl giggled a little, she finds humor in this question. She writes '10' on the paper, (Y/n) was proud of herself.
She proceeds to the next question.
2. Ten men can paint a house in 3 days. In how many days can 5 men finish the same job?
'Simple! It's 6 days!' she thought proudly. She answered it all confidently, she wasn't that smart.
Yeah, (Y/n) is the smartest kid at their grade. She skips towards the teacher's table and put the paper down.
Mrs. Aqua, carefully checking her answers. Before gesturing she could have her recess.
"Thank you, Ma'am." she smiled.
Now, she got out of the corridor. She tiptoed on the window to see if the higher grade than her has come out and played at the ground. (Y/n) sticks her tongue out, raising her toes a little bit high to see.
"Where is he?" she muttered trying to find the blonde boy.
"I don't know who's a that-a bully- a nice dude- no blonde" she sighs. But then when something slammed in front of the glass seeing someone wearing a clown mask.
She landed on the ground with a loud thump, her breathing got heavy.
(Y/n), didn't scream instead she gets up from her knees running away in terror she headed to the left hallway, praying if that someone hadn't followed her.
"Please, Please. I'm sorry." she apologized gripping her skirt. She saw a glimpse of someone who was wearing the same mask who jumped in front of her.
Oh, shit. (Y/n) hates running when she was afraid. Sweats started to form on her forehead.
"Run," she mumbles, turning left again.
She gasps in horror seeing herself at a dead end, "I'm gonna die!" she whispered dreadfully.
She back away when something was pressed on her back.
She could hear its breathing from her back.
"Sorry, for scaring you by the way."
It was Michael Fucking Myers who nearly fucking scared you to death.
"You-- I hate you!" she screeched punching his chest as he laughs softly with her adorable angry face.
"Ugh! You could have given me a heart attack! I-I." tears begun to swell up in your eyes.
"(Y/n), I didn't mean to scare you. Sweetheart." he cooed hugging you.
"I'm sorry." he apologizes, ruffling your (H/c) hair gently trying to calm you down.