Happy Halloween Babe [M.Mx{GENDERNEUTRAL!}Reader]

NOT ANOTHER LORIE STRODE

2ND POV

Haddonfield, Illinois

October 31, 1979

Halloween Night

11:42 PM

You've locked yourself into a car that belongs to the host of the now dispersed Halloween party. You don't even have keys to start it. You're shaking, tears running down your face, bruises forming on your knees, your costume ripped and dirty. You sit for a moment in shock, seeing the Shape of Haddonfield, Michael Myers, in the upstairs window. The dark holes for eyes in his bleached white mask looking into your soul. You stare back, but only for a second to glance over to the raised pegs that locked the car. You begin to sob your prayers in hope he'd spare you, or kill you quickly. With only a second of broken eye contact, he was gone from the window. Your heart begins to pound against your ribcage. Looking around in hopes of figuring out where he went, only to see him appear in the rearview mirror. Anxiety gets your adrenaline rushing, ears ringing, and the sour acidic taste of stomach acid building up in the back of your throat.

You bend to the passenger's seat to vomit on the floor. You choke out sobs from your sore throat. Once you finish emptying your once full stomach, you lean against the driver's side door. Bad choice. The glass shadders behind you and a hand grabs your neck, while the other grabs the small peg lock. You're pulled out of the dull coloured car onto the cool pavement. The gives you goosebumps. Michael's hand on your neck was the only source of warmth. You kick and scream, but it's no use. No one comes out, no one is here to help you. This is your end. You continue to scream for mercy, hoping the killer would spare you. Tears stain your face, your eyes burn red from the hotness of your tears. Michael's hand raised and you realize, the blade's not facing you. It's the handle. You let out a final scream as the blunt end hits the top of your head. Everything goes dark, you hit the pavement.

3RD POV

Myers House

November 1, 1979

10:09 AM

Michael was staring at [Y/N] as they slept soundly. He watches as they roll on their side in his childhood, twin-size bed. He enjoyed watching them scream. He enjoys watching them sleep. In fact, he might have gotten off on it. He stood there, waiting. Each breath he took bounced of his white mask and most of it went back into his face, some out of the small holes that were in the nostrils of the mask. He continues to stare his blue eyes onto [Y/N], it seems as if he was so focused on something else, but it was them. He enjoys watching them in their vulnerable state. [Y/N]'s eyes flutter open, the sun pouring into their [E/C] orbs. As they squint into focus, they saw the white mask. Reality sets in and they shriek. "PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" they said, then to cower into the corner of the bed. Michael only tilts his head, admiring their panicked state.

"Look, my name's, [Y/N].".

He knows.

"I'll do anything you want.".

He can easily make you do anything.

"I won't tell.".

They're not leaving anytime soon.

"Please, I haven't even seen your face."

Michael wasn't going to show them anyways.

"Just, just- let me go."

Michael huffs. Did they really think they could get away that easy? Michael could've laughed. Michael approaches [Y/N], his heavy footsteps seemed to make the entire house shake. [Y/N]'s eyes wells up in tears, their eyes slowly becoming puffy and red. They sniffed and pulled their knees to their chest, hoping it would be a form of protection. Michael continues to look at them as he stood at the edge of the bed. He began to shake his head, implying a "No.".

You see, the thing about Michael, he gets obsessed. First Laurie Strode, his young, teenage babysitter of a sister, Lucky for her, Dr.Loomis shot Michael. In Michael fashion, he disappeared. Once he was obsessed, he would never be done. Now, Michael was obsessed with [Y/N]. Thing is, he didn't kill them when he had the chance. Dr. Loomis would be going crazy to see a sudden shift in Michael's behavior.

"What do you mean 'no'?" [Y/N] said, their voice beginning grow stern, "I'm not staying here with- with you.". Michael begins to grow a little frustrated, he then nods his head. "Yes you are." he seemed to say. "Can I please at least shower and use the bathroom?" they ask, crossing their arms. Michael nods. [Y/N] gets up and keeps their distance from Michael. He leads them out the door and into the hall. Michael then pulled the smaller form into the bathroom and crossed his arms looking at them. "Get out, creep." [Y/N] said, giving Michael a dirty look. Michael stepped out and closed the door, but didn't allow it to click into place. [Y/N] undresses and starts the water. Once the water was warm enough, they jumped in and washes up. Once [Y/N] got out, they saw the door quickly close.

Michael had been watching [Y/N].

They grabbed their old costume and stomped toward the bathroom door. They stand there and yell "I know you were watching me, you creep! You- you- MURDERER!". Michael grabs the smaller person, using his own height as an advantage. Michael practically throws [Y/N] into the small room. They land on their backside, and cry out "FUCK YOU MYERS! FUCK YOU!".

And there they were, alone.

After a minute, all [Y/N] could hear was their own sobbing.