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Eye Contact is Sexy, but Micheal takes it too far and now it's Creepy

Myers House

November 1, 1979

After [Y/N]'s session of releasing their negative emotions, they take their deep breaths in order to calm themselves. Grabbing a hold of their towel, they stand up. 'How long will it be until he comes back?' [Y/N] thought. They walk to the small wall closet and open it. They are greeted to a few t shirts and old children's clothes.

[Y/N] put on one of the shirts, assuming it was Michael's. The shirt seemed to swallow [Y/N] as it fell to around upper to mid thigh. They put on last night's underwear as well. Now, how to escape? [Y/N] tried the door first. The knobs inability to completely turn made it obvious. Locked. "Michael?" they call out, banging the door. They receive no answer. [Y/N] then walks to the window. In a desperate attempt to push the window up, the wood had swollen, preventing an exit. [Y/N] chokes another sob out. 'There's no way I'm getting out.' they thought. [Y/N] sits on the small bed allowing the tears to roll down their face.

After a few hours, Michael walks in. His heavy foot steps cause [Y/N] to look up. Michael was holding a folded up piece of paper. "Can I please go home? I'm cold, tired, I miss my friends, family. Someone will report me as missing." [Y/N]'s voice was low and full of sorrow, their cheeks stained with salty tears. Michael looked down at them, towering over them, he opened the folded sheet of paper with a school portrait of [Y/N] on it. The paper read:

MISSING

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PERSON?

[Y/N] [L/N]

LAST SEEN ON OCTOBER 31

Description: Date of Birth: [y/d/o/b], Early-to-mid twenties, [y/h/c], [y/h].

If you find [Y/N], please contact authorities.

"No. No. Is this some kind of joke?" [Y/N] said, tears welling in their eyes. Michael just stared, watching the smaller form break down and sob. Michael and [Y/N]'s sobs were the only things making any sound in the room. Michael's heavy steps then drowned out the quieter sounds followed by a door slamming. [Y/N] looked up realizing their loneliness. [Y/N] wipes their nose, seeing their fake-happy school portrait on the floor.

[Y/N] stands up and walks to the door. With a sigh, they open it. The hinges made a quiet squeak, as if the door was protesting their exit. They walk down the hallway, trying to avoid the creaking of the floor boards. The house groaned as the wind hit against it, each of [Y/N]'s heavy breath seemed to hit the house as well. There was another half-opened door at the end of the hallway. [Y/N] approached it and peered in. They saw a figure hunched over.

The figure, they assumed was Michael, had blonde medium length hair. The hair covered Michael's face. 'If kicking screaming doesn't work, being sweet will.' [Y/N] thought. "Michael?" they call out.

Michael looks up and quickly grabbed his mask. From what [Y/N] could tell, he had blue eyes, a light stubble, and a strong jawline. He gave a look as if he said, 'How'd you get out?'. "Do we have anything to eat?" [Y/N] asks, "If we don't I could go out and -".

It seemed almost as if Michael appears fom nowhere to grab [Y/N]'s small wrist in protest. "Michael, I need to eat." [Y/N] say. They realize how childish Michael's actions were, on top of that he was much more attractive than you'd think.

Stockholm syndrome can be a bitch.

Michael gives a hard stare. [Y/N] could now find his eyes in the deep shadows of the mask. The two stare for what seems like hours, [Y/N] gently chewing at their lip. After a minute, [Y/N] looks away. Michael's gaze felt a little harsher.

Michael then proceeds to pull [Y/N] downstairs into the kitchen.

Myers house

November 2, 1979

2:34 PM

Michael and [Y/N] ingored each other for the day. [Y/N] was wondering what Michael's real face looked like.

[Y/N] walks into the downstairs area. They were greeted by the bleached mask. "Hey Michael," [Y/N] calls out, looking up to Michael. Michael stare back at them. [Y/N] slowly reaches for his mask only to be intercepted by Michael.

"Come on, please?" they beg.

Michael shakes his head.

"I'll give you a kiss" [Y/N] giggles.

Michael doesn't budge.

"I won't try to leave." they lie.

Michael continues to refuse.

"Fine." [Y/N] says, turning to stomp away from Michael. [Y/N] is pulled back by th wrist, they gasp in fear. They're turned toward Michael, he pulls his mask off. Michael then slammed lips to [Y/N]'s. His lips were rough and the kiss is full of inexperience.

It seemed as if [Y/N] had Michael at "I'll give you a kiss".