.:Slasher One-Shots:.

🔪 Michael Myers:. Cinderella, But Gone To Sh*T

Category:. Classic Fairytale

Warning:. Assault  

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The front door slammed open, newly fallen leaves scattering the freshly swept and mopped floor along the fall wind, chattering like angry squirrels filled the halls, and you sighed deeply from your place in the kitchen. The steaming hot chocolate that warmed your hands would now be left abandoned and eventually cold with your step-family barking orders until the moon rises, and even then you never got rest.

Hesitantly leaving your coco on the kitchen table, you made an effort in attempting to look like you were rushing to the living room, where almost a dozen shopping bags were waiting for you to fold and hang. Hands-on your hips you began trying to make some sort of sense of how you could fit any of it into the girls already bursting closets. A throat clearing caught your attention from the staircase, and there, clad in a wine-colored coat and matching slacks was your stepmother, Lorali, a scowl already on her mouth.

"Get me my tea, (Y/n), and make sure to wash up properly before handling my drink. I wouldn't want you," She looked down at you from her position on one of the stairs, "polluting it.

"After all, without proper pedigree, who knows what kind of filth and squander you've brought through our home," Lorali smirked maliciously as she climbed the stairs. "At least you know your place."

"Yes, stepmother." You droned, barely able to conceal the eye roll you wanted to give, instead, choosing to shift uncomfortably, the more she thought you feared her, the more likely she wouldn't be able to see the blinding hatred you had for her and her disgusting daughters. She reached the top of the stairs and suddenly stopped. She had a small glint in her eye as she turned to you, unbuttoning her coat's three golden buttons, her smirk became sharper as she draped the coat across her folded arm.

"Don't forget, tonight is the Halloween Ball in the town square. After you bring me my tea, put on two baths for the girls. They need to look extra special for tonight. I hear all the sons of the city council members will be there." She sighed looking dreamily, whether at the thought of her brutish girls getting married or at the thought of handsome young men around her, either way, you shuddered in disgust.

"Step-mother, may I go to the Ball tonight? You know how much I love the holiday and Mrs. Maggie is making candy apples, it's rare when I get to have them." You pleaded. "Just for a little while?" You hated to ask, you knew her answer, but it's better to try, right?

Silence fell, it was relentless and suffocating. You thought for just a moment that maybe she would be giving and allow you to go. For once, maybe you'd get what you wanted. Until that cat-like smile crossed her face.

"You? At the ball?" She cackled, "Oh, my dear, how can you fit so many big dreams inside such a tiny head?" After a few moments of her mockery, Loralis's voice dropped an octave, staring daggers at you, never letting her smile falter.

"You were joking, weren't you? After all, I couldn't have someone as disgusting as you hanging about my perfect daughters. Soil my girl's reputations, ha, I think you need to readjust your thinking peasant," With a final smirk, she tossed the coat from the top of the staircase, down to your feet, turning to walk down the hall. "Now be good and wash my coat, I found one of your hairs on it and nearly got sick."

Rage bubbled through your throat, wanting to shout and scream, but it was no use. What would it get you except another string of mockery? Snatching the coat, you made your way to the kitchen, throwing the coat into the wash along with the laundry already waiting there to be cleaned.

You wished your father would just come home and stay home. He was a self-proclaimed wolf on New York's Wall Street, so while he made good money, he wasn't home very often. Why he left you here in the middle of nowhere, Illinois was a wonder, but you supposed it was due to the cheap costs here in Haddonfield. When he would come home, Lorali and her daughters, Sally and Millie would be on their best behavior, not allowing him to see just how terribly you had been doing. He always brought you gifts, but they were always taken from you because Lorali didn't want you to "ruin" such pretty things.