The Next Chapter of Our Lives (Ghostface X Michael Myers)

Second Meeting

Disclaimer: I only own Tim, Spirit, and Dagger.

A week had passed since Tim had met Michael. And yet Michael kept clogging Tim's thoughts. I can't get him out of my head! He's just so hot. And he has more of a personality than I thought he did. He's just perfect! I can't tell him that, though. It just might be weird for him. Why does being gay have to be such a challenge?

But that was supposed to be the least of Ghostface's worries. He was running low on money. It won't be much longer before he could no longer afford to stay in the motel. He was trying his best to save it. He bought the cheapest food for himself and the cheapest dog food for Spirit. He also did his best to make sure the food lasted as long as possible. The only thing he drank was water from the bathroom sink. He didn't drive anywhere. He walked wherever he needed to go. Tim also tried searching for a job but didn't have any luck so far. Why? Because each business owner freaked out once they found out he was a Krueger. Man, this sucks. Who knows how much longer Spirit and I are going to last at this rate? If something doesn't change soon, we're going to be homeless.

One day, he and Spirit were going for an afternoon walk. Tim's stomach growled. Served him right for not eating a full breakfast. But he knew he had to ration to save money. He wore a white hoodie and jeans. Then he spotted a familiar face. Michael!

Sure enough, the former serial killer was out walking Dagger. Dagger and Spirit started tugging on their leashes, eager to see each other. Once they got to each other, the two of them started sniffing each other and wagging their tails as a hello.

Ghostface and Michael watched the two dogs. "Hey, Michael. How've you been?" Tim asked.

"Not bad. Can't complain. I'm honestly excited about the cooler weather. It means Halloween is coming," Michael said.

"I thought you gave up killing."

"I did. But the Curse of Thorn is still in effect. I've learned to control it every day of the year. Except on Halloween. That's when it's at it's strongest. I just really love the holiday." Michael explained.

"I know it's not really my business, but what do you do on Halloween as far the Curse goes?" Ghostface couldn't help asking.

"I meditate. Relax, collect my thoughts. That usually does the trick when I feel the effect of the Curse rising," Michael explained.

"Oh. That would make sense," Ghostface said.

"So what's been going on with you?" Michael asked.

"I'm living at a motel. But I'm REALLY tight on cash. I don't know how much longer I will last in the motel. I'm stuck rationing food and I'm walking everywhere I need to go to help save money," Ghostface said with a sigh.

"Rationing food? So you're not eating as well as normal?" Michael asked.

Ghostface nodded. "I've already tried looking for a job. But so far, nothing." At that moment, his stomach growled.

Michael took a moment to think about this. "I don't really know how to help you. Wanna join me for lunch? I'm actually heading for Wendy's. I'll cover it."

Ghostface gasped a little. "You mean it?"

"Well, yeah. I don't really know what else to do," Michael said, blushing a little.

"Sweet," Ghostface agreed, blushing a little, too. "Thanks."

The two of them walked to Wendy's and tied the dogs' leashes to a bench outside. Then they walked into the fast-food restaurant.

While they were in line, the two of them were looking at the menu. "So what are you thinking?" Michael asked.

"I'm thinking a bowl of chili," Ghostface responded.