OneShots x Reader.

Hallowen. Michael Myers x Reader

OO EE OO A A TING TANG WALLA WALLA BING BANG
Nagito's weave got exposed.
BTW In this you're straight female-
Also a request by someone but I've kept them anonymous!
Swearing!

Halloween.

You loved Halloween. The smells, the looks, the children running around and how everyone would be in costumes.

But- there was also another reason.

Your friend, Michael Myers escaped from his psycho-ward prison.

That's what you called it, anyways.

The tall male decided to crash at your place for the time being- such as the police finally giving up chase.

But ohh boy that was gonna be awhile.

The tall male entered your house from the back, obviously making you jump with surprise. "M-Michael- What the fuck are you doing here?"

His mask was on, so you didn't really expect a reply.

Just heavy breathing.

"I knew you were gonna pull something anyways-" you said, half laughing. "Well- it is Halloween.."

"We should go Trick Or Treating!"

The male shook is head in a response. He just escaped some lunatic ward- and you expect him to go trick or treating?

Michael angrily walked to your kitchen and grabbed some paper to write on.

He passed the paper to you.

'Y/N- Why would you want to go trick or treating? Don't you understand the situation happening at the current moment?'

You see, you were always the childish one out of you two-

Calm, Easy going, Chill type you were.

Michael being the stubborn- non laughing matter type guy.

But you two got along.

"You've already got a mask!" You said happily. He shook his head in disbelief of what was going on right now.

'NO.' He scribbled down, circling the word about 3 times.

"You don't need to use a pen and paper- you can always talk around me." You said normally. But on the inside, it really bothered you. You've been friends for years- you've visited him nearly everyday-

So why can't he just speak?

Michael ignored your comment, and started looking around at the place.

"Not to shabby, eh?"

Michael whipped out his notepad-

'Could be better.'

'That salty son of a bitch-'

"Atleast I'm no pussy to talk."

He hated that word-

Pussy.

Made him feel weak. You knew this, so you always used it to your advantage.

Michael once again angrily whipped out his notepad, scribbling down another answer.

'Pussy? I suppose you're just talking about yourself then.' He wrote down- nearly shoving the piece at you.

"Ohh it's on." You said with competitiveness in your voice. Underneath the mask, Michael couldn't help but smirk at your tone.

"I'll go Trick Or Treating- feel free to stay here!" You said grinning.

Michael couldn't help but wonder what you meant.