.:Slasher One-Shots:.

🍋🔪Michael:. Roomies

Category: Lemon (Warning: Mature themes)

Requested:. - Panic_At_The_DickHoe

Note:. I made it gender neutral, get your freak on babes 😉 (Billy lemon to come soon)

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"If you don't stop biting me, I'll put you in solitary." The guard shouted at me as I continued trying to nip at him.

"If you don't unhand me I'll send you to the infirmary, I can walk myself you tub of lard!" I wriggled my body trying to get free from his grasp. It didn't and wouldn't work. I had a strong spirit, but my strength was heavily impaired due to my strikes of not eating the last mental ward's food. Rat dung people, that's all I gotta say.

Rat.

Shit.

Pain engulfed my body as I hit the ground, having been thrown in by the butterball guard. I gave a small scream as I slammed myself against the door as it closed, which only caused more injury to me. I sat on the ground, crisscross apple sauce, staring at the door, hoping I could melt it with pure hate. After a few minutes on this, I sighed and stood up, finally turning around to see, not an empty room, but a hella huge dude. At first glance, he was cute, yes, but my main concern is the fact that I'm in a room with a man whos 3 times bigger than me.

An intercom speaker came on, "Michael meet (Y/n), (Y/n) meet Michael. You two will be roommates as Michael was next on the list for someone to room with. Don't kill each other." The static voice cut out once more. It was hard not to want to hurt something that wasn't this giant man. How could they just send me to a full asylum with a giant man of all people?

I cleared my throat, "Hey, guess I'm here now." He gave a curt nod, his face remaining monotone and blank.

"Uuuuhh.."

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After a few weeks, I learned that Michael actually wasn't a bad person, he let me have the top bunk, and he had an awesome collection of masks. I thought things were going great. He didn't speak much, but we wrote to each other, a lot. Lately, though, it seemed like he was getting a bit distant, maybe he was having nightmares or something, I did hear him huffing a lot at night. I just brushed it off, he didn't have to say anything if he didn't want to, but we were roommates. Something would slip out at some point.

It was another day of boringness that was being in an Asylum. Though something was different about Michael. He was constantly writing things down, when I tried to look at them, he would shoo me away, getting frustrated and writing more down. All day this has been happening, and now I was getting irritated. My only buddy in this lonesome world and he's spending all his time writing.

"Michael what could you possibly be writing that is more important than hanging out with me? Why don't we just make some more masks or something?" I asked hopping off my bunk and standing behind Michael as he sat at the desk that took up half our room. "Michael, you can't ignore me forever..." I continued, "Don't make me do something dramatic." Still, nothing, sighing I hopped onto an empty part of the desk, his left shoulder right in front of me.

All he did was grunt and look up at me annoyed.

"Michael Myers, my one true companion you cannot expect someone who has kicked the ass of every guard in this place at least once to not annoy you when you don't give them attention." I lifted my leg up and poked his left shoulder with my foot repeatably for a minute or two.

"Michaaaaaael," I groaned (though to most it would probably sound like something else was happening aside from innocent annoyance). I poked him again, intending for it to be my last one, that is until he grabbed my leg, not letting me pull it back.