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

Aftermath

This chapter might be a little trashier than usual because I hit some writer's block.

Disclaimer: I don't own the character I don't own blah blah blah I only own my OCs yadda yadda yadda

That Halloween night was tough for everyone. Especially Michael. The morning after when everyone came downstairs, Michael went upstairs and shut himself in his room. Every now and then, someone would knock on the door and ask if he was okay. He'd say he was and he just wanted to be alone. Laurie, Jamie, and Ghostface would respect his wish and leave him be. But Dagger spent all day sitting outside the door. Every now and then, the German Shepherd would scratch at the door and whine. Michael would respond with "Not now, Dagger." Dagger only left the door when Ghostface would take him with him and Spirit for a walk and when food was involved.

However, Michael never left the room that day. Only to use the bathroom, but that was it. He didn't even come down for food. So either Ghostface or Laurie would go upstairs and give him something. Whenever this happened, it was the usual "Are you okay?" followed by the usual "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want some alone time."

When it was time for everyone to go to bed, Ghostface would go into the room with the dogs and Michael would go downstairs to the couch. Dagger tried to follow him, but Michael would close the door before the dog could.

The family thought this would only be a one-day thing. But this routine continued on for a while. By the fourth day, Dagger had given up on waiting for his owner outside the door and started to spend more time with Spirit.

Ghostface was feeling a little lost without Michael at his side. Laurie and Jamie would try to comfort the former Woodsboro killer, and it helped, but not completely.

Three more days of this had passed and it was then Ghostface decided he had enough of Michael's behavior. The night of the one-week anniversary of the bloodbath on Halloween rolled around and it was then when Ghostface decided to talk to Michael.

For dessert that night, Laurie scooped ice cream for everyone. Ghostface grabbed the bowl scooped for Michael and carried it upstairs. When he got to his room, he knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Your lover."

"What's up?"

"I got some ice cream for you."

"Come in and set it in its usual spot."

Ghostface opened up the door and walked over to the nightstand. He looked at Michael's dinner plate that sat there. The food had barely been touched. Ghostface picked up the plate and replaced it with the bowl.

He turned to Michael. He was sitting on the bed, his back turned. He was still wearing his mechanic suit, which seemed a little baggier on him than usual. His hair was completely greasy due to the fact Michael hadn't showered much.

"Michael, turn around," Ghostface asked.

Michael sighed, but did what he was asked. His long hair hung in his face.

Ghostface climbed onto the bed and brushed the hair out of Michael's face. His face was paler than usual and he had dark circles under his eyes, which were bloodshot from lack of sleep. Also -

"When was the last time you shaved?"

"The night before ... that happened," Michael responded. His voice was quiet and it cracked slightly due to the fact he hadn't used it in a while, plus he was weakening.

Ghostface continued to look at his lover. "You're so thin. Exactly how much have you been eating?"

"Not much. Never really felt hungry. I also haven't slept much."

Ghostface looked at Michael's eyes. "I can tell. This isn't good. You really haven't been the same since ... that night."

Michael sighed. "I know."

"Why?"

Michael didn't respond.

"Michael, we're all worried about you! You've been so distant from everyone and you're clearly haven't bothered to make an attempt to take care of yourself. You say you're okay, but you're not! We want to help, but we can't if you keep pushing us away. Laurie and Jamie miss you. Dagger misses you. I miss you. Please, just tell me what's wrong!" Ghostface pleaded.

Michael took a deep breath to calm himself and stop the tears that were welling in his eyes from flowing. "I'm doing this to protect you guys," he choked out.

Ghostface was taken aback by this. "W-what?"

"I said, I'm doing this to protect you guys."

"Protect us from what?"

"Myself."

"Why would we need to be protected from you?"

"You saw how easily my Evil Side took over and - and did that! I'm scared my Evil Side will do it again and I could end up hurting you guys. Or worse..."

Ghostface took a moment to think about this. "I'm glad you told me. But here's what I think as far as controlling your Evil Side. What you've done prior to that night seemed to have worked. However, those teens pissed you off and you just momentarily let your guard down. Plus, it was Halloween night, and that's when the Curse is at its strongest and hardest to control. What happened wasn't your fault. But now that Halloween is over and you keep it under control like you've been doing, we'll be safe. You don't have to shut yourself away from us in order to protect us," Ghostface explained.

"You really think so?" Michael hesitantly asked.

"I don't think. I know. You're strong and I believe that one day you will overcome the Curse completely," Ghostface said encouragingly.

For the first time in a week, Michael smiled. "Thank you, Ghostie."

"You're welcome, Mikey," Ghostface said, returning a smile.

Michael wrapped his arms around Ghostface and pulled him in closer. Ghostface rested his head against Michael's shoulder. Michael rested his head on top of Ghostface's and they snuggled for a bit.

"Promise me something?" Ghostface asked after several moments.

"Hm?" Michael asked.

"Will you sleep here in the bed with me instead of the couch? I miss our late night snuggles."

"Of course."

"So, are you ready to face the rest of the family?"

"Maybe in a bit. I want just a bit more time to think about what you told me."

Ghostface pulled away and stood up. "Okay. I'll leave you to it." With that, he left, closing the door behind him.

Meanwhile, on the roof, a lone figure sat. The person had listened to the whole thing. They wore all black to blend in with the night, hoping to not be noticed. The figure stood up and went to the other side of the roof. They pulled out their phone and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Boss. Listen, I got some information on them."

"Really? Do tell."

"Like I said, Michael had broken contact with the rest of them. It led to him weakening due to lack of sleep and food. It made him vulnerable and I should've struck when I had the chance. Ghostface just finished talking to him. He's going to start recovery and get his strength back. I'm sorry, Boss. I feel like I failed.

"Don't worry about it. You still have a chance, but you'll need to do it quickly. Recovery takes time. You need to do this while he is still weak."

"I understand. Don't worry, Boss. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't."

And that wraps up another chapter. Y'all probably REALLY want answers. Don't worry. More is going to be revealed soon. That's a promise.