Muke One Shots

The Haunted House

I wanna write a Halloween one shot because it's almost Halloween and I like Halloween!

LUKE

"This is a bad idea, Luke." Michael warned as we made our way toward the haunted house.

"You're such a scaredy cat, Mike. Everything inside is fake, they can't hurt you." I say, pointing to the sign with rules on it.

RULES:

The haunted house is strictly a work of fiction. The monsters, though they look real, are payed actors.

#1 Actors may not touch you, you may not touch the actors.

#2 you may not touch the props the actors are using.

#3 enjoy the haunted house.

"Still, one of the actors could be an ax murderer, maybe this park isn't very good with background checks." He says, trying to pull me in the opposite direction.

"Mikey, the haunted house is the best part of the theme park!" I whine, turning around to face him.

"I'll protect you, I promise." I say with begging eyes.

He sighs and finally gives in,melting me drag him to the entrance.

The first thing we see is a lady, made to be a zombie, standing at the door. As we walked in, her head followed us, but her body stay facing the same way. Then, she made a gargling noise and turned to repeat the action to the next people.

"Told you it was a bad idea." He whispered lowly.

We continued walking through the extremely thin corridors, until we came to a split end, two doors. Mikey said we should turn back, but I went for the left door.

As I opened the door, a strange creature popped out. It's face had random indents, painted red, while it wore a jail suit.

I don't know what it's supposed to be, but it sure as hell scared me. It looked at us with side eyes, before going back into the closet.

I turn to see Mike, or at least I tried. He attached himself to my arm and I could feel him shivering. After he had let go, I turned to look at him. He was crying.

"Aw, Mikey." I coo, letting him rest his head on my chest, "It's OK, it's fake, they can't hurt you." I try to soothe him, but he begins to cry more.

I knock on the closet door and ask the actor if there was an exit somewhere. He directed us toward the back door and I lead Mike outside.

Once we were out, he looked up at me with wide eyes and a crooked smile.

"I'm sorry, Luke. I know you wanted to go through." He said, still shedding a few tears.

"Michael Clifford, as long as something scares, no matter if I like or want it, I will never go through with it. I love you, ok?" I look down at the purple-haired boy and run my sleeve over his cheek.

"Now, stop crying. You're wasting your energy." I whisper into his ear, as I pull him into a hug.

"You're gonna need that to later." I smirk.

He looks up at me innocently, godamn.

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Hello! So, this was sort of short, but I thought it was really cute.

Why is Muke so perfect?

QOTD: What is you're second favorite shipping? Cos, I'm guessing you're first favorite is Muke.

It should be.

AOTD: Phan :)