Horror Movie Scenarios & One Shots!

❤️When You're Stressed❤️

[A/N: Again, this book ISN'T dead! It just takes a long time to make six individual slasher parts (all 1.5k-2.5k long), proofread them, and put them all together like this. I actually stayed up until 1am in the morning to finish this off because I'm stubborn/(an idiot? xD). I love all of you guys, so I wish you all a wonderful day! ^-^💕]

Michael Myers:
The following week - after you'd been busted by your brother Miles for dating an infamous serial killer - was the same as usual. You'd wake up, go to school, come home, clean the house quickly, complete your remaining homework, make dinner for your brother - due to him coming home from work late - and spend some time with Michael; your days becoming increasingly more stressful. It wasn't that you hated doing all these things or anything, you were just tired. It didn't help that you got less and less sleep on top of that. You started to forget random small things - skipping breakfast, not remembering to bring the right homework to the right class, etc etc.

Your stressed-out state even had Michael worried, the silent stalker trying to stop you from taking on so many activities at once. "Michael, what are you doing?" You tiredly asked, confused by the older male's actions. He was blocking the doorway - not allowing you to pass through. But you had to. You had to go to school. You were fine, so what was his deal?

GO ᗷᗩᑕK TO ᗷEᗪ. ᑎOᗯ. [A/N: GO BACK TO BED. NOW.] He wrote to you, his serious stare and stiff stance showing how adamant he was about your health.

"Why? I'm fine." You shook your head as you tried to go past him, "I'm just a lil' sleepy, that's all. I'll catch up on sleep at the weekend."

TᕼᗩT'ᔕ ᗯᕼᗩT YOᑌ ᔕᗩIᗪ ᒪᗩᔕT ᗯEEK. [A/N: THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID LAST WEEK.]

"Yeah well," You paused for a second, wanting to come up with an excuse, "I promise I'll get more sleep at the weekend, m'kay?"

ᑎO. TᕼIᔕ Eᑎᗪᔕ ᕼEᖇE ᗩᑎᗪ ᑎOᗯ. [A/N: NO. THIS ENDS HERE AND NOW.]

"Michael..." You sighed and turned on your heel, deciding to just use the backdoor instead. "I'll see you after school." Before he could stop you, you left the house - Michael very unhappy with your decision. So much so that he gripped your wrist and tried to physically drag you back to the door, his intent to get you some rest.

ᗯᕼY ᗯOᑎ'T YOᑌ ᒪIᔕTEᑎ TO ᗰE? [A/N: WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?]

"I do listen to you." You tugged your hand free and faced him properly, "But this is what I have to do. Miles doesn't come home until late, I need to do my homework, and I have to tidy up the house so it's not a mess when he gets home. Then it's rinse and repeat."

IT'ᔕ TOO ᗰᑌᑕᕼ ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ TO ᕼᗩᑎᗪᒪE. YOᑌᖇ ᕼEᗩᒪTᕼ Iᔕ ᔕᑌᖴᖴEᖇIᑎG. [A/N: IT'S TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO HANDLE. YOUR HEALTH IS SUFFERING.]

"I'm fine!" You gently protested, repeating your reply from earlier and flashing him a smile before starting your walk to school.

But you didn't get very far, considering Michael grabbed your shoulder and forced you to stay still again. "Michael, can you stop this please? I need to get to—" You couldn't finish on account of him practically shoving the notepad into your face. What was his problem...?

YOᑌᖇ ᖴᗩᑕE ᕼᗩᔕ GᖇOᗯᑎ ᑭᗩᒪEᖇ. YOᑌ ᕼᗩᐯE ᒪEᔕᔕ EᑎEᖇGY. YOᑌ'ᐯE ᗷEEᑎ ᕼᗩᐯIᑎG ᕼEᗩᗪᗩᑕᕼEᔕ. ᗩᑎᗪ YOᑌ ᕼᗩᐯEᑎ'T ᗷEEᑎ ᔕᒪEEᑭIᑎG ᗯEᒪᒪ. [A/N: YOUR FACE HAS GROWN PALER. YOU HAVE LESS ENERGY. YOU'VE BEEN HAVING HEADACHES. AND YOU HAVEN'T BEEN SLEEPING WELL.]