Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 2

Your stomach whined and complained, needing some sort of real sustenance. Other than yesterday's pie, which you had around lunchtime, you hadn't had anything else since the lunch before you arrived at this new house. Before you could go out to eat, you had to shower and get a pair of new clothes. After all the 'heavy lifting', you wore a layer of dried sweat like a second skin, and it disgusted you. You hauled yourself out of bed with a groan, not wanting to leave the warmth behind. Despite your reluctance, you stood, and made your way to the shower. You showered quickly, your complaining stomach motivating you to get out of the house and eat something for once, and once you'd dried your hair and brushed it all out, changing into another random outfit picked haphazardly since you didn't really care, your stomach got its wish. You ended up deciding to go to a small cafe sort of place, one you had passed on the way to your home. It was within walking distance, and you really wanted some fresh air.

    The sun was so pleasant, having just risen high enough to cast its warm beams over the town, and the light breeze slightly ruffled your hair, tugging lightly at your loose clothing. The rhythmic tapping of your shoes on the concrete was soothing, and you'd totally forgotten about the missing pie, and the tall figure.
    "Good morning, (Y/N)!" Callie called out as you passed, and you turned, waving to her friendly face. She was sitting on her porch, casually reading as you passed by. The air was fresh as ever, revitalising after a couple days of only inhaling dust. As you grew closer and closer to the cafe, the standing hairs on your arms and neck fell, and you felt more and more at ease. Your paranoia had really made you feel like something was wrong. Silly you. You arrived at the cafe, pushing open the glass door. A small bell above the door let out a quiet jingle, and the man at the counter turned to you. He was hardly older than you were, maybe one or two years max. You stepped up to the counter with a smile.
    "Good day, miss, how may I help you?" the boy smiled back.
    "Hi, I'll just get..." you pause, quickly scanning the menu hanging above his head, "A turkey sandwich, and a medium coffee." you order, already pulling out cash to pay. The boy tapped a few buttons on his cash register, then took the money from you, returning any change you were owed. After taking your sandwich and coffee, you turned to find somewhere to sit, but the few seats there had already been taken. You shrug off the mild annoyance, you'd go find some sort of bench or nice shady place beneath a tree to eat your food.

    Outside, you scanned the street. A small park sat across the street, some sort of farmers market or something turning it into a bustling town square filled with people. You sat on a bench alone, facing the market and watching as people scanned the booths full of stuff. You devoured your food and drink, your body thanking you for the sustenance in exchange for energy and a strong sense of contentedness. You stood again, taking a deep breath, then letting your shoulders drop, the last of your stress evaporating. You could do this whole independence thing, you knew you could. You'd be fine. After a few more moments of enjoying the autumn day, you stood from the bench and moved to throw your garbage in the trash can. You turn to the farmer's market, debating whether you want to take a look around, and decide not to. You can go next week, once you're a little more settled in. Instead, you pull out your phone and enter the GPS app you had downloaded before driving to Haddonfield. Typing in 'pet store', a general query, you're met with a lot of responses, places all over the world. You laugh at your own stupidity, and add 'Haddonfield'. The responses narrow to three places, the closest one surprisingly looking the best, and the most humane, though they were all good candidates. You clicked off your phone, generally knowing which direction to go, and not really minding having to wander around a little bit to find the place. The rumbling of a few cars as the town revved to life and the chattering behind you from the farmers market pumped her full of some sort of adrenaline, and you began to jog your way there, wanting to stretch your legs.

    You arrived at the pet store, reading the large blocky decals on the windows. 'Haddonfield pet center'. You push your way inside, almost bumping into a girl holding a little dog in her arms. You apologize quickly and step out of the way, letting the girl pass by first, then stepping inside. You were hit with the smell of animals, which didn't bother you, but it was almost overwhelming, but that was to no surprise. You immediately set out to scan the animals, which were in large playpens together rather than cages, like some pet stores would do. A mother cat watched from her bed as her three kittens rolled around and jumped at one another, expelling their energy. The mother was a pale gray, her kittens all similar in colour, two darker and one lighter. Another family, and three other grown cats were also sitting around, lazing in the sun that filtered into the store.
    "How can I help you?" an older man asked, and you turned to him, waving your hand dismissively.
    "I'm just looking around town, i've just moved in nearby." The old man nodded and turned back to another customer who had approached him. The selection of other pets was much more limited. Only two dogs and a bird, with a frog and a lizard you didn't really count. No way you were getting a reptile, they sent shivers down your spine.