Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 3

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. The slow, rhythmic buzzing roused you steadily from your sleep, and you rolled from side to side, trying to fight back into your slumber to no avail. At last, you gave in, going still for a moment, then shifting to tap 'snooze' on your phone screen with a groan. You sat up, stretching, then letting out a sigh as your arms dropped to your sides. You swung your legs over the side of your bed, standing up and stretching yet again. Your knees cracked, but it felt oddly relaxing, rather than painful. You made your way to your dresser, staring momentarily into the mirror that sat on top. You furrowed your brows for a moment, seeing a silhouette of some sort, though when you blinked, it was gone. What a silly little trick of the light. You grab your hairbrush from your desktop, and run it through your hair quickly, turning to your closet as you finish. You pull open your doors, almost jumping out of your skin as an umbrella clattered to the ground.
    "Jesus..." you sigh, your heart racing over nothing. You pick the umbrella back up, leaning it against the back wall of your closet again. You make a mental note to remember where it is in case it rained. Curious now, you made your way to your window with new clothes in hand, moving the curtains aside. The sky was gray, but not as dark as yesterday, and you grew hopeful that it wouldn't end up raining at all today.

    Changing quickly into something plain, in case you were given a uniform to wear on top, you made your way downstairs to the kitchen as your stomach growled. You threw some bread in the toaster quickly and without much care. You tapped your finger on the countertop as you waited for the toast to... well, toast, telling yourself you wouldn't jump when it popped up, like usual. You jumped. You grabbed the butter from your fridge, slathering it onto your toast quickly and setting it down on a plate. You sat at your table, eating your toast and throwing your dish in the sink and heading towards the door. You started work at 8, and as of now it was 7, meaning you would get there with 30 to 45 minutes spare to settle in and get used to the place, not to mention meeting the owner of the business. You grabbed your keys from the desk beside the door, slipping them into your pocket with your phone, and slipping a sweater over your shoulders, putting your wallet in the pocket of that rather than the pocket of your pants. You peeled the door open, stepping outside and being hit in the throat with the smell of rain. It was strong. You sat for a moment, tapping your foot deep in thought. You wanted to walk, stretch your legs and wake up before starting your first day of work, but you didn't want to get caught in the rain. You were also too lazy to run all the way back upstairs and grab your umbrella. You decided to test your luck, seeing as the clouds had thinned since yesterday, stepping outside and locking your door without your umbrella.

  The walk to work was uneventful, the air hanging heavy with the smell of rain and humidity you  could feel probing deep into your clothes. You arrived just as you'd thought, 30 minutes before your shift officially started, pulling a key from your pocket and unlocking the doors. You stepped inside, flicking on the lights. Your boss, Mr. Carver, had yet to arrive. In the meantime, you took a quick sweep of the store, getting to know the place. Shelves and shelves of plants, flowers and all sorts of pots and potting equipment lined the walls. You felt right at home, the air so clean and, in a way, warm. You made your way to the counter. Leaning on it, you tapped your foot, looking around the store once more. It truly was gorgeous; huge windows, floor to ceiling, only a few LED lights for when it was dark outside and the natural light wasn't enough, and the perfume smell of life and flowers all around you, soothing you to the depths of your core. Taking a deep breath of the wonderful smells, your heard the door to the shop open as your boss walked in.
  "Ah, good day (Y/N)! Nice to finally be meeting you!" he held out his hands, which you took, and he shook them energetically with a beaming smile.
  "Good morning to you too, Mr. Carver!" you smile back, his happiness contagious in a wonderful way.
 
  "Please, call me Jansen." his smile lingered, and he turned to the store. "It's nice to be having some young workers at last. The last boy moved just recently, and it's been tough keeping this place clean and healthy all by myself."
    "I've always had a passion for plants and such, so i'm glad I can help." You say, following his gaze as he looks around the store.
    "Taking care of all these plants and flowers is quite easy once you get the hang of it. We have automatic sprinkler systems for each one, so watering them isn't something we have to worry about," Jansen began, "We just need to make sure the sprinklers are working fine, and we only have to check the systems once a month. We also have to give them fertilizer pods every month along with the sprinkler checks, and keep the place tidy." You nod along, absorbing the information. "If you ever have any questions, you can always ask me." he waved, heading into the back room. This seemed easier than you'd thought, and as the first customer stepped inside, you knew exactly what to do, everything going like clockwork. You waved, smiled, and welcomed the man, offering your help, and when he declined, you nodded and stayed behind the counter, waiting for him to come and pay for whatever it is he was buying.