Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 4

After the incident yesterday, Michael hadn't returned, and you were thankful for that. You'd made dinner, a bigger portion size than usual, setting out 2 plates. When you had finished and he still hadn't come home, you'd simply covered the food with saran wrap and left it on the counter for him to eat whenever he had wanted. You found it difficult to sleep, well, with the thought of a probably 300 ton murderer expected to invade your home and steal your leftovers. While you had tossed and turned in desperate search for slumber, you'd barely heard the sound of the microwave beeping around 4 am. The two hours after that were tense, and you were acutely aware of the possibility of Michael changing his mind and killing you while you were defenseless. At 6 am, you gave up on sleep, and you guessed you'd gotten about 30 minutes of it. There was no way you could possibly go to work like this. Now that comforting sunlight was filtering through your blinds, you were exhausted. You sigh, annoyed at the situation you found yourself in. Grabbing your phone and looking through your contacts for Jansen's number, which he had given you after telling you you'd been hired, you clicked 'call', and let it ring. It was picked up on the third ring by the familiar voice of Jansen.

    "Good morning, (Y/N)." he said simply. You could hear a hint of tiredness in his voice.
    "Good morning, Jansen, I'm sorry to bother, but... I think I've come down with a chill from the rain yesterday. I'd forgotten my umbrella, and the walk was pretty miserable." You explain your situation, lying through your teeth with a prick of guilt.
    "That's just fine, (Y/N), we won't be getting much business today, since it's still so gray. Please, just make sure you get well soon!" Despite the situation, Jansen truly didn't seem to mind your absence, and you felt the guilt evaporate like dew under the morning sunshine.
    "Thanks, Jansen. Have a good day." you say, and he returns the words, hanging up the phone. You let your phone fall to your side, closing your eyes for a few minutes as you gathered your thoughts. You wanted to eat before you slept the day away, so you forced yourself to peel your eyes open and half expected to see the looming shape of the Boogeyman in your doorway, letting out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding when you saw you were just being paranoid.
   
    You swung your exhausted legs over the side of the bed, forcing yourself to stand and head towards the stairs, and in turn, the kitchen. All the events from yesterday felt like some sort of weird fever dream, and you found it so difficult to believe everything that had happened... happened. No matter how badly you wished you'd dreamed it all, everything was set in stone as you spotted the empty dinner plate, knowing it didn't belong to you. You sighed, placing it in the sink to deal with when you woke up. You then hurried and grabbed yourself a bowl of cereal, hesitating as you pondered whether you should make one for Michael. You decided you might as well, pouring some cereal into a second bowl and leaving the milk out beside it. Eating your food slowly as you fought to avoid drifting off, your mind went through the events again and again. You shudder at the feeling of a gaze burning into your back, and you weren't stupid, knowing it belonged to the Shape of Haddonfield. Feeling kind of stupid, you began to speak to him despite not knowing where he was,
    "Myers, I left a bowl of cereal on the counter. Just pour in some milk whenever you get hungry."

    It felt so weird talking to no one, and the thought that your only sort-of accomplice, or at the very least the only one you could talk to outside of work, was a wanted serial killer who would most likely skin you in your sleep. You sigh, finishing your cereal and dropping your bowl in the sink with Michael's dinner plate before heading back up and collapsing into your bed. You pillows and huge comforter swallow you whole, and you're asleep like a light.

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    You're slowly dragged from your sleep into a pleasant doze, at peace for a moment before your memories once again flooded back to you. You were much, much more well rested, slightly energetic, actually. Grabbing your phone off of your bedside table, you scanned through your notifications, seeing missed calls from Katie, and 74 text messages. You had forgotten to call her after your shift, and you didn't blame yourself. Your night had been... eventful. You tapped on her text messages, scrolling through the barrage of 'Hi', 'Hello', and '(Y/N) ANSWER ME!' with a sigh, finally deciding you should probably call her back or she'd end up phoning the police or something. You didn't want Michael to misunderstand and think you were up to no good, trying to get him arrested or shot, or trying to be taken away somewhere safe. If he was going to let you live, he was probably going to keep a close eye on you in the very least. Katie picked up on the first ring.
   
    "(Y/N)!!" she screeched, making you wince. "I thought the boogeyman got you, you idiot!" you could hear the tremble in her voice, and couldn't help but feel a little bit bad. He basically did, you thought to yourself.
    "No, no, no sign of him!" you lied, "Just got a chill from walking home in the rain yesterday, nothing much. I slept the whole day away." you laugh to yourself, looking at the time on your phone. It was 5:30. Wow.
    "Are you eating enough (Y/N)?" Katie asked with concern plaguing her voice. "You know how scared I am for you? Jesus, you're killing me here!" you couldn't help but laugh at her motherly sort of tone, rolling your eyes despite her not being able to see the action.
    "I'm eating enough, but I've been very busy lately, so I'll be honest and say that I could be eating more." The words come out with an apologetic tone, and Katie clicks her tongue in sympathy.
    "Babe, what if I order you a pizza?" she offers, and you feel your heart melt. She was too sweet to you, you didn't deserve it.
    "I can't ask you to do-"
    "You say you have a chill, right? Stay in bed, I'm ordering it! What's your address?" Katie was persistent.
    "Kate, are you serious?" you asked, not wanting to take advantage of her wealth and kind heart.
    "Of course, text me your address and it'll be on it's way, alright? Chicken and pepperoni as always?" Katie seemed happy to be able to help, and you felt a smile tug at your lips.
    "Yeah, Kate. I'll text it to you. Thanks a billion." you move to hang up your phone, and as you do, you hear her shout,
    "I'll get you cheesy bread too, love you, bye!"