You felt a cold, powerful relief as you peeled your eyes open, much more energized and feeling much healthier than the last time you were awake. You were on the couch, a hand covering your eyes as they adjusted to the minimal yet overpowering light. You knew it was early morning, guessing around 6 or 7 am simply from your internal sense to tell time by how much energy you had, but you were too on edge to look for the clock. Subconsciously, your hand grazed over your throat, but you didn't feel the wound as you had expected; instead, there were bandages wrapped around your neck, covering the wound from harm. It didn't hurt like it had yesterday, which led you to believe it may have even been cleaned and disinfected. You guessed who had done it, suspicions confirmed when you spotted him sitting motionless on the chair across from you, watching intently- no, you couldn't feel his gaze, he was asleep. Actually asleep. You started to think he never got rest or anything of the sort. As you shuffled to properly sit up, he startled awake, an obvious light sleeper, most likely out of habit, avoiding sneak attacks or at least avoiding having others see him weak and defenseless. You stretched your aching muscles, letting out a heavy sigh and wiping at your eyes. Tears were crusted onto your cheeks, but your eyes were no longer puffy and you weren't shaking.
You looked at Michael and felt a strong sense of guilt for not trusting him. It was irrational for him to have drugged you, but you hated to say you understood why he had. You were being irrational, and he was just trying to help.
"I'm sorry." your voice was flat as you spoke, and you heaved out yet another sigh. Your eyes met Michael's, and he tilted his head slowly, in a way that meant 'sorry for what?' "I'm sorry for being so scared. I'm sorry for not trusting you and I'm sorry for getting you caught by Elijah. I'm stupid." your hands are on your face again, and you fight off the burning tears, taking a deep, shaky breath. You hear the creak of a floorboard, and seconds later the scribble of a pencil on paper, it being dropped in your lap once more.
It's okay. I'm bad. You're good.You struggled to read the words, but as you finally finished, you felt even sadder. Sure, he was bad. He was horrible, but not really. He killed people, and looked and seemed emotionless, but you knew that there was something between you two, a sort of bond most likely formed by pity from his end and desperation from your end, a bond that made him let you live. A bond that sparked mercy from even the darkest, emptiest soul. You placed the paper aside, covering your face with your hands as you had before. After a moment, you felt the couch shift as a weight was placed beside you, and you turned to see Michael at your side, staring directly ahead. This was some sort of attempt at comfort, you knew, and it was honestly flattering. You let out a shaky laugh, standing up for a moment. You went out of your way to buy Halloween candy, then you were robbed and lost everything you had bought; or so you thought. You made your way to the kitchen to look for something to eat, letting a smile crawl over your features as you saw your grocery bags on the kitchen floor. Michael must have gone back for them after he drugged you.
You dug through them, grabbing the boxes of candy and bringing them back to Michael. You set them to the side of the couch, keeping them generally hidden as you pulled out your phone with a reassuring smile towards Michael, a sort of 'don't worry, I'm not calling the police'. You dialed Jansen's number, and held it up to your ear.
"Good morning, I was expecting a call from you!" Jansen's voice was cheerful as always. "Stressful night, I'm assuming. Glad you made it through Halloween, dear. Take the day off, please." Jansen read your mind, and you laughed.
"Yeah, it was... something alright. A lot of sitting around and waiting, and I'm glad nothing happened in the end." You spotted Michael as he visibly relaxed as you finished your sentence, smiling at the known fact that he was relaxed in your presence. "Thanks, Jansen. I might come in later after I get some sleep." After sharing goodbyes, you hung up. "Taking a lot of days off..." you click your tongue, setting your phone aside. You reached over the edge of the couch, grabbing the boxes of candy and pulling them from their hiding spot, setting them on the coffee table with a flourish.
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Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) had a good childhood. She was babied by her wealthy parents, and definitely isn't used to being independent, but she had to leave the nest sooner or later. Now, she's moved to a small, quiet town called Haddonfield, into house the townsfolk ca...
