Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 10

(A/N): Softie alert. This chapter is sooo good and my favourite so far by a longshot. It's just so calm and domestic, and though it's a little boring I think it's as close to fluff as we'll be getting for a long while yet, lol. Let me know what you think about this chapter, and also feel free to comment some ideas and concepts you may want added into this story. I'm a sucker for filler content and slowburn novels, so I'll happily add any ideas you think would be cute! Enjoy!

To Michael, he so badly wanted you to be nothing more than a food source. He wanted you to be just another piece of prey, just one with a little more to offer than the others, but the Shape inside of him was beginning to say otherwise. No, the Shape wasn't saying otherwise... Michael was. Michael found himself battling away the Shape's screaming and hollering, telling it that you were one of the good ones, like his mother had been. Now, sitting here with you and mindlessly 'watching' some weird movie about some little orange fish, he was... content. He saw that you were more than just a fridge on two legs. You wore a smile whenever Michael was around, you didn't scream and cry and run like everyone else. You were creative and crafty, too kind for your own good. You watched this stupid fish movie with such intensity it was almost cu- amusing. Amusing, that's the word Michael thought before any other adjective or synonym. Totally. He gripped tightly to the fabric of his coverall-legs, pushing the c-word out of his brain. You weren't that. At least he didn't think you were.

Michael saw as you shot him a confused glance, then your hand was gently patting his.

"Lighten up, will ya? I know the movie's sad but you don't have to cry." you wore a dazzling smile, knowing he wasn't hurt by the movie but not wanting to press. You weren't nosy. Michael liked that. He forced himself to relax as you turned back to the film. Michael found his thoughts wandering to the first time he'd met you, then for some reason he thought of Elijah. Michael didn't trust him one bit, but he trusted you enough to let him live with the knowledge of Michael's whereabouts. You were a curious specimen for sure, with your bubbly personality and your burning ferocity when it was called upon. You reminded Michael of a girl from Smiths Grove Sanitarium, a girl who wasn't exactly Michael's friend but more a reluctant acquaintance. He'd made her a mask once. Michael missed making masks. He'd have to talk to you about buying him paper-mache supplies. He could add it to the food list, too. Michael snapped free from his thoughts, surprised he'd let himself let his guard down and disassociate. The credits were rolling, so it had been a good ten minutes of staring into space.

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You can't help but smile as Michael jumps. He'd been staring into space seconds prior, and you were glad he felt safe around you, at least safe enough not to be completely aware at all times. Finding Nemo had ended, and you jumped up to eject the movie and put in a new one; what else could you do? This time it was a movie called 'The Maze Runner', another movie you'd loved as a kid. When you turned back to the sofa, Michael was gone, and you found yourself amazed once again at his complete silence. A man of his height and build should be clumsy and unstable, but he had complete control over every limb and muscle in his entire body.

"Michael?" you call out, peeking through the doorway to the kitchen. You can see him hunched over the table, blocking the doorway to the dining room as he scribbled on the sort of grocery list left out for him. Once he was finished, he picked it up and turned to you, handing the notepad over. You read water, which you had, and flour, which was also somewhere in your cupboards. The last thing was newspapers, and there were lots of those stacked up in one of the spare bedrooms. You tilt your head, confused, then the pieces finally click into place. "Paper-mache?" you ask, and Michael nods stiffly. His body language reads 'embarrassed', but there's no reason for him to be ashamed of such a thing.