Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 13

(A/N): This chapter is short and a little boring, but I've got some more fluff planned and then I have some plans for angst to begin as well. Be prepared, it's almost sadness time. 

You wake to a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you. You peel your eyes open to see you're still sitting on Michael's lap. He looks groggy as well, as if he fell asleep with you, which is a surprise. You weren't even sure he slept period.

"T-The door." his voice was as hoarse as ever, but you loved it. You smiled, nodded, and were about to stand up and go to the door when he gripped your chin tightly and pulled you into a swift kiss you wish had lasted longer. He left you smiling like a dummy and shoving you to your feet, grabbing his white latex mask from the couch-side table and slipping it over his face. You gripped the door handle, twisting and pulling it open to ever so slightly to block what was inside your house, and obviously Michael.

"(Y/N), hi," it was Elijah with his overstuffed 1000 LB bag hanging from his shoulder and a notepad in hand. "I'm sorry to just show up but I wanted to talk to you about the Halloween stuff and all of that. I want to make sure I don't say anything you don't want said, like..." he paused, searching for words, "I want to sort of craft a fake, believable story about what odd happenings you experienced so people don't start wondering why you're still alive."

You bite your bottom lip. You don't want to make Michael uncomfortable by letting Elijah in. You peer over your shoulder at Michael, who lets out a deep sigh then shrugs his shoulders almost unnoticeably.

"You'll have to put up with Michael, I don't want to kick him out." you say quietly, Elijah simply nodding in response.

"That's okay, I trust you to trust him." The smile he wears is thin and forced but good enough for you. You step away from the door and hold it open for Elijah, motioning for him to come inside. Michael stays glued to the sofa more relaxed than you'd have thought he would be. He stares down Elijah and Elijah stares him down right back, a thick tension blooming between the two. You shut the door and head back to the living room, sitting directly beside Michael in a show of pure trust and almost even defiance. Elijah frowns for a moment at your closeness, fearing for your safety.

"So, what is it you want to ask me?" you prop your feet up on the coffee table and cross your arms, letting out a yawn.

"Well, I want to know what story I can go with. Everyone's expecting an article about the 'Myers girl's big night in the haunted house!' and I've got nothing so far that wouldn't make the town hate you." he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, frowning slightly.

"Well, just tell them nothing happened. I was scared something would, but nothing did." you shrug your shoulders and smile, "It isn't much of a story but I don't want to get hated."

"I can do that, I guess." Elijah sighs, bummed he couldn't make it out with a better story. "I'll just have to shift the view of the article onto the dead dude from the alley. I'm sure Michael had something to do with that." You chuckle and turn to Michael with your smile widening.

"Yeah, that's a story and a half. The origin story to when you found out about him." Elijah and you both chuckle darkly as you recall the encounter. It hadn't been a good day, that's for sure. Poor Elijah. "How's your throat after... all of that?"

"It's getting better, that's for sure," Elijah's hand rubs gingerly on the skin of his throat, dark with a bruise formed by Michael's manhandling and mistreatment.

Michael, who had previously been sitting and staring into space, now stared directly at the bruise. You couldn't tell whether he was amused or guilty or maybe neither. He was as unreadable as ever.