Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 14

"Hey, Mike." you smile, placing the pie on the coffee table. You'd picked out a strawberry cream pie, one of your very favourites and one that was sweeter than others. "Ready for the movie?" you ask, holding up the case for The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and grinning a huge grin. Michael nods, but doesn't smile and you're suddenly determined to get him to do so.

"Ice cream?" Michael asks, wondering if he's allowed to grab the ice cream from the fridge.

"Of course! It's not good pie without ice cream, silly." you pull the curtains closed the last few inches, covering the room in a blanket of darkness. "I'm gonna go change into pyjamas, one second." You speed upstairs, throw on a pair of fuzzy pyjama pants and a loose tank top, then hurry back downstairs to plop down on the couch with a contented sigh. Michael enters the room at the same time, sitting down in a much calmer manner then proceeding to pop the top off of the pie, pop the top off of the ice cream, and then tip the ice cream upside down, pouring it directly in the pie pan. It lands with a thunk, and he spreads the ice cream over the top with a knife. You realize you should probably put the disc in the TV, that seems like an important task. You stand, quickly putting the disc in the disc player, then sitting down again and starting everything up. Michael, being the gentleman he is, cuts you one slice of pie before taking the entire rest of the tin for himself.

You hit 'play', and the movie begins.

"How many times have you seen this movie?" you ask, watching him stuff his face with pie out of the corner of your eye.

"3 times." he says back, clearly uninterested in conversation. You smile, nodding, and going silent. Most of the jumpscares get you good, and as you finish your pie you find yourself wanting to be in Michael's arms. He'd finished his entire pie too, somehow with his black-hole of a stomach, and was 100% focused on the film. You wondered how he'd react if you cuddled up to him a bit, and whether he had been serious about the night before. When the next jumpscare hit, you curled up into a ball and scurried closer to Michael, pressed right against his side. You felt him tense up and his head snapped to face you, a shocked expression on his face. Maybe you'd crossed a line, maybe you were being silly.

"S-Sorry." you whisper, shifting away.

"N-No, it's okay." he says, holding out an arm in an invitation to cling to his side. You smile, and take up his offer, laying your head on his chest. His big arm wraps around you, and it warms your heart that he's fighting through discomfort and uneasiness to make sure you weren't scared. Whenever he knew there was a scare, he'd tap your arm gently so you could brace yourself. Scare after scare, you find yourself clinging tighter, jumping every time despite your warnings, then letting out an annoyed sigh that you still startle each time.

Your jerking and jumping always draw chuckles from Michael and a pat on the arm meaning 'ha-ha'. As the movie draws to an end and the credits roll, you don't want to leave.

"Another movie?" Michael reads your mind, smirking. Not a smile, but close. You return his smirk, trying to mimic his face, and as his expression turns into a playful scowl it turns into an actual, non-mocking smile.

"Yes please," You reluctantly pull away from his arms, getting up and walking over to your shelf of movies. "Which one? Another horror?"

"Yeah, anything is fine." Michael responds, sitting forwards to peer through the darkness and read the titles from the couch with his super night-vision. You scan the films on the shelf, clicking your tongue in indecision. Your gaze lands on Psycho, and all-time classic and an obvious choice. You pluck it from the shelf, holding it to face Michael and earning a simple nod. It's inserted into the TV, and you bury yourself back into Michael's arms and pull a blanket over you both, despite the heat he radiates. Again, the movie starts and Michael seems much less involved, at least until the murders start.