Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 16

 (A/N): Some Michael's P.O.V, some of Reader's backstory, and a little cliffhanger :) I'm guessing two more chapters; one of the Reader's fate, and one with the aftermath of everything.

When Michael had come back from a hunt around 3 am to see you missing, he was worried, to say the least. He spent a good 10 minutes tearing the house apart in search of you, and when you were nowhere to be found he set out into town, mask tightly over his head. He had checked your workplace, the library, the park, but he couldn't find you anywhere. His immediate first thought was that you had left him. Tricked him into letting his guard down so you could book the first flight out of here and move back to your parents, away from him and his dark secrets. He was fond of you, and the thought hurt, but he knew you wouldn't do that... right? Michael pushed open the back door of your house, slamming it behind him. He ripped his mask from his face, tossing it to the floor, too frustrated to care as he pondered what to do. He needed clues, something to tell him you were still here or that you had left. He hurried up the stairs, towards your bedroom for the second time that night, digging through your drawers for any sign that you'd taken clothes and ran, any sign that you'd left, but there were none.

He hated how scared you made him feel, he needed you back, safe, with him. Who knew what would happen to you, oblivious little (Y/N) in the real world. Michael stood in the middle of your room, glancing around slowly, one last look- your phone. Your phone was on your bed, the screen illuminated. How had he not noticed that before?! Maybe it was his panic. It was ruining his ability to observe. He hurried over to your phone, picking it up from it's spot on the bed. The blankets had been thrown carelessly away as always. The phone was lit up with your text messages to your friend Katie, the one who knew about Michael, the one who found him to be interesting, a legend she followed with each new development. The last text you sent had been from a little before midnight, saying how you'd been sleeping until then. Katie had responded with,

'Damn, RIP your sleep schedule.'

'So, any sign of the Boogeyman?'

'And how's it going with your dream boy?' After that text, an hour had passed before Katie messaged again.

'Did I jinx you? Is Michael Myers there? Haha.'

'(Y/N)?'

'Hello?'

'Goodnight I guess. Text when you wake so I know you're okay.' (Y/N) wasn't okay. Michael let the phone fall from his hands, tearing out into the hallway. The door to his old room was left ajar. He pushed it open.

His heart skipped a beat in his chest at the sight of the blood staining the floorboards. Panic swelled in his chest and his mind began to race for the first time in his life since he snapped out of his daze after killing Judith, her boyfriend, and Ronnie. He didn't like the way his heart would beat out of his chest, the way he felt like he was drowning in despair, all because of you. He had to find you, something was wrong, very, very wrong. He'd noticed two different people hanging near your house and showing up at the same places as you recently, and of course he'd followed them around a little bit too; he knew what car they drove, a black truck with a red stripe down the hood, a stick in the mud compared to other basic cars. Michael was downstairs in a flash, mask on his head, engraved knife in his hand as he burst from the door, slipping away into the darkness to lie in wait, patrolling the town in search of the ones who most likely took you, his (Y/N). He would get you back.

You must have ended up falling asleep, because sooner or later you were being shaken awake by Vince, now without his bandana.

"Jesus, wake up!" he ended up screaming, making you startle awake with a gasp, heart racing. "About fucking time." he grumbled, glaring. He pulled out his blade, using it to help untie the tight knot below the arm of the chair, freeing one arm. He then pulled a sandwich from his pocket, wrapping in plastic wrap. He tossed it in your lap, then grabbed a bottle of water from beside the foot of the chair, handing that to you as well. He turned and walked over to the wall in front of you, leaning against it and pulling out his phone to monitor you while you ate.