Michael Myers Daughter [Slashers x Reader]

1.

I look at my own long and twisted shadow in front of me as I walk, the sun is basically frying my back even this late in the afternoon. The lack of a big red truck on our driveway tells me that dad isnt home yet so I unlock the door. I breathe in the familiar silence of the house, even when he is home the only noise he makes is shuffling as he moves about.
I drop off my bag in the hallway, as I do I realize that I didnt close the zipper properly so my math book is peaking up; reminding me that in just a week I will be free from it forever. After a quick glance at the clock I start rummaging through the cabinet after something to cook, some pancakes with ice cream seem inviting after being out in the heat, this summer is going to be brutal, I can already tell. 

Just as I pop on the cooking plate I can feel the looming presence making itself known behind my back, his hand gently ushers me aside, I sigh and roll my eyes as I let him take over, he didnt even bother removing the bag from his shoulder so I grab it off him and drop it near the dinner table.

"I am old enough to know that the stove is hot dad..." I protest and slide down on a chair to watch his back lean over the countertop dressed in jeans and a red and black checkered shirt. He ignores me and I spend the rest of the time with my face resting in my hand. I can somewhat understand where his overprotectiveness is coming from, I know my mom died and that he was related to it but I dont know how and he is refusing to tell me. Although... I thought this whole thing would die down as I got older and he realized that im not made of glass, im surprised he even let me go to school. 

My stomach growls as the air is filled with the sweet smell of food and I can see him glance over his shoulder at me, I guess he managed to pick that up huh? Sometimes I wonder how much human he actually is. He seem to be able to sense things that seem highly abnormal, like someone's presence, sounds, not to mention his still behavior. I saw his scars once when I had to wake him up for work a couple of years ago, his torso was scattered with them, round and small, at least over 6. The stories say he has been shot multiple times and the marks makes me believe its true. I know pretty much everything there is to find about his past, I know the people he have killed by name; Annie, Bob, Lynda, Alice, Bernard, Bennett.... just to mention a few. They haunted me for a very long time and at night I used to dream about Michaels bloody killing sprees. However, I managed to moved on to a certain degree. I have been observing him, wondering if he's still killing in secret but I landed at that The Shape, like they used to call him, is dead. He is not the same anymore. This man standing before me is caring, although to the extreme, hard-working at a warehouse and gentle; all under his pseudonym James Smith, the most common name in the world but for some reason it never woke any suspicion from anyone. I would expect his true self to cause some problems eventually but this far his secret life has been kept at bay, our secret life. 

He places a plate of pancakes in front of me, two scoops of vanilla ice cream on top that is melting down the sides. As he sits down opposite to me I open my mouth but close it and lift my hands instead. I tap gently on the table in front of him to get his attention and he lifts his brown orbs towards me.

"After graduation I would like to borrow the car for a few days" I sign. His brows lower slightly, barely noticeable, he doesnt do a lot of expressions but his eyes tells a whole story.

"Why?" He signs back. He can talk, he just chooses not to, Im pretty sure mom taught him sign language in order to be able to communicate with me properly and im grateful for that.

"Camping" I choose to keep it short, its not the whole truth, I also want to get away from him for a while, feel some independence and to be out of reach from his hawk eyes, being in nature is just a plus on the side. I want to get a job and move out after graduation so its healthy for both him and me to get some time apart.

"Alone?" He continues.

"Yes alone" I reassure him "no boys" knowing that it's one of the things worrying him the most. I can see him fight his own need of having constant control, he probably recognize that I need to have fun and experience things but I think he's scared? I came home late from school once when I was a kid because I forgot the time and was playing with a friend, Michael showed up and scared the crap out of my friend with his menacing presence, safe to say I was grounded after that, his reason was that he was worried, not worried that I cant take care of myself, more worried about what other people can do. I guess he if anyone is well aware of the darkness some have inside them, not that I think a child at the age of 10 would be able to do anything remarkably bad enough for Michael to scare him like that?

"I will consider" He answer honestly. I lift my brows, I didnt expect it, there's almost a possibility he might say yes? He must've notice the surprise on my face because he pause his movements to watch me. 

"Thank you". I sign and shoot him a smile, he nod slowly and we proceed to eat in silence. We dont talk a lot, the only things he communicate with me is asking if im okay, how school is going and if I have eaten properly, in some rare occasions he have questioned me about my friends or classmates just to be certain that the people I spend time with are nice to me, they are, I havent really had a hard time in school, I've had great peeps and teachers and I get a feeling that it might be rare for many people. I've been able to have friends despite never inviting them home, they know about dad being a control freak. I glance at him as he eats, it cant have been easy for him to live this lie, I know he have made great sacrifices for my sake and I feel like I owe him. Without him somewhat adapting to this world I wouldnt have this life I have, even if he can be suffocating at times. 

The next day he walks up behind me as im brushing my teeth before school. My ears have learned to pick up his light steps. He meet my eyes in the mirror and start signing.

"You can go but I need to know where" He signs. I nod and spit in the sink.

"I will let you know once I've found a place." He seem content with that and leaves just as quickly. I stare at my chestnut brown eyes in the mirror and smile; happy with the success. I got my eyes from him, although his seem almost black at times. It would've been nice if I also got his length because I could've been a model, unfortunately I got my 5.3 feet from mom along with my lips, nose and round face. My brown hair lies mostly straight from the roots with a few natural curls at the ends. My dad used to have curly hair but Its short and slowly turning grey, I wonder if my hair would be more curly if I cut it short?
As I head downstairs he is sitting by the dinner table with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, if you dont look too closely he appears to be normal, normal in his routines, the way he wakes up, takes a shower and gets ready for work, the way he makes his coffee and sips it quietly whilst staring off into the distance, I wonder what he's thinking... He turn his head slowly and put the cup down to sign at me.

"Ready?" I nod. He drives me to school before continuing to the warehouse. 

The school building rise in front of me in all its plainness, some off-yellow coloured walls, some graffitti and dirt is the only thing that makes it pop slightly and not in a good way. I start heading towards my locker with my eyes scanning for my friends.

"Audrey! Yo wait up!" I look over my shoulder at the young male catching up with me. His dark blonde hair parted in the middle and slightly pulled back with gel; making his bangs bounce with his steps. His dark brown eyes appear intense even as his face holds an expression of joy. 

"Hello Billy"

AN// Did minor changes to the last part

AN// Kinda boring and short first chapter, I promise this will pick up and be both intense and spicy ^^ xD My uploading might be hella slow! Sorry in advance!

Wrote this story ages ago, had it published for a while with over 100 reads but since then I've gotten ALOT better at writing and wanted to add/change a lot. so here we go! ^^ Any killer/slasher you wanna see specifically?