.:Slasher One-Shots:.

🔪Michael Myers: Obsessed

Category:. Casual

Request:. @PoisionBitchLove

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"Yes, mom. I'm on my way home." (Y/n) sighed heavily into the phone. "You worry too much, nothing's going to happen to me, it's not like anyone's stalking me."

A chuckle almost escaped the masked man's mouth as he watched them walk down the path he knew led to their home. He had the route and their routine memorized. 

"I know mom, but as I said before, if "the boogie man"-' they emphasized with their fingers- "wanted to catch me, he already would've. I promise I'm safe."

Michael couldn't help the smirk that came to him under his mask. They had no idea just how patient of a man he could be when it came to catching prey. Of course, he didn't see them as something to be destroyed, no. (Y/n) was special. They were something to be protected, something he, and only he, could protect. Even the thought of another person taking (Y/n) for their own sent him into a rage. He knew though, that they had no interest in anyone else, which made him feel a little bit better.

"Alright mom, I'm home now, okay, bye," Michael could hear the ending of the conversation as (Y/n) walked up the front door of their home. They turned the key to get in before stopping quickly. Michael, who had been peeking from around the corner of their neighbor's hedge, quickly stepped back. They hadn't seen him, had they?

"I forgot to check the sacrifice!" He heard, which brought him to remember what (Y/n) was talking about.

See, earlier that morning, he noticed a small bowl on the porch. He thought it was for animals, but when he got closer he found a note taped to the side.

'I'm sure you're hungry Mr.Myers, if you're out there, have a snack!' Michael knew it was more of a joke and experiment than a genuine gift, but Michael couldn't help but feel touched at the idea. Another reason to add the list of reasons why this strange person had interested Michael so much. The bowl was filled with a bologna sandwich, a chip bag, a few candy bars, and a Capri Sun all of which was stuffed in a large zip-lock bag.

'If you're reading this and find it, I'm sorry it's lame, I make better food I promise!' He chuckled to himself lightly before stuffing the food into his jumper pockets. Let's just say he had a fun time watching you have lunch in the quad yard of your school, the same lunch as he had, pretending to be eating lunch with you.

"Holy apple sauce," the comment snapped Michael back to the present and he refocused his attention to (Y/n). "The snacks are gone!" The look of surprise, however, quickly left the teen's face. "Must've just been squirrels." They whispered to themselves and quickly made their way inside, note in hand. 

Michael thought it might have been best if he left, the sun was completely down by now, and (Y/n) lived in a half-empty neighborhood, but he still didn't want to risk being spotted. Just as he turned to leave, however, he heard the door reopen and the sound of shuffling slippers. He poked his head around the corner of the hedge once more to see (Y/n) in their favorite duck slippers (he liked them too if he was honest) and with a small lunch box which they placed in the bowl once more. 

"There, damn squirrels messing with my experiment. Sheesh." With that, they once more went inside the house for what he assumed was for good this time. 

Looking around, Michael checked that the coast was clear, and made his way to the bowl. He made an attempt to open the box, but for some reason, the lid was stuck and refused to open. He pulled, once more which did little to help the situation.

"Ah heck, I forgot the- oh..." Michael had barely processed the words, too caught up in the sly trap that kept him from the food his current favorite human had made him. "Uh.." That's when he finally turned his head, annoyance raging through his bones until his eyes landed on softer (e/c) ones. 

Both stalker and stalkee were dumbfounded. Michael had followed (Y/n) for going on over 2 months, he grew fond of the college sophomore, their (h/c) that reflected light easily, the slightly crooked and goofy smile, their voice that was unique but had a familiarity to it. However, he never expected to meet (Y/n) face to face so soon. He wanted it to be perfect and this was both embarrassing and unexpected. They exchanged looks between each other and the lunch box.

"Um, need some help?" The younger of the two asked with a slight smirk. "It looks like you're having some trouble." Was that a...joke? Did they not realize that they had a serial killer standing right in front of them? 

Hesitant, Michael held the lunchbox out to them with a slight nod. They smirked little, something they always did when they found something amusing or...does he dare even say... funny? All the times he'd seen that smirk ran through his head and to see it right in front of him, his heart that had been thought to be long dead, thumped just a little. 

"There's a trick, you have to lift, flip, and voila!" The lunch box opened with a dramatic flair with (Y/n)'s assistance. "For a supposed psycho, you're pretty non-threatening." 

'If only you knew,' Michael replied in his head, but finding that words no longer came to his mouth after years of isolation, he simply shrugged, leaving (Y/n) confused. They squinted a bit, slightly shifted their weight to one leg, he could practically see their brain running. Without a word, they handed the lunch box back over to Michael and rushed inside. 

Michael was a little disappointed they had left him outside without a word, but he supposed he shouldn't have expected much more. With a shrug, he turned and checked for the neighbors. He'd been out in the open too long, surely, someone would've noticed. His thought was interrupted by the squeak of a door.

"Shoot, sorry, I thought you could read minds, I was just grabbing you a quick drink, and a note pad and pen," Michael turned and immediately had his arms stuffed with said items. "So we can talk back and forth, even when I'm not home." They smiled at Michael and he nodded in turn, stuffing the items into his pockets as best he could without dropping the lunchbox. 

"Alright," (Y/n) chuckled before getting serious, "My mom is going to be home anytime soon, she hates me having people over. Get on outta here, I'll have breakfast for you, but I'll probably be gone by the time you come by." (Y/n) looked around quickly, whisper shouted their goodbye, and ran inside, leaving Michael standing in a stunned daze. There were only two questions on his mind,

What just happened and what was he going to do about it?