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Fearless - Michael Myers X Reader

Warning: dentists.

[Gender Neutral]
You came home and flopped on your bed, already done with today, a scarred Michael right behind you.
Today was very tiring, to say the least.

Long story short, if Michael eats too much candy again, you're simply going to let his teeth rot.

You had reserved an appointment for Michael since he kept silently complaining about how much his teeth have been hurting him. You decided not to tell him until D-Day has arrived.

"Hey! Michael! Can you come here for a second?"

He was in front of you in a matter of seconds, staring at you through the wholes of his latex mask. "Go get dressed, we're going to the dentist!" You said as calmly as possible, he simply tilted his head to the side, silently saying 'and what are you gunna do if I don't?
You simply pushed him into your shared room, walking into your closet and pulling a pair of jeans, a gray hoodie and a hat. Shoving the clothes into his arms and giving him a sarcastic smile, "I'll see you downstairs in about 5 minutes?" You said in a sweet voice, giving him his privacy as you went back downstairs, flopping back into the couch.

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You threw your head back and sighed; it's been 15 minutes since you left Michael in your bedroom to change, you assumed that he was purposely trying to delay the appointment to annoy you, 'typical Michael', you thought to yourself.
That's it! You left your spot on the couch, making your way to the bedroom. You knocked on the door, annoyed. "What's taking so damn long?" You said, only to be answered with complete and utter silent. You rolled your eyes, opening the door only to see that Michael was no where to be seen, "Michael...?" You called out, not really expecting an answer.

"Michael, there's no time for your childish games! We're gunna be late!"

Silence.

'Piece of shit..' , you angrily started looking around, under the bed, behind the curtains, in the bathroom, and yet your stalker of a boyfriend was no where to be seen. You started thinking of different ways to lure him in, until you remember the one place you haven't checked, the closet.
You made your way there, almost slipping on Michael's overalls that he has carelessly thrown on the ground knowing that you'll probably pick it up yourself. Annoyed, you pulled open the closet door, only to be greeted by the sight of your 6'7" tall boyfriend sitting in the corner, hugging his knees against his chest. You mentally facepalmed, is he doing all of this just for the sake of annoying you?

"Get up, Michael...!" You said, making sure that he knew that you were really annoyed with him. Michael simply shook his head, his emotionless eyes boring into yours. You angrily sighed for what seemed to be the 100th time this day. "Come on, Michael.." you said tiredly, pulling him up from his arm, well, trying. He finally got up and out of the closet, trailing behind you as you led him outside to your car.
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You stopped the car, turning to face Michael.
"We're here, Mikey"
He simply shook his head. You rolled your eyes. "Come on, do you have to make this hard?" He stared at you for a moment in thought before slowly getting out of the passenger seat. You silently cheered.

You were sitting in the waiting room, keeping Michael in the range of your sight knowing that fucker can disappear the moment you look away. You hummed a song under your breathe as you heard the familiar, old, slightly rusty speakers saying your name. You gave a knowing look to Michael and got up, him following suit. You made sure to remind him that the dentist is here to help, and not to add him to his special list of favorite people.
You twisted the cold doorknob to enter but stopped at the sight of the slight fear in Michael's eyes.

Is he... scared?

You shook that thought aside immediately, you've known Michael for almost 3 years, and never in that whole time did you see him truly scared.
You entered the bright room, greeting the dentist.

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And that's how you ended up in the living room sprawled across the couch, your boyfriend staring at you from a distance. You knew that if it weren't for his usual emotionless-ness he would be giving you the dirtiest looks ever possible. He seemed to really hate going to the dentist.

"So, wanna watch a movie?"

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I had this small idea and had to do it with Mikey boi. Sorry if it's too confusing lol.
Sincerely,
A potato.