|The Devil Himself 🔪| Michael Myers x Reader
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There is a new lady in town who has the guts to live right next door to Michael's childhood home... Her name is Y/n L/n.
Says the only reason she came to this town was because of Michael Myers. Who is she? What's her business with Michael?
"I get that she's a top ranked therapist... But there must be a screw lose in her head!"
Gossip and tea goes well with Y/n's milk and honey. Or to put it simply... She doesn't give a fuck! In fact this encourages her to do something wild. Baking a pie right outside of the killer's house she brings it over to Michael's house, knocks on the door, and lays her note down under it.
The next day she notices that both the note and the pie are gone. So she continues to make one every Sunday and brings it over to her neighbor. Now she's known as the Pie Woman and everyone either steers clear of her or even bully her and vandalize her house. She still continues on with her day.
She'd felt eyes on her ever since she moved to the house. And lately they'd stare at her more and more. But everytime she looked back at the Myer's house she didn't see anyone at any of the Windows... It was now near Halloween and her job was threatened to end by her boss if she didn't stop baking pies for the killer.
....
"This week is gonna be hectic, I can already tell!"
Y/n sighed stretching on her chair outside, looking up at the clouds.
"I really should put up my Halloween Decorations..."
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