Shapes of your memory (Michael Myers x Reader)

"Strangely perfect timing"

The female proceeds to move the strands of hair away from his face and let's out a silent gaps, her (e/c) eyes widening. He's so handsome...!  (Y/N) couldn't help but blush at Michael's face features. These icy eyes that were shaking her souls in fear now were charming her heart.

—"Not only you've became strong, b-but also incredibly handsome..."— you softly say, caressing his cheek.

Michael throws her a 'say what' look, making (Y/N) let a light soft giggle.

—"I'm being serious. If I saw you around without knowing it's you I would instantly fall in love."— you say with a light chuckle at the end.

The female has no idea why she was trying to be so chatty, but it feels right to do so. If all that Michael wants it's to revive the old times, the least she can do is play along, right? Plus (Y/N) is sure as hell that her friends must have noticed her disappearance so it's only the matter of time someone finds them. Being here and distracting Michael for as long as she can is her best strategy if that means no other lives are in danger.

Of course, deep down (Y/N) couldn't avoid but to feel horrible for the inevitable punishment Michael will get when he's caught... But there is nothing she can do about it, only spend the little time she had left with the man on top of her.

—"...I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I didn't try hard enough to see you..."— you look at Michael, your voice shaky ready to break at any moment. —"I... I wish I could do better, do more for you... For Deborah... I-I'm so sorry Michael... I'm so sorry I let you end up like this a-and-..."—

She doesn't even have the opportunity to finish her rant since Michael was quick to silence her by simply putting his large hand on top of her mouth through the paper mask.

He slowly shakes his head, not wanting or needing any of her apologies. Why is she so sad and guilty all of the sudden? Doesn't she realize she've been the only thing keeping Michael sane? Yes maybe she wasn't there physically, but her presence was essential and constant inside of the male's mind and that was more than enough.

Poor thing, Loomis must twisted her mind and made her think like she's nothing and it's her fault he's like this, Michael thought to himself. But it's okay! Now they both have all the time they need to spend together, and Michael will make (Y/N) feel the way she deserves, he will make sure she knows what he truly feels and thinks bout her.

Before (Y/N) could apologize again for ranting and change the subject, the back door suddenly swung open, making the female flinch. Some voices and giggles begin to sound, whilst footsteps got closer. From her position she was able to distinguish the figure of two teenagers.

—"Are you sure it's a good idea Bob? Is there really no other place to do it...?"— asks the female teen.

—"Relax Lynda, all of my friends did it here, there is nothing to fear. This place had been abandoned for ages!"— the male teen scoffs. —"Beside, I'm sure the boogeyman won't mind some free content."—

(Y/N) had the biggest 'what the fuck' expression she ever made, did she actually hear it right? Did... Did these teens just came into an abandoned house to fuck?! Like- Okay she gets it, desperate times require insane measures, but this is a whole new lever of hornyness-

When her shock was over, the female wanted to make some noice or at least alert the teens to avoid their death, but Michael's grip on her face tightened and this dark murderous gaze said it all.

NOT. A. SOUND.

(Y/N) swallows nervously and hurriedly nods, okay she got the point. And she also discovered that a Michael's sudden mood swings are still there.

The two teens kept talking, flirting and giggling between them and went upstairs, not even bothering to glance at the living room. As soon as the couple was out of the sigh and obviously getting ready for 'action', Michael stood up and put his mask on. Right before going upstairs to take care of the unwanted guests that dared to interrupt their special moment, he throws another strict glance at (Y/N) and points with his knife at the couch.

This wasn't a petition, that was an order, and the female understood that very well.

—"{I'll be right here waiting for you, I won't move an inch!}"— you hurriedly whisper, some fear slipping trough your words.

With one firm nod, Michael silently heads upstairs leaving (Y/N) all alone with her own thoughts.

Okay these teens are dead meat by now, she should and could do something about it but eh... Let's be real, they did it to themselves, like- When the fuck it seems like a good idea to go do the deed into an old abandoned and probably haunted house in the middle of the night?! Yeah, we all know how such stories end...

But not the real question, what should (Y/N) do?! Of course she can stay here like she promised and wait until Michael returns, or... She can try to sneak away and escape, taking advantage of the... Noises the teens were making. It's risky but if she just stays here like nothing happens and the police decides to intervene now she is going to be in a huge trouble, after all they are already suspicious of her and-

A pat on (Y/N)'s shoulder made her jump from the couch like a scared cat. Panicking she turns back, expecting to see an enraged Michael who somehow managed to read her mind, but nothing could prepare her for who was behind her.

—"{Joseph?!}"—

. . .

—"Are you sure they're in there?"—

Asks sheriff Brackett, staring at the road whilst driving, Loomis sitting next to him.

—"They must be, we just checked the (L/N) residence and it was completely empty, not even a sign of struggle."— the doctor replies. —"Joseph must be already checking the Myers residence by the time we're speaking."—

—"Ah detective Walker, this man is a true mastermind."— sheriff slightly chuckles. —"Myers is going to have a tough time trying to catch him."—

—"Yes the detective's skills are surely impressive, but don't underestimate Michael, sheriff. He is way more than you think... Sometimes it doesn't even look like he's human."—

—"Are you starting with that 'spooky-evil-devil' bullshit again, doctor?"— he tiredly asks.

—"You don't get it! In the sanatorium, one of the guards Michael chased shot him two times in the chest, and Michael simply... Kept going, like if nothing happened. Even the taser did nothing to slow him down."— Loomis comment, his tone getting darker and more concerned.

—"Well... Myers may be a tough guy..."— sheriff pauses and glances at Loomis.

—"But this time his toughness won't be enough."—