Shapes of your memory (Michael Myers x Reader)

"Old enemies crawl back"

(Y/N) pauses, but it was obvious she still had things to say. Melanie wordlessly comes closer and softly hugs (Y/N)'s arm and leans her head on her shoulder, silently telling her that it's okay and she can let it out. After a couple of seconds, the (h/c) haired female finally speaks again.

—"...I also feel guilty for doing it with him... I was supposed to act like his older sister, to take care of him, and not take advantage of his urges..."— you look at your hands, which were a bit shaky. —"...I am disgusting."—

—"No you're not. Knowing how you are, I'm sure you asked him more than ones if he really wanted it. You are way more caring than you give yourself credit, (Y/N)."— she says calmly, her voice softer than usual. —"Michael is no longer a kid, he is a grown man who can make his own choices, and he chose to do it with you. There is nothing wrong with it."—

—"I don't know... Doing naughty stuff with a murder doesn't sound all right or normal to me."— you sigh, but you were feeling a bit calmer.

—"Nothing in life is normal, (Y/N)."— she glances at you. —"Just don't think about it too much."—

—"Easier said than done..."—

—"It is easy, we do it all the time. Take in example our existence; we live in a planet, aka a space-rock which is floating in nothingness, nothingness that is infinite yet constantly expanding... Now that sounds like nonsense, but we still pretend and accept it as something normal without even questioning ones, so why can't you do the same with your situation?"—

(Y/N) was about to respond but couldn't think of anything, she definitely didn't expect such philosophical answer.

—"O-Okay you got a point there... Guess you're right."— you scratch the back of your head, ones your shock passed you smile and give Melanie soft pats on her curly hair. —"And thank you, Melanie. I feel much better now."—

Melanie gives her a little nod and before separating she hugs (Y/N) properly, gesture that the (h/c) haired female deeply appreciated and actually needed.

—"You are the best psychologist Melanie, despite giving me an existencial crisis a second ago."— you chuckle after separating from her.

—"Anytime."— she replies with a little smile.

The duo kept walking around the store and talking about random topics, however at some point Melanie had to separate to buy some things in another section, leaving (Y/N) alone for a moment.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was trying to pick between two desserts, she was tempted to buy herself a little treat, as well as one for Michael.

—"{Cherry or chocolate... That's the question.}"— you mumble.

—"I'd pick cherry, the chocolate one tastes artificial."—

That voice. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, it was Logan's voice.

She remembers what Caleb had told her, but she didn't expect to cross paths with his brother so soon... Even tho she doesn't have any particular beef with the male, the aura coming from the man was unnaturally alarming, something bad is going to happen, she can sense it...

With a shaky sigh (Y/N) turns towards the voice and her eyes slightly widened. The guard was wearing some casual street clothes and looked pretty normal, except his face, which was completely covered by a medical mask and some dark shades. Even with the cover, if one looks really closely, you could see small stitches at certain parts of his face, as if it was stitched together.

A feeling of uneasiness twisted (Y/N)'s insides completely, such image made her feel kinda bad for the male, despite the unkind treat he gave her a while ago.