Michael Myers x Reader (dbd version)

5. Objection

"What do you mean I will stay here, I can't Michael, that's just not how this works, I need to finish the trial and then we will separate and live our lives, I will continue to stay alive and you will continue killing people" was your response but Michael did not like it one bit.  He loved the sound of your voice and how the words rolled of your tongue about him killing people but the words "we will separate" just clicked something in him.

His mood changed instantly and you didn't have to be a genius to notice the swing. He raised his right arm and swung the knife right beside you into the tree that you two were standing beside. You squealed because of the fright that you received from the action. "M..M..Michael .... what's ... wrong?" you stumbled on your words. The killer has swung his hand around you and lifted you up into the air. The fear of falling made you grab him by his neck. Michael was pleased with your actions and eventually started walking away with you in his arms not before taking the knife out of the tree.

You were dangling on his shoulder, your stomach digging into his shoulder blade which hurt like hell. After looking downwards you realized how high you were and started holding his neck for dear life not to fall off. Michael thought it was an action of passion and held you even closer. "Michael where are you taking me? Please, put me down I can perfectly walk by myself"  you requested from him. Michael couldn't understand why you wanted to leave him so he stopped for a second to shake his head as a reply and to look into your eyes. He immediately started walking again without another word or movement of the head in his case.

You decided not to complain any further to not anger the killer anymore. He brought you across the street to a house. The house was no different from others, it had no windows or doors but it was special like no other house was. It had a pumpkin that was lit up on the front steps. It looked cute from your perspective but you didn't question it. Michael brought you right into the house and started walking down into the basement. "Wait, you're not going to hang me on the hook are you?"  you squeaked out. You tried to get out of his hold but it was pointless. His grip was like steel, he kept on walking his pace not changing a single bit. He walked towards the hooks and that's when you closed your eyes but he still kept on going so you took a peek. He passed the hooks and brought you to the furthest side of the basement. 

He put you down in the corner in a sitting position and sat right in front of you. You looked right into his eyes still not understanding what was the reason of all his actions. He started to reach out to you but to your shock he just put his hand onto your head. He started to pet you like a dog or something but it was in a kind and sincere way. He was trying his best to comfort you and show how he was feeling towards you. He didn't know how else to show his feelings. His actions made you smile and relax a bit. He in reply smiled also but under his mask without you noticing.

The two of you sat there looking into each others eyes without saying a single word. You made an assumption that he can't talk and he obviously only replies with movements of his head signalling yes or no. You decided to ask a couple of questions on which the answer variety would be yes or no to get to know his motives and find a way to get out.

"So your name is Michael Myers right?" the answer was a nod. "Well Michael my name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I am one of the survivors of this trial." he listened really carefully but knew your name already. "Are you planning on letting me go?" he shook his head. "Are you going to kill me?" the answer was another shook of the head from the killer. "Does that mean that you like me?" you asked carefully. He tilted his head to the side thinking about the question. Did he like you? What is liking someone? Were you special to him? He definitely knew the answer to that question so he nodded after a while. Your heart started beating a bit faster and your cheeks turned a bit red. Nobody before has said that they liked you.

Your conversation had to end at that moment due to a loud sound of another generator being fixed. Michael was showing with all his body language that he was not happy one bit. He stood up fast and started to march away but returned before reaching the stairs and gave a slight pat to your head. He pointed at you and then at the floor showing that you needed to stay here. You nodded with understanding and he stormed away. You were really flustered and your head was full with Michael and with what was going on. You were really tired from all the running, jumping, talking and fixing so you took off your hoodie and lay down onto it. You fell asleep instantly with all of your energy drained.

Hello hello, I am still alive. Finally there is an update in this story. Please don't throw objects at me for being so late with the upload. Hope you like it my lovely readers. Keep calm and Meow on!