Michael Myers Imagines

♥️ Hi, I'm (Y/n) ♥️

Warning:
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Backstory:
(Y/n) (L/n) has recently joined Haddonfield Elementary school and quickly befriended Michael Myers.
Little does she know, she was the beginning of the little boy's obsession...
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The beginning of another day has begun and (Y/n) was leaving her house, walking peacefully towards the school bus. As she ascended the bus and gave the bus driver a smile, she walked down the path, trying to find a place to sit.
Without success, she almost decided to stand up for the journey but that's when she found an empty seat in the back of the bus.
On the chair, leaning against the window, was a long-haired blonde boy.
Her, being the kind hearted girl she is, slowly made her way towards him and sat down next to him, earning a few odd glances from the other kids.
"Hi, I'm (Y/n)." Her voice made Michael lean away from the window to look at her, his ice cold eyes boring into hers.
"I'm new, so uuhhh, wanna be friends?"
She grinned hopefully, then Michael's lips turned up into a smile too.
"I'm Michael, we can be friends."
(Y/n) giggled as she lengthened her arm toward him, for him to shake.
Michael shook her small hand in his slightly large hand, not wanting to let go. His heart started to heat up and all the blood started to run to his face. On the way to school, Michael and (Y/n) would have small talk. They then went their separate ways for lessons.
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It was the second lesson of the day and (Y/n) was on the second row, twirling a strand of her (h/c) hair.
Behind her, there was an empty desk and she didn't know who say there. Her eyes left the paper when the classroom door swung open and heavy breathing followed. It was Michael.
"Late again, Michael." Mrs Duchant snarled.
"Sorry, Miss." Michael mumbled under his breath, he made his way over to his desk and saw (Y/n) sitting infront of it smiling at him. He smiled back.
"Hi Mikey." (Y/n) whispered.
"Hi (Y/n)." The familiar feeling of warmth ran to his face after the nickname (Y/n) called him.
(Y/n) was silently doing her work, whereas Michael was too distracted. Her (h/c) hair hung over her shoulders as if it were a silken scarf, something Michael would kill to touch.
Looking cautiously around the classroom, Michael quietly took out a pair of scissors and held it up to the girl's hair. When he thought the strand was an appropriate length...snip.
The hair almost fell, but Michael caught it. Smiling whilst doing so.
He carefully wrapped it up in a torn piece of paper and put it in his pocket, waiting patiently for the day to end.
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(Y/n) has just recently gotten out of the shower, put on her PJs and was now sitting infront of her mother whilst she blow-dried her hair.
They were talking about (Y/n)'s first day when her mother turned off the hair-dryer and picked up the cut piece of her hair.
"Did you cut your hair today, (Y/n)?" Her mother inspected the hair closer whilst (Y/n) was visibly confused.
"No, why?" She turned her head, facing her mother who was holding the slightly shorter strand.
"Well, it was only a little bit, let's go to bed."
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Michael lay in bed, clutching the piece of paper, holding his most prized possession whilst looking at the ceiling with a smile on his face.