Dear diary,
Today, I met my new partner in the work. He was a great guy named Tyler.
Michael glared to himself...He didn't care about the stupid guy! He wanted to know about (Y/n).
He was awsome. Pretty shy, but still veryyy coool!!!
Nobody cares about him! sTOp TaLkiNG aBOuT HiM!
He had a hair sooo gorgeous!
KSKDNDKDNWLFNDKFMVKRK!!! PLEASE!!!
But anyway...He wasn't from my school, and he knew Michael when he was on the kindergarden...
Wait...Kindergarden? Does that mean he was Tyler Anderson? That guy that was surrouded by lots of girls? Michael remembered him...He hadn't so much bad memories about him...He never messed with him, and he kept always his distance...Now that he thought about it...He remeber a lot of the kindergarden. Maybe it was the best time of his life...
He knew that I was friends with Michael in the past, and even so...He treated me good and I could let go all the pain that I was feeling with him...
Michael was walking throught the houses of Haddonfield. He had discovered that this 'Tyler guy' still lives in Haddonfield. And he was almost discovering his house. He wouldn't kill him, because, as in the diary seemed, he wasn't bad to (Y/n). In fact, while he readed another pages of the diary. He was her only friend, after she came back to Haddonfield. That made Michael a bit jelous, but also, connected with the man. He would go there, saying that he came in piece.
He finally reached his house. It was a white house, pretty smilar to (Y/n)'s old house. There were no lights in the house, and it was pretty dark.
Michael looked through the window and he saw a TV passing soccer. There was a guy looking at it. Michel thought if he was that Tyler guy. He opened the diary to check the description that (Y/n) had on her diary.
Well...He was a bit different...Fatter and with a undone beard. Michael tilted his head. Tyler had not that young and fresh appearance that was in (Y/n)'s diary...Strange...Michael wasn't sure if it was Tyler or his father. His beard was undone. He looked even worse that Michael himself, and he just ran away from an asylum where he spent 15 years.
Tyler was eating popcorns while watching what it seemed to be a soccer game. Michael thought of a plan to get the man's attention, but carefully, to not make him afraid, that would lead to unessecary harming and Michael only killed on Halloween, that would be in 5 days.
He tried knocking on the window, that wasn't the best idea but Michael couldn't think in another way, so, knocking on the window should work. And with success, the man looked at Michael, letting a scream and going away to the kitchen.
The plan had worked, but not in the way that Michael expected. He needed to do something, so he broke the window, getting in the white and small house. He looked for Tyler. He wasn't in the kitchen, which was a pretty strange thing. He was sure that the man had gone to the kitchen. But then, he felt a slight pain on his back, but nothing too intense. Michael turned back and he found Tyler with a knife, he had carved the objet on his back.
"What do you want?! Why are you here?!" Tyler asked still holding his bloody knife "Why aren't you feeling any pain?"
As he passed a lot of time in the asylum, he wasn't much of a talker, so he simply showed his knife, making Tyler holding his strongly, and then throwed it down. That meaned that he didn't want to harm him. He just wanted answers. Of course, that if that man carved his knife on his body again, he couldn't be help it. He was already making a enormous effort in not to kill that man. But he needed his help to kill the others. For (Y/n).
"I don't understand..." He said in a very confused, but untrusting voice "TELL ME! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
Michael stood saying nothing. Tyler was confused. Who was this man?! Why did he come to his house?! Maybe he was a Halloween maniac! Whoever he was, he couldn't let that man harm him.
Michael took the dusty diary from his pocket and stood his hand to Tyler, that made a confused expression. The killer wasn't surprised, of course he wouldn't understand.
"What is that?" He asked.
Michael continued reaching his hand with the diary to the man. Tyler didn't understand. What was that? Clearly that man was mental...Did he wanted to...?
Tyler took the diary, not taking his eyes of Michael. He could sense some fear in them, perhaps some sadness. But the most of all, was a complete void. It was hard for Tyler to understand how that man was feeling in that moment. He always considered himself an expert on sensing people's emotions, of course...Until he met (Y/n). She could be one of his best friends when he was alive, but that sweet and happy girl was always a completely mistery to him. He could never know what she was feeling in a moment, she could be smiling, but her eyes said another thing.
He opened the diary on the first page, that said:
This is my diary. The diary where I will right my deepest thoughts and feelings. It's my 15th birthday, the day when I received such a lovely gift. I swear my loyalty to you.
"What is this?"
This diary belongs to: (Y/n) (L/n).
Tyler, immediately closed the book, with so much strenght that even the animals of the garden got alarmed. Why was he doing that to him?
"Is this some kind of joke?" Tyler asked, starting to sweat and breathing heavily. He looked to Michael again, that was staring at the man while he readed the dusty old book "Who are you?"
Michael picked the diary and turned its pages to where his name was. He wasn't surprised by his reaction. He actually was waiting for something worse. He could smash that piece of paper and throw it to somewhere else. But instead, he just closed it. Michael pointed towards the name.
People of my school found out that me and Michael Myers (...)
Tyler looked at the man with a shocked look. Michael closed the diary, but the man started taking a few steps back. He wasn't expecting this. Michael Myers! The famous 10 year old boy that killed all of his family was on his kitchen with the diary, that he never heard about, of his dead best friend. Tyler didn't know how to react. Maybe he wasn't there to hurt him, but what did he want, then?
"You...Knew her right?" He asked, with shocked eyes.
Michael nooded his head.
"And...You were best friends, right?"
He nooded his head.
"And...You...Loved her, right?"
Michael stopped. That only question had completely block him. Did, the Haddonfield monster, the heartless demon, the maniac of Halloween, love someone? Michael didn't know how to answer that...Maybe he did...But he wasn't sure...He didn't even know what love was. He didn't know how to feel that. He knew that (Y/n) was special, that he could kill thousands of people for her. But even so, he didn't know if that was love. From what he remembered of his mother, she used to say that, when you love someone, you always put her/his happiness before yours. Could that mean that he loved her?
Instead of that, Michael just shrugged, not knowing exacly how to feel about all that. He never was a person to talk about his feelings. But those men had something in common. They knew (Y/n) better than anyone. And with that, they could revenge her. Michael didn't know if Tyler wanted that, but even if he didn't want, Michael would make him want. He wouldn't find the people that were mean to (Y/n) by himself. He needed help.
"What's this all about? I miss her too, okay? I just wish I could've done something! She was..." Tyler stopped and let a sigh out "She was amazing. And she didn't deserve the shit that they did to her. But you were not there to know, so..."
Michael picked up a paper that was on the table and wrote something for Tyler to see. He needed to get that man to help him.
'I need your help. I want to revenge (Y/n). I'll kill everyone who was horrible to her!'
Tyler looked at him once again, but this time, in a more interested, but confused, expression.
"Look, I don't know...I really want revenge too. But I don't have the courage to kill them..."
Tyler didn't know what Michael was thinking. Not everyone was like him, desperate for blood, but he didn't understand his plan. Michael started writing again on the same paper. His caligrafy was horrible, but Tyler was trying to understand. There were also a lot of mistakes, but nothing that he didn't understand.
'I know. I just need you to tell me where they are now. Will you help me?'
Tyler thought. Will he really give the adress of the people who killed (Y/n) for the maniac of Haddonfield to kill them? He didn't really know what to choice. If he said no, Myers would certainly do something about it, something not very beautiful to see, specially in Tyler's skin. If he said yes, he could go arrested, for helping a serial killer. He wasn't really sure. Those people didn't seem to be, not even a little, sorry or regreted of (Y/n). They were people who Tyler didn't know very well, since they were in different schools.
"...Fine. I'll help you"