《Over Protective Much? (Michael Myers X Journalist Reader)》Day One: Unexpected Snacker.
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October 20th.
Third POV:
It was still dark out, though the sun was slowly starting to rise. (Y/N) had woken up since they were kinda cold. So they had gotten up and dressed in something more warmer.
"Hmm.. I kinda wonder why its so cold... wait a sec.." (Y/N) looked over to the window, realizing it was open.
"Did I open it last night?.. I dont remember doing that, I just remember covering it with the blanket..."
(Y/N) definately a lot more disturbed, slowly walked over to the window and locked it.
"I should probably check downstairs.. damn it, I swear I bet its 'you know who'.."
They sigh then slowly walk out of the room, and looking around.
"Look man, if your just gonna kill me do it now coward-"
They then flip the light switch to see..
no one there except something on the counter...
A note?..
uh, strange.
They look around one more time then walk over to the counter.
They'd tilt their head a little in confusion, then they'd pick up the note.
The note had probably the most messiest hand writing ever they've seen.
Though they could still kinda tell what it said..
" 𝓽 h ᵃ n k ˢ"
( "Thanks"
I tried making it look messy lol)
What.
Thanks for what? Who write this and-
wait.
is it...
They then looked back to their back door, and walked to the door and opened it to see the plate was gone from yesterday.
Well, I guess he ate it-
The note though and the opened window-
BUT HE COULD BE IN MY HOUSE.
They panicked a little, honestly not really wanting to look around the house to see 'you know who' was around. So (Y/N) just went to the front door, looked around for their keys but couldn't find them.
'Maybe I forgot them in the car?'
(Y/N) thought, then just rushed out the door to the car and opened it. Great, it was unlocked too. They'd sigh and get into the car.
"Ok you know what thats fine I'll be ok-"
They mumbled to themself.
(Y/N) then looked into the backseat through the rear-view mirror to see the the all so familiar man in the dark blue mechanics suit and white latex mask.
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Though he was..
Sleeping?
".... uh."
(Y/N) was planning on driving away just to get away from the house, hell maybe go to the store real quick to distract themself, but the man they thought was in their house is..
sleeping in their car?
(Y/N) had no words, and honestly you didn't know what to do.
They stared at him,
he literally tried killing (Y/N) and their roomate the yesterday morning, and hes- sleeping in their car..
(Y/N) still just stared at him for a few more moments, before deciding to do something that could potenially get themself killed.
"Uhh, yo. You should probably get up-"
they said kinda loudly when suddenly the man sat up.
"OH GOD-"
(Y/N) stumbled back away, throwing their hands up in fear (and also to make sure they dont seem like a threat to him, even though hes more of a threat here.)
"L-look, you can stay in here for longer, s-sorry for waking you up. Just wasn't sure er- was a little shocked on why you were in here."
He sat there staring at (Y/N). His head was already tilted to the side since the car kinda squished his frame. Though,
it seemed like there was nothing behind those emotionless eyes of his,
honestly wouldn't be surprised if he was human at all. Kinda freaky honestly.
He'd then slightly tilt his head even more,
kinda like he was in thought?
Who knows honestly.
(Y/N) then just slowly reached for the car handle and slowly opened the door.
They turned away from him for a moment to try to exit the car. When suddenly a strong hand pulled (Y/N) back roughly back into the seat.
Which secretly made (Y/N) panic a little.
The hand was of course owned by no one other than the Boogeyman himself.
(Y/N) looked back to him again, with fearful eyes.
"W-what is it?.."
He then takes his hand off their shoulder and looks down on the car floor to look for something, then springs back up, accidentally hitting his head against the roof of the car due to the fact that he is bigger, to show them a empty bag of (F/C).
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(F/C is favorite candy by the way!)
(Y/N) looked back to the empty bag and the man, a little confused.
"What about it? I was wanting something sweet yesterday."
He slowly shook his head, and slowly pointed to the bag then his mouth.
"Uhhh, what does that mea- Oh, you want to get some of that for you?"
He slowly nodded his head.
"Well I dont have another bag right now."
Then (Y/N) quickly added,
"B-but I can get ya some right now! Uh, how does that sound?"
He stood still for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"Ooo-key.. cool cool, uh then lets get goin' I suppose."
(Y/N) looked back to the front of the car, closed the door and started up the car.
They'd sigh and start driving ti the nearest store where they sold (F/C).
The store shouldn't be so far, but damn it felt like hours driving over there.
It was so agonizingly quiet and tense that (Y/N) decided to say something.
"So just making sure since I only heard your name once and I am tired of calling you 'Boogeyman'.. but is your name really Michael?"
(Y/N) looked up to the rear view mirror to see what his response his since they assumed he was gonna probably shake or nod his head since those were the only responses they were getting anyway.
He seemed to be looking up at the mirror aswell, it took him a minute to respond but you saw him slowly nod.
"Alright, is it ok if I call you Michael?.."
It took him another moment to resond again, but he nodded again.
"Cool, well Michael I'll get you a few packs of (F/C). Just try not to eat them all in one go though."
(Y/N) then stops in front of the little store.
"Alright, I'll be back in a minute or so. Dont cause any trouble or attention to yourself."
They looked back to the car seat to see Michael figeting with the empty bag from earlier. Kinda funny to be seeing him act like that.
(Y/N) then left the car and into the store.
After getting the (F/C) and a few thijgs for yourself, they went back into the car. Thankfully Michael was still in there but he was laying on his back now.
"Got your snacks Mike-Boy."
Michael didn't really seem to care for the nickname as much as the snacks.
Kinda made you laugh a little.
(Y/N) got comfortable in their seat and threw the bag of (F/C) into the back seat with Michael.
Then they drove off back to the house.
(Y/N) had a few questions on their mind, but honestly they were to nervous to ask him too many questions. So they decided to play some music for the rest of the drive. The music calmed them down a little, and also the rummaging of bags from the back kinda comforted them too.
That meant Michael was distracted.
(Y/N) then parked in front of the house again, grabbing everything they needed.
"Alright well, that was a nice drive Michael. Are you gonna just, sleep in here? Or what?"
He tilted his head a little, almost done tearing up a bag of (F/C).
"I mean you can as long as you don't, you know, kill me."
Michael stared at (Y/N) for a moment longer but nodding again.
They'd smile again.
"Cool, well just- here."
(Y/N) took off the car keys from they key ring and put it into the igintion, to start up the car so the heater starts up.
"Just in case you get cold. If you do anyway."
He'd tilt his head to the other side, which kinda reminded you of a puppy.
Made you smile a little.
They then exit the car and close the door before walking into their home.
"Damn, I just wanna rest after that- whackiness."
For the rest of the day it was quiet and peaceful, no more disturbances. (Y/N) just did some more unpacking around the house, cleaned, and by the end of the day they did (F/H) for a hour or so before going to bed.
(F/H is favorite hobby!)
(Also I wanted to say this chapter has like 1600 words lol, probably one of the longer ones.)
Published December 23rd, 2021.
dited December 23rd, 2021.
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