《Hold Me Down (Michael Myers x Reader)》•Chapter 5•
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Y/n = Your name
L/n = Last Name
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Use this for later in the book, you'll need it lmao
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October 31st, 1990
Y/n bounced her leg up and down as she ate at the table watching tv with her mom. She could hardly wait for the time of night to come. In fact all of the kids in Haddonfield probably felt the same way.
"Momma, can I keep my candy this year?" The girl said while swinging her legs back and forth. Her mother hummed in deep thought as she put her dishes in the sink."Yes" Y/n almost sprung out of the seat in joy until- "If you wash the dishes with me all though November" she slithered down the seat and frowned. "fine. I'm tired of getting three pieces per day anyways"
Once her plate only had crumbs remaining on its surface, she scooted infront of the tv and watched whatever was on. Most of it was Halloween themed programs and cartoons. She continued to flip through the channels until flashing red lights and a giant headline popped on the screen.
The broadcast had just started as the reporters greeted the viewers. "Breaking News, an unidentified boy has been found dead in the park near Haddonfield Elementary. The boy was found with multiple fractured bones and his face beaten in. We do not yet have the identity of the-" the screen flashed then went to black. Y/n turned around to face her mom who had the remote held up. "That's it. No trick or treating" "But mom I-" "I said no! I don't need some lunatic to hurt my daughter. No going out tonight"
"I promised Michael!" "No means no, I am not going to reason with you like this" tears rolled down her face as she stood up and brushed past her mom. "I finally get to do something fun, and I finally have a friend. And you have to go and ruin it!"
The mothers heart stopped at those words. "I'm going to bed, just leave me alone" she stormed up the steps and slammed the door behind her. Plopping on the bed and curling up in a ball, Y/n sat it silence as her ears picked up the laughter of kids trick or treating outside.
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The costume she was going to wear was still hanging on the closet door. She tilted her head up to see out the window more, looking at the quiet Myers home. Deborah was out working, Ronnie was probably passed out drunk, Judith probably with her boyfriend, and Michael....
What could he be doing?
'Probably waiting for me to show up' said her mind. The guilt overwhelmed her of not being able to tell Michael she couldn't come tonight. He'd probably hate her after this. She looked out the other window at the moon shining on her. Y/n swung herself off the bed and scuffled to the window to get a better look at the moon. Carefully opening the window, the eyes of the girl glazed over the bright white circle in the sky.
Her eyes wandered as she looked down under her window. The vines that grew up the trellis were as big as ever. An idea popped in her mind. The trellis was made of thick wood and was attached to the house itself, like a makeshift ladder. A smile curled onto her face as she popped her head back into the room.
Grabbing the costume and rushing to get it on, Y/n felt relief wipe the pain off her chest. 'I don't have to miss Halloween afterall"
She shoved some pillows under the blanket to make it look like someone was under them. Cliche but it would have to do. She swung a pillowcase across her shoulder and carefully climbed out of the window. Her foot scraped the top of the trellis, fingers holding onto the window ledge for dear life.
Once her shoe secured itself, she put the other down and let go of the ledge. The window howled as the night continued. Y/n turned her head to get a peek on how far she had to climb down. It was, alot longer than she expected.
Nevertheless, she scaled down the structure. Making sure to not catch the attention of her mother.
The wood creaked at each step, making the girl cringe. She hoped the TV masked the noise. Finally at the end, her confidence was good enough for her to make a leap to the ground. Gasping as her feet hit the ground.
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It was finally time to go to Michael.
Her heart raced as she dashed across the street to the Myers home. Michael was sitting on the steps with Boo in his arms. His face was completely void of emotion. He had his clown costume on with the mask sitting on top of his head.
"Michael?"
He looked up to Y/n.
"Sorry about the wait, let's go trick or treating"
He didn't respond, he just looked back at Boo with no expression. "Did you already go without me?" Y/n tried to get him to look at her face.
"I hate this place" he gently set his sister down on the steps and stood up. "They don't deserve you Y/n" "who's they? what's wrong?" "Wesley, he doesn't deserve you. I saw everything. He doesn't love you like I do"
She suddenly remembered the incident that happened earlier today. He was watching? He must've gotten something wrong. "Michael he was trying to hurt me-" "Let's be together Y/n, I'll take care of you. We can live happy together with Boo"
Her heart was almost beating out of her chest as his tone became more threatening. "Stop joking around, it's scaring me"
"I killed them Y/n"
Her throat shut in fear as he spoke. "I killed them, so we could be happy. So no one can hurt us, no one can hurt you" he possesively wrapped his hands around her wrists. Y/n winced in pain, his grip was tighter than her own mothers.
"Michael, it hurts" she pleaded and fought back tears. He pressed his head against hers and looked in her watery eyes. "I did this for you, you mean everything to me"
"Michael what is going on?" A motherly voice came from behind her. Deborah. Michael's grip loosened as he saw his mother approaching. "Why is Y/n here, and why is the baby on the steps" she brushed past the both of them to retrieve Boo. Michael stayed silent "it's freezing out here, why are the two of you outside this late?"
"We were going to trick or treat..." then it suddenly hit her. By the time she had gotten to Michael, trick or treating was already over. "Michael answer me. Michael?" The sound of sirens slowly got louder and louder.
Everything was a blur, policemen raided the house and pulled out stretchers. Deborah screamed in mental agony. Everyone inside was dead. Y/n was pulled away by a policeman, carrying her as if she was an infant again.
Michael was held back but multiple paramedics and cops. He thrashed in their hold, determined to get to Y/n
"DON'T TAKE HER FROM ME!" he reached out a hand for Y/n. And she did the same whilst tears rolled down her face "Michael..." the girl weakly called out.
The policeman wrapped her in a blanket and set her in the back of an open ambulance. "Did he hurt you sweetie?" he asked kneeling down to her height sitting. She shook her head.
'I just wanted to go trick or treating'
"Where are your parents?" Her hand raised and pointed a finger across the street to her house. Where her mother anxiously called out her name on the porch.
"That's your mom?" He got up and called over to her. The mother dashed across the street as soon as she saw Y/n.
"Oh my baby, my dear angel" she cradled Y/n in her arms and stroked her head. "I was so worried when you weren't in your room. How did you get out? Did he hurt you? What did he do?" She frantically asked.
"Nothing mom" "My goodness, you look tired. Let's get you home"
The Policeman interviened "Before you go, may we ask some questions?"
"No! She's been through enough and I dont need someone examining her. Next thing she'll be all over the news"
"But she might have vital information-"
"We are too tired to answer any of your questions" she huffed defensively.
"Come back tomorrow, as of now it's a no"
Y/n held onto her mothers arm as they entered the house and locked the door shut. That night she slept in her mothers bed, under a watchful eye.
Assured, Y/n didn't get any sleep that night.
Thinking about tomorrow and tonight was a nightmare on it's own.
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