You looked at the candy aisle seeing all the different types of candies, you wondered if Michael was a sweet tooth. You grab some of them and put them in the small shopping cart you had, you looked at all the stuff you had in your cart making you feel miserable about how much you will spend.

You went over to the cashier area and waited in line behind some older women, you felt something watching you. Of course, you knew it was Michael but you hoped he didn't kill anyone else. You notice the old woman looking down at her purse seeing that she has forgotten her wallet, you felt your heartbreak seeing how sad she looked.

"Oh, dear.. I didn't notice. I was supposed to buy treats for my grandchildren since it's their birthday but it seemed to be that I forgot my wallet. Sorry for wasting your time," she smiled with sadness, she was about to go forward until you stopped her.

"Oh don't worry! ill pay for your things." You smile politely at her and took out your wallet, the cashier made an awed look. You take out your card and put it into the machine as you did your pin. The old lady smiled sweetly at you, some time passes and you pay for your own groceries. You saw that the lady was waiting for you near the exit.

You look to your left on the outside seeing a figure near some trees, you shook your head feeling a bit unsure why he was watching you. You rush up to the old lady and help her put the groceries into her car.

"Thank you Hunny...!" she hugged you with her wobbly arms, you smile and wave goodbye to her as you go to your own car. You set your groceries into the trunk of your car, you then look back to where Michael was standing but he was no longer there.

You were about to close your truck until you heard a familiar voice call out to you. You turn your head to see Loomis waving papers at you. His hair was messy, his eyes had bags under them and he smells like he hasn't showered in many days. You almost felt bad for the man seeing how much of a mess he was, he panted violently trying to catch his breath.

"what do you need Loomis?" you glared at him, he shook his head and looked through his paperwork before handing it to you.

"turns out he actually is hiding out somewhere, a witness saw him walking towards somewhere and I'm pretty sure he made a home somewhere. We finally have a lead from one of the victim's body," he said while scratching his scruffy beard.

"That's good. Now if you excuse me I have to go back to my home." you attempt to walk away until Loomis grabbed your wrist.

"We need your help, from my assumptions Michael seems to be more cooperative towards you and obviously very calm. We figured maybe you can.. well be bait as in for him to fall into our trap." he sniffled, You scoff in shock seeing how desperate he was. It was rude of him to grab you first of all.

"Like I said I'm not some sort of tool... I don't want to be included in your little plan! now let go of me!!" You scream at him making a scene as everyone stares at you. He instantly let go of you and sighed. You closed your trunk and quickly hopped into your car, you sighed and slightly banged your head on the wheel. Michael watched from afar seeing you talk to Loomis which obviously made him upset. But he was also so focused on how kind you were to that lady. He knew you were a bit low on money but he never expected you to have that much empathy.

You drive off to your home while the music calmed you down, you were overwhelmed and tired of all of this. You never expected having to hide a serial killer in your own home and now there's no going back. Sometimes you wished he could've ended you right there but he chose not to, you were tired of all this bullshit yet you knew giving up is something Michael would not like.

This is crazy... You thought to yourself, you parked in the driveway of your house and quickly opened the door to hop out. You get your keys to open the trunk, you realized how much stuff you got. You groan in exhaustion and your feet were aching from all the walking you did, you grab a handful of grocery bags and rush to the door. You huff trying to get your keys to open the door, you finally got it open making you smirk with your success. You put the groceries on the table and went back to get the rest. Sometimes after you were finally done taking out all the groceries from your trunk. You shut the door and lock it.

"I'm home!!!" you yell out near the stairs, you waited patiently for him to come down but not even footsteps were to be heard. You sigh knowing that he decided to go out, you obviously knew he was watching you but you thought he would be back by now.

You quickly put away all the food and race upstairs to change into something comfy, you open your slight broken door and went to your closet to choose out some clothes. You grabbed a slightly tight tank top and shorts along with some comfy long socks since they always made you feel comfortable. (If you don't like the outfit you can change it:))

You go back downstairs and decided to make some food for the two of you. Well, you weren't sure if he will come back. With a sigh, you took out some ingredients and decided to make some chicken alfredo pasta. You hummed echoed throughout the house, Michael watched silently with anger pumping through his veins. He disliked how... pure you looked, he hated how you made him feel peace. He hated your smile, he hated almost everything about you but something in him stops him from ending your life.

A H/C girl who was once his nurse, a voice that spun around his mind, a pure heart that's full of kindness is now getting corrupted by the one and only Myers. You hiding him is risking your whole life, you were only doing it because you knew if you declined he would for sure kill you. You were playing with fire at this point and Michael never noticed how self-collected you were. You were overwhelmed by almost everything, by Loomis... by Him and by your stupid decisions that you soon to regret. You tucked your hair behind your ear, hoping that the food will come out well.

Michael decided to get a bit more closer to you, he saw how peaceful you looked as you cooked the food. Michael always wondered how easy you made it seem, your soft hands stirring the pasta. He tilted his head seeing that you brought out two plates.

Were you going to serve him?... he wondered in his head. He stared at your bandaged-up arm, you tried to avoid having any contact with your wound. He remembered exactly how scared you looked, how easy you were to kill... you gave up right in front of him because YOU knew he wouldn't hesitate but you were proven wrong. You take out your laptop and began to look at some videos about cooking. Suddenly your laptop was making a dinging sound notifying someone is calling you. You answered with a loud groan in annoyance making him wonder why your mood dropped.

"Hello?" you answered softly, a familiar voice spoke out alerting Michael.

"Hi Y/N, I want to apologize for pushing all my stress against you. But I have to ask you... you seem like you know something. Michael only seemed to communicate with you, and only you... he only paid attention to your bizarre kind gestures towards him. Now I need you to at least give me a description of why you seemed so nervous." He said in a suspicious tone making you stop for a second.

Were you about to rat him out!? Michael thought in his simple mind, the voices circled around his head seeing how your lips quivered. It's almost as if you WANTED to help Loomis... He glared and decided to go to the wifi router. He restarted the wifi. before you could answer Loomis the call ended. You sighed in relief and wondered what happened to the wifi. You felt yourself grow a bit nervous wondering if he would come to your house to question you. You served your plate and Michaels, you were about to turn around until you saw Michael standing right in front of you. You scream loudly seeing the tall man glancing at you, your shakey sigh was out of relief seeing it was just him.

"Michael- please stop doing that... anyways- I made some Chicken alfredo pasta I hope you enj-" you see Michael raise his hand up and slap the plate of food out of your hands. You look at the floor seeing the spilled pasta. Your heart dropped seeing the knife he held, you backed up to the counter with wide eyes.

"Michael- what the hell!?" you glared right at him, making direct eye contact with him. You were about to move away until he grabbed your wrist making you yelp. You gave a concerned look at him, he then pointed at your computer. The computer showed all the missed calls and emails from Loomis. You tilted your head but soon realized what he was trying to say,

"If you're assuming that I'll rat you out then your wrong." you scoff at him, his grip tightened around your wrist.

"Are you kidding me!?? You have NO idea how much I tried to avoid Loomis. I am also risking my whole damn career and LIFE for you!!!" You shove him with your other arm making him lose grip of your wrist.

"If I get caught I know damn well it's over for me. Loomis knows how you seemed to open up to me in your own way and he's trying to use me with that!! now I pull off my weight to get groceries for you, I try to cook for you then you show up here trying to intimidate me!!" You snapped at him, tears prickling up your eyes.

"You even slapped the food out of my hand!!! IM JUST A GIRL MICHAEL- DONT YOU SEE HOW OVERHWHELMING THIS IS?" You scream at him, for once in Michaels's life... He felt guilty.

"You have no idea how hard this is..." you put your hands on your face trying to hide how stressed you were. Michael doesn't understand Human emotions because after the incident he never once felt remorse... but now he sees you snapping at him and how to hurt you seemed.

"You know what... forget it." you storm off, Michael reached out his hand but his mind stopped him. He felt guilty- you went out of your way just to make dinner for him and he got angry with you even though you were covering for him. Michael heard you slam your door making him mentally sigh, Michael went upstairs and towards your bedroom. His heart dropped hearing soft sniffles coming from you.

Did he make you cry? Michael wondered, he wanted to talk to you but he hasn't talked in forever. He went downstairs and walked to the kitchen, he decided to clean up the mess he made out of guiltiness. He needed to go out for a while and let you have some space... he knew he would make it worse if he tried to communicate through a stupid notebook.

Guilt tugged on his rotten heart but he knew he needed to give you space. The voices in his head were demanding him to go apologize but the stubborn man chose to go let out his anger on hopeless people once again.