(omg Micheal you sexy beast ~ 💮 Masky)

"Open up, open up, open up, open up, open up, open-" the (H/c) girl was mumbling under her breath while knocking on the door, only stopping when the suddenly opened. The young girl looked up to see that it was a blonde haired woman who answered the door. Both were shocked and a bit confused, staring at each other for just a moment.

"C-Can I help you? " the woman asked politely, but she was still obviously confused. She was mostly confused why a young girl would be at the door knocking so insistently.

"Iiiiiisssss Michael home? " the girl asked, smiling sweetly, attempting to butter up this woman.

"Ye- I, uh, who are you? " the woman questioned tilting her head at the young girl. "Are you a friend of Michael's?" she was truly surprised that this girl had brought up Michael.

"She is." Michael practically appeared from nowhere, quickly jogging down the steps and stopping in his tracks just behind the blonde woman, smiling at (Y/n).

"You made a friend? Why didn't you tell me? " the woman smiled, letting the girl come inside and closed the door. Michael answered her question with a shrug, making her sigh, but she still kept a smile on her face. "Well can I at least know her name?" she asked looking at the girl.

"I'm (Y/n)." the (e/c) girl smiled at her.

"Well it's nice to meet you, (Y/n). I'm Michael's mom. "she messed with her boy's hair, making him squirm slightly, though he was still happy. "I really would've liked to know that you made a friend, Michael, but at least you made one. " she was pleased as pie now, see that you two were already pretty close. "I was making lunch, so you two watch some TV or something, okay? " she didn't have to wait too long for Michael to nod yes, and she was off to the kitchen.

The (h/c) Girl looked at Michael with curiosity. "Where's Judith?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"Out with a boy. " he replied shortly, but smiled at her, grabbing her head and taking her upstairs to his room. The girl smiled, looking forward to seeing his pet rats again. "She won't be back for an hour and my mom's leaving after she makes lunch."

"Okay. " she giggled upon seeing the happy little critters scurrying around their cage. She nearly skipped over to them. Elvis recognized her and stood against the sides of the cage to see her better. "Hi, Elvis. " she cooed, touching him through the bars. He seemed even happier to receive the attention.

"(Y/n)?" Michael spoke finely, after having watched her interact with his pet. She looked back at him, with her head tilted. "Do you want to see Boo? " he asked, smiling at her. She tilted her head again, looking absolutely confounded by his question.

"Boo? "

"My baby sister." he stated more clearly. The (H/c) girl smiled brightly, vigorously nodding her head. He took her hand once more and lead her just across the hall to his mother's room. He signaled for her to stay quiet before he opened the door. The curtains were slightly drawn open, illuminating the room just enough for them to see where they were walking. The pair quietly walked over to the crib to see His baby sister. She actually was awake. She giggled spotting Michael above her first.

"Hi, Boo. " he smiled, letting go of his friend's hand and carefully picked up the precious cargo. The tiny baby babbled incoherently, happily clinging to Michael.

"Awww... " The (H/c) girl cooed over the adorable baby Boo. The baby looked at her with wide eyes, innocently reaching a hand out towards her. The young girl raised her hand up to the baby's tiny one, letting her grab it, wrapping her tiny, pudgy baby fingers around the older child's hand.

"She likes you." The boy beamed with happiness. Then offered his friend to hold the baby, but she declined. She told him that she'd never held a baby before and didn't want to accidently hurt her. He frowned slightly, but nodded his head, understanding. He soon put the happy baby back in the crib.

"she is so cute. " the girl smiled, looking into the crib at the happy baby .

"She's nicer than Judith could ever be. " he added, kissing his baby sister's head, making the baby giggle more.

"Michael, where'd you and your friend go?" His mom called from downstairs, waiting at the bottom of the steps, amused by their disappearance, but she was on a schedule. The two kids came walking out of her room, which she could barely see from her position, and stood at the top of the steps. "Did you show her Boo?" She asked, smiling at her son. He nodded yes. "Is she up?" he nodded again.

"But she's being quiet. " he spoke while walking down the stairs, causing his friend to follow behind him.

"Alright. Well Judith should be home in an hour. Can I trust you and your friend -" she looked at the girl, who smiled sweetly upon being mentioned. "-to watch the baby till she gets back? " she asked, having a lot of faith in Michael. The blonde boy nodded with a smile. "Okay. " his mom kissed the top of his head. "Now you two behave, and (Y/n) you head home before it gets dark, okay? " she asked nicely.

"Yes, Ma'am. " the young girl politely nodded her head.

"Alright then, there are some sanviches in the kitchen if you two are hungry. I have to go. I'll miss you Michael. " she informed him while giving him a hug.

"Bye mom." he waved her goodbye as she walked out the door, halfheartedly slamming the door close.

"Your mom is really nice, I like her. " the (H/c) girl smiled at her friend, making him return the gesture.

"She understands me better than Judith. " he looked at the ground for a moment. "Wanna watch a movie? " he asked and the girl noded her head excitedly. "You pick one, I'll get Boo, so we can keep an eye on her too. "

The morning started off nice and calm, although it was a little later than usual for you. No thanks to your feline who had roused you from your sleep in the middle of the night. He was also the perpetrater that woke you up even now, yowling indecently. "Salt, what now...? " you groggily asked, rubbing your eyes as you sat up. Your large Tom cat moved so his front paws rested on your lap. He purred and yowled, demanding you to get up and get moving so he could have his breakfast. "You're such a little piggy, you know... " you smiled still, rubbing and scratching his chin to which he heavily leaned himself into, soaking up the attention. "Alright okay, I'm up. Calm down. I'll get you your food in just a minute. "you yawned and stretched while he bolted towards the door, doing a lovely bit of acrobatics off the bed, practically flying directly at the door. (One if my dogs does something like this... It's quite entertaining, darlings.)

You got out of bed, got dresses and we're soon down the stairs, contently humming. As always your darling Tom had ran ahead of you, waiting impatiently as ever for you to stumble into the kitchen and feed him. The daily routine of playing and talking to as he meowed and growled while you gave him his food went on as it always did. You yawned, rubbing your eyes as you opened the fridge, retrieving the bag filled with meat. He meowed, walking towards you, wishing to rub against you while staying on the counter. His adorable attempt at it making you smile. "I love you too, you dork. " you scratched behind his head. He purred in absolute bliss. You only stopped hearing the door bell ring. Your Tom kitty hissed and ran for one of the windows to see who was out there, acting like a guard dog, only better as no one would expect a cat to act this way. You simply rolled your eyes and set the baggie down on the counter, heading to answer the door. Laurie was out there.

"Hey, Killer Queen." she smiled, with her arms out for a hug. You happily gave her one.

"Hey, Laurie, what's up? Come for more stories? " you asked tilting your head slightly.

"Yup. " she nodded courtly.

"Luarieeeeee! C'mon, we'll be late for school." Little Tommy Doyle was standing out by the road. Laurie looked over her shoulder telling him to just come up to the house. You only smiled looking over her shoulder at him as well.

"What's up with him? " you asked, taking a half step back to see if she wanted to step inside or not.

"He says the boogeyman lives here. " she laughed.

"Hey Tommy! " You put yourself in full view of the boy, trying not to laugh, as Laurie was already snickering at what you likely planned to say. "You're lucky it's just me coming over with Laurie to Babysit you. I Told the Boogeyman all about you and how you'd love to see him, but he said he couldn't make it~!" you teased and Laurie was fullblown laughing again. Tommy didn't find it as funny as you two had, getting all pouty out there by himself.

"You shouldn't make fun of the Boogeyman! " he yelled in a huff.

"Hehe, You're right. Sorry Tommy. "you looked at Laurie "I'll go grab the folder. "you hummed and walked back upstairs. Your silver Tom yowled at Laurie as you left, making you giggle for he was a very loud, vocal cat.

It was still dark out. The chilling breeze flowed through the town at a subtle, leisurely pace. Everything was silent as the grave. The only notable things to be awake at this hour was a silver cat and a man. The moody Tom patrolled across the roof of his Master's home, surveying everything in sight. Not even an insect would get past him at this level of surveillance. He froze in his place seeing a stranger walk up to the front door, carrying something with him. The cat growled furiously, quickly finding his way back onto the little balcony, looking down at the trespasser. His growling and hissing caught the attention of the would be invader.

He looked up at the small creature, tilting his head to the side. This wasn't a stray; it was too big and well groomed for that. The feline hissed like a feral beast, wanting to scare off the man below him, but that wasn't going to happen. The door were still easily opened, giving way with a small amount of force. The night time intruder could simply walk inside. And he did, after placing the tombstone in his arms down to just the left side of the door, making minimal sounds while doing so, he put his hand to the door, pushing with just a fraction of what he expected would be necessary. He sighed heavily, taking three steps past the doorway. He took a quick glance around the place, before heading towards the kitchen. His old home appeared to be staying together, though it was obvious that recent repair were made. So there was a resident in his home. It took little time for him to find a knife of sufficient side to kill the unwanted resident. He stopped hearing a door upstairs creek open and the yowling beast making a ruckus.

"Salt, please...." a young lady took over his house. She was mumbling sleepily, sounding as though she'd be coming down stairs. The quick pitter-pattering of the cats feet was more than enough to confirm that. The male silently walked to a spot close to the entry of the house. After the cat, she would likely notice the open door. Said beastie was pacing aggressively at the bottom of the stairs, taking in scents, searching desperately, while remaining unwilling to venture far from its person. As soon as the girl came into view the cat took off, Sailing right past the stalker, closely observing her. "Salt... " the lady sighed, running her hand through her tangled mess of (H/c) Hair. The stalker tilted his head. She kept her hair out of her face to look at the open door, letting in an unpleasant cold draft. "stupid old doors... " she mumbled, shuffling almost like a zombie towards the door. She put her shoulder against it for support while looking outside. At least she was just roused from sleep, wildly unaware of what actually was around her. She was completely blind to the large stone object on the porch. She sighed deeply, closing the door; returning to her search for her guard-cat.

Since the sight of the tombstone was not a remote issues to prompt him to strike, he could watch her for longer. The first thing beyond her hair that he took note of was her clothes. Long, slightly oversized Bears (or not) shirt and baggy, grey sweat pants. Though he'd made a straight shot for Haddonfeild, he still spotted various salacious women wandering the cold in short skirts and revealing shirts. (they're everywhere darlings. 〒_〒) this girl stayed decently clothed, although nightwear wasn't always the best thing to judge off of...

"Salt, c'mere boy... It's too late to play games... " she tiredly mumbled, following after her Tom, by the noises he made somewhere else on the lower floor. She rubbed her eyes turning on a few lights to search more easily, accidently illuminating the killer in the same room as her. Of course in her untested state, she never once spotted him. He watched her till she wandered towards the kitchen. She was an easy target and extremely unawares to handle any threat to come after her. He could wait to deal with her. Besides, the light let him more easily access the color of her hair. The same color of his (Y/n). Taking some time to see if it was her or not wouldn't any sort of dent in the schedule he was hoping to keep. So with her away from his location he made no sounds while moving to the steps and disappeared further upstairs.

Again he could see recent repairs, though there was less to hide that work here on the second floor. He cheeked each room; Judith's was filled with empty and full boxes as well as a few small pieces of furniture, clearly it was turned into a temporary storage room. His mother's was turned into a beyond spacious office room. A plain desk, plushy padded spinning chair, (Spiny chairssss) and the plain book shelves, two that were filled to the brim the last being half full and a box next to them half emptied of supplies for writing it seemed. Lastly his room was where this girl decided to make her own. Honestly it was the most changed area in the house he'd seen so far. Get bed, with it dark colors, the dresser, sidetable, mirror and a sea of pillows and blankets littering the floor at the foot of the bed. A mess of colors on the wall that were uncomfortable for him. It nearly felt like he himself had been violated. The only thought keeping that feeling at bay way the quite hope this girl was his, not an intruder washing away what little from this house he did care about.

He looked more closely at the dresser, spotting nick-nacks and pictures on top of it. As he walked towards the peice of furniture he suddenly stopped, remembering to listen for the girl downstairs. She was tiding over her Companions dramatic behavior with food it sounded. So he continued, confident that she'd stay there long enough for him to continue learning about her. Closer now to all the small objects he simply ran his gaze over them, overlooking the hair ties, cat toy and small glass figurines, in favor of studying the picture in detail. Two Frames were resting ontop the dresser the first of the girl her cat and another, much younger girl with long blonde hair and glasses sitting on the porch of the house. There other became instantly more intriguing, holding a younger version of this girl an older girl and twin girls, vastly younger than ether. The killer tilted his head, grabbing the picture. Spending more time searching through memories gave recondition to all four girls. Most of all his girl. It was a pleasing wave of reassurance that washed away the doubt easily. All the girls were related, still he more scarcely remember the older sisters appeance compared to the younger girls. This was still a picture he'd been shown before. It was one of the last times he was visited by (Y/n).

He stopped the flow of memories hearing her call after her cat who was heading upstairs. He kept the framed picture with him, willing to hide from her. 'Meeting' again with these circumstance were not likely go as he wanted. Wasting no time in getting his large frame into the closet he was fascinating enough that he made so little noise. Her door was pushed open by the Tom cat, his fat belly swaying while he trotted to his bed on the floor. She was not far behind, nearly mimicking her cat's sloppy fall onto her own bed. The fed feline would be out just as quickly as she. Now it was that simple matter of patience, if which he always had an infinite supply of, wanting to make sure both were asleep before he'd exit the room entirely.

He looked at the picture in his hand once more. Truely he had not expected her to be here in Haddonfeild, let alone living in his home... He sighed, excited that one of his girls had been found... Now he only needed to find Boo... And his (Y/n) could help. So he hoped, feeling it more likely his search for Boo certainly wouldn't be as easy as this.

(Sorry for my tardiness on my wishful two week schedule. As a slight warnning I plan to take a rest over the holidays, though I will indeed continue through most of October. I need some rest and reading some lovely books from the library has somehow renewed my vocabulary. Be happy that that happens right as I need to build up chapters over the holidays. Love you all meh darling biscuits! ~ 💮 Masky)