"Michael...! " the (H/c) girl called out in a whining tone, holding pictures in her hands, looking through them as she sat on his bedroom floor. She huffed and frowned, seeing dead and mutilation cats on them. Those annoyed her, rather than freaked her out. The other dead animals she didn't even care about seeing. The blonde boy soon appeared, stopping in his tracks seeing her looking through his pictures. He was... Hurt... Seeing her look through them, but for what exact reason, he wasn't sure or. He couldn't even think of what to say, wanting to take them from her, but she'd already seen them. She might tell someone. No, couldn't have that. However he could see she didn't look scared, just mildly upset.

While he contemplated on what to do, she finally noticed his presence. "Why do you have these?" she asked in such an innocent tone, with her head tilted. He didn't respond, trying to figure out what she thought of the photos. Even when she asked, she didn't seem like she was upset by the pictures themselves or that he had them. "Michael. "she had a suddenly more stern tone, but still sounds as soft as a Dove.

"I like them." he stated, simply, plainly ,only to give her a short handed answer, so she might drop it. He walked over to her and knelt down, picking up a few that had slipped off her lap and onto the floor.

"But why one's of cats? " she returned to that innocent tone, looking down at the picture if a cat with it's jaw dislocated and it's entrails pulled out around it. "Cats are cute, and sweet, and smart. "she whined, looking at him. Both of them wanted a read on each other, regardless of them being conscious of it. "...did you kill them...?"she whispered softly. He only nodded his head. He could see all the hurt in her eyes and it hurt him so much worse than her going through his things. "Don't kill the kitties. " she huffed, getting serious, a first spark in her (e/c) eyes.

"I won't. " he answered her. Just like that, she was back to her usual happy self, as if none of this happened. She straightened the pictures and gave them to him, keeping hold of the ones with CATs. "I like the picture of boo. " she smiled at him holding it up. He smiled taking it from her and put it with the rest of them, in his bag. He only watched her to see what she'd do with the rest of his pictures. His girl tore them up into tiny pieces, so small they'd never be put back together again to see what was on them. "Now no one has to know ~" she hummed, picking up ever last piece and threw them away. She truly wasn't like every other kid; she was different, like him. Nobody knew, she hid it very well. This was the first time she really showed it to him... He liked it... It made him happy...

It was finally two o'clock; your Tom kitty came home, full off of neighborhood meices, and you only had a little bit of meat left to make a batch of food for him. You thought about what to do with Dylan, while you cooked. Nothing came to mind, even though there was plenty of time and options to pick, but you had a relatively short window of opportunity to deal with him. You decided to think more on it on the way over to the café, almost taking a wrong turn or two on the way.

"Hey! Yeah, you, Asshole!" oh dear, familiar voices came from just down the way. You looked up, no longer deep in thought and there was the trio of hens you knew so well. "What's up freak, cheeking out the high school poontang? " (someone explain 'poontang' to me.please. humor me) You could tell from Lynda's tone and choice of words that she was trying to tough talk a predator. You knew well that if whomever she was yelling at was serious, she wouldn't make it through the end of the night. Lotta costumes out on Halloween, hard to track a suspect, even in a small town... Even Michael...

You stopped and hid behind a tree as they were heading your way. It'd be easy to scare them; they were completely engrossed in teasing and telling off the stalker in their sights. As they walked up to your tree, Laurie was the only one with a remote grasp of how potentially dangerous the stalker was. However not one of you had a real clue. "oh come on, Laurie. My dad's the sheriff, that fucker isn't gonna mess with us. " Annie giggled, grabbing one of Laurie's arms and Lynda grabbed the other, both girls squishing Laurie between them. You jumped out behind them and screamed loudly, making all of them let out a loud shriek of bloody murder. They turned around quickly, each one nearly falling down from moving so fast. You were laughing your ass off.

"You bitch! " Lynda half yelled, punching you in the arm, a little angry, but mostly amused.

"hahaha, ouch! " you whined and coddled your arm, giving your best fake look of pain. The girls giggled lightly, panting softly, out of breath from screaming so loudly.

"What are you doing in the sunlight, nightwalker? " Annie asked, crossing her arms playfully, holding her school books close to her chest.

"What, I can't be in the light? Am I that ugly? " you huffed and stuck your tongue out at her. They all rolled their eyes in typical teenage fashion. "I'm going to see Dylan, remember? "

"oh yeah, gonna let the cute dude score ~!" Lynda teased, poking your stomach lightly.

"Ha,yeah sure, whatever you say. " you chuckled and smirked.

"C'mon, ill just keep saying it, but you seriously need to get laid. " Lynda smirked right back at you, throwing some sass at you.

"I think you get laid enough for all four of us. "you gave that sass right back at her, making Laurie smile a little and Annie to laugh. "Anyways, the rules still apply tonight you know. "you poked her cheek. She tried to swat your hand away, but didn't quite stop you.

"Yeah, I remember; when you get home, we bounce. Stay on the ground floor and don't go through your shit, got it. "Lynda dismissively waved her head, but smiled seriously, knowing how severe the punishment would be if she didn't abide by the few rules you had. You weren't legally allowed to punish her, but you were a sneaky little thing, giving info to whoever needed to hear it for it to get back around to her parents.

"Righty then. I'll see you around five, maybe six." you pointed at Laurie before walking away from the girls.

"bye! " the trio waved you goodbye, with Lynda choosing to sound off one last suggestion to let Dylan score. You told her to fuck off and stop saying that.

You wanted to spend more time talking with them, but you needed as much time as possible to deal with Dylan. You made haste to the cafe and with your luck he was just walking out the door.

"Dylan!" You smiled with an abnormally cheery tone.

"Oh, Hey!" he smiled as you approached, while you acted like you weren't just running half way here. "Wasn't expecting you to show you so soon." He chuckled lightly.

"Haha, well, I don't know, I was excited about spending time with you. " you smiled and let him grab your hand.

"Alright, well, what do you wanna watch?" he asked as you began to walk, no particular direction at the moment, just vaguely towards the video store.

"Mmmmmmmm, how about Saw? " you suggested, looking at him.

"Saw? Really?" the brunette male looked at you curiously. You only shrugged. "Well, alright, if you want to watch it." he certainly didn't put up much of a fight over the choice of movie, despite how much he didn't want to see such a gruesome film. He seemed bound and determined to see you happy with today

Such a shame for the innocent boy.

There had been numerous groups of girls leaving the highschool at the same time, most of which stayed nearer to school, making the tall killer keep away for the time being. He waited patiently for any of them to move and leave the school grounds. Soon his prey became, the girl from earlier, Laurie. She wasn't entirely alone though, her two friends were on ether side of her. Following them would do for the time being, as thinking on things; he became interested in the nerdy blonde girl. If she was friends with his (y/n) ,there had to be something decent about her compared to her girlfriends. He was able to get ahead of them without being seen by them or anyone else getting suspicious about his presence. The two unknown teenagers sounded rather typical, thinking only one thing, just like Judith. He glared at the two girls, planning on killing them once they were separate from Laurie.

Speaking of her, she appeared to be the only one of them who wasn't boy crazy. She was actively trying to get them to stop talking about sex. How sensible was she? The shape made himself a little more visible to them, waiting to see how long it's take them to notice. Laurie almost immediately saw him and warned her friends. She wasn't ignorant, trying to stress the sense of danger she felt upon seeing him. At the very least she seemed to be decent company for (y/n) to keep. Though it only took a shirt time for the ignorance of Laurie's to come to light, as both girls started talking trash, thinking he was a sexual predator lurking around. He let them go on for a while before walking away, staying out of sight for now. As soon as he broke their line of sight, they almost immediately went on about the day as if he wasn't even there. He knew well that they were young and weren't world weary enough to have any common sense. Laurie might, but she'd eventually ignore this little interaction if she was any sort of normal teenager.

Just before he turned to follow the girls again, their shrieking quickly got his attention and he moved to look just as fast. (Y/n) was here, scaring the trio of girls easily. The silent killer tilted his head and walked closer, staying undetected by any of them. He listened in on them, and got definite conformation that these girls were Just like Judith, even suggesting that His girl needed to get laid. How absurd and this 'Dylan'? He was nothing but a nuisance. Michael growled, grinding his teeth. She wouldn't leave him, he wouldn't allow it, but getting rid of this usurper was now a more pressing issues to him. The only thing to remotely calm his seething rage was her dismissing Lynda's comments and suggestions. (Y/n) didn't sound like she was friends with Laurie's friends, only acquaintances with them. It was unlikely she'd associated with them otherwise. She didn't sound like she cared for them much, if at all. But she made a deal with Lynda... In his house, around his girl's home. What had (Y/n) agreed to with this girl? No matter, his girl was meeting with a problem he had to take care of.

Controlling himself was a little harder than he expected as she acted so sweet towards this irritant. She was being too sweet, talking cute and letting him hold her hand. The tall killer growled, tightly gripping the knife in his hand, quickly loosing patience, but knew very well he had to wait to strike. He quickly watched them from outside the video store, keeping a very close eye on Dylan. Even at this distance and with plenty of objects in his way, the killer could see the annoying quick glances they took at each other. However it seemed to him that his girl was looking, with a less flirty interest and more an intense focus, something akin to his own. Maybe she was still the same little Wolf he knew. Yes, she was, she had to be, she wouldn't forget him that easily. And she wouldn't leave him. She was just treating this little male like prey, perhaps even to prevent him from suffering from Michael's own hand. Though that would mean she did care about him a little. The killer growled softly, waiting so patiently for his opportunity, as he wouldn't let it pass him by.

(Hello my darling biscuits, I'm back from my hiatus, I'll be shooting for bi-weekly updates

Hope you guys are excited because I finished writing through Halloween 1 & 2, and began work on some, shall we say "inbetween time" from H2 and H4.

Now keep in mind I don't have H4 & 5, I'll be relying on online information, so I'll just be casually ghosting my way through those movies. Still my plot is a better than anything that those two ever had, and I know how to execute it properly.

That's all, love you all my darling biscuits, stay beautiful ~ 💮 Masky)