The two kids talked idly on their way back to his house, it was about nothing important really. There were still kids out trick-or-treating, but she would need to go home soon. Before the pair could walk inside the gate, a teenaged boy left his house. He grabbed her hand and kept walking, at least until the teen turned to walk the other way down the sidewalk. At first the young (h/c) girl was confused, but went along with it, being a silent and willing participant.

The kids walked inside and set their buckets of candy down by the door. The young boy walked into the kitchen, pulling his mask over his face, while (y/n) tilted her head watching him for a moment. Her attention soon turned to the stairs, staring blankly up them. She tilted her head the other way and quietly walked upstairs, stopping when she was at the top, staring intently at Judith's door. It was cracked open slightly, soft light pouring out of the room. The blonde boy returned from the kitchen with a large knife and looked up the stairs at his friend, who stood in dead silence. He walked up the stairs just as quietly as she had, but she was very aware. She turned and smiled at him just before he reached her side. He put his finger to the mask, signalling to be quiet, as if that was a necessary command, and then lead her directly towards Judith's bedroom.

The teen was ignorant to their approach, lying half-asleep on the bed, facing away from the door. He gently pushed the door open enough for the two of you too slip inside, nether child breaking the ungodly silence of the house. The young girl waited by the door and watched Michael as he Stabbed Judith in the back, near her spine. She let out a shrill scream as Michael stabbed her again, this time just under her rips as she panicked and turned his way. She tried raising her hand to stop him, but he jammed the blade into it, between all the tiny bones and tendons, jaggedly pulled the knife back.

"Mi-Michael!" She tried to beg, but it was far too late to even think of begging. This was the night that every last shred of easily accessible humanity would ever exist within him.

He brought the knife down once more and priced her larynx right above her collar bone. She choked and gargled up blood, the bones in her hand exposed and internal organs bleeding. Her other hand grasped desperately at nothing. Her virgin white sheets turning red with blood.

So many things were cast in stone this night.

The silence of the evening persisted between the two little wolves. The sudden crying of baby Angela distracting the kids from the blood bath Michael had made of his sister. "Michael?" the wide eyed girl spoke softly, taking a step towards him.

He slowly craned his head around to her. She stayed quiet, waiting for him to turn around, which he did after he realized that's what she wanted of him.

"I had fun tonight," She smiled sweetly, putting her hands together in front of her stomach "And I can't wait to play with you and Boo again." she giggled, skipping over to him much like a puppy coming to it's master. She stopped just a few inches away from him. He tilted his head, confused because she needed to leave soon, but... She still had more to say. She reached up and pushed his mask up, confusing him further. "I'll see you tomorrow," she smiled more and lightly kissed his cheek "Bye, Michael." she giggled, skipping away, happy as could be.

She left him shocked and confused... But in a good way.

"Bye, "he spoke under his breath, smiling a little "My (Y/n)"

"Salt!" You called for your feline companion. At the mention of his name and the lingering smell of fresh food in the air, he came charging in full speed. The silver Tom hopped onto the counter without permission. You shook your head, but let him stay up there and eat from his dish despite his piggish behavior.

Well Michael learned what Salt's food was and what he, himself had eaten; human flesh. He watched you carve off as much flesh as you could off of Dylan's bones, while keeping a decent pace. You took a fair number of his organs, and turned them into ground meat, all of them sealed and had different 'secret' labeling to tell you what they really were. Though you had a craving for a fresh meal, so you cooked the kidneys as though they were stakes. You put all the unusable meat, the bones, skin, and Dylan's clothing into a large metal bucket which waited up stairs in the bathroom to be dealt with. You put away every package of meat in the freezer, but kept one chunck out to give Salt a batch of 100% fresh food. You religiously cleaned your red, wooden locker, cleaning the bloodstains off the concert witch was a bitch, but a careful sprinkling of dark soil helped it blend. The inside of the locker was now freshly stained with blood and any spot that looked to faded you carefully touched up with red paint that you kept down there just for this. You also gingerly touched up certain area on the outside of it before taking yourself up to the bathroom and began to pull cleaning products out of nowhere to liquidate the human remains and clothing. You saved the bones and clothing for last, washing out the tub several times before dunking the stronger stuff into it. You left the bones and clothing to soak in the toxic mix of chemicals and went about scrubbing your hands clean and then finally took care of making yourself a meal of fried kidneys and Salt's food.

Michael was fascinated by how fastidious you were about the process, and you honestly made quick work of it. But he also felt weird about having eaten human meat... He didn't feel disgusted or ashamed of it... It... It just wasn't right somehow. No matter how much he hated people, eating them was a weird concept for him to accept. He eventually allowed the idea to exist only because of animal nature, they'll sometimes eat their own kind for survival if that's what it takes. You didn't need to do it, but you did. He figured you simply liked the taste of human flesh better than animal flesh. There was more to it then that, but it's all he needed to understand why you ate other people.

You hummed over cleaning the counter of bacteria and checked on your frying meal, content with life at the moment. Michael watched you continue on, and considered making you aware of him... He wanted you to know that he was back. As far as he knew you had yet to find his note, but he forced himself to be patient. You pulled out a glass of angular shape and grabbed alcohol from one of the cabinets. He watched, irritated at the sight of alcohol in the house, now wondering what you planned to drink. You hummed onwards, mixing up something he was unsure of what was.

It was a Bloody Mary.

You put everything away and then pulled out a plate for your meal. Then platted your kidneys, with the broccoli you had put in with them, turned off the heat and grabbed a few slices of bread put those on the plate.

You were about to take your plate of food and your fancy drink, into the living room when the phone rang. You sighed a little and answered it, wandering back to your food with the corded phone right away.

"Hello, this is (Y/n) (L/n) Speaking." You answered in a betrayingly sweet tone compared to your recent actions, grabbing silverware as you had forgotten to do so before.

"Hey, (Y/n), it's Laurie." the sugary sweet voice of the Stride girl lifted your spirit to the actual spot of your voice, a true smile appearing on your face.

"Hey, Laurie!" you quickly glanced at the clock. It was just barely Six O'clock. "Are you already at the Doyle's?" You asked, cutting into your kidney stakes.

"Yeah, you coming over soon?"

"Yeah, give me about a half hour. I just made dinner." you answered, shoving a small bite of, delicious kidney in your mouth. "oh! And please be sure to tell Lynda that I don't want her boy toy's junker van anywhere near my property, it sends a bad message to the neighbors."

Laurie laughed from the other end of the line. "Yeah, sure, no problem. I'll see you soon, Killer Queen. "

"Bye, Kiddo, see you soon." you wanted for her to hang up before going back to enjoying your meal properly. You felt sheer delight from talking with the Strode girl and having a fresh meal. Your happy mood was in some way, rubbing off on the stalker who was watching you eat a human kidney.

His mind wandered to dealing with Lynda and her boyfriend. They were going to be here for a while and he didn't want that. You never seemed to care about her, so he had no reason not to kill her.

Michael watched you and waited patiently for you to finish getting rid of any evidence of Dylan after you eat your dinner. He wondered briefly if you'd walk into your little office and see his note. Maybe you already had. He thought about what had gone on today and how to approach you.

The staff at Smith's Grove Sanatorium were not ones to teach patients how to talk to girls.

And oh, if you got frightened... No, you wouldn't. You spent the last couple of hours craving a man into simple pieces for you to consume later, and hadn't shown any signs of a weak stomach. If you were to get frightened of him, you were more likely to spring into fight rather than flight mode.

He watched you put Salt in a harness and leashed him up like he was a dog. The feline was willing, but unhappy just the same. And within a few moments you were gone. It was just him inside his old home, your cozy nest, the house that was host too two murderers now, and perhaps a third, far, far down the line.

Michael spooked himself with the odd thought of a child belonging to him. He'd spent fifteen years thinking of nothing other than escape to find you and Boo... But now that he was back home, his mind willingly wandered. Almost like something had cleared from his mind, and he found himself thinking only of you.

He had earlier thought of his sister, but after Dylan, he hadn't realized that he had forgotten her for a time.

He sighed, missing you dearly already. But he had waited this long, he could wait a few more hours.

It's not like you were leaving this house for good.

It was a delightful twenty minute walk to the Doyle house. However Salt was a bit unhappy about the harness. Normally he didn't mind it, but you noticed that it was a bit snug on him. You mental scolded yourself for not walking him pretty much since you moved here. Your mind had been so focused on fixing the house you plum forgot about his walks. You had assumed his daily, and occasionally nightly, escapades would be enough to keep him in fairly decent shape, but nope. At least he had only put on maybe two or three pounds, he could she'd them off just as easily.

You made a mental not to get him a bigger harness though in the meantime. Winter was right around the corner, so there might only be a small window of opportunity to walk him before Jack Frost decided it was Haddonfeild's turn for snow.

It was starting to get dark out, there were still plenty of kids trick-or-treating, and teenagers hiding their alcoholic beverages, which made you wonder if Lynda and her boyfriend would go and drink your wine and cooking Sherry after they down all their beet. Well you could always make her give you the cash to replace the bottles.

Coming upon the Doyle house, you saw the curtains moving as you turned to walk up the concert path. You smiled, now expecting some kind of attempt to scare you, made ether by Tommy or Laurie. The latter seemed more likely. Salt, meanwhile, was just pleased to be walking up to the house. The harness had grown uncomfortable to him and he wanted to be free of it already.

You rang the doorbell.

After a few moments the door opened, revealing little Tommy Doyle. "Hi, (Y/n)."

"Hi, Tommy," you smiled, allowing Salt, with all his twenty pounds of weight, pull you inside "Where's Laurie?" you asked, looking over your shoulder at him.

"BOO! " Laurie yelled, punching out from the living room. You, and your cat, had no reaction what so ever.

"Hi, Laurie." you smiled, hearing her sigh.

"Hey. And Hello there, Salt." Laurie was soon smiling again when you looked at her. She knelt down to remove Salt's Harness, as even she could tell he wasn't comfortable in it. The silver Tom bolted as soon as he was free.

"So, what's the plan for tonight, my children?"

Happy Valentine's Day, my Darling Biscuits! Stay beautiful

~ 💮 Masky