(Once more, Wattpad finally takes notice of the pictures I'm using ~ 💮Masky)

(Y/n) was so delighted to know that she would be allowed to keep seeing Michael. Monthly visits. This second visit was on the same day his mother came to visit him, so she could see how much livelier Michael seemed to have gotten since (y/n)'S last visit.

And that was the truth, after you came to see him; he had a bit of 'humanity' restored. He slowly became more willing to give staff members a 'yes' or 'no', and was a bit more active beyond making his masks. That little show of life and improvement gave Doctor Loomis and Debora Myers hope for the boy. That hope was misplaced. There was nothing to change how he'd turn out to be, he was born to be the way he was and he knew that after this short stint of time, that there was only ever going to be one person that could understand and accept it.

The (H/c) girl giggled happily being let into the cafeteria with Deborah. Michael felt a nice warmth rush over him hearing her giggle. He looked up at his mother and his best friend, waving his hand. Both girls could see that slight squinting of his eyes, showing that he was smiling underneath that mask.

"Hi, Michael! " (Y/n) Happily ran over to the table, sitting across from him. Deborah smiled at the little ones and sat beside Michael, while he said hello to (Y/n) first, since she had spoken to him first, and then said hello to his mother. There was just the slightest difference in how he said hello to them. He was ever so slightly nicer, warmer to (Y/n).

Michael held up a white mask to (Y/n), it vaguely resembled a cat; a pink nose and some thin, black stripes on its forehead. "I made this for you." he said in a happy, but reserved tone.

"Thank you." the bubbly child giggled, carefully taking it from Michael and fiddled with it for a second to put it on. The string was just barely tight enough to keep the mask in place.

"It looks cute on you, (Y/n)" Deborah smiled and gently pet Michael's head. He smiled looking up at her, and then back to you.

"Thank you." that eternal kindness shined through to hide her part in Michael being brought to the place.

Michael so loved getting to see her. However her presence wasn't enough to help in the way Loomis has originally hoped for. By her third visit, Michael had returned to only answering the staff by shaking his head yes or no. By her fourth visit, Michael started becoming distant with his mother, scarcely saying a word to Loomis during their sessions.

At the same time, after (Y/n) would visit, he'd become a little more agitated at the staff. He had yet to lash out at anyone or anything, but he wasn't happy when she wasn't around. Then there was her sixth visit witch was delayed by a week. He actually spoke out of the blue, only once to ask why she didn't come. After he was informed that she was only delayed, all their followup attempts to get him to interact failed. He got his answer and that was all he wanted from them.

It had become more and more apparent that he was only becoming lively when she was around. He'd talk to his mother, but... He never seemed to be invested in any conversation with her. Loomis kept that change noted to himself. If the girl's father knew that, there was a very likely chance he'd be too nervous about (Y/n) safety to let her return, and Doctor Loomis wasn't sure how Deborah would take her son's preference for the girl.

It hadn't even been a year before Michael was in quite a vegetative state when the girl visited, and he eventually stopped speaking all together...

You yawned a little, stretching your arms above your head. You were getting tired and extremely hungry knowing that there were delicious, fresh meets waiting for you back home. You already had Salt's harness back on him and his leash was sitting on your lap. You were surprised that Tommy was still wide awake, though you soon chalked that up to him probably having a lot of sugar in his system and the fact he was glued to the TV right now.

You sighed, letting your arms fall to your sides and crossed your legs again. You wondered what was taking Laurie so long. Maybe she was getting chatted up by Annie. You weren't sure and didn't care, but it wouldn't be much longer before you'd call the pig-mobile-factory to send someone to cheek on them. The thought of calling Lynda to give her some time to finish up and get out of your house crossed your mind, but you still deviously wanted to throw them out into the cold.

After another ten minutes went by and you stood up and stretched. "Do you think Laurie will be back soon?" you asked Tommy who looked at you the moment you stood up.

"She should be." He answered simply.

"Yeah... " you bit your cheek and looked towards the entryway of the house. You had a weird tingling sensation rise up your spine; a rush of cold then warmth. It happened a few times earlier in the night. It was very, very weird. No, it was unsettling.

You walked to the door and peeked through the curtains. It felt like it was unnaturally dark out there, even with the streetlights lighting up the sidewalks. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Then just as you started to return to the living room you could hear screaming. Tommy jumped in his seat and you turned on a dime, rushing right back to the door. You unlocked it and quickly opened it.

It was Lindsey; she rushed into the house, sailing past you, yelling incoherently about something with Laurie and Annie. You watched her for only a moment, then looked outside for danger, then back to her. Tommy ran into view and was grabbed by the screaming girl, then you looked back outside. You shook your head in a panicked way, closing the door.

"LINDSEY!" you yelled over her to get her attention. It made her and Tommy jump, but it did the job of silencing her. "Breathe," you raised your hands in front of your self, palms up, fast in a gesture to mirror yourself taking a deep breath in "Breathe out," you flipped your palms down the moved your hands down, and the girl listened, taking deep, panicked breaths. You walked over to her and Tommy and knelt beside them "Calm down, and tell me what's wrong." you stated, fiercely looking into her eyes. You could see how terrified she was but your calm and steady tone, commanding presence and your strength helped her to speak quickly, but steadily.

"T-There was a guy! H-he was hanging, a-and A-Annie w-was bleeding..!" she started crying and breathing heavy. You did your breathing gestures, putting one hand on her shoulder. "L-Lauire said to r-run home, a-and call the police!"

"Okay, okay "

"I think she's in trouble!"

"Shh!" you put your finger on her lips. "It will be okay. I promise....okay?" you told her, rubbing her shoulder. She feverishly nodded her head. "Alright, you two go upstairs, now. Find a hiding place. I'll call the police and tell them where Laurie's at, what you saw and then I'll come up. Okay?" you looked both of them in the eyes. They were both frightened, Lindsey especially, but she was calming down. They both nodded yes. "Alright, go on, both of you. And stay quiet until I call for you. " you messes with their hair and stood up.

They bolted upstairs and you turned to lock the front door. You peeked out, quickly scanning, and then turned the lights off. Salt growled and followed you around, sensing the great tension in the air. You grabbed yourself a large kitchen knife and picked up the phone. You felt a strange rush of excitement listening to the phone ringing. There was just something about tonight. It was like the air was charged with electricity. You enjoyed the strange feeling so much... Just as much as you had enjoyed slicing flesh from Dylan's bones.

"911 what's your emergency?"

Yes there was electricity in the air. A large rush of energy. It was effecting you and of course Michael. In fact you were both... Sort of feeding off each other's energies throughout the day. Normally you were fairly calm when you dealt with prey, but Michael's anger earlier today made you snap very quickly. And your calm, patient and precise timing was making Michael even more patient than he already was. He would've tried approaching you earlier in the day without your effect and if you hadn't killed Dylan. Michael may have been patience about leaving Smith's Grove for all theses long years, but freedom was delightful and he missed you and Boo very much.

But the night was going to run its course. There was going to be a lot of death tonight, almost enough to pain the town red with blood.

It would come to a stop eventually.

And it would end in a blaze of glory~