"Wow! It looks amazing! Thank you Michael!" (Y/n) happily accepted the new mask he had made for her. It was quiet well done. It did not look vicious or childish or ugly. It was beautifully simplistic. It looked very similar to a real wolf's eyes; large, vibrant, golden eyes, but they lacked that glittered of true life. It bared it's teeth in a non-aggressive way, as if it was panting.

Michael smiled underneath his mask, proud of himself and delighted to receive praise from you over his handiwork.

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He was now fourteen, physically changing, grown much taller then her over the course of the last ten months of separation. He had grown irritable during that time, and a careless, heartless nurse just had to open her mouth about Boo and him. She just had to.

Loomis worked like magic to keep the incident quiet enough for (Y/n)'S love-struck father to continue bringing you to Smith's Grove. The information had almost gotten to him when Debora Myers committed suicide.

He remained oblivious.

He was too focused on his new wife and offspring to notice.

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'Michael?'

'Yes?'

'When you get out I'll be waiting.'

'You Will?'

'Yes. Someone needs to be waiting for you out there, and I will. I promise.'

'Thank You, (Y/n)'

'Of course, you're my best friend. I can't leave you behind.'

As he read the last note, she erased the messages' existence. They always kept the messages discreet and knowing that Doctor Loomis was always watching their actions closely, she made sure to get rid of the evidence as discreetly as possible.

He remained still for a while, and then looked at her. He was now fifteen; she just begun to blossom over the last few months, into the little woman who was bold enough, strong enough to fight him all those years down the line. Boo would fight him too, but she'd do it for her own survival, till it would come down to one of their last encounters.

All their lives were tied together. Ever since he had brought (Y/n) into his baby sister's room, they were bound by fate or perhaps a terrible curse.

Even if it was some strange cosmic force that bound them all together was, that force had nothing to do with what Michael had become. Even if his friend had not waltzed into his life, he would be a pure blooded Psychopath. He still was one however with her in his life, she brought some life to him, some emotion, but it wasn't the same level as her; she was a sociopath.

She would grow to ignore her emotions when she'd begin hurting others. He would be driven by anger to kill people. It made him feel alive to end others lives. It made her feel alive too, but she didn't need it, she could stop whenever she wanted to.

He'd grown to love her, even while he was locked away like he was animal.

He knew he loved her.

As a friend, but he didn't know that down the line, it would mature into something more adult.

He gently put his large hand over her tiny one. She looked at him curiously naive. He lifted her mask up and then his own,only moving his up enough to reveal his mouth.

"Michael?" she spoke and then gasped in shock as he placed a sweet, loving kiss on her lips.

He would not see her again for another ten years, and somehow... Somehow he just knew that. She knew it too. They'd forget that strong knowledge when the time would come, but they both knew it would be a long time till they'd be in each others lives again.

"Bye, Michael," she whispered as the door was swung open, with a number of individuals coming to separate them."I love you..."

"I love you too... "

(short and cheesy yes, but fuk off, I like it ~ 💮 Masky)