Michael Myers was not gone.

Merely taken. Disappeared from the real world to this... repetitive game of sacrifice.

His tactics were different than other killers with the start of the game. Stalk, not hunt.

His strategy revolved around stalking for the first half of the game, then hunting in the next.

Since it was his strategy, it only worked with him.

He grew colder as the rounds of sacrifice passed, at this point, he barely had a thrill to all of these trails. His victims would sometime change their tactics too, in those games he'd be lucky to even feel a load of adrenaline rush through him.

He stands at the top of the chain.

He wasn't stupid either when he first was brought here. With the promise of being able to freely kill, he wasn't ecstatic, but neither was he irritated.

That's when he noticed his sister, Cynthia Myers was brought too. His temper snapped, primarily going after Cynthia.

He was granted the ability to kill one by his own hands that round. He chooses Cynthia, hoping he could finally end whatever darkness fueled his anger.

But she came back, everyone he killed or sacrificed came back.

They were all trapped in an eternal game of repetition.

However, it didn't falter Michael from doing his job, to sacrifice and feed the Entity. No matter how angered or annoyed he got from the matches, he'd not given up. He learned the hard way through excruciating punishment from the Entity's torture.

•▪°○°▪•

His breath was uneven, taking long strides to reach his prey. Meg, was it? He hadn't bothered to put effort into learning names, but he overheard them before.

He slowly gained speed, a small thought of grabbing her braids and yanking her back so she trips came to mind. He had taken curiosity towards the ginger athlete.

He overheard the sounds of her cursing under her breath, and as the space between them got smaller, he lunged. Knife raised and swung down upon the ginger's back.

She let out a scream, cutting herself off to continue running. "Leave me alone Myers!" She spat at him, glancing back for a moment.

His stare burned into her back, his speed never faltered as he caught up to her.

When he swung again, he missed narrowly to the small burst of speed she used. He growled when she ran towards the wooden pallet, set up around the maps for use to slow down their hunters.

He looked to the pallet, then Meg who stood awaiting on the other side for him to lunge. He twirled the knife in his hands, he was wasting time. So- without warning- he lunged, making the woman gasp and meet with his kitchen knife.

She fell to the ground with a groan, and Michael slung her onto his shoulder. Like he has done many times before and walked closer to the nearest hook.

He kept his eye out for the one called Jake, or any of his victims with a toolbox. No sign of any as he carried the ginger woman onto the meat hook.

It pierced through her shoulder with a scream that echoed far through the map. She let out short breaths and whines as she hung from the hook. Michael stared for a moment before the sound of a generator being powered grabbed his attention.

He stalked away from the hanging woman, towards the distance where the most recent generator popped.

He looked around the terrain of Auto Haven, this map he was aware that it was originally the Wraiths domain. Or at least a place only the Wraith knew its pasts and history.

His eyes caught sight of the gleam from a pair of glasses, the botanist, hiding. She hasn't seemed to realize he had noticed her.

Only until he got closer is when he knew her heart picked up. Her head shot in his direction, gasping and broke into a run. Gaining space between them.

Michael let out a huff, it's all the same.

•▪°○°▪•

When he reopened his eyes, he was standing by the killer's fire. A separate part of the Entity's realm, one where survivors are not permitted to enter.

The closes killer in the area noticed him, nodding in his direction, the Pig. Michael looked her way, before turning away, to Haddonfield. Gaining a chuckle from the pig-masked woman. "Cold as always." Came the muffled voice.

Michael shot her a look from beneath the mask and he could tell she had rolled her eyes. "Yes yes, "watch what you're saying." I get it, Shape." She shooed him off, and he left without a word.

This version of Haddonfield would never compare to the original. It was always the same scene, cars parked up on the road, garbage cans along the sidewalk. Some houses boarded up.

He had taken residence in the Stode house, the one where his younger sister grew up.

Instead of just a mattress or couch in the house, it was furnished, a place Michael could relax the best he could when not in trials. There was food, though in this realm it was never needed.

Sometimes he would fall asleep on the couch, just sitting and thinking. When he'd wake, he would always think- for a split second- he was back in the real world. A world where he could actually kill... where he could end his sister once and for all.

But that wasn't going to happen.

So he would need to take the euphoria from killing here as much as he could until there is none left.

He let out a sigh through his nose, it was a real bore.

•▪°○°▪•

Claudette gritted her teeth, "we were so close..."

Meg placed a hand on her shoulder, the rest of the survivors around the fire weren't in a very happy mood either.

"Let's not lose hope now, okay?" She offered a small weak grin. The other woman appreciated the gesture, it was true. She'll keep as much hope as she could, she didn't want to become one of them.

They weren't as scary, not anymore. It seems the longer they are here, the more the survivors get used to their appearance. Though that's just the appearance, it barely scratched the surface of it all.

The scary part was that it was of repetition. The pain, the generators, the hopes of escaping. It's not new, but it always feels new.

Claudette, Meg, Jake, and Dwight were the first ones. Their opponents at the time were the Trapper, the Wraith, and the Hillbilly. Now there were more survivors and more killers.

Survivors.

Claudette snorted quietly, it was a stupid term. Survivors? Surviving what? If they stuck with got teamwork and skill they could get the generators done, that is if the killer doesn't finish them first.

Claudette sat down between Nea and Meg, eyes half-lidded with a ghost of a smile.

At least they've got each other, friends and family. That's the closest term she could come up with. At least she isn't alone, with that she can have a good grip on the hope in her reach.

Claudette knows they all feel the same, even within the slight disagreements and conflicts.

We're all trapped here, why do we need to be enemies with each other too? She glanced around the fire, Nea had begun telling one of her "scary stories." Which wasn't at all scary, it normally ended up brightening the mood.

Meg noticed Claudette's mood, patting her on the back. "We'll get em next time, girly."

She chuckled, "try our best to."

The ginger grinned, less weak than before.

"Run!" The man shouted, staring at the creature that broke through their window... it gurgled, as though its mouth was full of liquid as it rose. Black ooze spilling from It's mouth. The man was paralyzed, and his eyes widened when it began to spoke-"

"I'M HERE FOR YOUR PIZZA ROLLS!" Meg cut in, making several of the survivors who were listening burst into laughter. "AND YOUR AIR CONDITIONING!"

"Why pizza rolls?" Feng snorted, staring at her questioningly.

"Well, why not?" She shot back playfully. "Rather I say potatoes or chicken nuggets?" Feng rolled her eyes, a smile on her lips, though didn't reply.

"Come on Megan, you could've thought up something way better." Jake shot at her between light chuckles.

Meg shrugged, "heat of the moment, mah man."

Nea cleared her throat with a raised brow. Meg laughed, "sorry Ne-ers."

Nea fixed her beanie, "mhm, well I suppose we could end it differently... the man froze in shock at It's words. "Pizza rolls... what?" The thing shrugged oddly, but then without a word pushed him aside to go to the kitchen." She paused before continuing. "When the man finally regained himself, he found the monster waiting patiently for the pizza rolls. As if it wasn't something completely terrifying. So in the end, he awkwardly gave it the serving it wanted and let it chill in his living room." She ended with a wink.

"Some story you got there," Bill grunted, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette.

"Probably better than your's old man." She smirked, and the man rose a brow of his own.

"That a challenge?" He coughed into his arm.

"Totally." Nea declared.

Claudette sighed, standing up before she could witness any more. "I'll be at the stream okay?"

Meg glanced up at her, "sure thing Detty."

•▪°●°▪•

This realm held no sentiments to it, Michael Myers never intended for it too. From the house to Haddonfield itself.

It won't change his opinion on the game.

Another that wouldn't change is the fact he refuses to remove his mask.

The Entity was always watching, always there. Always around at any moment, because Michael could feel it, sense it.

Whether it already knows what he looks like or not, even in the safest place of Haddonfield he wouldn't do it. Why would he if he doesn't need to?

This place will never change, other presences might, but overall the Entity's realm is a place only of sacrifice.

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《A/n: If you haven't noticed, or didn't know, I am taking the concept from "My Child"'s description and "ways" of the Entity's realm and placing it here. As I find it fitting, in my opinion. ^^

I guess Michael has a change too since this is a completely different book (of course)

Thank you guys >:D

Ciao~¡》