You stared at your ring finger with your hairs on the back of your neck standing tall. Your ring finger was returned to you, but it left a scar as though someone had poorly stitched it back on.

You had told the rest of the incident right as you returned, and Meg promised you she'd taunt and mind-game him past madness as payback.

You said your farewells as David, Quentin, Dwight, and Nea were the next ones marked for a trail. Your dreams normally ended at this part, and you'd rejoin the waking world.

The look of that Clown flashed through your head and you shivered again, saying your goodbyes to the rest before the mist engulfed you.

When your eyes opened, you were back in your bedroom.

•▪°○°▪•

A few days had passed, and you were fortunate not to have a second run-in with the Clown.

You wouldn't say that you were getting better at each trail is a good thing, since it was a representation that the longer your here the better you get.

You had even thought of going to a specialist to get your dreams/nightmares checked. Though you knew bringing up the sudden scars you got from the dreams would most likely classify you as insane. But you've made a bond too strong with the other survivors, hell, even Leatherface had apologized to you for your first match there.

Keith and Jess are also progressively getting worried about your safety, but no matter how many times you tell them that even if you are sacrificed or killed by a mori, you return back to the campfire.

Your words just made them even more worried, so you just stopped trying to persuade them for the time being. Instead of wondering if you should tell them about Michael.

Oh right, Michael.

The damn fool wouldn't even let you approach him without scurrying off. You weren't sure if it was your imagination or not but the stares he sends at you felt different than when you first spoke.

You laid in bed, your right arm over your eyes. Your other hand went to touch your ring finger, tracing the mark left behind.

With a blank mind, you fell asleep.

•▪°○°▪•

You wished one thing as you felt yourself materialize in the Entity's forest. To make an offering.

As you looked around the campfire, your eyes landed on Laurie Strode. Slowly, you made your way to her, a stick in hand to write your question.

"(Y/n)... anything you need?" She smiled kindly to you, and you nodded turning to stand beside her and wrote in the dirt.

"Can I use that blade you have?" It was the sharp piece of glass Laurie used in trails to escape killers, a real decisive strike she has.

She blinked in surprise, before questioning; "you're not going to hurt yourself right?"

You shook your head.

She sighed, telling you to be careful before handing them to you. You smiled and thanked her, walking over to the campfire.

You grasped your hair, and with a deep breath you cut off the ends of your hair. The loose strands fell into the flame and burned. Your hair had grown out anyway, you planned to cut it.

Bring me to Michael, I need to speak to him... and gift me a small lollipop.

You stared at the flame, before dropping the blade as the Entity's legs ascended from the sky.

"(Y/n)?!"

And you were then taken, your surroundings moulding and changing.

You looked around, noticing that this was a neighbourhood of Haddonfield. The place you grew up.

The place where you and your old friend grew up.

You looked around, and the Entity's legs dissolved to mist, leading you towards a blue house in the centre of the street.

You looked to your hand, feeling the object in it and began your trek down the sidewalk.

You turned to the front porch, walking up the steps and to the door. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

You felt the air around you drop as heavy footsteps approach on the other side until it stopped right on the opposite side of the door.

The door opened slowly, and your breath was hitched in your throat.

The Shape looked genuinely surprised to see you here, of course, he would. No one was probably able to get here but him.

"We need to... talk." You mouthed, head held up to look at him. Please, don't push me away...

His eyes stared at yours, looking you over, then the streets behind you.

Did he expect others with you?

"It's just me." You assure.

He cocked his head at you, before slowly stepping aside for you to walk inside. As you passed, you nearly brushed against his chest but he sank back before any contact could be made.

You hid the lollipop from his sight. It was something that you'd give him, in hopes of a sort of peace offering. Maybe... just maybe, you could be friends again.

You sat down on the couch, slightly surprised that the house was completely furnished. Michael came into the room, sitting in the chair opposite to you, waiting for you to start.

"Paper?" You weren't sure if he could read your lips fast enough, asking for paper for him to read would probably make it more nerve-wracking. But easier to communicate.

Then he held up a hand and shook his head, you don't need any. You slumped back, looking to your lap.

"Do... do you remember sign language?" You said mutely.

Michael didn't move for a few moments. Then (after what felt like an hour to you) he nodded slowly.

You gained a bit of hope, putting the lollipop in your pocket. Then began to sign, "you've been avoiding me."

A single nod, and you continue.

"Do you remember who I am?"

After a moment, he shrugged and shook his head, uncertain. Your heart dropped, but you continued.

"Do you want to remember who I am?"

You weren't sure if you were surprised or not as he didn't hesitate to nod his head. Though it improved your mood, by a lot. More than you could admit, for being childhood friends with a serial killer.

"(Y/n)." You spelt out the letters, "I am (Y/n). Does that name ring any bells?"

You watched as the hands on his lap tightened and loosened with each passing second. Almost disappointed in himself, he shook his head a 'no'.

You looked back down, eyebrows furrowed. You didn't look up but you signed to him, "we were best friends. As kids."

You heard his sharp intake of breath, and now that you sat here, finally conversing with Michael Myers... you weren't all that sure what to say.

"We used to play, hide and seek, and we'd always watch old movies together..." Your gaze saddened, you finally took the lollipop out of your pocket. "This is for you... after you let me have yours from Halloween all those years ago." You looked up reluctantly to meet his eye.

Beyond the dark eyeholes, you saw something of familiarity flash through his eyes as you extended your hand to give him the lollipop.

His hand reached to take the lollipop, his fingers brushed against yours and he grasped your right hand. Leaning closer to look at your hand- more specifically- your ring finger.

You held your breath being on the edge of your seat, watching as he stared and examined the scar intently. His other hand took the lollipop, and he took another few seconds to look at your hand before letting go.

He lifted his head to you, and with the pull in and release of a deep breath you ask him; "do... do you remember, anything?"

With a careful nod of his head, your eyes lit up, though before you could rush anything you reminded yourself he might have not remembered everything.

You offered a smile though, a way to tell him that you would wait.

If he was going to try and remember, you would wait.

•▪°○°▪•

As the rest of the visit ran on, you found out that Michael prefers not to be touched. For whatever reason he has, you respect it.

He accepted your offering, and you spent the time just to tell him what has passed in your life. Your brother, your paintings, the passing of your parents.

Soon enough you find you told him literally anything and everything you could think of.

Because you didn't want you to visit here to end.

And you were more than happy that he listened so intensely to you. A part of him hasn't changed, even if he doesn't remember how close you both were as kids. He was no stranger to you because, since the last time you saw him, it was through the few visits to Smith's Grove. He had that same empty, dark look in his eye, but there was always something else he had whenever he saw you.

He was always different somehow when it came to you.

Eventually, you knew it was time for your departure.

You stood up, reluctant and the thought of leaving was undesirable to you. A frown settled on your lips, "I have to go... but I want to stay." You tell him.

Michael's shoulders visibly slump at the words, you both had a mutual enjoyment of your visit to him.

Michael stood up too, and walked you over to the door, as though you were just walking home from an average day. Didn't mean you weren't flattered by the small gesture.

Right before you stepped through the door, a hand rested on your shoulder and turned you around.

You glanced up to him, confusion showed in your expression. A larger hand wrapped around the back of your own, holding it out.

Michael placed a bracelet down on your hand. As it made contact with your skin, you heard whispers in your ears. They told you what it was for.

A memento, a gift sent down to the Entity for Michael to give to you. So you can have access to this place whenever he is present here.

You would've hugged him right then and there, but the way his hand still rested under yours, you knew you should be happy in that on its own.

So you smiled brightly at him, before examining the bracelet. Sphere shaped stones of black and white, on the centre was a small golden plate with the letter 'M' engraved.

Michael stepped back, letting his hands fall to his sides."Thank you," you mouthed as the Entity's mist wrapped around you.

Your chest bursts with glee when you heard Michael's first word to you in years.

"Lollipop."

•▪°○°▪•

As you eyes opened, you were well aware of the item in your hands.

So scars aren't the only things that can manifest from the Entity's realm... You mused cracking an eye open, the sunlight poured into the room through the cracks of your blinds, illuminating it with rays.

You sat up, eagerly moving your hands so you could look at the bracelet again.

It's perfect. You thought with a content smile, mentally thanking the Entity for letting you have this outside the dreams, and to Michael for coming up with such a gift.

You slipped it onto your wrist and it fit as though it were measured and made for you.

You looked to yourself in the mirror, your hair was cut, sloppily and uneven. Though it didn't matter, you were completely fine with what came out of the results of it.

The rest of the morning was a blur, but you were happy. In the best mood, you've been in for a while.

Keith noticed the instant you sat at the table for breakfast, eyes shooting to the new accessory you wore, then to your hair.

"Where did that come from and what did you do to your hair?"

You game him a sly smile, taking a bite out of your food. If you could've, you'd be humming in glee. "An old friend gave it to me." You paused then answered his second question. "Something in the dream, it was my doing though. I will trim it before I leave."

Keith squinted his eyes, furrowing his brows and gave you a questioning look. "Okay... and who may that be?"

You let out a mute chuckle, making Keith even more confused. "You were 4 at the time, I'm not sure if you'd remember... with your goldfish memory."

"Hey!" He exclaimed, before letting out a snort and laughing. "Seriously (Y/n), who was iiit?"

You pointed to the 'M', "that's your only clue, Goldfish crackers." You called him that for a reason, he used to be so obsessed with those damn things as a kid. Eating them as a snack at any time, you were sure one day he'd choke and die off of them.

"It was a phase!"

In your response, you just used your hand in mockery, opening it and closing it as though it was a mouth.

You ate the rest of your meal quickly, so you could be done with fixing your hair and go out for a jog. I've been running so much in my dreams I think it takes a toll in the real world.

You made sure your hair was decently evened out before cleaning everything in the bathroom up.

Then went downstairs to the door.

You put on your shoes, making sure you have everything before making your way outside.

Your pace was faster than you'd usually do in the past. Kicking it up in speed have you get used to it.

Normally in matches, you would try to keep hidden as best as possible since you don't have the same amount of stamina as the others to last long in a chase.

Minutes passed, so did your surroundings and passersby. And despite your legs started to hurt from how long you were going, you still had a smile on your lips.

You stopped at the corner of the street when you decided to turn around to go back.

You had, however, choose to sit down on a bench first to catch your breath and rest your legs.

"Hey, love, didn't think I'd find you here." You jumped as Leah took a seat next to you. "Oh, you're still doing those mornin' jogs?"

You nod sending her a smile, "yeah, and you?"

"Same," she grins, "you know I used to be one of the top track athletes in uni!"

"Right, almost forgot." You chuckle, watching her eyes sparkle as usual.

"Cute bracelet," she commented, "what does the 'M' stand for?" She asks excitedly.

You rolled your eyes, "what's with everyone asking that?" Even though "everyone" was technically two people.

"Cause I'm curious, luv." She laughed, a genuinely curious gleam in her brown eyes.

"The name of my old friend, I met up with him recently." You answer vaguely, after all, you didn't meet him in the waking world.

"Ahh, okay. Well, gotta go! Nice talking to ya, (N/n)." She hopped up off the bench, waving to you as she ran off.

You waved quickly before she disappeared out of sight. Your smile wider as you went off your own way.

Things aren't so bad.

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