You stared at the painting.

Usually you had something in mind when you painted, lately, you had just been letting yourself run your brush across the canvas, as was this case.

You had subconsciously drawn Michael Myers.

You felt your ears burn in embarrassment, but you calmed yourself down seeing as nobody knew.

You definitely weren't selling it, but you didn't want to stash it away somewhere either. Hidden from sight.

Okay, so maybe your childhood crush was resurfacing. You'd be damned if it wasn't.

It was your little secret, that you had grown a puppy crush on the boy. Until it turned to feel like more than just a puppy crush.

You were 12 when you visited him, he had kept to himself though. He remained quiet as you told him how you missed him, the thought of him killing his sister was shocking, but in the end you felt as though you didn't care. Judith was always teasing you in a rude manner anyway. He was reluctant at first but allowed you to even hold his hand. You were beaming for days.

But your mother soon after had refused to let you go back to visit. So when you finally got your drivers license, you made your excuses to sneak out to Smith's Grove.

It was until you heard that Michael broke out of the place and then disappears (along with the woman Laurie Strode) soon after, you tried to get over your feelings for the man.

In truth, you never had gotten over those feelings, and now that you had spoken and reunited with your old friend you couldn't help but say they might have gotten stronger.

Without a doubt, you were a hopeless romantic.

With the sigh from your lips, you stood to clean your brushes and paint palette.

You stepped out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar to go to the bathroom.

You didn't notice your younger brother sneak into your art room.

•▪°○°▪•

The moment you "awakened" in the Entity's forest, you walked farther from the campfire in the faith of it leading you to Michael, to Haddonfield. You heard Claudette call for you, but you waved her off for the moment.

Unfortunately, the message was relayed to you at a certain point, he is in a trial.

You frowned, though you should have anticipated this possibility.

Disappointed, you turned back, not questioned by your odd actions. Though you could use the company of the others. They were a good company, after all, you enjoyed what they had to say, and they slowly began to warm up to you too.

You weren't going to lie, it was a pain to write down long sentences, but since you had no notepad and pencil- it was the best you've got at the moment.

You laughed at the jokes Meg and Nea cracked, sharing your own preferences on botany with Claudette. You listened to Bill and Laurie's stories, as well as David's past bar fights. When the question of your disappearance you had lied, anxiety-filled you of the possible negative reactions. "I offered it to wake me up early," you answer and left it at that.

You were entering their circle of family, the family that would power through this sickening, twisted game. You didn't want to possibly ruin that by telling them your relationship with Michael, but you also couldn't keep it hidden forever. So it was better sooner than later.

Now you sat, by the fire listening to Kate singing softly while Laurie toyed with your hair.

"Have you ever painted your nails?" Laurie asked, gently holding your hand to examine your fingers. "Like you would on canvases than just the normal base colour?"

Your head swayed in thought, "no I haven't." You wrote with your other hand.

Laurie nodded, taking notice to the beads sticking out from under your sleeve. "Haven't noticed that before... where did you get that?" She tapped gently on one of the beads.

You blinked, moving your sleeve to look at the bracelet only to have your cheeks heat up. You really hoped they would play it off as the light from the fire but that wasn't the case when Laurie looked up to you.

"Are you blushing?" Her smile shifted to a small smirk, and you shook your head. Unconvinced she says, "you're definitely blushing."

"I am not." You mouthed, making her smirk widen.

"Aw, did someone special give this to you?" She teased, holding your arm up to show the full bracelet. Letting out a short laugh before commenting, "it's very nice."

You huffed, taking glances at Claudette and Meg to help you. Even Nea or Jake, though they sent you sympathetic looks. You saw that they were just as amused as Laurie was.

"Bullies, all of you." You mouthed under your breath, the words intended but never really spoken to the ear.

"You never answered who gave it to ya." Meg pointed out, moving to sit on the edge of the log next to you and wrapped an arm around your neck. "Come on who's the special guy?" She paused to tap her chin before adding, "or girl, not sure which way you swing but I don't mind." The ginger grinned.

You shook your head in dismissal, though the two females next to you refused to move on until you told them something.

You held out the bracelet for Meg to see when she asked, admiring it as Laurie did. Maybe it came with that sort of charm?

Meg ran her finger over the letter, "what does the 'M' stand for, hmm?" She hummed looking to you, a smirk back on her face while she rose a brow. You turned your head away, embarrassed.

"Ohhh, is that the letter the name starts with?" Laurie perked up, your conversation now is between the three of you as the rest had moved on to their own.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nervously nodding.

"Aww cute," Laurie smiled, "please tell us their name? We wouldn't even be able to meet them..." She says, slumping her shoulders at the last words.

You sent her a saddened look before shifting to one more passive. You then wrote down in the dirt.

"I'm sure you all already know him." And as soon as they both read it, you kicked the dirt to erase the words. You couldn't take them back, but you knew you might have just given it away.

Before they could comment you watched as a single survivor ran back, Quentin, run through the pathway towards them. Then the three others appeared at the fire, back from sacrifice; Feng, Dwight, and Detective Tapp.

Then the chosen stripe painted its way onto Jake, Nea, Kate, and Claudette's cheek.

"Dammit," Feng cursed as she materialized right across from you. A shiver passed through you, you will never be used to seeing them come back from being killed. "So damn close," she groaned, "he had used a tombstone and tuff of hair for his power, annoying son of a-"

You cut her off with the raise of your hand, walking over to write, "who?"

"Oh, we were against the Shape." She answers resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

Your mouthed turned to an 'o'.

You choose to sit next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. You knew she was a former gaming competitor, she's normally frustrated if she wasn't able to escape.

You knew how much of a luxury it is to be able to wake up and walk around the real world, not trapped here.

For all you could do is savour that. You avoided forests for all that the survivors talked about. Because you knew if you had mistakenly entered the forest where the Entity takes people- you were done for.

•▪°○°▪•

He was a fool, for letting her entrap his mind.

Because of his recklessness, he had let one of his victims escape. Half his thoughts still wandering the depths of his mind, searching.

He was a complete fool for having her on his mind like this. But a part of him knew he didn't care.

He remembers snippets of memories from the past. Before he had killed Judith before he had been taken to the sanitarium.

And before the Entity had put his memories in a haze when he first arrived. Making it harder for his memories.

Not to mention he was also a fool for coming to get her.

(Y/n), what had you done to him?

In the few words and her previous unexpected visit to him, she had his head completely trapped by her. Just her.

Michael walked through the forest, the route is known well to him. For one, he was mad. The new member of killers had kept looking at her severed finger. As if it were the most amazing and interesting thing in the world, and some part of him said; to the Clown, it probably was. And it made Michael even more infuriated with him.

She could surely calm him down, as she looks to be no stranger to most of his behaviours. She knows him more than he admits he probably does.

He stopped at the treeline to the open ground, where the group of people sat down. She was right ahead of him, sitting next to the Asian woman he had recently mori-ed.

It was his younger sister who- that for a fact facing him as she sat- was the first to notice his presence. Pointing him out to the ginger, Meg, she sat next to.

When they brought this to some of the other's attention, as he recognized that 4 were out in a match.

(Y/n)'s head turned around, eyes blinking as they met Michael's. Before smiling slowly, and stood.

The Asian next to her reached for her hand, but she walked over swiftly before it could touch.

"What are you doing here?" She lifted her hands and signed.

Michael pointed a finger to her and seemed to surprise her as her eyes widened a fraction. Then she sent him a smile, sending an unfamiliar sensation through his stomach.

"You want me to come with you?"

He nodded, unconsciously wanting to grab her hand. He wanted to hug her, hold her, and protect her. He's never been so charmed by someone and it scares him.

"Okay, but let me tell them I'm going, all right?" He nods again.

She turns back towards the others, and Michael stands patiently and watches as their faces morphed through different expressions.

Eventually, she returned, and he could sense the slight bitterness radiating from her form.

So for once in his life, he reached to hold someone's hand.

She paused as he held her smaller hand in his, before looking to him and grinning so widely he was sure it hurt. But it was... cute.

She glanced back, before following Michael into the forest.

•▪°○°▪•

Your face was surely on fire, no doubt about it.

You had no idea where his idea to hold your hand came from, but it cheered you up from the few words given to you.

You knew they wouldn't trust him. You knew that all too well because he gave them a reason not to trust him. He's a servant to the Entity, used to kill and sacrifice.

You yourself cannot say you trust him a hundred per cent, after all, you haven't seen him for years. Now though he was certainly getting your trust back.

Surprisingly his hand was warmer than yours, holding him now made you realize how cold the forest was.

You did indeed care if the others hated you or not because of this because you rely on them when it came to matches. If they don't trust you, you might as well already be thrown under the bus.

But for now you pushed those thoughts aside, you had other things to focus on.

Instead of the Entity bringing you to Michael, it was Michael himself. Escorting you past the trees and shrubs that littered the plain.

His grip tightened a bit when you got closer to light through the trees, and you realized it was another opening in the forest.

You stepped closer to his side as it dawned on you, this is where killers stayed outside of trails.

Two heads out of three turned to look at you. The Doctor and Trapper stared at you, and your stomach dropped when you realize who didn't look at you.

The Clown too transfixed at staring at a finger to look at you. Until the Doctor said something for course.

"I didn't know you had a soft spot, Shape." The Doctor laughed, and for some reason, you always thought his laugh was a bit contagious. His eyes were very prominent to you, such a strange colour...

Your blood ran cold as the Clown's eyes met yours, and you shrunk back behind Michael. His hand squeezed yours reassuringly as you both walked by.

"What are you doing with her?" The stalker turned his head to acknowledge the Clown. Before pulling you along in haste.

The Clown was standing now, and you knew something was about to go down.

Michael sent him a warning glare, 'stay away from us.' It said, and you shivered how cold his eyes went in the short given time.

Both hands held onto Michael's, wearily watching the Clown as you passed, towards a pathway, trees arched over menacingly.

As you turned to walk down the path to Haddonfield, you increasingly tensed up as you felt the stare of the Clown burn into your back.

You will never get used to that stare.

You relaxed when you entered the realm of Haddonfield, the one hand sandwiching his fell back to your side. You breathed out a sigh of relief, glancing up at him.

Michael was looking ahead, guiding both of you to the blue house. At this point, you felt the waves of anger rolling off him.

Though that anger wasn't directed to you. You knew full well who he was angry towards.

You didn't say that though, you thought it was better you didn't mention anything about that. And you know in the end he appreciates it.

I suppose I know a lot of things about him. You thought amused, walking ahead of him up the steps of the front porch. Opening the door you stepped inside.

Something about the smell of pumpkin pie and the natural smell of fall made you feel much more comfortable than you'd first think.

You sat down, with Michael's invitation.

"Are you okay?" You didn't mention anything else, but you wanted to at least know he's all right.

He sat next to you on the couch this time and nodded slowly. You give him a smile, saying more than words.

As long as you're okay, I'll be too.