《A/n: republished cause my wattpad is having problems 》

Michael watched as the woman next to him disappeared, left disappointed.

He didn't mention it at the time, but the haze the Entity put into his mind began to clear.

He remembered more now. More memories with the (h/c) haired girl. She was his best friend.

Friend, was a weird word in his mind. He hasn't had a friend because he knew he didn't need one. That, and the fact no one would willingly be his friend.

Except for her.

He needed time to think, perhaps it was better she was gone so he could be left alone to his mind. But he couldn't forget the warmth that cuddled next to him, he yearned more.

Michael Myers has not been in love for many, many years.

The feeling so foreign to him, it was something he was unfamiliar with acting out. So he thought back, back into the past before coming here.

He remembered the visits back and forth from her house to his. Watching old cartoons and playing games.

He remembered the hand holding she would initiate during visits. He never pulled away, just... letting his hand be held loosely.

He remembered trying to find her location before going about Cynthia.

He came up empty handed, she had moved out of town. It was a question on whether it was close by or far.

Michael leans his head back, he has a lot to "say" next time he sees her.

Right now though, he needs to make it very clear to the Clown that she is not his.

•▪°○°▪•

When you awoke, you rubbed the dryness from your eyes and yawned. You definitely felt better- not a hundred per cent- but much better.

He had been so... soft about everything. You had never expected him to be so considerate for your mental and physical health, it melted your heart.

You were getting ready to go downstairs when Keith opened your door.

You sent him a glare for not knocking, but his face held a sense of seriousness. "Someone's here to ask you a few things." He pressed his lips into a line.

You rose a brow, still in your pyjamas when you walked down the stairs to the front door.

You merely let out a squeak when you opened the door to someone you've seen in papers and interviews; Dr Loomis.

"Doctor Sam Loomis," Keith said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You gave him a grateful look, you weren't sure how well Loomis was at sign language. Good thing Keith still has his voice to be your translator.

"Good morning." You signed, which Keith repeated a loud after.

"So Doctor Loomis, what is it you needed with my sister?" Keith asked, raising a brow suspiciously.

The older man sighed, "I'm here to ask about Michael Myers. You are aware he is missing? As well as his younger sister, Laurie Strode?" He questioned.

You nod, and so does Keith.

"You are the only person who knew Michael on a more personal. We have no traces to follow, and resort to asking if you have any clue at all where he may be."

You mentally laughed at that, and when you looked into Keith's (e/c) eyes you saw a hint of amusement too. "No, I have not. You should know I have not seen Michael for years."

Keith read your hands, then repeated it to Dr Loomis. Who frowned, "are you sure?" He pressed.

You pursed your lips, nodding your head and slowly (and reluctantly) invited him inside, "tea?"

He raised a hand and shook his head, "no, no I am okay. Thank you for your time." His tone wavered, rough with irritation, and exhaustion. You suppose he had been doing this search for Michael for a while.

You watched him walk back to his car, adjusting the hat on his head as he got in.

Your eyes met his, and your gaze followed the car until it disappeared past the corner of the road.

"I think he might come back." You tell Keith, closing the front door.

"Maybe, I mean he seemed to look at you really suspiciously. So he might." Keith shrugged. "Come on, you're turn to cook breakfast." He smirked and you rolled your eyes.

"Okay okay fine."

•▪°○°▪•

You went out that day, rather than staying inside. Leah and Amélia had invited you to lunch and the mall, though you weren't going to lie when you knew you'd be more of a third wheel.

You met up with them at Leah's café, taking Amélia's car to their destination.

You weren't used to being out and about with friends. You went out on your jogs sure, but you normally stayed home painting or something.

This is nice though, the thought passed as you watched Leah and Amélia bicker in the front seats with amusement.

You were proven wrong on being a third wheel, they had included you just as equally. Shopping was fun too, you restocked on the paints you needed, along with pencils.

Leah bought Amélia a book she was eyeing for a good two minutes. Which you thought was cute.

Otherwise you had fun, it kept your mind of things like the Clown, while giving you time to think about Michael.

You still love him, without a doubt. Especially with what happened in yesterday's dream, you never knew he could be so gentle.

He has earned your full trust.

As much as you wanted to go back to sleep and enter the Entity's world, you were scared. What if you were sent back into a game with the Clown?

No... do not think about him, if you see him again... hide or run. Don't let him catch you.

•▪°○°▪•

You opened your eyes, gasping quietly at the scene, Haddonfield.

You looked around the neighbourhood, the same setting as when you visit Michael.

You began your path on the nearest house, the blue one Michael stayed in.

Instead of a fully furnished home, all you found was a single sofa, and a staircase you could only guess leads to the basement. This house was altered, not only in its lack of furniture but it was smaller than the one you've visited. It lacked a lot.

You walked upstairs for the first time, being right to expecting it bare. You peeked in the left room, seeing a generator.

Might as well start repairing. You crouched down, taking wires and twisting knobs. As you got midway through repairing the gen, you heard a chime of music play. Seemingly out of nowhere, as it echoed through the air around you.

Strange, you've never heard that before; unless...

You pressed your lips into a line, everything in you was saying it was probably Michael. He was the only killer you haven't gone against.

The thought shook your core, would he have to kill you too?

You shook your head, focus, you need to focus.

You heard a scream in the distance, though you kept your eyes on the generator, you were nervous.

Another scream echoed, your teammate had fallen fast.

You frowned when sparks flew from the gen every now and then. A special perk from the Entity, Hex: Ruin. You were sure you'd only seen a few killers have this ability; the Hag, the Huntress, and Trapper.

What's worse is that you didn't know where totems would spawn in this realm.

You worked on the generator slower than you'd like. Whoever was downed got hooked. Her higher pitched scream rang through the realm and shook you.

You weren't sure whether to finish the generator or help the person on the hook. Though you were almost done the generator.

You stood when the generator was completed, the lights in the house that was previously flickering lit up.

You walked back down the stairs, glancing around before leaving through the back door.

Most of the other houses were boarded up, inaccessible to you and anyone else. You walked through the gateway between the fences, walking up to a boarded doorway to test the strength of the planks.

Not gonna budge then... you sighed, walking between a pallet and the wall to peak past the corner.

You jumped when a hand wrapped around your neck, turning you around.

"Michael..." You mouthed with a relieved breath. Your eyes trailed to the dark eyes, the ones that have entranced you ever since you've met him.

His hand left your neck, resting on your cheek. You leaned into the touch, knowing he has no plan to sacrifice you. You placed a hand over him, a sense of intimacy passed through the both of you.

Then you hissed, eyes snapping open, the sudden pain at your collarbone shook panic in you.

Until you saw exactly what the pain was from.

His knife was sharp, and he traced it across your skin with such precision you'd have thought he did this often.

You sucked in another breath when he pulled the knife away. It took your breath away, and as much as it reminded you of what the Clown did. Michael was much different than the Clown. You saw how soft his gaze was as he stared at his work, then to you.

"I love it... though it does hurt a tad bit..." You signed before pressing a hand to the carved heart.

•▪°○°▪•

Michael reluctantly watched you leave.

He'd only let you escape.

Though the Entity's whispers to kill had faltered when he chose his decision.

It was an acceptance of his feelings. Michael had known the Entity's hesitancy with allowing such a thing.

But if it decided to force him to kill her. Well- he'd be a lot more stubborn on not sacrificing anything at all.

He wouldn't accept a fall like that, Michael Myers was much too stubborn and patient to let it happen.

He turned his attention to the cue of a generator exploding.

As long as he kills the others, he is sure there wouldn't be a big problem for the Entity letting (Y/n) go.

Michael walked off, taking one more glance at the same time she did before he disappeared around the next house.

•▪°○°▪•

No doubt you were guilty of being the only one to escape, it felt unfair that whenever you saved someone Michael wouldn't even pretend to chase you.

To him, you were not a target.

You felt bad for leaving through the hatch once all three had fallen.

But you reminded yourself you'd also be hurt inside if he did sacrifice you.

When you woke up, the thought passed through your mind; which one is better?

You frowned before shaking your head from the thoughts. Enough for now, you told yourself, a weak smile crawling up your face when you felt the heart. Now formed to a scar, it wasn't even sloppy.

You weren't angry, you consider this another step to a better relationship with him.

You felt yourself blush, and threw off the covers to fix yourself.

You needed other things to do, save the thoughts for later.

Taking the (f/c) brush you fixed your hair, now shorter than it had been before since your offering.

You took your leave from the bedroom. Today you'd need to check your business e-mail, it's where you'd get your commissions. Since you've been sleeping in so much, you weren't sure if you should go for your morning (rather an afternoon) jog or not.

When you entered the kitchen, Keith's head turned to you from the oven. "Morning sleepin' beauty." He greeted with a dorky grin.

"Morning," you signed, blinking at the oven. "What are you baking?" The scent of chocolate came to your nose.

"Cake, did you forget it was a certain someone's birthday?"

You blinked again, uh- oh shi-

"I forgot!" You signed quickly, your mind more clear than hazy from your dream. You completely forgot it was Jess's birthday, a wave of panic washed over you.

Keith glanced at your collar, "why do you think I have icing and stuff on the table? I knew you'd forget since you have other things going on. Go eat, and then help me decorate okay?"

Your shoulder's slump, nodding in defeat.

"Oh and, sis?"

"Yes?"

"You should cover that heart when Jess gets here, then bring it up and show her..." Keith's (e/c) eyes gleamed in amusement.

Your face flared in embarrassment, puffing out your cheeks and nodded.

Sometimes you weren't sure who's the older sibling.

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《A/n: whoops, this is slightly shorter but the next one will have more Mikey :3

Ciao~¡》