You woke up with a giant smile on your face, your heart still flying in your chest when you stood up out of bed. The memory of that kiss lingered in your mind.

You felt like a teenage school much to your dismay.

You sat in bed for while, just smiling to the ceiling while tracing the heart on your collar.

A quick check of the time to see the numbers '11:19 am' flash on the digital clock.

Your stomach rumbled, a reminder that you should eat breakfast soon.

With a quick fix to your bed and hair you walked down the stairs. Pausing when you heard a third voice other than Jess and Keith.

With knitted brows you walked out to see exactly who it was, though you had a feeling you already knew who.

"Oh my God! (Y/n) where-" Keith's sentence was interrupted when Jess ran up and hugged you.

"Where in the world did you go!? We were all worried about you!" Jess exclaimed, you peaked over her shoulder and saw the curious yet serious face of Dr. Loomis.

You stared at her confused, before Keith mouthed to you.

'Lie, they don't know.'

You pursed your lips and frowned, "sorry, I... I snuck out for a bit." You signed, the truth hidden away when she squinted at you, trying to see if you were lying.

She breathed out a sigh, "please never leave without a word. It made us all worried. I came into your room to wake you up and you weren't in bed!"

So that's what...

"Sorry Jess." You apologized, hoping to see forgiveness in her blue eyes. She closed them, and when she reopened them you saw that she bought your lie.

"Just don't leave without saying a thing at least."

And with a nod she dropped her arms back to her side and gave you back your space.

You turned your attention to Samuel Loomis. You signed to him, "is there something else you needed?"

Keith took it upon himself to repeat what you signed.

The doctor nodded, "for one I'd like to question what it is you have on your collar, then your wrist."

You froze, narrowing you eyes, Jess took a quick glance at your collar before giving a short gasp.

"Is that a heart? Who did that to you?" She asked, making Loomis nod for whichever reason. You guessed it to be the fact she had confirmed that something was on your neck.

You huffed, "no one."

"Bull shit (Y/n)!" Jess exclaimed before apologizing, "sorry for cussing."

You shook your head, neither of them believed you and Keith was the only one who knew the truth.

You refused to answer that, stating to Loomis it was a personal issue. Jess sat down on the seat with a frustrated groan at your stubbornness.

You already made up your mind that you'd never betray Michael. You did that when you first visited him at the Smith's Grove.

"Then what about the bracelet?" He questioned.

"An old gift, from Michael when we were little."

Keith glanced at you, and in the few seconds of eye contact he got your message. He knew it was better to listen than face whatever you'd do later on. You knew your brother like you knew your own mind.

He told Loomis what you had signed, no hints of giving away the lie in his tone.

"You don't seem a hundred percent honest, by how stiff you are. Or is that because of the last topic." He asked, and you started to become annoyed at how persistent he was.

"The second one," you paused briefly, "do you care about finding Myers that much?"

"He is evil itself in the form of a man, I have seen it myself. I cannot allow such a person to walk freely wherever he may be."

That's not true, he's not all 'evil'. You thought, a flash of your dream and you knew you were right.

"You're wrong, when I knew him there was always a look in his eyes when he saw me. You don't know him like I did." You signed in past tense, one wrong word and he could find it suspicious.

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean his crimes and murders can be overlooked."

You fell silent, before asking the doctor, "are you done here?"

"Yes, thank you for your cooperation. If there is anything else I require, I will be back."

He stood, excusing himself and Keith saw him out. Leaving you and Jess in the living room for the moment.

"Can you be honest with me now?"

Jess stared at you, eyes pleadingly. You face had switched back to its blank look, the whole situation no longer leaving you in your amazing mood.

"With?"

"The heart, I want to know how you got that."

"My dream. Happy?"

"No, because you said you got your scars when a killer rammed a chainsaw to your back." She placed emphasis on several words. "That means a killer cut that into you."

"I let them."

"Y-you... you let them? Who is them?" She asked, her tone in disbelief.

"I... can't answer that." You signed, instead telling her everything else, leaving Michael's name out of the picture.

"When I disappeared this morning, I... I didn't sneak out, I was asleep. In the Entity's realm."

"The Entity again? If you were asleep then how come you weren't in bed...?"

"I don't know." You shrugged as you signed.

"Why don't you see a doctor about all this? How can you be sure you're not just having a mental problem?!" Her voice grew louder as Keith walked into the room.

You eyes grew cold, growing a scowl and replied; "look, Jess I understand you are worried, but my business is none of your concern. I made up my mind already."

With that, you gave her a final warning look, watching her shrink back into the cushions before walking off upstairs. You brushed off the stare on your back and went to your art room.

You slammed the door, locking it behind you and sat down on the wooden stool with a huff.

You've made up your mind, there is not a lot of things that could do to change that.

With a deep breath you stood to get your materials.

Paint, finish the painting to think about something else.

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"What did you say to her?" Keith demanded, watching his older sister walk out angrily.

"I was just asking her how she got the heart on her collar."

"It's a very personal thing for her."

"She should see a doctor though! What if she dies from this? How do we know she isn't doing these things herself-"

"Stop, Jess." Keith cut her off, hurt that she'd be so accusatory of (Y/n). "For one, how is it possible for her to get scars of different weapons on her (for the most part) her back? Second of all, she used to always be in bed when she's asleep, next thing I know is that she's not in bed when she was- for a fact- sleeping."

"But-"

"No, Jessica... we all need a breather after this, but you can't just go saying that. I understand, we're all worried for her situation, but what ever she is going through... well, she'll have to do it alone if we can't access whatever dreams she's in."

"You should be worried about her to though, you're her brother aren't you? How come you aren't scared of what could happen to her? Sure she's not dead now, but what if whatever happens in her dream pushes her to suicide?"

"She's stronger than that. Despite the weird tendencies and her weaker body, she's got an iron will. It would take more than that to break her."

"How do you know for sure?" She furrowed her brows.

Keith grinned, proudly as he stated; "throughout the month I have seen her moods change as she walks into the kitchen for breakfast. When she walked downstairs today she had the brightest smile I have seen in the whole week."

Her fists unclenched, face falling to a more solemn expression.

"You... you give her your full trust with this... don't you."

"Her... and the one I haven't met who'll probably end up protecting her through whatever happens."

Jessica paused, raising a brow to Keith. "You know who she was talking about then?"

He grinned proudly once more, "of course, Jessie. I am her brother after all." He gave her a joking look before continuing in a more serious manner, "you owe her an apology, for what you said."

"I..." She looked down, "okay... you're right, I do."

"Right, now do you wanna watch something before your mom calls for you?"

"Ha ha." She rolls her eyes, "... okay sure..."

•▪°○°▪•

"You seem chipper." The Doctor cackled, frozen wide eyes stared at Michael's waiting form.

The Shape was examining his bloodied knife (something granted by the Entity which the older killers called 'a prestiged weapon') before glancing up at the Doctor.

"I have to agree with the Doctor on that." The Trapper piped up, crossing his legs from where he sat on the logs. "You've also got some serious adrenaline burning off you from all those matches."

Michael looked back to his knife, acknowledging them only with the dismissive wave of a pale hand.

"What's gotten into you stalk-y boy?" The Doctor asked curiously, giggling when he sent a spark of electricity into the air.

Michael didn't respond, ignoring them at that point to rather focus on what he plans for the next game.

He glanced up to the sounds of heavy footsteps, eyes growing cold as they met with the Clown's.

"Uh-oh." The Doctor cackled, they both sent him a glare for the sound.

Michael choose to ignore the Clown too after making the light from the moon bounce off blood and metal from the knife and to the Clown's eyes. Knowing the blinded his vision in that spit second, and knowing that he understood it was a warning.

He sent another challenging look before walking off, towards the survivor camp. For whichever reason that was, Michael didn't question it unless it directly involved the man.

Michael Myers, was not a man to mess with.

The last memory, in his last meeting with the Clown. Michael had used the most of his strength and a power from the Entity to be able to hurt the other killer.

Stabbed him twice before the Entity choose to restrain him.

In exchange he was to kill all four survivors in every match for the next 10 trials.

It was well worth it when he still saw the Clown walk away awkwardly, clutching his side.

Very much so.

And a final look to the fire the darkness of the Entity surrounded him, and the next thing he knew, he was in the realm of Cold Wind Farm.