《A/n: Welcome to the chapter where everything escalates. (Also plopydoodle, I told you >;3 ) also for Friday the thirteenth, I made the art above, inspired by the fanfic I'm currently writing under "Books and Pages" which I suggest checking out the first two published chapters (I have written a Michael x Reader one-shot on there) 》

It was indeed difficult for even seven of the ten days, you did your best knowing eventually you'd see him again.

It wasn't as though it were forever.

The seventh night something changed.

While in the middle of a match, while being trying to escape the Cannibal mid-chase; you had woken up.

You sat up, breathing through your nose while your hand flew up to your mouth. A wave of nausea washed over you and you had flung yourself out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.

Last nights dinner went up and out of your system, cringing at the bitter aftertaste. You flushed the toilet, breathing in and out to calm your nerves.

A quick rinse of your mouth with water and mouthwash, you looked around you, you were indeed back in your home. Not in the Entity's realm.

You snuck downstairs after, getting youself a glance of water. Even though you had slept at nine last night and it was now half past five (eight hours passing) you felt far more fatigued than you normally should.

Glancing at the calendar you knew why you felt off, you were supposed to get your period two days ago.

With a frown you decided to stay up and make breakfast, ignoring it for the moment. Settling with french toast you set to work.

You were in the middle of finishing Keith's serving when he came downstairs.

You watched him stretch and yawn, greeting you a cheery, "good morning."

You nodded back to him, putting the rest of the french toast on his plate. You gestured for him to grab it, which he did with a thankful grin.

You smiled at him, and went over to the freezer. A song playing itself in your head.

"What are you doing?" Keith asked as he sat down.

You shrugged, taking out the (flavour) ice cream.

"For breakfast... you're having ice cream with your breakfast?"

You shrugged again, taking a large spoon and grabbing ice cream from the container and onto a side of your plate next to the toast.

"Weirdo... just- weirdo." Keith laughed before happily digging into his meal.

You smiled, rolling your eyes and then going to sit across from him. Without another glance at him you began to eat.

•▪°○°▪•

"Everything looks great, Leah." You commented as you both finally looked at the room. Decorated with purple and gold streamers and few balloons in the corners in similar hues. The cake would be taken out to the table once the party actually started.

"Thank you for your help, it turned out better than I expected." She grinned brightly at you.

You nod in agreement, "they will be arriving soon?"

"Yep! Birthday girl is last of course." She takes a sip from her glass of water, "thanks a lot for this. I owe you one now."

You shake your head, stubborn. "No, it's okay. I choose to do this." You signed, smiling. Leah just shakes her head and rolls her eyes, grin still present.

You were happy to help, it kept your mind off things and you don't mind lending a hand to a friend.

"Gosh you're to sweet, luv." Leah says, placing her cup down and hugging you.

You patted her back as you hugged her back. Just as you broke from the hug, the doorbell rang.

"Oh that must be them!" She exclaims, before turning to you. "I know you aren't that social, so I say you can pick first movie on the t.v and chill in the living room, 'kay?"

You grinned at the offer, nodding and dashing off to the living room so you could look through the selections. You heard Leah's footsteps pad through the hallway to the front door.

Even though you'd helped with the set up, you knew you'd rather stick to yourself or with Leah during the event.

That was fine though as you picked up a disc of (favorite movie).

•▪°○°▪•

The later it got the more tired you became, increasingly craving the taste of coffee.

You got up from the couch, making your way through the small crowd and groups.

You found Leah with Amélia speaking to her with a big grin.

You tapped on the brunettes shoulder, flashing a smile to Amélia before signing to Leah. "Can I make some coffee? I know you have a small stash." You gave her a knowing look.

Leah nods before cheekily saying; "just cause I'm British doesn't mean I just drink only tea."

Amélia chuckles, "I heard you had helped Leah with this, merci."

You nod to her with a small smile before going over to the kitchen. Grunting with a stretch as you felt a spike of pain through your lower back.

Ignoring it you continued, going to the cabinets and searching for the coffee Leah keeps hidden.

Of course, hidden behind some small boxes of tea.

You smirk to yourself with a mental chuckle. She doesn't ever seem to change.

You boiled the water, browsing your phone while you wait.

"Hey there." You glanced up, nodding to the male before looking back down to your screen, hoping it wouldn't lead to where you think it would. "What are you making?"

You glanced up again, this time grabbing the box of coffee beans and holding it up for him to see.

"Silent treatment huh?" Your lips tugged to a frown, how assuming of him.

You shook your head, pointing to your throat hoping to convey the fact you are mute. Increasingly getting more upset as he looked confused.

You waved him off, wanting him to leave you alone at the moment. Though he didn't budge from his spot by the counter.

You rose a brow, and he rolled his eyes.

"I was hoping to get your number."

Let out a sound, closes thing to a snort and shook your head. Tugging upwards at the collar of your shirt consciously.

No you were not giving this fool your number. Neither did you ever think about giving anyone else your number, not after everything between you and Michael.

You motioned him to leave with the shake of your head. Turning to grab a mug from the shelf.

You took the nearest one with the words "cheers" in red bold letters.

"What, why?" You narrowed your eyes at him, becoming increasingly angry with his persistence.

You did not answer this time, done with him as he continued to pester you for your phone number.

"Pardon moi, I need to have a word with my friend here." You looked back to see Amélia move between you and him. You mentally thanked her for stepping in, knowing you might have snapped at him.

You were far to tired to deal with a guy trying to hit on you.

If Michael knew, the guy would probably be dead by now. You thought amused, then questioned why Leah had to invite such a person to the party.

"O-oh sorry," clearly embarrassed, he walks off leaving the two of you alone by the counter.

Amélia sighs, turning to you. "I hope he didn't upset you that much."

You held a thumbs up before it wavered sideways. Shrugging before turning back to make the coffee. You looked to the woman before gesturing to the coffee.

"Ah, non merci, I'll pass." She smiles, taking an orange from the fruit basket.

You nod, giving a curt bow as thanks before finishing the coffee with milk and sugar.

"If the man returns to bother you, come find me or Leah." She says before walking back off into the party.

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You were left alone for the rest of the party, other than a few conversations with Leah and Amélia.

You returned home around nine that night, feeling increasingly tired as well as queasy. You were feeling off.

You entered the realm of the Entity's still questioning your state of being.

Then, while at the campfire, you were approached with the faint sounds of singing.

Laa, la, la la, la la laa...

Laa, la, la la, la la laa...

It felt trippy being put to sleep when you were already in a dream.

When you came to, you were face to face with Freddy Krueger.

You rose a brow with narrowed eyes at the killer, hearing the sounds of his blades sliding against each other.

He chuckled, "they don't restrict us from see you "survivors"." He said, casually sitting by you on the log.

Jake had taken notice of your slept state, "what does he want."

You shook your hand at him, still watching the Nightmare. Giving him a gaze that clearly said, "what do you want?"

He snickered again, looking you over with his own questioning look. "You been to the doctor recently?"

Your brows knit together, mouthing; "what do you mean?"

The Nightmare rolled his eyes, "what I mean is; do you know you have a child inside you?"

You stared for a few full seconds, trying to understand what he said until it hit you like ten bricks to the face. Your mouth was ajar like a fish out of water, staring wide eyed. You wish you could say anything a loud to voice your expression.

"Are you okay?" Feng Min asks with a hint of concern by your expression.

Then he broke out into laughter, between mock and genuine amusement. "Fuck, your expression was far too funny. Guess that answers my question."

"You better not hurt her, Kruger." Jake sneered, hearing the claws clash together.

"I'm not one to get a fucking beating from the Entity. I'm not stupid... fucking bitch..." He muttered irritatingly under his breath. With a huff he turned his attention back to you, even with his response Jake wasn't able to hear it unless also put into the dream state. "So it was with Michael then right?"

Did he want gossip? You asked yourself, still trying to wrap your head on what he had just informed you. You grabbed a stick of the ground and wrote fast and sloppily on the dirt; "how did you know?"

He snickers, "I can see aura's, feel them. I didn't think it was a child until I got close enough." He says in a tone you think is smug, but the information still baffled you.

"You're sure?"

"Unless my own body and mind is fucking with me then yes." He rolls his eyes and stands up, "well this will be interesting news, I'm suprised the child isn't dead from the trials you were put it... then again..."

"Then again what?" You mouth, wanting him to finish the sentence.

"Nothing... though I'd be much more cautious now with that burden."

Burden...? You scoff, glaring at him, though you would take up the advice on being much more careful.

And incase he was lying, you'd already plan to visit your family doctor after breakfast.

•▪°○°▪•

Following through with your plan, you now waited within the doctor's office filled with anticipation.

You already went through with the pregnancy test, far too distracted to even realize the doctor return.

What on earth will Keith think? What will Michael think?! After what happened in his childhood... oh lord have mercy.

"Ms. (L/n)?" A hand was placed on your shoulder, the doc gave you a cheerful smile. "Would you like to know the results now?"

You swallow the lump in your throat with a nod she take a read through the paper in her hand.

"Your test has come out positive."

You weren't sure if the sudden feeling was from happiness or dread.

For one, you were not at all prepared to face this, and at the same time... you were pregnant with Michael's child.

She smiled at you comfortingly, "are you alright? I'm sure it must be a huge shock."

You nod in agreement, no doubt about that.

The information sinked in like a rock thrown into a pond. In this case your mind was the pond, the ripples being waves of clashing emotions.

If this case though it was more like a large wave from the ocean.

You didn't know if you wanted to break into tears of happiness or of fear of the future.

The warm hand patted your upper back gently, bringing you back to reality. "If there is any problem's don't hesitate to make an appointment, okay?"

You nod, bowing in thanks and took your bag and the paper she handed you.

You left the building and drove back home in a daze, face neutral and blank, you didn't know what to express.

Sp you took the blank facade, terrified yet excited, and most of all exhausted, you were sure a headache was creepy up on you. This was the ninth night coming up, one more... and you'd have to come clean to Michael at some point.

That was far easier said than done.

You'll take the advice not to mention it for another week or so... easier said than done.

•▪°○°▪•

You and Keith sat in silence the news ate you up like hurricane. You know you've been tense during the whole dinner, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

Keith groaned, smacking his hands down on the table. "What's wrong, (Y/n). Something is bothering you."

No kidding. You bit your bottom lip, eyes casting down with a growing frown. "I... I can't really say it right now, give me more time... just trust me with this okay?"

Keith looked at you quizzically before nodding slowly, "alright... but you better tell me at some point."

You smiled, giving him a reassuring nod as your mind wandered back to what else you'll need to do.

Pregnant... how fun.

•▪°○°▪•

"You wanted this meeting to happen, so what is it you desire this time?"

Michael thought about rolling his eyes at the Entity. The cold dark was chilling to him, but he hadn't faltered his gaze.

The Entity knew exactly what he wanted, "are you sure for such a wish?"

A nod from the masked killer.

"Perhaps it'd be best I give you time on the matter, did you know if I do that then'll I would have to trap her in this realm forever?"

Michael's fists clenched, no, it "wouldn't have to" it wants to trap her.

"I don't think even she realizes she is brought to my realm physically now, while she is asleep of course. Though recently something did happen..." The whispers mused as it trailed off. "I can understand why you'd want to keep her out of the trials. But I do not do things nicely, a mutual exchange as I see fit."

He hated the creature, wishing he could grab it and rip it to shreds.

But alas he could not.

"Think. Think about it, if you have made a final decision for her wellbeing, I will bring you back here."

And then Michael was placed back into the realm of Haddonfield.

To keep her safe from trials she'd in turn be brought into the Entity's realm, not able to wake back in the real world.

She'd be trapped like the rest of them.

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《A/n: I could really go for some SCP-420-J right about now am I right bois?

Ciao~¡》