Michael stiffly stood still; frustration fuelling his thoughts as he debated whether or not to actually agree to your demand. On one hand, he was delighted by the handholding - and would love to kiss you again - but on the other hand, leaving you alone here with Voorhees was a terrible idea to him. Though...Though for some strange reason, he just couldn't say No to you. It was infuriating. So...So what was he to do...? Glaring at the other killer venomously, Michael's stubbornness slowly subsided; the stalker glancing into your gorgeous, (e/c) coloured eyes a second or two later and realising that he just couldn't deny your request, no matter how aggravating Voorhees truly was. So despite his possessive personality and overwhelming obsession, he - begrudgingly - lowered his head a little bit, complying with what you wanted whilst also ignoring Jason.

Besides, he could just focus on his one and only instead. And that...that was you. He was infatuated with you. Not only because of your lovely, (H/c) hair, your adorable expressions, and kindhearted thoughts - but also because of how...how different you were to them. You empathised with each of them, yet you didn't think the same way as them. At first it was nothing but total bewilderment - nothing more than sheer curiosity that sparked from his boredom after he'd finally lost interest in killing off Laurie. But the way you saw things, the way you reacted, the way you behaved...it threw him off instantly. Of course, there was your out-of-this-world beauty and attractiveness, but the other killers noticed that too - which definitely proved to be difficult for him. Still though, he simply couldn't stop thinking about his previous encounters with you.

—

"No!" "I don't think you're a freak. But...I don't get why you're trying to kill me. Can you...Can you at least give me a reason before you try? I...I just want to understand all this...because right now...at the moment, I don't."

—

"Will you tell me?" "Or do you just not want to tell me?"
"Myers doesn't talk. So the freak won't answer you."
"You don't talk...?"

"That's okay, it's not like I'm going to force you to. I don't think I could, anyway."
"W-What are you doing-?"
"Oh that's sweet," "You like her. How cute."
"W-Wait what-?"

—

"H...How did you..." "...How did you get in here...?" "Are...Are you..." "Are you going to kill me?" "What do you...What do you want from me...?" "I-Is...Is there something you need...? Fr-From me in particular...?" "Is it something to do with your sister? Laurie...right?"

"Here, maybe you could write down what you're thinking about...y'know, so I can understand what you're trying to say?"

—

"I-I'm so sorry-!" "I didn't see—" "—you...there...?"
"ᗯᕼY ᗯEᖇE YOᑌ ᗩᗷOᑌT TO ᑕᖇY? ᗪIᗪ ᔕOᗰETᕼIᑎG ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎ OᐯEᖇ TᕼEᖇE?" [A/N: "WHY WERE YOU ABOUT TO CRY? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN OVER THERE?"]

"No, no, everything is fine...!"
"YOᑌ ᗩᖇE TᕼE ᗯOᖇᔕT ᒪIᗩᖇ I'ᐯE EᐯEᖇ ᔕEEᑎ. ᗯᕼᗩT ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎEᗪ?" [A/N: "YOU ARE THE WORST LIAR I'VE EVER SEEN. WHAT HAPPENED?"]

—

"What do you want from me?" "Are you stalking me to take my life?"
"Freddy said you were completely heartless." "Is that true?"
"He also said that you only let me live because I'm your new obsession and that you're also a cold-blooded stalker. Is this true?"
"I have to get back to my psychology lesson now. But thanks for answering my questions. I appreciate that."

—

"Hey, hey, easy now."
"What's wrong, Mikey boy? Don't you have the balls to fight me? Or are you nothing but a weakling?"
"That's enough." "Don't listen to him. He's only trying to rile you up."

—

"Michael? Jeez, you really startled me...!"
"How come you decided to come in here, Michael? Everything okay?"

—

"Aww, you want me to stop for her. And here I was thinking that Norman was the sappy one. Such a little sweetheart, aren't you?"
"You, don't touch my mom again." "And you..." "You just...just do what you normally do."

—

"Michael...?" "I...I didn't even knock."
"I ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᕼEᗩᖇ YOᑌ ᑕOᗰIᑎG ᖴᖇOᗰ ᗩ ᗰIᒪE ᗩᗯᗩY. ᗯEᒪᑕOᗰE ᗷᗩᑕK." [A/N: "I COULD HEAR YOU COMING FROM A MILE AWAY. WELCOME BACK."]
"Oh... Thank you."

—

"I thought you'd be back at home. Have you been waiting all this time? Just for...me?"
"(Y/ᑎ). I ᗰIᔕᔕEᗪ YOᑌ." [A/N: "(Y/N). I MISSED YOU."]
"Yeah, I...I missed you too."

"ᗰᗩYᗷE ᔕO. ᗷᑌT I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ. ᔕO ᗰᑌᑕᕼ ᔕO TᕼᗩT I ᗯIᒪᒪ ᑎEᐯEᖇ ᒪEᗩᐯE YOᑌᖇ ᔕIᗪE. EᐯEᑎ Iᖴ YOᑌ ᗯEᖇE TO ᖇEᒍEᑕT ᗰE." [A/N: "MAYBE SO. BUT I LOVE YOU. SO MUCH SO THAT I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOUR SIDE. EVEN IF YOU WERE TO REJECT ME."]
"I see..." "Like I was going to say before, I think I'm going to head home now."

—

"I-I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't bump into you on purpose, I-I just wasn't paying any attention and—" "D...Didn't I tell you to stalk and wait for me outside!?"
"Anyway..."

"You agreed to hang out with me after classes ended, so...Whatcha wanna do...? Do you...have any ideas...?"
"So you wanted to hang out but you didn't have anything planned!?"
"Second thoughts, let's talk about this outside!"

—

"So..." "What do you like to do, Michael? Do you have any...y'know, hobbies...or interests...?"
"ᗷEIᑎG ᗷY YOᑌᖇ ᔕIᗪE, ᗷEIᑎG TOGETᕼEᖇ, ᗷEIᑎG ᑕᒪOᔕE TO YOᑌ—" [A/N: "BEING BY YOUR SIDE, BEING TOGETHER, BEING CLOSE TO YOU—"]
"Okay, okay, I get it!" "Alright...? I...I get it..."

"Is there anything else you like to do during your free time? Besides hang around me 24/7?"
"Can't you put the knife down?" "You might accidentally injure yourself with that, and—!"
"Shit, shit, shit!" "I...I'm so sorry! I...I didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything...!"

"But hey, at least we can walk home together, and—"
"Still, this is exactly why you shouldn't play with knives."
"I ᑕᗩᑎ ᑭᒪᗩY ᗯITᕼ KᑎIᐯEᔕ. YOᑌ'ᖇE TᕼE OᑎE ᗯᕼO GOT ᕼᑌᖇT. ᗷE ᗰOᖇE ᑕᗩᖇEᖴᑌᒪ." [A/N: "I CAN PLAY WITH KNIVES. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOT HURT. BE MORE CAREFUL."]

—

"Michael! Don't...Don't do that...!"
"ᗪOᑎ'T ᗪO ᗯᕼᗩT?" [A/N: "DON'T DO WHAT?"]
"Don't...Don't breathe against me like that..." "It's...well it's unnerving...!"

—

"I just wouldn't want to cause any more drama between you guys, that's all." "No more...unnecessary fighting or anything."
"GOᗪ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ." [A/N: "GOD I LOVE YOU."]

—

"But how did you...? I mean, I hadn't even reached the house yet..."
"ᑎO OᖴᖴEᑎᑕE, ᗷᑌT I ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᕼEᗩᖇ YOᑌ ᑕOᗰIᑎG ᖴᖇOᗰ ᗩ ᗰIᒪE ᗩᗯᗩY." [A/N: "NO OFFENCE, BUT I COULD HEAR YOU COMING FROM A MILE AWAY."]
"Oh..."

—

"So...? Is it alright, or...?"
"I ᒪOᐯE ᗩᑎYTᕼIᑎG YOᑌ ᗰᗩKE. IT'ᔕ ᗪEᒪIᑕIOᑌᔕ. TᕼᗩᑎK YOᑌ ᖴOᖇ TᕼIᑎKIᑎG Oᖴ ᗰE. I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ." [A/N: "I LOVE ANYTHING YOU MAKE. IT'S DELICIOUS. THANK YOU FOR THINKING OF ME. I LOVE YOU."]
"Thank you. I love you too."

—

"You want to know the best part about today...?"
"ᗯᕼᗩT?" [A/N: "WHAT?"]
"Spending Halloween with you~"

—

"Tonight's been great." "From the Halloween decorating, all the way down to right now. So...thank you."

"ᗩᑎYTIᗰE. YOᑌ ᗩᖇE ᗰY EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG<3" [A/N: "ANYTIME. YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING<3]
"Aww, Michael..." "That's just so sweet of you~"

—

"Oh my God, Michael!" "Hi...there."
"(Y/ᑎ). ᕼOᗯ'ᖇE YOᑌ ᖴEEᒪIᑎG TOᗪᗩY?<3" [A/N: "(Y/N). HOW'RE YOU FEELING TODAY?<3"]
"I'm fine, so please don't worry about me."

—

"(Y/ᑎ). I ᗰIᔕᔕEᗪ YOᑌ." [A/N: (Y/N). I MISSED YOU."]
"I don't understand. You saw her last night, how could you possibly...?"
"Michael's just a little over-the-top when it comes to how he feels, that's all."

—

"I ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T TᖇYIᑎG TO ᑌᑭᔕET YOᑌ. ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE ᗷEᒪIEᐯE ᗰE ᗯᕼEᑎ I ᔕᗩY TᕼᗩT. IT ᗯᗩᔕᑎ'T ᗷEᑕᗩᑌᔕE I ᗪIᗪᑎ'T TᕼIᑎK YOᑌ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᕼᗩᑎᗪᒪE IT EITᕼEᖇ. I'ᗪ TᖇᑌᔕT YOᑌ ᗯITᕼ ᗩᑎYTᕼIᑎG. ᗯITᕼ ᗰY ᒪIᖴE. YOᑌ ᗩᖇE ᗰY EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG. I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ."

[A/N: "I WASN'T TRYING TO UPSET YOU. PLEASE BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THAT. IT WASN'T BECAUSE I DIDN'T THINK YOU COULD HANDLE IT EITHER. I'D TRUST YOU WITH ANYTHING. WITH MY LIFE. YOU ARE MY EVERYTHING. I LOVE YOU."]

—

"What are you doing in here...?"
"I ᗰIᔕᔕEᗪ YOᑌ." [A/N: "I MISSED YOU."]
"That's a terrible excuse." "You're acting reckless again. You're not usually like this. What's going on?"

"I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ.
ᗰOᖇE Tᕼᗩᑎ ᗩᑎYTᕼIᑎG." [A/N: "I LOVE YOU. MORE THAN ANYTHING."]
"I love you more."
"I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ ᗰOᔕT." [A/N: "I LOVE YOU MOST."]
—

"(Y/ᑎ). I ᗰIᔕᔕEᗪ YOᑌ. ᗩᖇE YOᑌ ᖇEᗩᗪY TO GO ᕼOᗰE ᑎOᗯ?<3" [A/N: "(Y/N). I MISSED YOU. ARE YOU READY TO GO HOME NOW?<3"]
"I...I missed you guys too..."

—

"Michael...!" "A...Are you okay...? You're not hurt are you...?"

—

"M...Michael...?" "You're in Crystal Lake...? Why...? Did something happen...? You know you're supposed to wait by the entrance to pick me up, don't you...? Don't you...?"

—

"TᕼIᔕ Iᔕ ᔕTᑌᑭIᗪ. ᗯE'ᖇE GOIᑎG ᕼOᗰE. ᖇIGᕼT ᑎOᗯ. ᔕO ᑕOᗰE Oᑎ. ᒪET'ᔕ GO ᗩᒪᖇEᗩᗪY." [A/N: "THIS IS STUPID. WE'RE GOING HOME. RIGHT NOW. SO COME ON. LET'S GO ALREADY."]

—

"Michael...?" You timidly called; trying to catch his attention and therefore snap him out of his spaced-out state. "Are you...Are you alright...? Is...Is everything okay...?" The aggravated male stared the other killer down unfeelingly; hate flowing from his gaze before he glanced away a few seconds after and silently agreed.

"Y...Yay-uh...! Y...Yay-uh...! W-uh...alk-uh...ar-uh...oun...d-uh...the...l-uh...ake...! W-uh...alk-uh...ar-uh...oun...d-uh...the...l-uh...ake...w-uh...ith...(Y...Y/n)...!" Jason excitedly exclaimed, clapping his hands together like a child would and exaggerating your stay exponentially. [A/N: "Y...Yay...! Y...Yay...! Walk around the lake...! Walk around the lake with (Y...Y/n)...!"]

"Hey, hey, hey...Now wait just a minute." You interrupted firmly, stopping the Crystal Lake Killer from causing the stalker to grow even more jealous. "I promised Michael a proper goodbye instead of just sending him off like a puppy. That wouldn't be fair, nor would it be very nice."

"I...s-uh...pp...ose...n-uh...ot-uh..." Jason grumbled selfishly, clenching his fists as his eyes flickered to the ground. "B-uh...ut-uh...y-uh...ou'd-uh...b-uh...etter-uh...c-uh...ome...an...d-uh...w-uh...alk-uh...w-uh...ith...me...!" [A/N: "I...suppose not..." "But...you'd better...come and walk...with me...!"]

"I will, I will! I pinky-promise, m'kay...?" You loyally vowed, holding your pinky finger out to him and urging him to curl his around yours.

"Y...Y-uh...ou...pr-uh...om-uh...ise...?" He double-checked with a stern tone, pinky-promising and agreeing in return. [A/N: "Y...You promise...?"]

"Uh-huh." You told Jason with endearment, giving him a quick hug before spinning back around to Michael and entwining his hand in yours a second time. "I promise. So be ready for it, 'kay...?"

But although you said that first, Michael was way more prepared; the silent slasher wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you lovingly closer. A secret smile spread across your face as you softly shook your head, using your other hand to pleasantly push his pale mask up and move yourself nearer. Then, you pressed your lips sweetly against Michael's and so your eyes fluttered shut in the process. Of course Jason grew jealous - due to the romantic embrace - but there was nothing you could really do about it, knowing that this was the only way you could send Michael back to Camp Crystal Lake's proper Entrance. You definitely enjoyed it though, mostly because of the handholding and his arm around your waist. So in the end, the kiss with the soft-spoken male all worked out.