Michael Myers x Reader One-Shot Collection

I Won't Lose You Again (OG!Michael Myers x Reader)

Doctor Loomis, you learned his name, annoyingly never had any charges pressed against him for nearly killing two people, one being an innocent civilian. You. But he did retire not long after, being replaced by his student. Doctor Sartain, you think his name was. For months, you were unable to see or talk to Michael. He was obviously in a lot of legal trouble for that night. You had only learned all the details of what happened that night, what Michael did, the next day when it was on the news. It did frighten you a little, you admit. But it didn't change how much you cared about him.

The night before, you received a phone call from his new doctor asking if you'd be willing to visit Michael. He claimed he wanted to observe and study Michael with someone he seemed to care about. He was apathetic with everyone else. You were the only one that was noted that he had any kind of positive reaction to. You didn't care about being observed. You just wanted to see Michael again. You thought that you were separated from him for good once again. So you jumped at this opportunity immediately.

The door to the visiting room clicked open and you hopped to your feet. In walked two security guards on either side of Michael. You hated seeing him chained up so heavily. The doctor followed them in and glanced your way. "Ah! You must be (Y/N)." You gave him a small nod before looking back at Michael. "Excellent! I will just be sitting over here taking notes. Don't let me disturb you in anyway." you started to tune him out when you saw Michael being walked over and sat in the chair. You sat down after he was seated.

"Hi, Michael!" you say. You weren't sure why you were feeling timid at this moment. He tilted his head and looked at you. You reached down into your bag, having already been thoroughly scanned by guards, and pulled out some pictures. You looked at them with a small smile. They were pictures of the two of you when you were small children. The pictures were a little worn over the years, but otherwise still looked great. You flipped them around and slid them across the table to him. "Do you remember these?" You ask, still smiling. He responded with a single nod. You had hoped he would talk to you, but understood in a way why he wouldn't. His doctor let you know that he had been mute pretty much his entire stay at the sanitarium.

"You can have them... if you want." you say. He looked up at you silently. For a moment, there was no reaction. You felt a bit shy and nervous under his stare. After a minute though, he looked back down at the photos. He grabbed them and put them in his pocket, struggling a little to do so with his hands cuffed together.

You had many more visits with Michael after this. You were allowed to go once a week, typically. When you went, it was usually one sided conversations since he never spoke. But he always would watch you and listen. He never got annoyed or seemed disinterested. Occasionally he would nod or shake his head if you asked him a question. One time, you shared a nostalgic memory with him about the two of you as kids. You could of swore you saw the corner of his mouth curl upward ever so slightly. Almost as if he was smiling in his own way.

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A year had passed since that night. It was now Halloween of 1979 and you were alone at home, watching movies. Not a lot of kids trick or treated on Lampkin Lane in the first place. Even less came after last year. You didn't mind so much. You had a bowl of popcorn and candy to snack on while you watched Black Christmas. You had just finished Psycho before this. You thought about waiting to watch Black Christmas closer to Christmas time, but decided to just watch it anyway since it was a horror movie.

You weren't very far into the movie, maybe 10 minutes or so when you swore you heard your back door open. You paused your movie and set your bowl down before standing up and walking closer to your back door. "Hello...?" You call out, hoping maybe you were just being paranoid. You finally reached the door to see that it was unlocked. Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly looked around you. A sound came from your kitchen, making you jump. You quietly open your hallway closet and pull out the baseball bat you keep for protection. You slowly and quietly make your way to your kitchen, heart pounding against your ribcage.

You finally reached your kitchen and glanced around. It was hard to see in the dark, but so far you didn't see anything. You slowly move over to flip the lightswitch on, illuminating the kitchen. You felt something grab you shoulder and screamed. Turning around and swinging the bat at your home invader, the bat was quickly caught by a hand. The bat was yanked out of your hands and you looked up at the face of your attacker with tears in your eyes. You were met with a white mask.

Two blue eyes peered down at you through the eye holes of the mask. One eye darker than the other. The lighter being a milky color and scarring around it. You recognized those eyes anywhere. And then you recognized the mask that you had saw a year prior. "Michael...?" You mumble. His hand reached up and gently grabs your upper arm. "Oh my gosh... What are you doing here? How-" you spit out before just shaking your head and wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. His arms stiffly return the hug, rubbing your back a little.

"I should scold you for breaking out again. You're gonna be in so much trouble!" You tell him. "But..." Your voice quiets down "I'm glad you're here... I actually get to hug you. They never let me touch you there." You hug him again and bury your face in his chest. "Sorry for trying to hit you with a baseball bat. I thought you were a burglar." Michael gave you a small headpat.

Your reunion was cut short when your house began to light up red and blue. Of course, this would be one of the first places they'd look for him. You'd been visiting him every week for the better part of a year. You dove for the kitchen lightswitch and flipped it off. There was a loud knock at your front door followed by a muffled "Haddonfield Police! Please open up!"

Not caring that your TV was still on, you grabbed Michael's wrist and pulled him toward the back door. "Come on, we're leaving." He didn't budge at your pull and you spun around and looked at him. He tilted his head in confusion. Why were you going to run with him? Shouldn't he be the one leaving and you staying? Either lying and saying you hadn't saw him or tell the truth that he was there but left when they showed up. You got closer to him and looked in his eyes. "I've lost you not once, but twice. I'm not losing you a third time." You say with a ferocity.

Another knock sounded through the house, this one louder than the last. "Come on. Before they get suspicious and come around the back." you say again before pulling on his arm once more. This time, he complied and out the back door you both went. As quietly as you could, you both walked quickly toward the fence that divided your yard from your neighbor behind you and hopped over the fence. You both were encased in total darkness right as one of the officers came around the back door and started peering inside through the window. You didn't care about the belongings you were leaving behind. Perhaps you could sneak back on another day and grab the important things. For now, all that mattered to you was Michael.