#halloween au

Michael Myers x Reader

Summary: What if Michael wasn’t in his sister’s room to stare at his own reflection?

Other’s could only speculate, make up scenarios and even if they didn’t make any sense, they tried to somehow fit it into their own narrative.

Michael was a legend in the community, every Halloween, people gathered to talk about their encounters with him.

You just sat among them, listening and softly laughing at how pathetic they all were.

They didn’t know anything about him.

Nothing.

But they spoke as if they did. Trying to empower one another to help and move on. How silly.

They spoke a big game, trying to make it seem like they had any chance against Michael if it came down to it.

They had no idea what he was capable of. They spoke as if they knew, but they had no clue at all.

And their latest theories included why Michael liked to stand in that specific window so much.

Someone said to look at the people he was going to kill.

Someone said he was thinking or planning.

Then another said he was looking at himself in the reflection, seeing pure evil.

But none were correct. No one knew the truth.

At that time, not even you.

He was there to look at the girl living across the street. From his sister’s room he could clearly see her every day.

Sitting in her room reading, brushing her hair or listening to music and dancing to it.

Michael watched her, she was the only person who was kind to her, she was the one to help him up when others bullied him in school.

He was too young at the time to understand what that meant. You were too young at the time to know better. He was your only friend, even if he barely spoke.

Even now, he had no clue.

But every time he was able to go home, he looked at the house across the street, trying, hoping to see her pop up in the window, but she never did.

But you never did.

After your abusive father finally managed to make your mother leave, he had no one to hit anymore but you.

One Halloween, you head about Michael’s escape, you sat in your window, trying to even just see a glimpse of him.

But your father arrived earlier.

He started trashing up the place and yelling as he usually did. You locked yourself in your room, but he broke the door down.

You assumed Michael saw you from the window. Because after a couple minutes of struggling, yyour father was on the floor chocking on his own blood.

So, how could you ever hate Michael when he saved you? He did what no one else could, he got rid of your father.

He saved you and you loved him for that.

Someone started yelling that Michael was outside in their car, everyone started grabbing weapons.

How cute you thought as you finished your drink.

They have no chance against Michael.

You knew he would go home. So, while they chased whatever was in that car, you headed back home. You knew that a gay couple was now living in Michael’s old house, so, you expected him to deal with them first.

And while the people in town chased a ghost, you knew better.

And sure enough, there he was standing at the window, looking right at you. You gave him a small smile and just stood there.

Then you heard the engines, the cars and the people as they all arrived to kill him.

Fools.

You watched as he killed them all, one by one.

And you were happy, happy to see him free. Happy that he was finally with you. And once he was done with all of them, you just waited and he came, he stood right by your side, where he belonged.

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