<~10 Years Ago, 1963~>
"Thank you so much for taking this position, no one else would." Dr. Samuel Loomis informed you, his voice full of sincerity.

"I always like to see the best in people, so Sir I shall try my best." You vowed passionately, as he lead you to a certain room.

"This is it. Good luck in there Ms (L/n)." Dr. Loomis bid you good luck and waited for you to open the door.

With hesitation, you looked at the solid, metal door and felt a bit of your courage fizzle away. You were only (Y/a), a young girl looking to find work - any work, as long as it avoided prostitution. Even though your situation was grim, you did your best to stay bright, and believed everyone had a little positivity tucked away inside.

"Thank you Sir." You nodded at him and knocked, daintily, on the door before entering.

There, a few metres away, sat a little brown-haired boy; staring emotionlessly out of the dusty window. You were taken aback; this cute, young boy was the patient that no one else would take?

"Good morning, how are you feeling today Michael?" You greeted gently, going over to him and sitting on the bed, opposite his chair.

You noticed that rather than the original, lacklustre room interior that the hospital had created, Michael had dozens of masks covering the walls. Instead of being shocked, you were intrigued and a little interested - all of the masks' individuality striking you as beautiful.

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm so rude - no wonder you don't want to speak to me. I didn't even tell you my name." You blurted, feeling embarrassed that you hadn't done the proper etiquette yet.

Michael solemnly turned away from the window, his sharp brown eyes staring into yours uninterestedly.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n), and I was assigned to be your personal therapist! Well along with being a nurse too, hmm, maybe should've brought that up first..." Your bubbly tone trickled into a nervous one as you thought about what to say.

"What to say, what to say...Oh! What sort of hobbies do you like Michael? I noticed your masks, I thought they looked really cool!" You enthusiastically brought up, glancing up at the different coloured masks in lines across his walls.

Michael only gazed back at you; his eyes making you a little uncomfortable. It felt like they could stare into your soul, and see exactly what kind of person you were. Whatever it was, this was no ordinary kid. He was...something else entirely.

"They really are unique, do you create them?" You asked shyly, waiting for an reply of some sort.

But stony silence was your only answer, so you tried to keep the conversation going.

"I guess you're a little shy, that's okay! We only just met after all. I have to go take a tour of the hospital - I don't know why either - and see my office room and stuff. So this means our visit today unfortunately has to be cut short." You told him, still cheery.

"Have a good day Michael, I'll come see you again tomorrow okay? Oh hey, maybe you could make me a mask too! Cya soon~" You sweetly smiled, and holding your clipboard, you exited his room.

<~The Next Day~>

"Hello, it's me again!" You sang happily, walking in once more.

Michael didn't even look up, too focused on something in his hands.

"What are you doing? I'm sorry if I'm interrupting." You sat on the same small, single bed, looking over at him.

He gave a tiny shake of the head and you grew excited; that was progress since the silent treatment yesterday!

You brightly hummed, contentedly watching him work and seeing his skilful fingers apply the finishing touches to his secret something.

Once he had completed his project - and deemed it perfect - he held it out towards you, indicating to take it.

"Is that...for me...?" You wondered, as you saw the mask in his hands.

It was a stunning, black, masquerade mask - with an intricate and majestic-looking design. The cat-like eyeholes had eyeliner made from small, silver balls, and it had the delicate wings of a butterfly.

Michael moved his head an inch - answering your question, and you gently picked it up; half-afraid that you'd break it.

"Oh Michael, this is...this is simply magnificent! I don't know what to say, it looks so gorgeous. Wow!" You babbled excitedly, brushing the edges of it with your thumbs.

"Thank you." You thanked him gratefully, your face beaming with happiness.

He only nodded again, but you took that as a sign of 'you're welcome.'

<~[2 Months Later] 1963~>

Today was Michael's birthday, he was turning seven today and you wanted to give him something special. So the day before, you had spent your time trying to craft a new mask for him; really giving it your all.

"Happy Birthday Michael!" You cheered affectionately, holding your bag as you sat on the bed - like always.

Michael turned towards you, his expression calm and still devoid of emotion. But you were positive you could get him to feel something; anything. You opened your bag and brought out the mask, concealed in a cute gift box and tied with a dark ribbon.

"I know how much you like creating masks - which are super cool by the way - so I tried making you one for your birthday." You told him, passing him the present.

He stared at it for a full minute before slowly unwrapping it, revealing the mystical mask you had made. It was a medieval-type mask, made out of beechwood and carved to resemble a tribal-like character. The wood had different, wavy lines whittled into it and overall it gave off a unique effect.

"So...what do you think? I know it's not as good as the ones you make, but I wanted to at least try." You were anxious, wanting to make the brown-haired boy happy.

Michael gave a tiny nod of his dark head, only gazing at it. You were slightly disappointed; hoping for a better reaction. But hey, maybe he was happy on the inside...

"So what do you usually do for birthdays?" You probed curiously, and he shrugged.

"Is there anything you'd like to do today?" You persisted as you shifted position on the bed.

It was his birthday after all, he should be allowed to do something fun.

Michael pointed at the window, his face showing slight wistfulness. Oh, he wanted to go outside! You bit your lip and thought about it, wondering what to tell him.

"Hmm, I'll go talk to Dr. Loomis, see if I can get him to let us outside. Be right back." You positively planned, going to the door.

Michael looked back down at the mask you made after you left, a small, secretive smile spread across his facial features.

"I don't know (Y/n), Michael stays inside for a reason - you've read his file. He's a very sociopathic, young boy." Loomis said gravely, clasping his hands together on top of his desk.

"I have read his file, but Dr. Loomis, it's his birthday and if there's any humanity in you-"

"In me? My dear, Michael is kept in his room to protect him from himself. He has his masks, and he's perfectly content." He interrupted you and you let out a sigh.

"Please Sir, I think I'm making progress with him. I'm getting nods, shrugs and head shakes, yet you told me he was unresponsive to every method of communication." You smartly argued, trying to win this debate.

"You...are...?" Loomis seemed surprised as he tried to recompose himself.

"I am. So I'm begging you, let him and I have an hour or so outside, it'll do us both some good." You pleaded, using every last ounce of your determination to change his mind.

"Alright, alright. But you're being accompanied by guards, and you must not let Michael out of your sight, you hear me Ms (L/n)?" Dr. Loomis set rules sternly, readjusting his glasses.

"Understood Sir. Thank you very much!" You gave a wide smile, practically dancing out of the room.

When you re-entered Michael's room, you were amazed to see him wearing the mask you made; your heart fluttering with pride. Instead, you pushed it down and grinned at the young boy - excited to share your news.

"Good news Michael, I persuaded Dr. Loomis to let you go outside for an hour. Isn't that great?" You softly spoke, holding the door with one hand.

He only looked at you, still wearing the mask as he slowly stood up. Soon enough, two guards came to accompany you and you were both guided outside, the sunlight shining through the silvery clouds.

"Well Michael, you're outside. What would you like to do?" You talked to him lightly, keeping your tone kind and tender.

He gave another shrug, seeming unused to the outside environment as he kicked a tiny pebble; the small rock flying towards the metal fence. One of the guards came towards you, striking up a conversation.

"(Y/n) was it? Nice to meet ya sugar, the name's Tony." He introduced with a drawl, and you smelt a slight whiff of alcohol.

"Yep, that's me. Pleasure to meet you. How long have you been working here?" You politely replied, trying to hint that you were disinterested.

"I've been working in this shithole for a year darlin' and let me tell ya, I haven't seen anyone as sexy as you." Tony tried to talk you up as he, flirtatiously, wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Oh, uh, thanks." You dismissed his dirty talk, inching away from him a little.

"So how come you're out here with the freak? He isn't allowed out, he's a complete nutcase." Tony guided you a bit further away, his expression one of contempt.

"Michael isn't a freak. He's my patient, and I happen to like him." You responded coldly.

In fact you broke away from Tony's hold; not liking this guard one bit.

"You like him? Oh, I see how it is. You're a crazy bitch too." He jeered in amusement, pushing you back.

You stumbled, and looked to see if Michael was okay, worried for the boy. To your horror, the other guard was mocking him; even going as far as to rip the mask off his face and throw it to the floor.

Michael kept staring at him, pissing the guard off as this is not the reaction he wanted. The other guard raised his hand and was about to slap the young boy when you got there first - taking the hit for him.

"Nice one Jack. Show this bitch her place." Tony high-fived the other guard as the force of the hit sent you flying to the ground.

Bright spots of light flashed across your vision whilst you tried to regain your senses, blood splattered on the ground. That's when Michael felt something inside of him stir. Rage. He charged at Jack and began to choke him, his eyes still blank.

"Get off him you little fucknut!" Tony snapped and punched Michael.

"Leave him alone! You were the ones that provoked him!" You defended Michael angrily, going to Michael's side.

"Whatever. Fuck you and that dick." Tony swore savagely, helping his friend up and leaving like a coward.

"Oh Michael, I'm so sorry. Your birthday was meant to be enjoyable and those two men ruined it." You sighed heavily as you dusted the dirt off his shoulders.

The guilt grew stronger when you noticed a blue bruise on his right cheek, the wound swelling dramatically.

"We have to treat that right away! That must really hurt! Oh no..." You panicked, cupping his cheek to get a better look at it.

"C'mon, we have to make sure your cheek heals-" You tried to take his hand, but Michael shook his head; taking a step back.

Your face clouded with hurt - did he blame you for what happened? He began to walk and then stopped a few metres away, bending down as he picked your mask up. Michael slipped it on, taking slow steps towards you until he was inches away; making you nervous. Was he going to attack you now?!

He tilted his head up at you, stared at you for a bit and then wrapped his arms around you - almost possessively. His whole face was hidden not only by the mask, but now by your chest as he nuzzled into it; pleased by how he had all of your attention.

"(Y/n)! Are you alright?!" Loomis yelled as he ran out, followed by four guards.

"I'm fine... I mean, we're fine. Aren't we Michael?" You answered with a angelic smile, stroking his hair a little.

"He just attacked a guard, get away from him miss!" One of the guards demanded worriedly, loading his gun.

"Wait! Hold your fire!" Loomis ordered, intrigued and interested by Michael's surprising, new state.

He was hugging you; something Loomis had never seen before. Samuel Loomis had almost given up on Michael Myers, but here you were bringing out something new in the young boy.

"Deliver Michael back to his room and then come by my office, I need to discuss something with you." Loomis said to you quietly, leaving another two guards with you before he departed.

"Oopsies, guess I'm in trouble, huh?" You whispered to Michael playfully, ruffling his hair as you knelt down to his level.

He was emotionless again, emptiness filling his face after the aggressive rage had passed; back to his regular silent self. You took his hand and lead him back to his room, saying another Happy Birthday before heading towards Loomis' office, curious to see what he wanted.

"Take a seat (Y/n). Now please, tell me exactly what happened." He pressed when you entered, as though pleased by the event.

"Sure, but could you send a nurse to Michael's room? He received a punch to the face and I'm worried about the swelling." You hesitantly asked.

"Of course. Nurse Jackelyn, to Michael Myers' room please. Medical care is required. Thank you." Dr. Loomis spoke into his intercom formally, and you relaxed - at least Michael would be cared for.

"So, why did Michael attack one of our guards? You were supposed to be watching him." He turned back to the topic at hand, causing you to nod.

"The first guard - Tony - tried to hit on me Sir, and called Michael a freak. When I defended Michael, he called me a crazy bitch and shoved me. Then the other guard - Jack I think - tried to physically abuse Michael, but I took the hit." You explained truthfully, as you felt the dried blood on your face.

You, however, tried to ignore it and continue the tense tale, taking a deep breath.

"That's when Michael just...lost it. He lunged at the one who had hit me, and tried to choke him to death. After that Tony punched him and then left with Jack. It was a dramatic series of events, that was for sure." You finished awkwardly, shifting a little in the chair.

"I am deeply sorry for the ruckus Tony and Jack seemed to have given you. They gave me a different story, but the truth speaks louder in yours. I must commend you for standing up for Michael, you've been the only employee who has made significant progress with that boy." Loomis actually praised you, and you felt a rush of pride.

"Thank you Sir, but it's nothing. I do like Michael; he's a very nice, yet quiet boy." You responded modestly.

"I'm just incredibly curious as why he has attached himself to you...he's never defended anyone before, especially not a member of staff." Dr. Loomis mused, puzzled by this mystery.

"Attached himself...to me...?" You echoed and he nodded, a stern look settling over his features.

"Yes, and I'm not sure if this obsession is good for him. Or you, as a matter of fact. I implore you to keep your distance, and take intense safety precautions. Do you understand me, (Y/n)?" He remarked firmly, as he folded his arms.

"Yes Sir." You respectfully agreed, but deep down you cared for Michael; just like he was your younger brother or something similar to that.

As soon as you left the office you went to check on Michael, seeing the boy back in his usual spot by the window - staring out of it like nothing had ever happened.

"Michael? It's me." You knocked on the door to let him know you were there, and then sat in your usual position on the bed.

The moment you did that he actually slid out of his chair and sat down next to you, wanting to be as close to you as possible. You looked down at him in surprise - pleased by the progress you seemed to be making with Michael and happy with your friendship. He leaned his head against your shoulder, comforted by your presence and really bonding with you, not wanting you to leave. You saw an ice pack strewn on the desk - probably left by that nurse - and you reached for it, wanting to tend to Michael's cheek since this nurse obviously hadn't cared enough to do so.

You hummed under your breath as you pressed the ice pack against the side of his face and wrapped a supportive arm around his small frame, both of you in your own little world. So much so in fact that you disregarded Dr. Loomis' warning completely.

<~[5 Years Later] 1968~> 

"Michael, you can't keep attacking people. You'll just get in more and more trouble." You told the 12-year-old anxiously, almost tearing your hair out as you took him out of the cafeteria.

Michael had tried to strangle another young boy at lunch; presumably because you gave the other boy the slightest of attention. The umber-haired boy tilted his head at you - confused as to why it was such a big deal.

"Dr. Loomis is on his last nerve with me. If he finds out you got into another fight, I'll be-"

"Can Ms (Y/n) (L/n) please make her way to Dr. Loomis' Office as soon as possible. Thank you."

"-called in." You finished unhappily, hanging your head.

You walked in silence to Michael's room and escorted him in, shutting the door behind you both and flopping back on the bed with a hand draped across your eyes.

"I'm so getting fired." You mumbled, imaging the worst possible scenario.

After a minute, you stood up and moved towards the door - needing to face your daunting destiny. Michael -  not wanting you to go - grabbed your wrist and angled his head into your arm; begging you not to leave just yet.

"Look, I don't want to go either, but someone's got to deal with grumpy Dr. Loomis." You feebly joked, trying to calm the clingy boy.

He forcefully shook his head, disliking the Doctor with a passion as he still clung to your arm, possessive over the only person in this hell that he liked. You.

"Hey, it'll be alright, you'll see. I'll come straight back, okay?" You said fondly, and with a sour nod Michael relented his grip on you.

With a smile you left the room, locking it and walking towards Dr. Loomis' Office for the fifth time this week. You knocked three times before entering, seeing a very strict Loomis sitting in his chair.

"Sit." He was rigid; his mouth set into an icy line.

Worry washed over you, you self-confidence wavering as you did what he wanted -taking a seat opposite him.

"Dr. Loomis, I can-"

"Explain? There's nothing to explain. Your job is to care for Michael whilst noting down progress on his behavioral mentality. It's been five years, yet he still only responds to you; which would be fine, except you haven't made any progress." Dr. Loomis scolded harshly, crushing your reply.

"I've been trying to stop the fighting, I really have-"

"And I believe you. We're not giving up on you (Y/n), we're..." He trailed off delicately after stopping your weak protests.

"You're giving up on Michael." You finished numbly, shocked by his thinking.

"We've tried everything, but there's nothing within him, (Y/n). No morals, no rational thinking, no emotion; he's a bomb waiting to go off. A ruthless killing machine that goes by animal-like instinct. There's nothing we can do for him anymore." Loomis explained - his voice kinder and his facial features pained.

"But there is humanity in him, I've seen it." You heatedly argued, and he pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"You're the only one who can vouch for that. Smith's Grove's line of directors have decided to stop Michael's treatments and instead just keep him incarcerated. Which means your assistance is no longer required." A sad smile spread across Loomis' features, his sentence hurting your heart more than anything.

"No longer required? So I'm fired?" You questioned quietly.

"In a sense. But you've been an outstanding employee, so I've taken the liberty of finding you another position. There's a place in Haddonfield's Childrens Clinic, if you're up for it." Dr. Loomis offered generously, and you took a shaky breath.

"Then I shall take the position. Thank you...Thank you very much. It's been a pleasure working here." You forced yourself to be respectful, exhaling unsteadily.

"It's been a pleasure having you. You've been one of our most successful members of staff here, thank you for understanding." He dipped his head as a sign of consideration.

"Can I at least say goodbye to Michael? I told him I'd be back after this, so-"

"I'm...I'm afraid not. You see, his obsession for you has spiraled out of control - he even attacks other people because of it - and we need to contain it. His socialization with the outside world shall be kept to a bare minimum. I'm sorry." Loomis really did sound sorry, his regret showing through every word.

"I see. Okay." You whispered miserably, standing up and leaving; your heart shattered.

<~[10 Years Later] 1978~>   

"(Y/n), (Y/n), read us another one! Please!" Lilith begged desperately, her green eyes wide and pleading.

"You know I can't Lily-bear. It's past eight, which means one thing. Bedtime." You replied in amusement, shutting the book of fairy tales.

"Oh please do!"

"I want another bedtime story!"

"C'mon nurse!"

"Don't guilt trip me, you all need your sleep." You denied the rest of the girls with a twinkle in your eye, placing the book back on the shelf daintily.

You had been working at Haddonfield's Childrens Clinic for ten years now, and you have grown to love your job - taking care of the young girls in the West Wing. A loud sigh rang around the hospital room and you chuckled, going towards the door.

"Wait, wait! Goodnight kisses!" One of the girls - Faith - called out pleadingly, causing you to turn back around.

"I suppose you've all earned it." You shook your head teasingly; making them all giggle as you went around the room, kissing each girl's cheek.

"Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the boogeyman bite~" You hummed mischievously, flicking the light off and closing the door behind you when you exited the room.

"Right on time, my night shift starts now. Good job today, (Y/n)." Your co-worker, Robyn, grinned.

"Thanks. Good luck tonight, Ro." You fist-pumped her affectionately, going to take off your nurse's apron.

"Won't need it~" You heard her sing, merrily skipping down the hallway.

"Of course you won't." You said under your breath, amused.

You slipped off your nurse's apron, hung it on the shelf and showed your I.D. Pass as you walked towards the front entrance. It was raining, but luckily you had brought along a black umbrella to battle the slight shower.

The walk home was a pleasant, quiet one, and you were relieved to return home for the night, ready to rest. You had eaten quickly and then gone to sleep, worn out from your daily life.

You would've had your average eight hours of sleep too, if the phone hadn't snapped you out of it; ringing noisily. With a groan you rolled over and grabbed the phone, muttering a sleepy hello into the speaker.

"(Y/n)! It's Dr. Loomis, we must speak at once!" He sounded frantic, and you rubbed your eyes.

"Dr. Loomis...? Couldn't this wait until morning? It's 3:30am." You stifled a yawn as you sat up more.

"This can't wait. I'm at Smith's Grove Sanitarium right now; Michael broke out." Loomis told you, making your eyes widen.

"Say what?" You grasped the curly phone wire, pushing the bed cover away.

"You know as well as I do he's coming to Haddonfield. I'm making my way there now, can you meet me at the local coffee shop? The one by the hospital?"

"U-Uh yeah, of course I can. What time?"

"Smith's Grove is a few miles away, so I'll meet you there in an hour."

"Right. Take care, Doctor." You finished the conversation and he said a tense bye before hanging up.

You were full of surprise, getting dressed drowsily as you thought over it. Michael Myers had broken out of Smith's Grove. He'd been in there for fifteen years; just how did he even escape? Hurrying outside, you locked your front door and rushed to the other side of town, to the coffee shop alongside the hospital.

You ordered a cappuccino and decided to wait for Loomis, the tension growing stronger whilst you sat in a small booth. Eventually, he arrived, panting slightly as he took a seat opposite you.

"Sorry I'm late, traffic." He coughed awkwardly, trying to regain his composure.

"So...Michael's out?" You wanted to get down to business immediately, and he nodded.

"Yes. He's coming to Haddonfield. And...And he's coming for you." Loomis explained ominously.

"Me? Why me?! Are you sure?" You were alarmed, your stomach crumpling with nerves.

"When he broke out a few hours ago, Michael wrote your name on the wall...with blood." He confessed solemnly.

You paled at the mention of blood, not liking this new information. Michael Myers was coming to Haddonfield; to get you in particular.

"Is he going to kill me?" You faintly inquired, and Loomis sighed.

"Possibly. It's hard to tell. But I wouldn't go back to work until we catch him." He remarked, clasping his hands on the table.

"We actually had an incident with Michael a few years ago. Someone tried to take away a mask - usually he doesn't respond when anyone takes them - but this time he did. He slammed the guard's face into the table multiple times, until the guy died." Dr. Loomis started his tale sombrely.

"What did the mask look like?" You quizzed, your heart jolting as you thought that maybe, just maybe, it was the one you made for him.

"It was...a wooden one, with intricate patterns carved into it. Looked kind of tribal." He said slowly, and you almost choked on your drink.

"That's the mask I made for him. On his seventh birthday." You worriedly exclaimed.

"Of course - that makes sense. Then deep down, Michael must still be obsessed with you." Loomis theorised, his face set into one of stone.

"But obsessed from love or bloodlust, now that is the question." You murmured nervously.

"Indeed. Well I must inform the police, I'll check in with you tomorrow (Y/n). Stay safe."

<~[The Next Day] 1978~>

"We've been notified by the police about your situation. You may remain at home and still receive your pay check. Take care." The voice mail ended and you smiled in relief; thankful the clinic had understood.

Now you had a full day to do absolutely nothing, although Loomis had told you not even to venture outside. But he was hugely overprotective, so you decided to go into town and maybe buy some new clothes - just look around a little bit.

The dark sky rumbled as it threatened to downpour, but you paid no mind as you saw kids run past; giggling and yelling to each other.

"The boogeyman is coming! The boogeyman is coming!" One of them shouted jovially, and you realised suddenly that it was October 31st.

Which meant one thing; Halloween. How could you forget the most amusing night of this month? Probably too much work. But hey, a horror movie and some popcorn tonight should prove to be a delightful time.

You pushed past the bustling streets of people and squeezed into the shopping centre; going to the clothes department.

"Welcome miss! Anything I can do to assist you?" A female employee asked pleasantly, her face lit up by a kind smile.

"That's very kind of you, but I'm just browsing." You shyly brushed away her offer and instead just checked out the big collection of clothes.

"Excuse me," You called her over a few minutes later, holding up a grey dress, "-am I allowed to try this on?"

"Oh, absolutely. I'll show you the changing rooms, this way please." She was polite, her gold bangles jingling as she guided you to the dressing rooms.

They were right next to the emergency exit, but the backdoor exit was slightly ajar; causing you to grow curious.

"Sorry to pry, but should that be...um...open?" You asked timidly, causing her to look.

"No, that should never be opened unless an emergency occurs. I'll look into it in a second, the rooms are right over there." The girl professionally replied, and ushered you to the female changing rooms.

Taking the dress, you entered an empty dressing room and began to strip; humming unconsciously as you did so. You slid into the elegant dress with a smile, pleased by the way it hung off you. Actually, you looked rather nice in it.

"Maybe I should buy this..." You mused to yourself, not hearing the curtain being pulled back, bit-by-bit.

"But then what would I wear it for?" You asked yourself as you toyed with the idea.

"I mean I guess I could wear it for formal occasions...yeah, I'm definitely getting this dress." You finished talking to yourself with a giggle, straightening the hem of the fancy gown.

Weirdly enough, you felt stares leaking into your back and looked up in the mirror; shock spreading across your face as you gazed back at a white-masked figure. Whirling around, no one was behind you - causing you to feel hugely confused.

"Hello...?" You said fearfully, creeping out of the changing room.

Silence was your only answer and you stepped back into the dressing room; defensive. You didn't like to be snuck up on, especially by some perv in a mask at a clothes store. Hurriedly changing back, you left the women's changing rooms, seeing the woman's golden bangles on the ground as you re-entered the main part of the shop, going to the counter.

"That'll be £25.55 please." The male assistant informed you abruptly, placing your dress into a brown paper bag.

You paid the guy and took your change before leaving the shop, carrying your bag. You took a direct route home, still nervous about the changing room encounter as you speed walked home. Turning a corner, you grew scared by the slow and deliberate footsteps coming from behind you - was it that guy from the department store?!

You took a shaky breath as you stopped, trying to beckon the courage to turn around and find out for yourself. A hand grasped your shoulder and you let out a shriek, jumping in shock when you finally spun around

"Easy, easy. I'm sorry for scaring you." Loomis apologised at once, his pale blue eyes echoing concern.

"I-It's okay. I just almost had a heart attack. Give me a moment to recover from that." You breathed, trying to take a minute.

"Yes, of course. Say, have you seen any sign of Michael anywhere yet?" He intently pressured, and you had to shake your head.

"No...sorry. But why were you walking so slow behind me?" You were slightly snappish as you regained your calm posture, irritated.

Was Dr. Loomis doing an annoying Halloween prank or something? Because it wasn't very funny. You didn't expect this from the serious male, and you didn't like it. Not one bit.

"I haven't been behind you (Y/n). I came from the side, I've been with the Sheriff most of the day. How long have you been hearing footsteps?" His tone darkened, obviously suspecting someone.

"You mean it wasn't you? Uh, I don't know, five minutes maybe? The footsteps were really slow and cautious - like they didn't want me to hear." You answered honestly.

Who could it've been if it wasn't Loomis? Could it have been Michael? And what about that guy back at the shop?

"Hey Doctor, do you know if Michael's wearing a mask since his outbreak?" You asked, on edge as you waited for his reply.

"I'm afraid not. But if I know Michael he's probably got his hands on one. Why do you ask?" Loomis responded curiously, and you bit your lip.

"Back at the store before, I thought I saw some guy in a white mask staring at me whilst I tried a dress on. However, when I turned around, he'd vanished into thin air. I don't want to make a big deal out of it or anything, but could that have been Michael?" You told him the truth, taking a deep breath after your long explanation.

"It very well could be. Hmm, paranoia whilst in the shops and footsteps behind you...I think Michael's mixed up in this somewhere." Dr. Loomis took your statement seriously.

"If that's true - if Michael's after me...what am I supposed to do?" You worried at the thought and he gave you a tender smile.

"I'll get the Sheriff to have a few police officers patrol your house tonight. Try not to panic, but don't let your guard down either." He advised, clasping your shoulder comfortingly.

"Right." You nodded in agreement.

"Call me if anything - and I mean anything - happens. Goodbye (Y/n)." Dr. Loomis walked towards the police car, waving a little as he did so.

You waved back and then kept walking, going straight home whilst staying alert. Kids were already heading towards houses with bags, hoping for candy as they chattered between each other happily. You envied them; half-wishing you were younger so you could go trick or treating.

Dumping the paper bag down on the floor, you shut the door behind you and locked it - taking extra precaution whilst you got ready to relax. You still had that horror movie to watch and popcorn to munch on after all.

You changed into some pyjamas, grabbed some popcorn and flicked the TV on - searching for a creepy horror film. Finding one about nightmares, you were finally satisfied and after switching the light off, you leant back against the sofa.

"GLEN! GLEN!" You giggled at the distraught girl on the TV, nibbling on some popcorn as you watched her obvious distress.

Yet you jumped when real screaming erupted from outside your house, somebody hammering on the door.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! Let me in, quick!" A male voice yelled urgently, and pounded his fists against the door.

"I'm coming!" You darted to the door, concerned for his wellbeing.

Wrenching open the door, you saw a panic-stricken police officer; shaking in his very boots.

"It's Michael Myers, he killed the other officer on guard, we have to get out of here - Now!" The officer explained in a rushed tone, snatching up your wrist and pulling you out of the door.

"Michael's here?!" You panicked yourself, letting him take you a bit away from your house.

"Ah shit!" The male swore and took out a gun, aiming it at you.

Arms grabbed your waist and lifted you up a little in the air, heavy breathing coming from behind. Michael Myers.

"No! NO!" You were close to crying - not wanting to die at all.

The guy with the gun started to laugh at your expression and lowered his weapon; 'Michael' putting you down.

"Happy Halloween~" The first officer chuckled, and you felt your legs go weak.

"W-What...?" Your voice was strangled as the man from behind pulled off his pumpkin mask.

"It was just a little Halloween fun, doll. Don't take it the wrong way, patrolling gets boring for us." The second officer stretched, his face set into a smirk.

"Michael Myers isn't a joke! He's after me and I thought I was going to die!" You snapped tearfully.

"Relax, he's not going to get past us." The first one tried to console you, but his efforts were blunt and uncaring.

You huffed and turned on your heel, tears glittering in your eyes as you wanted to get away from those two idiots. As you got to the door, another yell sounded; causing you to lose your temper.

"Can you stop shouting I'm not going to fall for another stupid Halloween-" Your angry voice faltered after you spun around, seeing the man in the white mask again.

He was dressed in a navy-coloured, boiler suit and wielded a very sharp kitchen knife; the tip stained with blood. This guy had seized the first officer by the neck, plunging the knife through his stomach as he tilted his head slightly.

"You motherfucker!" The second officer snarled and shot at the tall man in fury.

The masked male stumbled a bit, but the gunshot only distracted him for a second - focusing his attention back on the dying officer. The man threw the fresh corpse to the ground and finally turned to the second police officer, ready to fight.

"Get inside the house! Go!" The officer ordered you worriedly, reloading his pistol.

You took a step back and then bolted, locking the door behind you as you panicked again. What were you meant to do? Screams of agony rang out and you knew the second guy hadn't made it, the mask-wearer obviously killing him. You were next.

Staring at the door in fright, you took shaky breaths - trying to relax into a state of calm. Surely the other officer had called for back-up right? "Call me if anything - and I mean anything - happens." Dr. Loomis! You ran to the hallway phone, picking up the receiver and dialling the number of the psychiatrist quickly.

"(Y/n)? What's going on?" He picked up immediately, his tone firm.

"The two police officers are dead, y-you have to help me! I don't know if it's Michael, it's a man in a white mask and-" Your explanation got silenced when the power suddenly failed, causing a blackout.

No! This couldn't be happening. You clasped a hand over your mouth and muffled a sob, placing the now-dead phone back down. Going into the kitchen, you froze as you saw your backdoor wide open. Shit.

You rushed to it and looked out, not seeing anyone out there. Had he left you alone....? Shutting the door, you locked it and turned around; stopping in your tracks as you saw him. The same male who had been stalking you in the shops, and the same man who just slaughtered those officers.

You gazed in terror at the intimidating figure, his chocolate eyes striking you as very familiar; déjà vu pounding in your veins. No doubt about it. You'd seen these eyes before. This was Michael.

"M-Michael...?" You called his name tentatively, hoping you could maybe talk some sense into him.

He took a step towards you and you freaked out, paling at the thought of your body being impaled by that glistening knife.

"H-Hey, l-let's not get hasty. Please put the knife down." You fearfully squeaked as your back hit the counter.

Michael actually listened to you, his weapon clattering to the ground whilst he approached you; his brown eyes still staring into yours.

"You...You don't want to hurt me...?" Relief washed through you when he gave a small shake of the head and you took a deep breath, wanting to calm down.

"What are you doing here, Michael? Why did you come to find me?" You deliberately softened your tone, hoping to soothe him.

The stalker stopped a few centimetres away from you, his posture never changing. You stiffened up - thinking you had made the wrong move or said the wrong thing - and froze as he wrapped his arms around you; burying his head into your shoulder. Hesitantly, you embraced him back, wondering if that was what he wanted.

"I'm sorry I never got to say goodbye back then. I wasn't allowed to, but oh Michael, I missed being your therapist." You whispered, feeling oddly at peace with the killer in front of you.

Michael hugged you for a few more seconds and then reached into his pocket, gently pulling something out. The mask that you made him all those years ago.

"The mask I made you. You kept it." You smiled warmly, reminiscing.

He nodded, a secret smile behind his mask as he placed your mask on the counter, before directing his attention back to you. Your cheeks went pink when he cradled the edge of your face with one hand, his touch tender and careful instead of the violent fists you'd seen earlier.

"Why did you break out of Smith's Grove? Did something happen?" You wondered, placing a hand over his and stroking his bloodied skin.

Michael shook his head, only booping your nose as a way to explain that you were the reason. He was subtly glowing inside, his eyes taking in every single detail of your face and noting down your beauty. For fifteen years he'd missed your sunshine-like attitude and soothing voice; causing him to wait patiently until he could escape that hell.

And now...now he had found his one and only object of obsession. The one person he ever cared about. You.

"You've certainly grown, that's for sure." He heard you mumble and he almost laughed out loud, yet he was mute.

Michael caressed your cheek whilst his other hand pulled his mask above his mouth, going in for a kiss. He delicately brushed his mouth against your luscious lips, his possession for you growing exponentially. Your eyes were wide with shock, but you just let it happen because you'd missed Michael too.

The silent male was content, finally finding his purpose in his blankness of a life. To cherish his obsession and stay by your side. Forever.

Can I just say, I have never written a chapter this long; this took me three days to write! I actually did this for a mini 1v1 against the talented TheProtato and the judges are SavTheNea & MoonLingTing .

But then I thought to myself, why not make a slasher book in general? So I decided to make a Slasher Scenario Mixed With One Shot book! The schedule isn't every three days, the schedule is whenever I make another one lmao because these are long as fuck.

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed! - CamsterHale ^w^