This is a fan fiction story based on the Halloween movies with mentions of other horror movie characters such as Freddy Kruger, Jason, Chucky, wish-master, IT/
Pennywise, Dracula, ghostface, Jigsaw,
Leatherface, leprechaun etc.  Also fair warning ⚠️ this chapter will contain some sexual content including sexual abuse. I want to say a big Thank you to Octobersfinest03 for my new cover. Here are the four covers they made for it. Please make sure to comment on your favorite one.

Made by DarielClaire
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Warning ⚠️ this chapter contains sexual abuse

Catherine aka Tina Myers POV

People say that Michael Myers is a soulless monster. That he won't rest until he has killed every last living member of his family. A lot of people are afraid of Michael but I'm not. Why am I not afraid of him? Because I know the truth. I know the real Michael. I'm sure your wondering who I am... My name is Tina and I am Michael's baby sister. Contrary to popular belief I am a lot like my brother then people realize. Especially when it comes to my temper.

I supposed I should start at the beginning. Everyone says that Michael is a cold blooded killer that he is the essence of pure evil. However, that's simply not true.  While it is true, he did murder our big sister, her boyfriend and our step father, it is not true that he murdered them without a motive. Our Step father was verbally abusive to Mikey, myself and our mother.

When it came to our mother he was physically abusive. He was constantly making fun of Mikey and yelling at me and our big sister wasn't much different. They both loved calling him derogatory names that I won't repeat. They were always making fun of the fact that he enjoyed wearing a clown mask all the time. They even made fun of me and sometimes threatened to hurt me and I was just a baby.

"Don't you ever shut up? Stupid little brat! All you know how to do is cry. Your good for nothing except wasting people's time. I wish you'd never been born!" Our older sister screamed at me after our mother had left for her job as an exotic dancer. Our older sister hated it when our mom made her babysit us.

She hated the fact that our Mom was supposed to take us trick or treating but left it up to her to do so she could earn some extra cash. Usually as soon as our mom left for work her boyfriend would come over and up to her room they'd go to play a "special game." It wasn't any different that night. Only seconds after our mother had left for her job, our sister's boyfriend showed up.

"Your supposed to take me trick or treating." Mikey said as she hugged and kissed her boyfriend. She scoffed.

"Your 9 take yourself trick or treating. Why don't you take the little crybaby with you! The last thing I want is to hear that little brat cry all night. At least Angel is quiet but that little Freak never shuts up." Our sister said pointing at me.

"Don't call her names." Michael said as he approached my playpen. Upon seeing Michael standing above me I smiled up at him happily. Lifting up his clown mask momentarily he leaned down and kissed me on my forehead. Then he turned and walked outside and instantly I began to cry again.

"Awe what's the matter little one?" My sister's boyfriend asked with a smile.

"Just ignore her she will stop eventually. All she ever does is cry." My sister replied rolling her eyes in irritation. However, after ten minutes I still hadn't stopped crying.

At first Jamie tried to ignore me. She wasn't about to let me ruin her night just because I was crying again for the millionth time today. "Shut up you stupid little brat!" She yelled before slamming her bedroom door again. When I didn't stop crying she rushed into my room and raised her hand as if to slap me. "Shut up or so help me I'll really give you something to cry about!" Jamie growled raising her hand up in the air. Just as she was about to slap me her hand was caught mid air.

"Please tell me that you weren't just about to hit your cute baby sister." Her boyfriend said with a frown.

"She was a mistake that never should have happened. Mom should have had an abortion instead of giving birth to this freak. All she ever does is pee, poop and cry." Jamie replied causing her boyfriend to laugh.

"What did you expect her to do? She's a baby. That's what babies do."

"Yeah well, maybe if we ignore her the little twerp will stop. Let's just get back to our fun." Twenty minutes later I was still crying and my sister groaned in irritation turning on her radio to try and drown me out.

"Jamie, Tina is crying." Michael called to her but she didn't reply.

Michael didn't like that Jamie was doing things she shouldn't do until she was married instead of babysitting us like she was supposed too. When she turned up the music in her room in response Michael sighed in irritation.

He'd have to figure out what was wrong and then tell her. Maybe then she'd come out of her room. For some odd reason whenever Michael was around I was strangely comforted and stopped crying for a short periods time.

So when he approached me I stopped crying and smiled up at him. I reached up towards him. When he backed up slightly I started to cry. Mikey sighed. He hated to see me cry.

"Shh. It's ok don't cry." He whispered picking me up out of the crib. He could feel the wetness of my diaper, not to mention smell me and sighed, "Ugh!" He said as he held me away from him slightly. "Gross!"

He didn't know how to change a diaper and he shouldn't have too. He wasn't my baby sitter. "Jamie, Tina needs a diaper change." He called to our big sister and placed me back in my crib.

"So change it!" She yelled through the closed door.

"I don't know how." Michael replied.

"Well that's too bad! I'm busy and I am not about to waste my time on that little brat!"

"I'm going to tell mom."

Within seconds our sister's door flew open and a very angry boyfriend stepped out of the room pulling up his pants "Your going to do what you little Freak?"That's what I thought. Your a big momma's boy." He demanded pushed Michael backwards a little.

"Your all talk and no guts. It's bad enough that she has been forced to remain home and babysit you instead of partying like the rest of our class. So your going to keep your little mouth shut." 

"Don't you dare ruin our fun by mouthing off to that disgusting women you call a mom." He said grabbing Michael by the throat and shoving him up against the wall. Michael glared at the boy how dare he say such a thing about his mom. He'd make him regret it but for now he'd let him think that he had won.

Jamie was adjusting her shirt as she walked out of her room. "Put him down Steven. He's just a little twerp. He's not going to tell our mom anything.  Besides, he's not worth it. Why don't we just return to our fun." She whispered in his ear and he smiled.

"Sure thing babe." He said dropping Michael to the floor. "Why don't you go get comfortable?I'll go check on your baby sister and see why she's still crying." Steven said with a smile.

"I'm sure she's just doing it to get attention."
Jamie replied rolling her eyes.

"Better safe then sorry." Steven replied and she shrugged her shoulders.

As soon as her door closed he turned his attention back to Michael and kicked him in his stomach. "Maybe that will teach you to keep your little mouth shut. Now to see why the little cutie is crying. Maybe I'll have some fun with her before I return to your big sister."

"You stay away from her!" Mikey replied blocking the guy's path to my playpen.

He only smirked in reply as he punched Michael in the gut. Michael doubled over in pain and instantly my crying turned into a full blown scream.

"What is wrong with her now?" My sister yelled through the door angrily. "Why is she screaming?"

"Sorry Sweetheart, my bad, I scared the little one by accident. She will be alright in a minute." Then he turned his attention back to Mikey. "As for you, I'll do whatever ever I want and there is nothing that a pip-squeak like you can do about it." He replied as he approached my playpen.

I began to whimper as I watched Michael collapse on the ground. Steven just laughed and then turn his attention to me. "Awe is the big crybaby afraid of me?" He mocked as he watched me shrink back trying to avoid letting him pick me up. I crawled to the opposite side of the playpen and looked out at Michael.

"Ikey???"

"Come here." Steven replied trying to pick me up but I wiggled out of his grasp and crawled back over to where I could see Michael.

"Ikey???" I called to him again but he didn't respond and I looked up at the strange boy tearfully.

Steven sighed in frustration. "You know kid, your wasting my time and it's really starting to get on my nerves. Maybe I should take out my frustrations on your big brother." He said with a sinister smile and chuckle as he started towards Michael once more.

I looked over at Michael then over at Steven and then back towards Michael and then once more towards Steven. I knew I had to stop him from hurting Michael so I crawled to the middle of the crib and lifted my hands up towards him. "Uppy?"

Steven chuckled and easily lifted me up out of the crib and smiled at me. "Now that's a good girl. Who's a little cutie? Who's a little cutie?" He cooed at me. "Awe, the little freak was right. You have a very wet diaper." He said placing me on the changing table making a tis tis tis sound.

"Steven what's taking so long?" Our sister whined from her bedroom.

"I'll be there soon babe. Your Freak of a brother was right she does need a diaper change." He called back.

"Don't bother she will just need a new one in an hour." My sister replied.

"Jaime how could someone who is as beautiful as you be so cold and unfeeling towards a baby?" Steven replied.

Jamie growled in frustration. "Fine! I'll be out in a second to deal with the little brat!"

"That's ok I know how to change diapers." Steven replied.

"Are you sure you don't mind?." Jamie asked in concern.

"I wouldn't have offered if I did." Steven replied.

"Stupid little brat ruining our night of fun." Jamie muttered as she started to head back to her bedroom across the hallway.

Stephan chuckled in amusement. "Don't tell me your jealous of your sister."

"She a rotten little twerp." Jamie grumbled glaring angrily at me.

"Jamie she's a baby. Crying is the only way she knows how to communicate." I tried to crawl away from him while he was distracted but that only resulted in him grabbing me and giving me a hard whack across my behind. My lip began to tremble and I was about to start to cry again but he gave me a very stern look. "That was your own fault kid. I wouldn't have had to spank you if you were behaving yourself."

Instantly I began to wail. I had never been spanked before and it hurt. Our sister groaned in irritation. "Can we please just ignore the little brat and get back to our fun or she going to spoil the rest of our evening?" Jamie replied causing Steven to cock an eyebrow at her and shake his head in amusement. He chuckled once more.

"She can't stay in a wet diaper it'll cause her to get a rash. This is going to take a few minutes why don't you go slip into something more comfortable and I'll be in soon." Steven said with a smile. Once she was out of the room he turned his attention back to me. "Shhh. It's ok little one. Your such a sweet little kitten and your all mine." He whispered as he removed my onsie and diaper.

As he cleaned me he gave me kisses all down my body including areas that he shouldn't. I wiggled and tried to crawl away only to be scolded "tisk tisk that's a naughty little kitten. You don't want me to have to spank you again do you?" I whimpered in reply and he smiled as he grabbed me by the waste and swatted my behind once more. "Stay still I'm almost done." He whispered returning to kissing me.

"Steven..." My Sister whined from her room and he sighed. He'd have to continue his fun with me later.

"Such a good little kitten." He whispered as he replaced my diaper and onsie. "And you taste so sweet." He said with a evil smile. I whimpered and he patted my back and bounced me on his knee to soothe me. Soon he groaned as he looked down at his pants. "You've creates quite a problem little one. Maybe I should make you fix it."

Meanwhile, Michael had woken back up and had seen Steven "playing" with me. It was then that something inside Michael snapped I could see the pure hatred in his eyes as a snarl curled his lips. I couldn't help but smile. Pretending to still be blacked out he watched as Steven carefully picked me up and held me close as he started carrying me down the stairs.

"What are you doing now?" Jamie fussed at him as she heard him start to head downstairs.

"Getting your sister a bottle to help her get sleepy." He replied.

"What's with giving her all this attention all of a sudden? Why don't you just put her back in her crib and forget about her? I want to play." Jamie whined scowling at me.

At this, Steven started to laugh. "You really are jealous of your baby sister aren't you?"

"No way! I just don't know why you care about her all of a sudden. It's not like you ever cared before when she was crying. So why now?"

"Let's just say your baby sister is good practice. With the way we've been lately I wouldn't be surprised if we were parents by early summer." Steven replied with a mischievous smile.

"Your NOT getting me pregnant! No more s*x unless I know your wearing protection. The last thing I need right now is for us to wind up with a mistake that neither of us want." As she walked by she glared at me angrily. "Stupid boyfriend attention stealing sister!" She muttered.

"Don't pay any attention to her. She's just jealous of our new relationship." He cooed bopping my nose with his finger and I giggled. Once he knew that she was back in her room he took me downstairs to grab a bottle to heat up. As he waited for the bottle to be warm enough he bounced me on his knee knowing if he did that too much that I'd need another diaper change which is exactly what he wanted. He liked his "playtime" as he called it and wanted to do it as often as possible.

He groaned in pleasure as he made me rub up against him as he bounced me. After a few minutes he sat me on the table and stood up. "Now that I know that we won't be disturbed I think it's time that you fixed the problem you created."

Steven said with an evil smile. I smiled my eyes twinkling in delight as I watched silently as Michael crept up behind Steve. He hit him on the back of the head with a metal baseball bat. Once he fell on the floor he continued to hit him over and over again until he was a bloody mess.

I clapped my hands and giggled happily. Michael picked me up so that I didn't fall off the table and placed me in my high chair. Then he grabbed the bottle off the stove tested it and handed it to me while at the same time he grabbed a very bloody knife off the counter and proceeded upstairs.

A few seconds later, I heard Jamie scream and then silence. When he came down he turned his attention to me. He raised the knife up. I turned away awaiting the knife that never came.

Michael PIC

I kept hearing a voice inside me whispering that I should kill people. "Kill them, kill them all." The voice whispered loudly on Halloween night. The first person on the agenda to rid myself of was that no good abusive drunkard who dare to call himself my father. He wasn't my father he was a lazy good for nothing bum who enjoyed abusing my saint of a mother. It was easy enough to kill him as he was too drunk to even know what was going on.

Later, I watched my elder sister's boyfriend touching my baby sister Tina in inappropriately. "How dare he touch our precious little sister like that. His death needs to be slow and as painful as possible. Killing him too quickly would be far to merciful."

The voices inside my head whispered and I couldn't help but agree. After killing that jerk, I grabbed the knife that I had used to kill our no good step father upstairs and proceeded to enter my older sister's room.

Again the voices demanded that I take my time while kill her. "She deserves to die too. Not because she is continuously bullying us, but because she was the one who invited that boy into our house. She allowed him to be alone with our baby sister and he took advantage of that. Therefore, she deserves to die."

Then I walked back downstairs. I raised the knife over my head to kill Tina when a voice inside my head screamed at me to stop. "Stop! Do not harm this child. You must always protect her at all costs. For she is a special child and a child she shall always remain." The voice instructed.

Tina POV

The police arrive finding the scene are horrified by what they see. Three brutal murders for no apparent reason. A unfeeling and uncaring Michael holding the bloody knife. I began to sob as I watched the police place him in the car. I reached towards him but the officer held me back. "Ikey?"

"No no little one. Your big brother is very dangerous. He killed your entire family for no reason. He would have killed you too if we hadn't arrived when we did." The Officer Who was holding me replied and I frowned. What he said didn't sound right at all. So I kicked and punching the officer who held me trying to make him put me down.

"Ikey!!!" I screamed but the officer held onto me despite my hitting and kicking him.

Our mom arrived home just as they were bringing out the bodies and placing Michael in the patrol car. She saw me hitting the officer trying to force him to put me down. "My poor babies! What happened? What's going on?"

"It seems your son brutally murdered your husband, his older sister and her boyfriend. I'm sure he would have killed your two other children if we hadn't arrived when we did." The officer replied.

Due to Michael's age, it was decided that he would be placed in a sanitarium until he was 21 then he would be tried for first degree murder of our sister, her boyfriend and our step father. Despite how brutal the murders were, Mom still loved Michael and hoped that he could be "cured." She would visit with him weekly having a neighbor watch us while she visited. One day out of the blue she decided to take me along with her to see Michael.

"Honey, I brought your sister to visit with you." Our mother said as she sat down across from him. Michael cocked his head and smiled at me. Shocking the doctor He held his hands out as if desiring to hold me.

Our mother was about to allow him to hold me but the doctor shook his head. "I don't think that would be wise. Michael hasn't been responding to the treatments and I'm afraid that he might unintentionally wind up hurting her." At this, Michael and I glared angrily at the doctor. He would never hurt me.

"Ikey." Our mother looked at me in both shock and surprise it was the first time they had heard me talk. I looked up at our mother and then back over at Michael. "Ikey." I replied extending my arms out in a desire to be held by him.

"No no little one. It's not safe." The doctor replied and I frowned. I didn't know who this man was but I knew one thing I didn't like him.

"Ikey!" I replied with a pout but the doctor shook his head no. "Ikey." I replied as I began to cry.

At this, Michael got up from his seat walked over to where I sat and he took me in his arms and held me close. To the best if his ability considering he was in chains. "Shhh. Don't cry Tt. I'm here. Your big brother is here." He whispered the doctor stood there with a shocked expression on his face. Somehow I had gotten Michael to come out of his shell.

"Wobe you Ikey." I replied with a yawn snuggling into his chest. The doctor looked over at the two of us nervously and was instantly concerned about how attached I seemed to be to Michael.

"Michael I'm afraid your visiting hours are up for the day. It's time to say goodbye to your baby sister for now." Dr. Loomis stood there waiting for Michael to willingly put me down.

"No! No bye bye! No bye bye!"

The doctor looked at my mother in confusion. "Oh dear. Saying goodbye means something entirely different to Tina. She thinks your saying that Mikey is going going to die. That's what saying bye bye or goodbye means to her." Our mother explained.

"Ikey Nu bye bye! Ikey Nu bye bye! Ikey come home!" I state with a whimper.

The doctor sighed "Little one, Michael is very sick. He must remain in this facility so that we can help him." The doctor He went to remove me from Mikey's arms and I hissed at him. "Stay wifth Ikey." I reply snuggling deeper into Mickey's embrace.

"I am afraid that simply isn't possible little one." The doctor replies removing me from Michael's arms causing me to begin to cry. However, my cry sounded more like an ear splitting scream then crying.

"What did you do?" My mother asked picking me up and rocking me back and forth gently. "Shhhh. Don't cry please don't cry little one." My mother whispered I whimpered in reply.

Michael turned and faced us anger radiating off him in waves. He clenched his fists as the men escorted him out of the room causing me to start crying loudly once more. Reaching towards him. "Ikey"

"Oh dear. I was afraid something like this might happen." Dr. Loomis muttered. Despite his best efforts after our visit, Michael once again became withdrawn and didn't speak a word after we had left. The next day, our mother returned with me to the asylum with a gift for Michael.

I'm sure your all wondering where Angel was. She was with a babysitter. Unfortunately, the baby sisters didn't like me. I was what they called a holy terror. Everyone refused to babysit me. Angel sure but me, absolutely not. So here I am once again visiting with Mikey.

"Michael I brought something for you. I thought maybe you'd like to hang them up in your room." Our mom said handing Mikey pictures of him holding Angel and another one of him holding me. Michael just stared at the photos no emotions evident in his gaze. "Doctor would it be ok if I let Tina sit near Mikey while we talk?"

"I don't think that would be wise. Her reaction at having to leave him was rather disturbing. Since your last visit he has become even more withdrawn. He hasn't responded to any type of treatment. Perhaps, it might be wise to consider the idea of electro shock therapy."

Our mother sat me down a little bit aways from Mikey while she and Dr. Loomis talked out in the hallway.

Wanting to be closer to Michael I frowned and began to cry the nurse looked over in my direction and frowned. "Oh do shut up I'm trying to read." Michael frowned beneath his mask. He hated it when people yelled at me. Then I watched as the nurse picked up the pictures and said "cute babies." Then tossing the pictures back at Michael she replied with a smirk "couldn't possibly be related to you."

"Mean wady." I replied with a frown.

"Look kid, if you don't shut up I swear I will duck-tape your mouth shut." The nurse replied glaring at me.

"Ikey?." I replied nicely pointing towards my brother.

"No." She stated not even looking at me.

So I repeated again more firmly "Ikey! Ikey!"

At this, she picked me up and frowned at me. "You stop that this instant!"

When I replied again with "Ikey." I replied reaching towards him. However, instead of handing me to him She pulled down my pants and swatted my behind causing me to wail. "Perhaps that will teach you not to throw a temper tantrum you little brat. Now shut up and let me read my book! Or I swear I will tape that mouth of yours shut." She replied.

Mikey POV

Now she had gone too far. First she mocked me and then smirked about it. Then she had the audacity to not only threaten my sweet angelic baby sister but to spank her as well. That was my breaking point. "Ikey make meanie go bye bye?." Tt asked her request barely audible.

I smile at Tt nodded and winked at her beneath my mask. Then I turned my attention back to the nurse and did exactly as my baby sister had requested. Grabbing a nearby plastic fork, I stabbed it into the lady's neck.

Suddenly alarms started blaring and Dr Loomis and our mother watched as guards rushed towards the room. "What's going on?"

Our mother let out a scream of shock and Dr.
Loomis called out to Me in confusion. I was kicking and screaming and our mother rushed over to try and calm me down. However, when she removed my mask she saw an anger so intense that she was both in shock but also completely terrified. Our Mother backed into the corner and cried as she stared at me.

Tina POV

When we went home, mommy became extremely depressed and drank herself into a stupor watching videos of her and Michael. She held a gun in her hand and once the video stopped playing she sobbed and pulled the trigger committing suicide.

It was lucky for us that Dr. Loomis was concerned for her wellbeing and decided to stop by to see how she was doing. He shook his head "I was too late." He moaned and he looked over at the two of us sadly. We were placed in the foster care system and were separated. To keep us safe from Michael should he ever escape our identities were completely changed. I was given the name Catherine. I wound up being placed with a family in the State of Ohio who lived in a small town called Springwood.

My foster sister knew the reason I had been placed in the foster system and made up cruel songs to mock me. "Your Mommy committed suicide because she couldn't stand looking at you. Your the Sister of a maniac. He killed your family and should have killed you. Poor little orphan nobody loves you. Nobody loves you."

They would sing bringing me to the point of tears. On the bright side, Springwood was beautiful town and seemed like the perfect place to grow up but it held a deep secret. One they had tried to deny. There was a child murderer loose in the town. He had already murdered 20 children and the number of missing children kept growing.

My foster parents decided to contact child services to see if I could be returned to the foster care system. They claimed to love me as much as their own children and yet, they wanted to send me away. Why only me? Why not their daughter too? I asked myself with a frown. I decided that I wasn't going to wait for the child services to come and pick me up so I grabbed my backpack full of my favorite clothes and toys and rushed down the street. Soon I found myself on the playground watching the other children play happily.

It wasn't fair. Why did they get to be so happy? Why did they get to have mommies and daddy's who loved them and I didn't? As soon as they spotted me they began to sing that awful song. "Your mommy commuted suicide because she couldn't stand looking at you. Your brother's a maniac he killed your family too bad he didn't kill you. Poor little orphan Nobody wants you. Nobody loves you and nobody ever will. Sister of a maniac. Sister of a maniac."

Hurt by their cruel words I ran to the farthest part of the playground and hid as tears streamed down my face. It had started to rain and the other children had gone home. I soon found myself soaking wet and shivering alone in the playground. "Hello there Catherine." A man in a green and red sweater and brown fedora asked me. "Aww aren't you going to say hello?"

I shook my head no. "I'm not supposed to talk to strangers my foster mommy and daddy said so." I replied looking up at him worriedly. What did this strange man want?

"That's very wise of your mother and father sweetie, very wise in deed. My name Catherine, is Freddy Kruger. You are Catherine. So now we are not strangers anymore correct?"

"I guess so."

"Perhaps you'd like a ride home. It's getting late and I'm sure your mother and father must be worried sick by now."

"No they won't. They don't want me anymore. They wish I never came into their lives." I replied tearfully holding back a sneeze.

"Shhh little one don't cry. I promise everything will be alright." Freddy said sweetly as he took my hand and headed towards his car. This was too easy. It was like taking candy from a baby.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked suddenly fearful. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go with this man. An angry glare from him caused me to shrink back in my seat. "I'm sorry." I whispered and he smiled at me through the drivers mirror.

"We will be there shortly Princess. Don't you worry about a thing." He replied giving me a wink as we continued to drive down the road.