Warning ⚠️ reference to different types of sex. (No actual lemon in the story.)

Michael POV

It was halloween once more and I stood watching the trick or treaters go by. I frowned as I noticed that my house was not empty. A group of teenagers had decided that it would be a cool place to party. As I watched the teenagers drink and make out I tried to decide if I wanted to kill them. As I watched the party I noticed a small child no more then two years old in the background wearing a clown costume and I smiled beneath my mask.

I watched as the small child crawled over to the bed and called up to the young woman on the bed. "Mama?"

The young teenage woman who seemed to be about 16 glared angrily at the child. "What do you want you little brat? I told you not to bother me!" She yelled at the small child who's eyes filled with tears. "Rotten little brat always spoiling my fun." The teenage girl muttered as she returned to kissing her boyfriend. Again the infant tried to get her mother's attention.

"Mama?"

The teenage boy stood up as if he were going to leave but the girl pleaded with him. "Don't go."

"Sorry sugar, but I didn't come here just so I could spend the night babysitting some little brat."

"She's your kid too." The little girl's mother muttered.

"Would you quit with that she's my kid crap! I knew from the moment I laid a hand on her head that she wasn't mine. And even if she were, that doesn't mean that I have to give a rats-behind about her. Now we came here to have some fun. Obviously that's not going to happen with the kid here. Why'd you bring her anyway?"

"I couldn't find a babysitter. Please stay. I promise I'll let You do whatever you want to me."

"Whatever I want?" The teenage boy repeated intrigued by the idea. "No limitations whatsoever? I could ask anything of you and you'll do it?"

"Well.... Not everything and you have to listen to me when I say No. Or if I ask you to stop." The girl replied.

"Now where's the fun in that?" The boy sighed "fine. Hay, are you still breast feeding the brat or does she take a bottle now?"

"She refuses a bottle so I have no choice but to breast feed her."

"Then you should have plenty milk right?" The young man asked with a sly smile.

"Yeah for the baby."

"Not tonight. Tonight those milk jugs & their sweet nectar are all mine."

"Then what's she supposed to have? I told you she won't drink from a bottle."

"Then she will starve because by the time I'm done with you, you won't have milk for at least a week. She could have my "milk". The young man replied with a giggle.

The child's mother groaned. "That is wrong on so many levels. Can't you share?"

The young man replies. "Fine if I must. Now, as for that thing, bring the little brat over here. I'll teach her to keep her mouth shut." The teenage boy replied removing his belt from his pants. The mother glared angrily at the small child picking the child up and placing them over the young man's knee. Immediately he pulled down the child's bottoms exposing their behind and he brought the belt down upon the child.

"You, do NOT (smack) interrupt (smack) your mother and I (smack), when we are having fun!" (Smack). "You will (smack) keep your mouth (smack) shut!" At this point the little Y/G was sobbing uncontrollably making the teenage boy angrier. "I said shut up!" He growled smacking the child over and over again. At least ten more times. Before pulling the child's pants up and shoving them out of the bedroom.

"I don't want to hear so much as a peep out of you for the rest of the night or you'll be in for one hell of a beating." The boy said before slamming the door in their face. The child sat there whimpering and no one seemed to notice them. They were either too drunk or to busy making out to care.

I clenched my hand into a fist my face turning into a snarl under my mask. I let out a low growl and I headed into my house using the back door. The small child slowly crawled across the floor until they bump into my leg. Wanting to know what they had bumped into they looked up to see a giant standing before them.

I stepped around the child and made my way towards the door that they had been tossed out of. Instantly I burst through the door causing the child's mother to scream out in terror. Unbeknownst to me, the child had crawled after me and watched as I killed their mother and father.

"Mama?" The infant called crawling over to their mother's lifeless body which I had dropped to the floor. "Mama?" When their mother didn't respond they crawled over and examined the boy's body.

They shook the body and then looked up at Me in confusion. Then they raised their hands as if asking to be picked up. "Da-da?" I stood there shocked for a moment then shook my head and turned to leave. I was surprised to find the little one crawling after me. "Da-Da?"

I tried ignoring the child but they tugged on my pant leg again. I paused and looked down at them. "Da-da?" They repeated this time more determined. I shook my head no and walked off. Unfortunatly the child just wouldn't take a hint and continues to follow me. I walk down the corridor killing all those in my path.

"Da-da?" The child asks crawling to the edge of the staircase. Just as they are about to fall down the stairs I swoop the child up into my arms and sigh. I point to the stairs and shakes my head. The child looks at me with a puzzled expression. I place them away from the edge of the staircase and start to continue down the hallway.

This time the little tyke crawl towards the room where their parents had been. I watch the child curiously as they paw at the dead teenager's top "num num? Momma? Num num?" I groan as I realize that the child was still breast fed. Well that was going to have to change and quickly. Picking the child up once more I shake my head no.

The child looks at me puzzled and points towards their mother "nom nom?"  Again I shake my head as I bring the child into the kitchen. Placing them in an old highchair. Then I immediately go about preparing the kid a bottle. The child looks at me clearly confused.

"Nom nom." I say as I hand the bottle to the little tyke. The child tries to pick up the bottle but it slips out of their grasp and onto the floor. They begin to whimper and tremble as they look down at the bottle.

I failed to notice the child's fear. I simply pick the bottle up off the floor rinse it off and hands it to them once more. "Nom nom." I says again but after taking a sip the child looks at me confused.

"Not nom nom.?" The child replies confused...

I roll my eyes as I realize that I am going to have to show the child that it is ok to drink the bottle's contents. So I take a quick sip of it and say "mmmm. Yummy nom nom." I then hand
the child the bottle which they accidentally drop it on the floor once more. Use to being hit for dropping things the child begin to tremble and try not to cry.

I notice this and stroke their cheek to comfort them. "Shhh. I won't hurt you little one." I sighs as I realize that the child is not old enough to hold the bottle on their own yet.

Picking it up once more I run the bottle under the hot water to clean off the dirt. Then picking the child up out of the high chair I holds them close to me. I raise the bottle to the child's lips. "Drink."

The child takes a sip and then looks at me confused then proceeds to push my hand holding the bottle away. "Not nom nom."

I sigh. "No it's not mommy's nom nom. It's milk. It's yummy. Now drink up little one." I reply putting the bottle to their lips once more. Reluctantly they drink the entire bottle and instantly begin to feel sleepy . They wipe their eyes and yawn and then stick their thumb in their mouth falling asleep in My arms. As I look down at the small child I decide that I am going to have to take care of them from now on. Especially since they are already so attached to me.

In the middle of the night the child begins to wail. I hear them and rushes to their side. When they see me they begin to tremble and whimper. The little one tries to scamper away from me but cant go far due to being in a crib. Rushing to their side I pick them up you and begin to gently rock them back and forth. "Shhhh. It's ok little one. Don't cry. Daddy's here. Everything will be alright."

"Momma." The child replies pointing towards your mother's dead body.

"Shhh she can't hurt you anymore. I won't let anyone hurt you I promise." I whispered quietly kissing the child on their forehead. They yawn and laid their head against my huge chest. I could tell that they were trying desperately to stay awake as they listened to the sounds of my heart beating. Despite their efforts they soon fell asleep. I look down at the child and sigh. I have no idea how to raise a child let alone an toddler.

Reader POV

You wake up in the middle of the night to a wet feeling and realize that you have wet your diaper. Immediately you began to quietly cry not wanting to wake the strange man up. Your mother usually hit you if you interrupted her play time or if woke her up. Michael stirred and you whimpered not wanting to be punished. "What's the matter little one?" Michael asks with a yawn.

"Me go pee-pee." You reply quietly Michael looks down at you and growls slightly in irritation. They Wiggling you hear your tummy growl slightly and you look up at Michael who was pacing the room. "Nom nom." Michael whips his head in your direction and lets out a frustrated groan. How could I be hungry again? He just fed me a few hrs ago. No wonder my mother was so grumpy. This waking up at all hrs of the night routine was going to have to stop and it was going to have to stop right now.

After finding your diaper bag he found a diaper and somehow managed to get you changed properly. Then grabbing a bottle he held it to your lips and you drank from it greedily. You yawn and Michael gives you a grunt indicating that he was satisfied with your behavior. "Wobe you da-da." You say with a yawn as you once again fall asleep listening to the sound of Michael's beating heart. You didn't know why but being in his arms made you feel safe. Michael looked at your sleeping form and sighed. He wasn't sure how he was going to take care of you, but he knew one thing for sure he was never going to let anyone hurt you.

Michael looked down at the diaper bag and realized that he was going to need a lot more supplies really soon. Grabbing his knife he decides to go see he can find anything in the nearby houses. He stayed in the shadows to avoid being seen.

The next morning, you woke to find yourself alone. There was no sign of your daddy. You heard a strange and somewhat scary noise downstairs and began to whimper. You tried to hide as a strange man entered your room. This wasn't daddy. Where was daddy? You tried to be a quite as you could as you watched the strange man explore the room. You watched him curiously as he examined your mother's body. "This makes 15." The man muttered as he rose to leave. It was then that he noticed the crib and began to make his way towards it. You tried to make yourself smaller as he peered into the crib. His eyes going wide with shock. "I need a medic in here immediately!"

"Did someone one manage to survive this horrible massacre?" His co-worker asked he nodded his head towards where I was located. "Oh you poor thing."

"This must be the child's mother." The strange man said pointing towards my mother's lifeless body.

The strange lady came and lifted me out of the crib and I whimpered. "It is strange, the killer murdered everyone but left this child alive. Who do you think we are dealing with?"

"This is the Myers house and last night was Halloween. Perhaps Michael returned home and wasn't pleased to see people parting in his home."

"This does fit his MO but why leave the infant alive? Why not kill her too? It's not like Michael Myers actually has a heart. He has never left victims alive before." The lady replied.

"Want da-da." I whimpered and the police looked at me in surprise.

"Umm did she just????" The Officer who discovered me asked in shock.

"Want da-da!" I replied once again this time fighting back tears.

"Shhhh little one. Everything is going to be alright. Your safe now." The lady replied gently rocking me back and forth in an effort to comfort me.

Michael watched from his hiding spot as the police searched his house and brought the bodies of his victims out one by one. He frowned and let out a low growl when he saw the female police Officer holding me in her arms. "So, what are we going to do with the little one?" The officer who found me asked.

"We are going to follow protocol. The child will be taken to the local hospital and examined and once they have been cleared for release they will be handed over to a representative of DCF. (Department of children and families.)" The female officer replied as she continued to rock me back and forth gently.

"Want da-da." You reply with a pout. Where had he gone? You smile as you spot him in the bushes. "Want down."

The police officer places you on the ground and you start to crawl towards Michael. However, before you can reach him you are picked up by the officer once more. "Just where do you think your going?" The officer asks with a smile.

I look over in the direction of the bushes but Michael had disappeared. I looked around searching for any sign of him. When I couldn't find him I began to cry. "Shhh little one don't cry. Everything is going to be alright."

"Want down!" I replied but the cop shook his head no.

"Sorry kid. There is no way I'm putting you down again. The last time I did, you tried to escape."

"Want down."

"No."

"Want down! What down! Want down!" I yelled kicking at the officer and hitting his shoulders over and over again in irritation.

"Come on kid cut it out."

"No! Want down!" I replied and the officer groaned in frustration.

"A little help here?" He asked turning to his partner who laughed in reply.

"What's the matter? Are they too much for you to handle?" The other officer replied with a chuckle.

"Want Down! Want da-da!" My tummy grumbles and I begin to whimper.

"What's the matter little one?"

"Want nom nom." I reply pawing at the woman's shirt. The officer's face pales slightly.

"I think we've got a bit of a problem."

"Oh?"

"I think the little one was still being breast fed.."

"So feed her." The male cop replies.

"It's not that simple.."