Over Protective Much? (Michael Myers X Journalist Reader)

Early Morning of the Moving Day

(𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾!)

October 19th.
(Y/N)'s POV:

𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾.
𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾.

𝖨 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇.

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺.

𝖡𝗎𝗍...
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 (𝖱/𝖭).

𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋.
𝖨𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖠𝖬𝖤 𝖦𝖴𝖸 𝖥𝖱𝖮𝖬 𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖤𝖱.

Third POV:

"𝖴𝗆, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾."
(𝖸/𝖭) 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎.
𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 (𝖸/𝖭) 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗒.

"𝖴𝗁𝗁𝗁, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?"
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖾.
𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒.

".... 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝗈 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍?"
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘣 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘢𝘸𝘯.