Over Protective Much? (Michael Myers X Journalist Reader)

Moving day.

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

𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉, 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉.
𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐..

𝖨 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋.
𝖨 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 (𝖱/𝖭) 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄.

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?- 𝖶𝖺𝗂𝗍, 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝖧𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽? 𝖮𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝖽.. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 "𝖡𝗈𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇" 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗒𝗍𝗁.
𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗎𝗉 (𝖱/𝖭)'𝗌 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋.

𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽.

"𝖧-𝗁𝖾𝗒 (𝖸/𝖭𝗇𝗇𝗇𝗇𝗇).."
(𝖱/𝖭) 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾.

"𝖧𝖾𝗒 (𝖱/𝖭), 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄."

"𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖨 𝖺𝗆, 𝗃-𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁. 𝖧-𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗈𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁?"

𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒.