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RZ Michael Myers x Non-Binary Reader

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"Behave,"

That was what you had said to Michael before the both of you left your shared home in the direction of the nearest shopping center on a mission to finally get Michael some new clothing. As the both of you made your way into the shopping district of town you hoped for the mall to be empty since Michael's track record with strangers was less than favorable.

Happily, you pulled up to the mall to see an almost desolate parking lot save for the few vehicles owned by employees and a handful of customers. Parking you were quick to grab Michael's hand and drag him out of the vehicle, his blond hair shielding his face as you guided him into the building.

Eerily silence was a wonderful sound as bored workers lazed around enjoying the unprompted break they were getting. You were almost in the clear, the store you desired to go to was only a few steps ahead.

"[Deadname]?" you froze where you stood. Michael's head turns in the direction of the stranger approaching both of you– well a stranger to Michael at least, you knew them all too well. "This is crazy!" your family member exclaimed as they outstretched their arms for a hug, not having any of it Michael pulled you back just as they closed their arms. Saving you from the embrace.

"Wha-" Looking to Michael your family member finally acknowledged the tall man lurking behind you. "Is this your boyfriend?" they inquired, moving much too close to the both of you to be comfortable. "I sure hope so, wouldn't want you to end up like all the other single women around here."

Michael's hand in yours tightened, his eyes slanting as he glared. "Not she," was all you had to say for your family member's face to sour before waving their hand dismissively "Your still not seriously faking that they/them bullshit are you?" they questioned before laughing as if they had just talked about a funny childhood memory. After only getting radio silence in response however everything became tense, "No I'm not faking anything, I am still non-binary." you responded your heart tightening in your chest and face flushing with embarrassment and rage.

"That's not even a real-" before your family member could continue on their bigoted tirade, Michael was tugging you away into the shop. Leaving them gaping like a fish and fuming in the dust.

You were proud of Michael, truly. He had controlled himself so well. As soon as your family member had opened their mouth, spewing garbage you were sure Michael would have lost it. "How about we get a treat on the way home, Michael. Since you handled that asshole so well," you said not missing the small upward tilt of Michael's lips from under his hair before he nodded his head in agreement.

Not long into the search for clothing that not only fit Michael but he would wear the man had disappeared from your side. Turning around your eyes widened the graphic tee in your hands long forgotten. You hadn't let go of his hand for more than a moment and already, you had lost your imposing boyfriend to the sea of clothing racks.

Frantically you searched the store before coming up with nothing. Panicked you ran out of the department only to come face to long blond hair with Michael– "Aha, fuck," a bloody Michael.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you had thought all while turning Michael around towards the store entrance. With you pushing his back Michael let you lead him out of the stores towards the vehicle you had come in again.

As you drove home with a satisfied Michael you couldn't help but think of how naive you were thinking that the Michael Myers would just suddenly not default to murder when presented with conflict and let them live. Pulled from your stupor Michael's hand rested on your shoulder, "They hurt you," he signed "That's unforgivable."

You couldn't help but forgive Michael as strange as it sounded. While his methods may be unethical he was only trying to make you feel better in his own way, and how you smiled at him and nodded his attempts to cheer you up seemed to have worked... this time.