Trick Or Treat || Michael Myers X Reader

Chapter Twenty Eight

Haddonfield, Illinois
November 4th, 1978

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It would appear that i'd fallen asleep after all of the recent excitement.

I could feel my body beginning to wake up, my hands beginning to tremble whilst I stretched. My entire frame was aching and sore, which was most likely as a result of what Michael and I had done in my room.

I opened my eyes and smiled, those memories from not long ago flashing into my mind. I curled up in my bed, hiding my face in my pillow and giggling like a little school girl, still in disbelief that my dreams of being with Michael were coming true!

As a child I would have fantasies of being able to marry him, or to even kiss him, and it seemed as though everything was playing out just as i'd dreamed it would.

With that I slowly sat up, moving my hands to rest them on my stomach, a twinge of pain washing over me as I stood up. My legs wobbled a bit before I steadied myself.

I glanced around my room, taking note of the fact that Michael was nowhere to be found. So, I made my way out to the hallway and down the stairs, "Michael, my love?" I called tiredly, stretching my arms before lowering my hands to fidget with the night gown I had slipped on last night.

Per usual, I had gained no response, which lead me to the living room. There, at the front door stood Michael, staring through the small window on it.

I smiled in relief, happy to find that none of what i'd experienced was just a dream. I hurried behind my lifelong lover and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his back.

"Good morning.." I hummed quietly, feeling incredibly at ease in his presence.

Just the simple sound of his breathing sent me into a trance.

"Did you sleep at all? Have you eaten anything?" I asked, pulling away from him so that I could shift to look up at his mask; which still stared outside.

I waited a moment in silence, watching as Michael finally turned his head to look down at me, his eyes scanning my features before he glanced in the direction my puppy was in.

I followed his stare, my eyes landing on my resting dog, who was strewn out across the couch. I smiled and ambled towards the fuzzy animal, my palm running along his fur for a moment, waking up the young pet.

I stared at the puppy and tilted my head, my fingers carefully scratching at him. "He still needs a name." I stated, glancing at Michael, who seemed to hesitate before walking towards both me and the puppy.

The tall slasher sat down on the couch, the dog lay directly beside him whilst I had stationed myself on the floor.

"Do you have any ideas on a name?" I asked him, smiling eagerly, "He's like our very own little baby." I attempted to joke, snorting a bit when Michael refused to react.

A moment had passed and I glanced around uncomfortably, trying my very best to think of what else I could say.

"Maybe Doug. He looks like a Doug..." I commented, furrowing my brows and pursing my lips, my eyes studying the friendly animal before me.