#1978 micheal imagine

[tonixe]

"Oh Micheal..."

notes: I'm back and for real this time, school kicked my ass and I'll going to try to answer all the requests and publish all of them, sorry guys for not uploading xx.

PTS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MIGHT BE LATE OR EARLY.

warning: smut, p in the v, creampie, readers a virgin, non-con to semi-con, penetration, and BJ.

pairing: micheal myers x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

The old rusty clock, the arms of the clock moving to what you think is taking its sweet time. Laying down your head on your desk, looking at your friend who was sitting to the right of you, Laurie Strode. You guys knew it each other since middle school, and your moms are parents too which put some relations between you guys.

Finally, the bell rang as you got up took your books, and walked to Laurie who was just packing up like you, "Laurie, what are you doing on Halloween night?" I asked, putting my back on the side of my shoulder, and leaning down on her desk. "Im going to babysit Tommy today, he's my neighboorhood' kid, and they're going to be busy this Halloween," Laurie muttered before you guys started walking out of the classroom to the the hallway. It was usually loud during between periods, but it was the end of the day. -And it was Halloween, "So, what are you going to do this Halloween?" I heard Laurie mention, turning my head towards her realizing I virtually didn't have any plans this year, I was too old for trick or treating and I wasn't going to some dumb Halloween party being hosted.

"Hm, never thought about it before.." I said, looking down the hallway, it was pretty packed with people getting their stuff out of their locker. "Maybe I'll just hang out with you while you babysit, don't wanna be alone on Halloween" I exclaimed, "So.. you're just going to watch some Halloween movie with the kid and give him snacks and shit like that," I asked.

"Probably" She giggled, "maybe some jack o' lanterns if he's lucky," she said, we walked out of the school building, hearing Lynda screaming out names, as she got to us. She was heaving, leaning back, "Where the hell were you guys going?" She exclaimed, "Home" I looked at Laurie and we laughed together, "Come on guys" She groaned, and we walked down the pavement, to the street crossing to our high school.

Haddonfield was a quiet place until 1963, with a kid named Micheal who murdered his own sister, i heard of it everywhere. Different stories and various, it was cruel. I learned from it with my dad's old newspapers, with the letter bold of what the young elementary kid did. "HEY," We heard some yelling again, before Lynda lit her cigarette, smoking it. She turned her head, "It's Annie" She said, "You guys didn't wait for me at all" She yelled, "We did, like 15 minutes and you totally did show" Before we started walking again, Lynda and Annie sharing a cigarettes, as she shared what happen.

"Paul really dragged you to the locker room" I giggled, "Yeah, and he got grounded so he won't be coming over to mine tonight" She blew out the smoke from her lips. "Laurie whatcha thinking about?" I asked, "I forgot my chemistry book!" she groaned, rubbing her head. "So what! I forgot all my books, like my math book, chemistry, English, and more" Lynda started ranting, "Even my French book" She giggled. Before a car started driving across the road, grabbing Laurie's attention, I noticed looking at the direction she was looking at, "Isn't that Van Grahm?" Lynda said, "I don't think so.." Laurie whispered.

"I think he's cute" She smiled out, as we all watched the car drive before Annie said something, "Hey jerk! Speed kills!" She yelled before we noticed the car stopping in its tracks. My heart was beating fast against my chest, waiting for something to happen before it started driving.

"Phew" I muttered, "Sometimes Annie you're going to get us in some deep trouble," Laurie said.

"Totally," Lynda said. Before we all started walking down the pavement.

I was at Laurie's house sitting down on the couch, she was babysitting a kid named Tommy Doyle, and he was glued to the TV screen watching some kid Halloween movie, i was bored so I watched some of it.

I heard the doorbell ringing as I got up from the couch walking to the door, "I'll get it, Laurie!" Looking into the peephole, it was Annie and her little sister. I opened the door, "It's Annie and her sister" I yelled out, "I didn't know you were going to be here Annie" I said, "Yeah, just need my sister to be here, so I can go to Paul's place" She said, "I thought he was grounded?" I questioned, "he is but his parents are going to be out" She gave me a sneaky smile.

I and Annie were in the middle of a conversation after that Annie left to go back to her house, I put on some different Halloween movies as I walked to the kitchen with Laurie preparing the jack o' lanterns, "Those are so good jack o' later" I pointed at the pumpkins, "Thanks" she said, "Could you make some popcorn for Tommy and Lindsay?" She asked, "Sure" I took some of the microwave popcorn popping it into the microwave setting the timer, before leaning back on the counter.

"So this is how you're going to spend your whole Halloween" I asked, "Yeah, but it's a little fun" She confessed, "How is taking care of two brats fun?"

"I don't know maybe because I have something to do" She shrugged

We spoke until we heard yelling from Tommy, Me and Laurie ran to the living room, "Boogeyman!" He screamed before he grabbed our attention, I rushed to him, "Where?" I said, looking at the window he was pointing to, "Y/N, did you add anything?" she asked, as she held Lindsay, "Nope, nothing there Tommy" I said, "Oh, stop Tommy stop that, there no one there" Laurie said,

"Nobody believes me" Tommy muttered, "I do Tommy," Lindsay said, as they sat down on the couch. Some part of me believed what Tommy said, especially with all the mysterious things that were happening around Haddonfield, "Is there a boogeyman" I whispered looking through the blinds, before I stepped back and sat down on the sofa. A few minutes passed and I got stuck watching some random movie with the kids. The phone started ringing and Laurie got up to answer it, "Are you fooling around again?" she put her hand on her hips before her eye faltered, "I'll kill if this is a joke" I turned my head, "Annie" she repeated to the phone before she quickly put the phone back on the charge.

"Who called?" I asked, "Annie" she said, looking at the window before trying to call her again. "Hold on, could you watch them for me?"

"Sure," I said. A few minutes passed before I looked at the time, "Okay, guys it's time to go to bed" I said, "But it's so early" Tommy groaned, "Well, you guys should be up to date, now bed, now" I watched them as they got up the stairs going to a room, "Now, where the hell is Laurie" I whispered.

I watched some TV, waiting for her, almost falling asleep, I heard banging from the door, and Laurie screaming from behind, I quickly opened it as she shut the door behind her locking it and turning off the lights. Running the phone, putting in the policy number. Her clothes were ripped and she was scared, "Laurie, what happened?" I asked worriedly. She put down the phone, becoming more frantic. "Where's Tommy and Lindsay?"

"There sleeping, right now" I said, stretching my arms, "Laurie what the hell to you?" I pointed to her clothing. "Tommy was right, something is outside" she heaved pushing me down as she was down hiding behind the couch, before she saw a figure. There were armed with a bloody knife, I screamed, backing up before Laurie stabbed the intruder with a large crochet needle. "What the fuck" my eye widen, my heart pounding.

"Come" Laurie grabbed my hand, and we ran some else to the house, hiding from the intruder, "W-what is going on.." I whispered, "Be quiet" she whispered back. Hearing footsteps creeping, the hit didn't affect him. "I'll going to be right back," she said, quietly getting away from where you were, I was scared my heart to my chest.

I held my breath as he got closer, before I saw his knife beside me, I screamed before running up the stairs, my legs had never gone that fast before, I ran upstairs locking the door behind me, before I leaned back, a knife was inserted. As I screamed, crawling back further down. The shadow broke the door as I saw up and personal, he had a white mask with hair and was in a coverall.

"Please," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks, as I crawled back, "please, I won't tell anyone," I said, as he got closer to me his knife in hand, before stopping. I looked up at him, I couldn't see anything but the window did something showing his big shadow.

I felt my body trembling, as I breathed in. I didn't know what to do, looking at him. "What do you want.." I yelled, he didn't respond to me, blankly staring at me.

An idea came into my head and made me feel shameful for doing it but I crawled towards him and looked at him, he didn't lower his knife it seemed like he was frozen in the same position he had before.

My hands were on the waist part of his pants before I felt his hand grabbing mine, I was scared but he released them. Maybe what I had in my head was right, pulling his pants fully down. There was an evident bulge poking out. I held my breath, my thighs rubbing against each other, it was huge.

I had second thoughts of doing it but it looked like he wanted it.

Taking off his boxer revealing his cock sprang out, and the tip was red. I bit my lip, looking up at him, there wasn't a response just silence. Licked the pre-cum oozing out, looking up, he was just staring at me. I started taking him into my mouth, my jaw got tired, felt it hitting the back of my mouth, and it wasn't fully in. Tears on my waterline, before I felt some hands on the back of my head, shoving his dick into my mouth.

Some saliva dripped out of my mouth, breathing through my mouth. I heard his groans, as he kept face fucking me. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to stabilize before I felt hot loads going down my throat before he released his hands over me. I gasped, breathing. My salvia connects to the pink tip of his dick.

Rubbing my legs, feeling my cunt getting wetter, looking up at the intruder. It felt shameless that I was getting horny off of this, rubbing myself. Feeling his hands on me, he forcefully took off my panties underneath my skirt, flipping my skirt up and revealing my cunt. The cold air hitting it made me feel tense. I propped my elbows on the floor, "Wait, please!" I cried out, feeling a sharp pain inside of me, making my body jolt up.

I whimpered out in pain, feeling his large hands on my hips. Thrusting up into my g-stop, making me moan, turning my head. My walls spasming around his cock, his hips smacking into my pelvis, making my moans tremor. "F-fuck" I groaned.

My body jolted with every rhythmic smack to my pelvis. I didn't know why I enjoyed it, I should be in fear by now, but I'm just savoring every moment. Feeling a hot sensation in my lower core, feeling his cock hitting my stop, making me bend my back.

Before I saw a white flash in my eyes, a loud moan ripped out of my throat, I gripped the sheets beneath me. "P-please" I whispered, my eyes feeling heavy. He didn't stop, thrusting into me, making me bend in a sort of way. My skin felt sticky with sweat on my body, I breathed out and in. His rhythm getting sloppier, feeling his hand on my legs.

Lifting them, as he plunges into me, his groans getting louder. feeling him inside of me in parts I didn't know existed. Bending over in ecstasy. Before I felt hot loads inside of me, making me hot.

My chest rose slowly, my eyes looking at him lazily. "Please.." I whispered, his grip still on me. I felt his dick soften inside of me.

Feeling his grasp coming off me, I put my head down. My body feeling tired, and before I felt myself closing my eyes. The last thing I saw was the intruder leaving, I tried to get him but he disappeared.

the only thing I saw when I woke up was Laurie, she had a towel wrapped around my body, the police checking the house and a doctor, I think his name was Mr. Loomis was with us.

"What did he do to you" I heard Laurie whisper to me, I didn't say anything just look at the house, which soon filled with police officers. I felt something dripping down my leg, squeezing my leg. I remember the shameful thing I did with him, biting my lip.

[slasherhomo]

today another goofy day-

[terracebatman]

Michael Myers vs Jason but it gets censored

[ghostgirl101]

Can you please do another for OG Michael Myers? I loved your first one, the fluff slayed me! Maybe reader works at Smith's Grove and takes an interest in Michael, what that would be like, etc.? Anyway, whatever you want!

Being Michael Myers' Psychiatrist Would Be Like This:

A/N: Glad you enjoyed the last one. I'll be doing some for the older Michael Myers at some point soon too 🙃

🔪• Michael's been locked up for basically fifteen years, so he's pretty familiar with how things work and has his own way of dealing with things. You were probably referred to Michael Myers after her scared away most of his old therapists, and since you're a similar age, Loomis thought that maybe you'd get more out of him than the others do.

🔪• He probably won't respond to anything you do or say while Loomis is around, looking in warily at the window. But if you're patient and gentle by the way you talk about things, as if you're just talking to a friend rather than stepping on eggshells with a crazy, psychotic killer, you'll see little changes over time.

🔪• He's used to the routine of you coming in to chat with him, even when he doesn't say a word. Michael does hear and listens to every word you say, even when you can't tell. And you usually can, because his dark, intense gaze follows you everywhere, silently observant. He's a big starer, so whether he sees you near the office spaces when he's taken outside or back to his cell, or giving another person therapy, you'll always get a strong glance before he moves on slowly.

🔪• Michael doesn't really know what draws him to you; maybe it's because you're just too frustratingly nice and understanding to him and everyone, the first person not to have looked at him like he was a monster. Maybe you're just different. The reason doesn't matter much to him once he decides that you're interesting, and confusingly pleasant to be around.

🔪• He likes any time you spend with him. Michael isn't friendly to anyone at Smith's Grove, and most of them are loud and crazed and obnoxious. It's nice when you're simply talking to him about your day, or reading a book in silence, while he stares curiously. It takes a bit of getting used to, him basically watching you for what could be hours, but it's not aggressive or predatory. He's just there, existing with you.

🔪• It's odd for someone in a place like that to be interested in him for reasons other than checking if he's really as horrifying as Loomis thinks, and then frowning because, well, he looks pretty normal? Michael feels a lot more exposed without a mask, and he doesn't have it on most of the time while he's in the asylum. He hates being vulnerable with anyone - even you at first until he gradually starts relaxing and trusting you.

🔪• I don't mean he's gonna start talking and opening up. Michael stays selectively mute all through your therapy sessions, but you've sort of learned how to read his eyes and expressions. He's often stoic, unfeeling, and indifferent, but every so often, when certain people or things are mentioned, there's a flicker of emotion that rips through the dark glare before it's pushed back down again. Or when you're not feeling a hundred percent one day when you're supposed to be having a session, you'll see Michael frown ever so slightly, his eyes scanning your face in search of injury, then your own stare to try to read what's wrong with you.

🔪• He's very protective, and it's one of the main ways he shows he cares. Any other insane prisoner that's been overwhelming you have mysteriously gone quiet or died in their sleep. Michael doesn't admit or deny doing it when you ask him, but if you look closely enough, you can see the vague amusement in his eyes when you cover your face with your hands in exasperation.

🔪• Myers still plans on escaping when he gets the chance, and you'll either be in the car that he gets in to drive off with, or he'll start showing up wherever you are at home in his stalker way. And him as a boyfriend... I've sort of covered most of that in my main dating headcanon. He's quite a bit more calmer than he was while in Smith Grove, now he has his freedom and free reign of his strength. He's not as hesitant to show affection when it's just you and him at home too, instead of trying to comfort each other awkwardly in a prison cell without guards snooping.

🔪• At the end of the day, you probably know more about Michael Myers than anyone does, and he'll most likely understand you more than you understand yourself. It works perfectly for him, and he wouldn't change the way things are. He's never really been comfortable with people before, so with you there to ease him through a warped kind of love, it settles the dark, clawing urges in his head, giving him a lot more clearness than he had before. And you've got a protector for life.

[slasher-trasher]

A/N: requested by the one and only @idektbhstuffsstuff who requested a prompt :D thank you so much ヾ(•ω•`)o

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, and Michael Myers) jealousy headcannons!

Warnings: mentions of murdering and potential truama, stalking on Michael's part, and blood on Michael's part

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Jason Voorhees:

Scenerio 1 ~Someone else hanging out with you~

-He'd see another perosn hanging out with you, he'd have many questions,

-Where did this person come from??? How'd you two meet??? A dating app???

-How is this perosn not dead!!!

-Well don't worry ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) cause he won't tihnk about you two hanging out, but more of killing that person, even if it means infront of you

Scenerio 2 ~You're on your phone laughing at someone or liking their pic or something you get the idea~

-He'd feel a bit insecure

-He found the one, his special someone and he thought you felt the same,

-He would eventually start thinking he's failing you and eithier: A) try harder to "fix" the relationship or b) he'd get distant

-you'd have to confront him and tell him how much you love him <3

Michael Myers:

Scenerio 1 ~you with someone else~

-He never really loved you anyways

-He's cold, even more than he usually was!

-He'd do this while stalking you before and during you two dating

-Why are you hugging eachother!!!

-He gave you flowers!!!

-Yep, hate to tell you this he's dead...

-"Michael dd you kill that dude!" you squealed pointing to the tv, he did his little head tilt which told you all "THAT WAS MY COUSIN"

-...oh

Scenerio 2 ~you're liking other peeps instagram or something i still don't know~

-He doesn't care

-But if that person was here in the flesh.... the blood... the murder

-he could care less if these are online, as long as he doesn't have to see them irl

-he would get a bit clingy, but not too much

-he'd sit like stone next to you, not giving you attention, but he is sitting next to you for longer

[spaceabomination]

Part two!

AN: sorry for the wait! I'll try to get the next part out a bit quicker. Hope you like it. We'll get to the good and juicy bit in the next one.

You’re waiting.

  Spending the whole day shopping at the nearest Goodwill and reaching out to your friends on the block for a jumpsuit of your own was a thrill. It wasn’t the same color, nothing’s perfect, but you think the burnt-red really brings out the vibrancy in your hair and matches the falling leaves perfectly. You made your mask yourself out of a blank, white thing from the Hobby Lobby a town over. The eye holes were small and the nose and mouth were a bit off-center but you made it your own. A little Joker-inspired with a big, red smile and painted eyeliner. Playful eyebrows and a little beauty mark for kicks. 

  It was cold but felt invigorating and your eagerness and adrenaline were fueling a heater in your chest. You chose a spot directly underneath your window, figuring that it would be a good place for him to spot you from. You’re not sure what you are looking to gain. There’s a glee, playing with death like this, and a healthy amount of spine-tingling fear. You were drunk on it, beaming underneath your mask, practically vibrating with energy. Standing still was a challenge but the profit was well worth the discipline. 

  Your eyes made another pass up and down the street, looking for a sign of him, and on your sweep over the house across the way you see him. He’s standing in the darkened backyard, still as can be, and you wonder if it’s possible for you to read his emotions when he’s got his mask on and is so far away but you’d bet your best pair of Mary Janes that he is sporting a heavy dose of confusion and irritation. Not rage, not yet, but it could certainly grow into it. 

  The breeze kicks up again and seems to pass right through your clothes to soak into your bones. You’re glad that you thought of gloves because your little fingers would be halfway to icicles by now. The moon is showing the barest sliver of silver through dark, rolling clouds with the smell of coming rain heavy in the air. You watch his hands clench over and over like he’s trying to keep blood pumping for a little bit of warmth and you tilt your head just enough to show that you’ve seen him and you’re unafraid and enjoying yourself.

  You watch him move for the first time. His footsteps are sure and heavy with intent. Each one makes you feel just the littlest bit shaken. You’re unsure, doubt is filling your mind and tries to replace the thrill. But the amount of self-preservation in you was already nearing empty before this and it looked like you were going to just run dry. His long strides stop rigid at the line of shadow just before breaking the line between it and the light of the front porch. His move to that line had your heart beating hard within the fragile-feeling cage of your chest. Fluttering like a hummingbird, telling your brain to drench itself in giddiness and anticipation so thick, so addictive, that you were dangerously close to giggling.

  You decide to match him, stride for stride to the light of your own porch and tilt your head to the other side as if to ask him to do it again, please, please, do it again. There isn’t a lick of fear in you at this point. This is far better than being drunk. Practically delirious with glee. Then, like the shattering of glass, your phone goes off in your living room. The shrill ring close to blasting out of your open windows. You consider letting it go, saying to hell with it and any other responsibilities you have left, but you need to not leave anything to chance; some things won’t work the way you want them to come Halloween time. Your stalker isn’t the only one with plans. Though, his may be a touch more sinister than your own. 

  The moment you turn your head to the house you know that you’ve lost him again. You were never good at staring contests. A small sigh is all you afford yourself before you round the porch and take the steps at a leap, barely getting to the phone in time before you lose the call.

  “Hello?” You ask, almost angry and breathing hard, the previous giddiness melting away trashing your flush of endorphins into the proverbial gutter.

  A pre-recorded voice statics along the line, “Are you happy with your long-distance plan?”

  “Oh,” you growl, “you son of a bitch.” You slam the poor thing into its cradle and grind your teeth hard enough to cause your jaw to twinge with cramp. 

  You try to breathe through your anger and take your mask with a sharp scratch of velcro. One day stands between you and Halloween. One day before what you imagine will be the most exciting thing to happen to you since you were left in this godforsaken town. Your eviction notice will have to be heeded on it’s final day by police and a forensic team. What a way to go. What a time to be alive. Whether or not it is good to be all a-tizzy for your own death is already past you. This anticipation is rich and just as sweet. 

  Let it be known to anyone who sees: you died brutally but only after taking the fluff out of him first. Your traps are set and your house of horror built. If you’re to go out - something you’d always balanced on the fence about - well, then, you may as well make him work for it. The next twenty-four or so hours will absolutely drag but better it to stretch out than to be gone quicker than possible to savour it. 

  You can’t wait to see his face when you give him a gift before he gives you yours.

(Gs note; once again, great job! Your writing skills are amazing and always keep me.on the edge of.myy seat :) ))

@pumpkinpeyes

[njcrazy19]

😂

Julien to Michael: I don’t care if you kill people but track blood into the house and I will kill you

Michael: I’ve been shot in the head do you really think you can hurt me

Julien: *Locks bedroom door*

Michael: *Surprise Pikachu face*😮

[addisin]

Let me just rant

I always loved the Halloween franchise, as confusing, weird and blah it can be. I am so excited for Halloween Kills! So i decided to rant about my 1 big problem. Halloween (1978) and Halloween 2, were perfect sequels. Simple plot: One night Michael Myers decides to go hunting down his long lost sister (which we dont find out until the last 30 mins of Halloween 2.)  Bodies pilling up all in order to reach Laurie. 

WHILE The new sequels Halloween (1978) and Halloween (2018) completely skip over Halloween 2... Simple plot: Laurie a babysitter escaped Micheal and lost a handful of her friends. Micheal Myers is locked up again. Makes a throw away line about how Micheal and Laurie aren’t related... 40 years pass Laurie grew up fighting and waiting to destroy this killer.  WHY? (What made her think he would escape and go after her again?) Micheal has no connection to Laurie, yet he escapes again to try to kill her and her family. WHY??

NOW imagine if they kept the sequels. Halloween(1978), Halloween 2, Halloween(2018)  Micheal Myers escaped to kill her sister. Laurie not knowing why her friends and everyone is dying around her. Only to find out at the end Micheal is her brother. After that she became paranoid and learned to survive. Leading up to 40 years later. It gives a reason for her action. Gives a reason why she focused her life on destroying him. It gives a reason why Micheal Myers is still after her. It gives a reason why he will be after the rest of his family.  Just why would they change something so simple?

[raincausespaininmybrain]

Halloween 1978

Reader Discretion is advised

I see Michael Myers as a man in turmoil. There has to be more than meets the eye. Beyond the “thousand yard stare” the wheels must be turning, scheming. I guess this story took on a life of it’s own. Originally it was going to be just Michael lying in his padded room remembering events of the day. But October 2018, I kept thinking about A man tied to a tree in a field, a bonfire, and two women dancing around a fire. “What did the man do to them?"That was the big question. After reading about the "Halloween’ novelization by Curtis Richards, an idea started to form. I started to think how Smith’s Grove improved security after the last event.

I started imagining a 15 foot (4.572m) hallway leading to an isolated room at the end. It was converted to a padded room with gym mats on the floor. It is 10 feet (3.048m) by 10 feet with a window high up. There are two rooms to the side, with one being a restroom and the other being the shower. There is a gate made of bars about 8 feet(2.438m) in front of the room. A janitor’s closet is now a guard station with TV’s and radio. Antoher set of bars is 5 feet (1.542m) in front of the new guard room. Three people have keys. There is an intercom for vistors. Escape is virtually impossible.

I started to think that the state said it would be better to keep Michael isolated in the mental hosptial. Dr. Loomis is still trying to figure his patient out. I see that the hospital is divided into two sections, the South side is for regular people who had nervous breakdowns and those who think they are Napoleon. The North side is for the criminally insane. Security is tighter after last year, with emergency funds from a private donor or the state. Those in the North are dangerous. The North side is kept colder than the rest of the hosptial and nurses complain about the patients getting sick.

Michael Myers was born on October 19, 1957.. I imagine that his mom was a nurse and his Dad was away on business trips often. Michael’s maternal grandmother would sometimes watch the kids while their mother was at work. When his sister Judith was old enough, she was the one who watched over him often. Judith’s boyfriend would come over a lot and Michael would be left ignored. In the summer of 1963 there was a change in Michael. There were times before when the boy would show destructive behavior, but this was mostly to toys and books. But that summer, Michael Myers threw a rock at another kid. There were also fights and broken windows at school.

In Smith’s Grove Michael would show antisocial behavior such as fighting, and choking other patients. In the year following Halloween 1978, Michael would hardly speak, and his voice was quiet and hoarse. Sometimes he would tell of a recurring nightmare. His hip was injured following his encounter with Laurie Strode and Dr. Sam Loomis. His eye was blurry after the coat-hanger injury. He went to the nearest hospital to steal pain killers. Two more people were killed, a doctor in the hall, and a nurse.

Following his capture, Michael Myers was given a schedule for sedatives. Sometimes the dosage would be doubled (400mg), and he would be drowsy. His recurring nightmare would become more vivid after medication. At barely six feet tall (182cm), and not too thin, Michael is stronger than he looks, especially to the unwary. The room in which he is kept has no furniture. Michael sleeps on the floor with his injured hip bothering him. His shoes are barely worn.

( I am basing these experiences with pysch meds on my own, in which I am drowsy and have weird dreams. My own hip was injured and it’s hard for me to lay on the left side.)

Judith Myers was fifteen years old. She often snuck her boyfriend in while she was babysitting Michael. Sometimes Judith would tease her brother. She was intellegent and did good in school. Judith would get scared by stories her Grandma told every Halloween. Judith was born November 10, 1948.

Edith Myers was Michael and Judith’s mother. As a nurse she would often work late. After Micheal was sent to Smith’s Grove, Edith would sob and wonder what she did wrong. She died of cancer in 1968.

Don Myers was Judith and Michael’s father. He regularly went on business trips but still made time to see his family. He was the one who unmasked Michael on Halloween 1963. Don Myers died in 1980.

Ellie Carpenter was born in 1904. She often watched Michael and Judith when their parents were at work. Grandma would often tell stories of goblins, witches and the "Bogeyman” (boogeyman), a spirit who would take away and punish bad children. Another one of Grandma’s stories was about her grandfather and what happened on Halloween night 1890. The story is a sore subject for the family and is not discussed. Grandma Ellie died in 1966.

Dr. Sam Loomis was Michael’s Psychiatrist at Smith’s Grove. He would try to reach his new patient, but there was little progress. Dr. Loomis felt responsible for the incident of late October 1978. Sam Loomis retired 1n 1980. A new doctor took his place. He is about 55 years old

Bill Taylor is the new cheif orderly. He is good at his job and has little trouble with patients. Standing at six foot three(190cm), problems are solved quickly. Bill sometimes taunts the patients in the North side of Smith’s Grove. There are rumors he liked to hit on the nurses. Bill Taylor fought in Vietnam in the early 1970’s.

Reggie is the middle aged African American orderly who sometimes talks to Michael. He is nicer to the patients and plays the radio at night. He is a about 50 years old and has a son in college.

[meat-husband]

Which version of Micheal Myers do you prefer or picture while writing? 1978 or 2006 (Rob Zombie remake).

I consider the remake a different character, like how Thomas is different from Bubba. His personality is a lot different and the awful backstory changes things up. He’s not really who I’m imagining, but I think most of what I’ve written is pretty open so you can imagine whichever one you want. I do write for RZ Mikey, though, that boi is huuuge 👌 His design was the best part of the movie tbh.

Usually I’m going off a sort of mix of everything from the original movies. I think of him as older than he was in the original, so it’s not really 78 Mikey when I write him, just a vague idea of him as a character where you can fill in the blanks to imagine whichever one you want. Personally, I like the idea of post H2 where he either doesn’t get caught, or escapes again. So that’s sorta what I’m thinking of in terms of backstory I guess.

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Saving The Boogeyman:

A 1978!Micheal Myers x reader fan fiction By oh hey-mishamigosx

Chapter Two: A Day In The Life.

Teacher Institute Days were an absolute godsend. After a not so relaxing weekend of homework and regular work, having a Monday free from the confining walls of Haddonfield High was like winning the lottery. Senior year was coming to an end for Y/n, and she couldn’t wait to escape the early mornings of high school and trade them in for the self picked classes of collage. It was no lie that she loved the small town she grew up in, but her heart longed for a city or town outside of the corn-ridden fields of the midwest.

October was drawing to a head as the weather had finally began to cool down, and the leaves were all but gone now. Halloween decorations littered front lawns and store fronts as Haddonfiled prepared for the spooky time. But Halloween was not a normal time for the residents of the small Illinois town; it never had been.

Dead leaves crunched underfoot as Y/n made her way down the street, her mind focused on a hot cup of coffee/tea at the diner just down the street. She was planning on meeting a few friends from school there to talk about the possibility of a party on the 31st, and she was excited to say the least. The only visible downside to the party was the sheer fact that she wouldn’t have a date to accompany her, which often mean eating candy and dancing to the new music from Grease or Rolling Stones greatest hits so far. She didn’t mind it terribly, she hadn’t met her match yet, but watching all her friends get down and dirty around her often led to the party being more of a discount porno then a fun get together. She was used to being the odd one out in her friend group by now, but that didn’t stop her from craving the fun she always had when with them. Even if she did end up leaving halfway through the party, prepping and decorating was her favorite part anyway. Setting up decorations, making spooky snacks, all of it was fun enough to warrant the party almost pointless by the time it rolled around.

“Y/n!” The voice came from behind her and she spun around to face the girl jogging down the sidewalk. There was a huge smile on her face as she trailed her boyfriend behind her. “Hey! If it isn’t the queen of Halloween herself! How are you enjoying this lovely October day off?”

Y/n laughed a bit as she pulled her hair from her eyes, “Hey Courtney, hey Jude.”

“Just like the Beatles!” Countney laughed as she tugged on her boyfriend's arm. He rolled his eyes as smiled,

“Sure thing babe.”

“You guys wanna head inside?” Y/n asked as she jabbed her thumb towards the diner door. Without another word the three burst into the doors of the diner, all laughs and smiles as two more boys stood from their corner booth and waved them over.

“Jesus Christ,” The woman behind the counter scoffed, “Aren’t you brats ever in school?” The ring of the bell in the cooks window drown out any response the teens could have fired back.

“Hotcakes! In the window!” Came the chefs booming voice. Y/n watched as the woman went to the window and brought the plate to a nearby table. She followed her friends to the back booth with a smile, and placed her bag on the floor as she squeezed in next to Courtney.

“So,” Jude began, “What are we having?” The two boys who had arrived earlier; Sam and Conner, laughed at the question with devilish grins.

We got enough whipped cream to kill a small village and even more chocolate milk then you could fathom.” Sam quipped with a grin. Y/n laughed at the comment and turned to the boys,

“You guys ever wish we were normal teens that got high and drunk instead of sitting at a diner drinking milk?” There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she swiped her finger through Conner’s whipped cream. The blonde retaliated by pulling his drink away from her with a scoff. She placed her finger in her mouth with a laugh enjoying the sweetness on her tongue.

“I like to remember my parties when their done thanks.” He took a huge swig of his drink and looked back to the group, mouth now full, “Plus. I’m no saint. I smoke cigarettes.”

“And that’s why your single asshole, no girl wants to french an ashtray.” Jude snarked, moving to plant a kiss on Courtney's lips.

“Good thing I’m gay as fuck then.”

There was a roar of laughter from around the table as others in the small space began looking to the teens with wary eyes. Y/n felt her face grow red as she peeled over with laughter, Conner smirked and took a bite of the pancakes that were hiding behind his coat on the table top.

As the laughter died down the sound of the TV on the other side of the diner became more clear in the air. The group continued the conversation but Y/n felt her mind drift to the broken words floating over the music and talking in the restaurant.

“Haddonfield…… free again…… nurse hurt in the process…… 14 victims….”

Y/n felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on edge as she stood, her friends looking at her very confused. She drifted slowly over to the counter, her mind in a fog as she found herself wondering why she was interested in the news at all. A sudden wave came over her that she couldn’t quite explain, but it was telling her to listen.

“Y/n. What’s wrong?” Came Courtney's voice from behind.

“Can you turn that up?” Y/n shouted as she looked to the red-headed news reporter on the screen. The snooty waitress from before furrowed her brow and grabbed the remote from under the counter, turning the volume up enough to hear clearly.

“You heard it hear first ladies and gentleman, the notorious Haddonfield Boogeyman escaped custody at Park Hill Sanatorium just last night, leaving his nurse injured but alive. Many of the guards were killed in the escape, but there is little known about the killer Micheal Myers current location.”

The diner fell silent as the news cast continued on, hushed murmurs soon filled the air as Conner stepped forward.

“Hey Y/n, doesn't your mom work there?” Jude elbowed Conner in the gut as the woman in the corner booth with her husband uttered a “Please God, not again.” Y/n froze as she stared at the name flashing on the screen.

Michael Myers.

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Hi!! I wonder if you could write something about Michael and F!Reader where they were together but he goes to Smith's Grove and when he returns come she had his child (or children)?? Ty<3

You were saddened when you saw the positivve pregnancy test.Ns… did the thing… and then he got sent to smith’s grove so you both are adults ignore the movie timeline >:(

Michael Myers x AFAB s/o who had his childern

warnings: none? slight swearing and mentions of blood, and pregnancy

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You were saddened when you saw the positivve pregnancy test. Not because of the pregnancy itself, you were happy about it, but it's the face that Michael wouldn't be here to support you.

Recently Dr. Loomis found him and sent him off to Smiths Grove, and you were devistated, you've wanted a family with him for a while.

The whole pregnancy was hard. You were basically a single parent for god knows how long. He may never come back. You couldn't even visit him. He has no idea you two were having two wonderful daughters. Once you were able to bring them both home, it was hard.

Being a single parents is really hard, having to feed to kids themselves, and everything. Changing diapers, waking up in the middle of the night, it was exausting. everyday, you wished for Michael to have just come home already, if he's even alive, but you knew Michael, he wouldn't die so easily. And if he does get out, no more murder. Period.

There you were, half asleep on the couch, rocking one baby in one arms, and rocking the other on your leg. You could barely keep your eyes open and you've seem to have been staying up for days. Micheal stood there in the doorway partly covered in blood. He didn't know how too feel. Where you cheating on him while he was gone. Where those two girls someone elses kids. How could you.

Angerly he walked over to you, only to notice those two girls were his. There on their faces, the same hair colors. Your eyes. Was it really true, did you seriously have his childern! One of the childern woke up, and upon seeing Michael, she cried. On instinct you woke up and rocked her only to turn around and see Michael. You froze there, smiling and crying from depseration and relief.

"Michael" you cried "You're alive!" Michael gave a little head tilt in response. You could tell he wanted answers, so you motioned for him to sit next to you, as you explainde the whole thing. After tuckingt he babies in their room and cribs, you went and got the pregnancy test for him, showing a postive test. He even saw the ultrasound pictures. He didn't know how to feel. He's glad to have passe don his genes, but, he didn't want his kids too grow up like him, a monster. You reassured him that that'll never happen, but he felt bad, he was sent to Smith's Grove for a reason...

[slasher-trasher]

Could I please get a found family situation with Michael and the reader (head cannons). Please not romantic, just more of a adoptive daughter situation. Love your writing

A/N: of course you can! This is so sweet o((>ω< ))o I always love these fanfics T^T also I would never do romantic so don't worry :) one more thing, you didn't specify what age you wanted the reader to be, I was thinking more of a toddler, or like someone young, but then again most of my audience is over 18, but then again... I just don't know, make your own age?? OK the reader is a teen, 15-16

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~Michael Myers (OG)~

-Warnings- mentions of blood, family death, homelessness, unofficial adoption by Michael, mentions of stalking

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Michael Myers:

-Lets get this straight, Michael is not the one who likes kids,

-Hates them actually, but when he saw you, he pitied you.

-He saw you on the side of the road, shaking and shivering, you looked dirty, when was the last time you showered

-He would watch you, you'd sit there, not really do anything, you wouldn't beg, put a sign up, nothing, some people would walk by and ask if you were ok, but never actually help,

-People were scared of him, they never liked him, they feared him, everyone did, so there he was sitting down on the sofa in his old childhood home, when you came walking in, shivering and cold, then you saw him-

-"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know someone lived here!" you said as you backed away to the door,

-was this really happening, the kid he's been watching, never screamed, never tried to actually run away

-you stood there clutching your arms, standing there awkwardly "it's cold... you think maybe I could stay here?" you asked weakly, "just for the night if thats-" he just looked back at the wall blankly, but you took it as a silent yes

-and that's were it all started, day after day you'd come back, and he'd let you, he didn't seem to mind,

-you made him sandwiches, you read a book with him, what was he feeling? Happiness, fatherly love

-He'd sleep on the couch, while you slept in one of the beds, yes he liked you that much,

-he swore he'd protect you, he didn't want anything to happen to you, didn't want the police in the way, Dr. Loomis,

-You'd never dare to ask about what his past was, or why he had blood over him

-But he was concerned on where you went one day, he remembered you leaving to go get something from the convenient store, since you actually got money now, and a stable home, but you never came back-

A/N: if ya want more let me know :D

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Your Drabble; Part One

AN: I just wanted you to know that i wrote your mental illness in here like i would my own bc we share similar diagnosis(ese?). This became a multi part thing bc i got ahead of myself. But this is a great way to work on my nanowrimo. I hope you like part one and if you have any notes, changes you'd like, or add-ons just let me know.

Someone was watching you. The first feeling was a little less than a week ago. It was the middle of October when it started. The town was fleshed out in Halloween cheer. Your own wardrobe was slowly turning into a committed homage to the holiday. You had been sitting on the porch of your aging house, paint worn and sun-bleached - flicking off in great swatches like the peeling matte black glaze on your fingernails. You were working through removing the paint from each nail carefully, blonde curls lit up buy the fading sun. Glancing around the neighborhood as casually as possible.

  The Jackson’s kids playing against the Walton’s in street hockey, some boys from down the street using a jerry-rigged ramp to give themselves bruises and scraped knees. The Widow Carmela putting out her crystal collection in her screened-in porch to charge in the full moon while her daughter pulls in the last of the laundry off of the wire. Your eyes sweep up the street through the haze of your curls and move to rub the polish off the next finger.

  Your gaze dips for a moment while you wet another cotton ball in acetone. Eyes fluttering and hazel eyes glancing down just long enough to limit your vision to the confines of the porch. Then you look up again and you see him. He’s standing still, so still that he almost looks like a part of the trees around him. A few houses down into the Cul De Sac, past the weather-worn homes with sloughing roofs and sun-kissed children’s toys to the dark woods behind. Barely illuminated by the setting sun.

  Mask white, arms and hands stiff at the sides of his jumpsuit. He’s a speck there at the head of the wood. Almost mistaking him for a trick of the light. A flash of a hallucination. Your brain far more able to scare you than any man, any thing, like he could. Since that day you’ve felt more at ease than scared. A shadow of a man crouched menacingly out the corner of your eye inspired more of a scream or a panicked jump than the feeling of Him watching you. If anything, his focused and piercing gaze felt, somehow, more reassuring than most. And if that wasn’t enough to make you feel short a few of your proverbial marbles you didn’t know what would.

  There was something he was waiting for and you were sure it was Halloween. He’d made it a point to kill on that day. Yeah, you knew who he was. A myth to the rest of the country but a reoccurring omen for your little town. His returning venture had lowered property value and pulled the town economy down to dirt. No one could kill him. No one wanted to try anymore. The town was full of people too poor to move or the few wealthy enough to winter in the Adirondacks. 

  Seems like he’s picked his pear.

  They way you figure, if you wanted to be straight with yourself, it was looking like you’re the new year’s literal sacrifice. Rotten to be up for something you’ve never entered. Fairs fair, though and you bet that when death comes it’ll do it right when it’s ready. Charon never said anything about going quietly into that good night so you may as well play dirty before your bloodied dirt nap starts the eternity of your poor, unfortunate soul.

  So you’ve decided to do your best to beat him at his game. Stalking your stalker. You’re more than patient enough to stand around and do nothing but look the man down moment for moment. Your nail polish takes longer to dry, anyway, and you practically have a PhD in daydreaming. He’ll have to look you in your apathetic eyes when he kills you. Might as well try a swipe at his mask while you’re at it; find out if he’s a monster or a monster of a man.

  The day passes into night and you make sure to move water and snacks up to your second-story room window and settle down nice and easy into a comfortable chair you’ve scratched over the wood floor to get a good look out of that window. You’ve just set comfortable with the lights off and a lamp on - with just enough light to illuminate your face - when you spot him again. Closer. He’s broken the treeline of the wood and come up to stand just out of the circle of light of a lamppost. Mask the same off-white and jumper the same grimy blue-green. 

  You wave to him good-naturedly and then promptly toss a piece of popcorn into your mouth. And so it starts. You don’t stop watching him and he doesn’t stop watching you. You’d like to think that this is burning him up a little. There’s no fear in you, no mind to lose and a strong handful of your remaining marbles, just a playful look - a wink or two, reaching out with your snacks as if to ask, ‘want any?’. He doesn’t make you afraid. What scares you? Locked away with the key thrown away because you aren’t neurotypical? That’s a real fear. Filing your taxes? Makes your stomach turn. Ending up alone? Absolutely terrifying. 

  Being murdered will certainly solve a lot of those real fears pretty quick. Gotta stay positive.

  This is the most delightfully spooky staring contest you’ve ever been a part of. It’s exciting, in a way, and honestly the absolute best way for you to spend your time. You’re making up a conversation with this big Boogey Man. 

  “Your skin looks flawless, what’s your secret?”

  The wind picks up and plays with some dry leaves across the lawn, across his feet, and you like to pretend that you can see his hands clench in irritation. His back stretch a little straighter. You’d like to think he’s got a scowl under that mask. You’d heard through schoolyard stories that he’d been locked up in that old sanatorium on the edge of town and never said a word. Nothing could make him twitch. Nothing could make him so much as crack a smile or a frown. 

  Kinda sad, when you think about it. I mean, sure, he’d killed his sister and he’s killed many more but you imagine that growing up from a little boy in a place like that only made things worse. People wither without attention. You’d read in some article that you hadn’t authenticated on account that it sounded so nice that people, in fact, need a minimum of four hugs a day. A kid growing up alone in a padded room, speaking to no-one, and live day after day without the slightest bit of affection. 

  You imagine that something like that would make you lose a few screws. Hell, here you were having a pretend conversation with the man who’d be stabbing you to death come Halloween. You’re looking forward to it, in a way. 

  “It’s a date.” You tell the man. “Don’t be late.”

  You giggle to yourself and adjust in your chair. Does the man ever take a bathroom break? It must be hard being a serial killer, a regular slasher, because you already have to pee. Maybe the trick was to fast beforehand. Maybe he isn’t human anymore. Corporeal enough to kill but immortal enough to do it forever. Pretty monotonous work. You wonder what he’ll do when he kills off the whole town. 

  You look away for a moment to gauge how long a bathroom break will run you and you look back to check in on your stalker and find him gone. You mourn just a little, this was the most fun you’ve had in ages - something that should really concern you more than you’re letting it - but you’ll see him again tomorrow. Like a game of Where’s Waldo you’ll find him and this time you’ll be ready. This time, you’ll go outside and stand just outside the warm glow of your house and practice your patience in playing statue in your own yard.

  Maybe all this man needs is some sort of presence, a sort of change of pace. He’s hunted for years. He’s killed for years. Repetitive action dulls the mind. You figure this should scare you. You wondering if this is your slip into madness. Is this a psychotic break? Are you off your rocker or simply just tired of the way things have been? When is something not a good idea? You aren’t sure, but you figure that if you’re to descend into madness where you find yourself sympathetic to a murderer maybe, just maybe, this is the best way to do it.

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(Gothic Slashers Note; thank you so much @pumpkinpeyes , i love it so much! I'm excited to see part 2, ans I heavily appreciate the amount of work you put into this! Im immensely flattered, I'm smiling huge! Thank you so so much!))