#allyson nelson x reader

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Stitched Heals

Allyson Nelson x Wick!Reader

Allyson sped through the downtown madness of Haddonfield. What Corey told her over the phone wasn't making sense. And the fact that you, the love of her life, wasn't answering your phone. And worse her grandmother wasn't answering her phone either.

"Dammit!" she gritted her teeth as she turned on the phone locator app. Your phone briefly pops up as the Haddonfield junkyard. And then it blipped out of existence. Allyson's eyes went wide with terror.

Meanwhile, you were still being dragged across the mix of concrete and dirt towards the industrial shredder.

"Corey" you say through gritted teeth, "I know you're still in there"

His cold eyes stare daggers into yours. Just a flicker of the old Corey comes through but then the darkness swallows him up again.

"They made me this" he whispers as the sound of the shredding gears grows louder and louder

"We all have a choice." you answer back, "and choices have consequences"

Corey hoists you onto the conveyor belt, he jumps on it and shoves his knee into your chest.

"Be seeing you, Wick" he states as the conveyor belt inches you closer and closer to the certain doom.

"Be seeing you" you answer back before pulling out a pocket knife and driving it into his ribs. Corey screams in pain before you slam your fist into the wound.

You pull yourself up and slam your fists repeatedly into your old pal. Every blow you land is more painful for you than it probably is for him.

You shove him down onto the conveyor belt. You get him in a neck lock

"Submit" you yell, he doesn't give way, struggling against your grip.

"Corey please" you practically beg him. He reaches for a discarded piece of metal. The edge of the conveyor belt is in sight. His hand reaches the piece.

"Forgive me" you say as you snap his neck. Corey's arms fall limp. In that instance, everything goes blurry. Both you and the now dead Corey Cunningham go over the edge, on instinct you grab the ledge of the shredder as you look down and see Corey's lifeless corpse fall into the gears. Your feet were mere centimeters from the shredding gears. Some small part of you was so tempted to let go of the ledge and let yourself join in.

"Y/N!!!" a voice calls out to you. Allyson runs to the shredder and reaches in, pulling you up and over, away from the danger.

You lock eyes with Allyson, she leans her forehead against yours. Your dog runs up and leans against you, trying to bring you some comfort.

The doors of the junkyard swing open as Laurie and a procession of townsfolk carry Michael Myers' body to the same shredder you just escaped from.

Chief Barker approaches you, "Wick"

"Chief Barker?" you ask

"We have reasons to believe that Corey Cunningham may be connected to the murders over the last couple days" he explains, "where is he?"

You gave it some thought. You look to Allyson. She shares your gaze and concern. If you told them the truth, then your friend would die a monster the way the whole town saw him as.

"The Shape. The Shape killed him" you tell the Chief, it wasn't a lie. It was the Shape that influenced him. "I-I couldn't save him. He was thrown into the shredder"

"Poor guy" Barker whispers before giving you a tip of his cowboy hat. Laurie locks eyes with you and Allyson, there's a mix of relief and also bittersweet in her eyes. The nightmare was over.

It's November now. You and Allyson walk up to her mother's grave. Your car is packed and ready for a new start. You give Ally a hug as she lays flowers on her mother's grave.

"It's over, Mom" she whispers, "The Shape is dead"

Allyson rises and kisses your cheek.

The nightmare was over, at least you hoped it was. You and Allyson left Haddonfield that day. You held Allyson's hand on the whole car ride to Chicago.

"So I met your grandfather" Allyson says with a little smile to break the tension in the car, "sounds you had quite a job before we met"

"I was broken" you give her a smile and kiss her knuckles, "but you stitched me back together."

THE END

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there is zero content for allyson x reader. biphobia at its finest

(talk to me ab her 👀👀👀)

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Update on ALL of my WIPs (god there are so many, sos) ~

Clean Again (Corey Cunningham x Reader) I think I need to accept that I'm just not made for weekly chapter updates lol because Chapter 14 is not ready for tonight. I've actually been having a really good time writing it the past few weeks, I'm getting into the part of the story I've been dying to write the whole time and I'm really energized. But weekly updates when I don't have a bunch of chapters already totally finished is too much for me. I like to let my writing sit for a while and then come back and edit it again, and I just don't have enough time with weekly updates to do that. I feel like the last few chapters of Clean Again read more like my one shots which I usually write really quickly and edit a lot less, and I would just rather my multi-chapter works be more polished. And my one shots are taking a lot longer and my other multi-chapters are suffering because I only have time for Clean Again, which bums me out because even when I'm super stoked about it, I like taking little detours to my other stories too. Anyway, I'm not going to give this hiatus an official length, I'm just going to see where I am in a while. I don't want to come back too soon because I'd like to not have any more breaks.

Number 5 with a Bullet (Eddie Munson x unnamed reader-ish OC) I have so much work done for this, several more entries that are done or almost done, a couple of drawings that are almost done, pretty much a full outline... I just haven't been able to get any of it all the way finished yet. My goal was to publish the diary entries kind of contemporary to when they would be written, but it's almost August and I still have June I haven't posted so oops. But it's coming!

Untitled Eddie x Reader It's 1985, it's your first senior year and Eddie's second. You've admired him from afar for a while but you've avoided interacting with him until you find out you have something kind of surprising in common. Fluff, angst, smut, currently 4k words and about halfway done.

Untitled Corey x Reader x Allyson Nelson request from @rebel-blue, for a Reader who meets Corey and Allyson through college somehow, and a Corey-centric threesome with vibes similar to Sandwiched. Currently outlined and 1k words but I feel it being a long one in my bones lol

Untitled Corey x Reader request from @ethanhoewke for more subby Corey. Still at the twinkle in my eye phase lol but that could change at any moment.

Untitled Corey x Reader x Eddie in FEBRUARY @hall0ween-twn sent me an ask and all it said was "think about a Corey x Eddie threesome." Well I thought about it and thought about it and I keep thinking about it. I've written basically nothing for this so far like, in real words, but I have written a LOT of it in my head and I'm still just trying to figure out how to structure it because I have accidentally developed so much lore and so many feelings about Corey and Eddie before they even meet Reader and... yeah. Maybe I'll just write the whole thing and drop 100k completed on y'all when you least expect it.

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Can you do an Allyson Nelson (the brown-haired girl from Halloween 2018, Kills, and Ends) x Male reader smut plz?

Ok, I can write it

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evil doesn't die, it changes shape Halloween (1978), Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers (1988), Halloween Ends (2022)

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Movie vs. Novelization

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I was thinking of a way I could implement the "I am damaged" song from Heathers into a Michael x reader fic/headcanons/ect., when the stupidest hot take appeared from the depths of my mind...

*may contain spoilers*

Through out the new Halloween, the romance between Corey and Allyson, although it seemed forced and something I wouldn't mind avoiding, it felt strongly, weirdly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Until now...

That whole talk about burning the city down? (which kinda don't know where that came from??) Literally JD and Veronica dynamic. Which would explain the toxicity that I felt seeping from the screen when ever they were together... But it could make a good base for some fanfictions...

Anyway, I'll leave this hot take to you, Corey enjoyers :)

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Black History Month

“What a world this will be when human possibilities are freed, when we discover each other, when the stranger is no longer the potential criminal and the certain inferior!” – W. E. B. Du Bois

In honor of Black History Month in February, Penguin Random House has an array of beautiful and relevant classics, nonfiction and young readers’ books in the spotlight:

JEFFERSON'S DAUGHTERS: THREE SISTERS, WHITE AND BLACK, IN A YOUNG AMERICA by Catherine Kerrison

Thomas Jefferson fathered three girls: two white and free, one black and a slave. This book about Martha, Maria, and Harriet tells the fascinating story of their very different lives at Monticello and beyond, as daughters of one of our most brilliant and complicated Founding Fathers.

 AN AFRICAN AMERICAN AND LATINX HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES by Paul Ortiz

Incisive and timely, An African American and Latinx History of the United States is a bottom-up history told from the viewpoint of African American and Latinx activists and revealing the radically different ways people of the diaspora addressed issues still plaguing the United States today.

 BLACK NO MORE by George S. Schuyler, Introduction by Danzy Senna

The landmark comic satire that asks, “What would happen if all black people in America turned white?” In Black No More, George S. Schuyler attacks myths of white supremacy and racial purity and caricaturizes prominent African-American leaders like W. E. B. Du Bois, C. J. Walker, and Marcus Garvey. Black No More is a hilarious—and frightening—satire of America’s obsession with race.

 MARCH by John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

March is the groundbreaking graphic novel series and vivid first-hand account of Congressman John Lewis' lifelong struggle for civil and human rights, meditating in the modern age on the distance traveled since the days of Jim Crow and segregation. Rooted in Lewis' personal story, it also reflects on the highs and lows of the broader civil rights movement.

 THE COLLECTED ESSAYS OF RALPH ELLISON by Ralph Ellison

Compiled, edited, and newly revised by Ralph Ellison’s literary executor, John F. Callahan, this Modern Library Paperback Classic includes posthumously discovered reviews, criticism, and interviews, as well as the essay collections “Shadow and Act” (1964) and “Going to the Territory” (1986). “Ralph Ellison,” wrote Stanley Crouch, “reached across race, religion, class and sex to make us all Americans.”

 PASSING by Nella Larsen

Nella Larsen’s powerful, thrilling, and tragic tale about the fluidity of racial identity that continues to resonate today. A New York Times Editors’ Choice

 THE SOULS OF BLACK FOLK (with "The Talented Tenth" and "The Souls of White Folk")

By W. E. B. Du Bois, Introduction by Ibram X. Kendi

The landmark book about being black in America, now in an expanded edition commemorating the 150th anniversary of W. E. B. Du Bois’s birth and featuring a new introduction by Ibram X. Kendi, the National Book Award–winning author of Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America.

 THE BLACKER THE BERRY . . .  by Wallace Thurman, Introduction by Allyson Hobbs

Written by an overlooked author of the Harlem Renaissance, who was described by Langston Hughes as “a strangely brilliant black boy, who had read everything, and whose critical mind could find something wrong with everything he read,” The Blacker the Berry is a vivid and disturbing portrait of a young woman who has been rejected by her own race, and a still-relevant reflection on the role that skin color plays in American society.

 NOT WITHOUT LAUGHTER by Langston Hughes, Angela Flournoy

When this award-winning first novel was first published in 1930, Langston Hughes was already a luminary of the Harlem Renaissance scene, best known for his groundbreaking poetry. Not without Laughter, which he had begun drafting while studying at Lincoln University, established him as a gifted novelist as well as a beloved poet.

 FOR YOUNGER READERS

 I AM HARRIET TUBMAN by Brad Meltzer, Illustrated by Christopher Eliopoulos

Harriet Tubman’s heroic and pivotal role in the fight against slavery is the subject of the fourteenth picture book in this New York Times bestselling biography series

 VOICES FROM THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD by Kay Winters; Illustrated by Larry Day

From the creators of Voices from the Oregon Trail and Colonial Voices, an unflinching story of two young runaway slaves on the Underground Railroad, told in their voices and those who helped and hindered them.

 THE MIDDLE PASSAGE: WHITE SHIPS / BLACK CARGO by Tom Feelings

Experience Tom Feelings’s award-winning masterpiece, a classic of both children’s literature and art history that explores the horrors of the transatlantic slave trade in a series of extraordinary narrative paintings. This updated edition includes introductions from the artist Kadir Nelson; Tom Feelings’s son Kamili Feelings; and the scholar Sylviane A. Diouf, whose essay traces the Atlantic slave trade’s four centuries of brutality.

 FROM THE HEART OF AFRICA: A BOOK OF WISDOM by Eric Walters

A collection of African wisdom gorgeously illustrated by artists from Ghana, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Canada, the United States and more. This book is a celebration of art, of community and of our common history.

 BORN TO SWING: LIL HARDIN ARMSTRONG'S LIFE IN JAZZ by Mara Rockliff, Michele Wood

Award-winning author Mara Rockliff and acclaimed illustrator Michele Wood capture the story of “Hot Miss Lil” Hardin Armstrong, legendary jazz pianist, composer, and bandleader—and a female pioneer on the music stage.

 For more on these titles visit Black History

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STITCHED WOUNDS Allyson Nelson x Wick!Reader

To say you were on edge would be the understatement of the century. You guide Allyson and your dog out to your car and practically shove them both in. “Honey” Ally says, “it’s a copycat. Nothing we can’t deal with” You push a burner phone into her hands. “I got a place for you in Chicago,” you explain as you hand her a gold coin, “The Continental. Tell them the reservation’s under Wick and hand them this coin.” “What about you?” she looks to you worriedly “I’ll join you shortly. I just need to go see Corey real fast.” you kiss her forehead, “I love you. Please go to Chicago and wait till I give the all clear.” “Okay” she whispers as she jumps into the driver’s seat and speeds off. You quickly text Laurie: Ally’s going to Chicago. You should too. A text comes through a second later: No That grandmother is a stubborn woman, now you know where Allyson gets it from. You grab your duffel bag and board your motorbike, zooming down the streets towards the scene of the crime. Your mind races as you think of who could possibly be this new apprentice. Your thoughts flash back to Corey, that look in his eye when you found him. Can’t be. Corey please don’t. You reach the scene as the police load two body bags into the morgue’s ambulance. You approach Chief Barker, who greets you with a firm handshake. “Morning Wick” “Morning Chief” “You working today?” he asks, looking around to see if anyone notices you and him talking. “Yeah.” He slips you a badge and you head in to investigate. You look around the area and find a discarded plastic scarecrow mask. Your eyes go wide. You remember when Allyson picked that it out. She held it up to you, “think our pal Corey will like this?” Your blood runs cold, a ringing fills your ears. There was no doubt in your mind that Corey was the killer. Your mind races with possible next victims. The band geek bullies. The town itself practically hated Corey after that one night. No. No one else could know. You had to face this yourself. How you wish you told Chief Barker what you knew. That night was a bloodbath. The radio DJ at his studio. Corey’s own mother in her own house. You made your way to the junkyard and found Corey’s stepfather gasping for air, a bullet wound in his chest. You try to keep pressure on the wound. “S-Save him” he whispers with his dying breath. “I don’t think I can, sir” you look the elder man in the eye. “Don’t let him die a monster then.” tears escape the man’s eyes as the light leaves his eyes. You look around at the junkyard: the carnage. And yet among all of it, you feel someone watching you. “It doesn’t have to be this way Corey!” you ready your pit viper “What’s the difference between you and me?” a voice sounding like Corey’s answers back. And yet there’s a warped darkness in it’s very tone. “We’re both killers” “I don’t go after innocents” you shoot at a shadow, the bullets ricochet off the metal walls. “No one’s innocent in this town.” Corey answers back as he jumps at you, knife drawn. He slashes at you, slash after slash. You try to dodge. “This isn’t you, Corey!” you yell out. “This was always me.” he answers, “I just didn’t know it yet.” “I don’t believe that” you try to get through to your old friend. “Your choice” he smacks you in the rib, knocking the wind out of you before slashing you across the cheek. “I always liked her you know. Allyson. Allycat.” “You stay away from her” he slashes you across your leg. His mind games are getting to you. “She’s gullible though.” he laughs, “I called her up and said that you were in such trouble.” “Where is she?” “Probably with her grandmother Laurie. But of course, when I’m done with you, Michael and I will make good work of her.” Corey smacks you across the face with a tire iron. WHAM! You hit the ground hard, dazed and bleeding. He grabs you and pulls you towards the industrial shredder. Corey hits the button You can hear the gears turning in that old death trap. “No evidence.” he growls as he drags you closer and closer towards the metal teeth. You try to struggle against your friend's steel grasp.

To Be Concluded…

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Stitched Together

Allyson Nelson-Strode x Wick! Reader

Part Two of 'Stitched' - Set during Halloween Ends

Life was moving quite well for you and Allyson Strode. You moved in together with your newly adopted dog. You were on friendly-ish terms with Ally's grandmother Laurie. You even made friends with the local mechanic, a good fellow by the name of Corey Cunningham. All seemed pretty easy going for you.

But then you got the call from the Chicago branch of the Continental. Allyson and Corey didn't know about your real job. The family business. You belong to the lineage of one Jonathan Wick. Most called him the Baba Yaga. You called him Dad.

But there was no time to dwell on that. The Continental called you to a meeting in its bar all the way in Chicago. You told Allyson that you'd have to attend a day conference and went out.

On the way out of town, you found a couple of band geeks beating up Corey, smashing a bottle of chocolate milk in his hand.

You throw the car into a spin and jump out, "hey!" you yell as you run to your friend's aid. The band geeks scatter. Corey looks to you, a little disappointed and a little angry.

"You alright Cunningham?"

"Could be better" he huffs as you quickly wrap his hand in a towel and guide him to your mustang.

It was a detour but you take Corey to the hospital. "Honey" you call out to your girlfriend, "stitch job needed"

She doesn't hesitate to begin the procedure, "well this brings back memories" she chuckles

"Huh?" Corey asks

"Allyson and I met this way" you shrug.

"I got this covered" Ally smiles at you, "you still heading to your meeting? Think you'll be back in time for the party?"

"Yeah" you wave at her as you head out, "I'll be back by tonight"

"Why don't you come with us, Corey?"

Corey actually smiles, "uh...sure."

You make your way out of Haddonfield and towards Chicago. Your destination lies in sight: the Chicago Continental. A building relatively similar to the one in New York.

You walk into the lobby and come face to face with Persephone, the concierge.

"Welcome back to the Continental, Mr. Wick" she smiles, her gothic eyes stare daggers into yours.

"Hey 'Seph" you state, "where is he?"

"The Bar" she smiles, "drinks have already been paid for."

You walk into the hotel's bar to find your grandfather, Winston, sitting there sipping a martini. "Hello (Y/N)" he smiles, "it appears that everyone in the family besides your father has been fighting some sort of slasher"

"New York?"

"Your brother is fighting Ghostface" he winces before taking another sip of his drink. "want anything to drink?"

"I have a drive home, can't drink" you smirk.

"Shame. I feel the Wick boys could use one"

"Maybe after. Why am I here?"

"Your assignment has not changed. We want the head of Michael Myers."

"Easier said than done, Winston"

He smiles, "I thought the Shape was no match for one of the Baba Yagas"

"I'm gonna need guns"

"Check with the armory here, no charge" Winston takes one last drink from his martini as you head out.

You load up on all your weapons. A shotgun with dragon's breath ammo, a bowie knife, and your family's favorite: the 9mm Pit Viper. Your dad would've approved.

Maybe it was some devilish machination or some cruel twist of fate but as you drove towards Haddonfield, something was afoot. Some evil influence had a desire for your friend.

Corey just so happened to run into those band geeks again. He was beaten and thrown over the edge of the bridge.

And something...or rather someone found him.

To Be Continued...

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Stitched

Allyson Nelson x Wick!Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

You limp your way through the rain, the wound on your rib was a little deeper than surface level. Not that you hadn't been in a tougher spot before. But before, you had John, your dad, there to patch you up and give you pointers for the next fight. But now you don't. The last surviving Wick, some great legacy.

You traveled the whole of the United States, taking odd jobs and contracts here and there. Going from Continental to Continental hotel. And yet it all felt so empty. There was no John Wick to mentor you, or even share a cup of coffee with. You missed those times with your dad.

And now here you are, in Haddonfield. Chasing a boogeyman who might be long dead. But that didn't stop the higher ups at the High Table from assigning you contracts to take down the crop of imitators who took over. And the last one stabbed you with a kitchen knife right before you put two bullets into his head.

Now you limp to a nearby hospital, hoping that maybe they'll accept your currency. The Continental was all the way in Chicago, about as far from Haddonfield as you could get.

You trudge into the hospital, slamming down a gold coin on the receptionist's desk. "Need to be stitched now. Please" you practically begged through labored breaths.

The receptionist takes the gold coin and turns to a young nurse, "Allyson, can you do a patch job?"

Allyson, the young nurse, locks eyes with you, something about her just called out to you. Kindred soul? Or maybe it was just her beauty that got your attention. "Come with me" she grabs your hand and leads you into a nearby room.

She pours a disinfectant over the wound, "guess you know my name. You got one?"

"Y/N. Y/N Wick" you say through gritted teeth, trying to keep the pain from getting to you.

"This wound is below the skin but not too deep. You're lucky"

"You should see the other guy."

"Michael Myers?" she asks you, a little concerned.

"A pale imitation." you admire her work as she quickly stitches you up. "You're pretty good at this"

Allyson lets out a little chuckle, "kinda had a lot of practice. I got sliced once or twice by the Shape."

"Hey you survived so..." something about talking to her felt so natural.

"Okay you're just about done." she smiles at you. She grabs a packet of Advil and hands it to you, "take two of these and call me in the morning"

"But I don't have your number" you smirk

Allyson blushes, biting her lip, "do you want it?"

"Well I'm tempted to let myself get stabbed again just so I can see you again so..." you joke, earning another laugh from Allyson.

She grabs your phone and puts in her number. "Now you can call me in the morning. If you want."

"I just might" you give her a gentle smile. She walks you out to the front of the hospital.

"So Wick, you new to town?" She balances on the heels of her shoes.

"Yeah" you answer back, "Looking for a place to set down roots."

"Maybe I could give you a tour?" she looks at you hopeful.

"I'd like that" you let out a little laugh, "I'll call you. tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." she laughs back as she walks into the hospital.

Haddonfield. Hmm you may have just found a reason to stay. Maybe just maybe you can have the very thing that your dad was trying to get: a home.

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STITCHED MasterList

HALLOWEEN x JOHN WICK READER

STITCHED

STITCHED TOGETHER

STITCHED APART

STITCHED WOUNDS

STITCHED HEALS

Tags: @deafeningsharkslimeempath @ma1egamer @revanshand @jacelion @kingofthelizardpeople @konstantin609

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Stitched Apart

Allyson Nelson x Wick!Reader

Things had changed. The game had changed. When Corey stumbled to yours and Allyson's place after he had disappeared, he looked shocked, horrified, and yet free at the same time.

Corey stumbles out of your shower and you hand him a set of your clothes. The young mechanic's eyes seem far off and full of fear.

"Are people born bad or is it something that grows?" he whispers.

"I've seen a lot" you huff, "but I think it's influence not some ingrown evil nature."

"I-I didn't mean to kill that kid that day" Tears slip down his cheek.

"I know" you whisper, "Corey you're not a bad guy, life just dealt you a bad hand"

"What do you know about bad hands?!"

"Try this: my dad's a killer. Plain and simple. The underworld calls him Baba Yaga."

"Boogeyman?"

"He's sent to kill the Boogeyman" you mutter, "and now that same underworld looks to me"

"But you're just a bodyguard...aren't you?"

You silence speaks volumes to Corey.

"Oh shit. You're not a bodyguard."

"The only good things that happened to me was meeting Ally and meeting you" you give him a weak smile "don't tell her what i've told you"

"M-my lips are sealed" he makes a little gesture across his mouth to seal it.

You take the young man back to his house. Corey's mother didn't really like anyone in the town but she did like you. Something about you made her realize that you and Corey were kindred spirits.

"Where was my son?!" Corey's mother hollered at you in worry.

"With me and Ally" you answer back covering for Corey, "some bullies jumped him and...yeah...fought 'em off"

Corey's mother shakes her head and guides Corey back inside.

The rest of the day went pretty normal. You picked up Allison from the hospital, you could see a smug look on one of her co-worker's face as Allyson sadly got in your mustang.

"Bad day, babe?" you put a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I didn't get the promotion. Deb got it" she mutters, "I think she's sleeping with Dr. Mathias."

"She won't last long" you shrug, "c'mon let's get home and I'll make you a piping hot dinner"

"We're supposed to have dinner with my grandma" Allyson bites her lip at the thought of you cooking over the stove.

"I'll make more then. We'll take it over together" you smile as you drive off from the hospital.

Laurie welcomed you and Allyson into her house with open arms. Dinner went well and smooth. Although Laurie kept looking at you like she knew something was going on in your mind.

"What's egging you, kid?" the older Strode asks you as you put away the dishes.

"You see right through me, don't you?" you chuckle

"I know a killer when I see one" your blood runs cold. "I know the fear in a killer's eyes. The hate the rage."

You remain silent.

"I saw it the moment Allyson introduced you to me. I saw a wolf." she smiles, "but i also a wolf that wanted to become a lamb"

"Ally's the best part of me"

"Keep her safe." Laurie gives your hand a grandmotherly squeeze "why did you come to Haddonfield?"

"to kill the boogeyman"

Kill the boogeyman. What you didn't know was that Corey was bringing back the boogeyman. And the boogeyman had gained an apprentice.

You woke up the next day, the day before Halloween, with Allyson in your arms. Her hair obscuring your vision. The best and only way you want to wake up.

And then came the news report on your TV. Authorities reported the death of one Doctor Mathias and one nurse named Deb. The odd thing was that Deb's death was within the MO of one Michael Myers, Doctor Mathias on the other hand seemed like a copycat's.

"Baby pack your things" you grabbed a ready duffel bag of clothing.

"What's wrong? If it's Myers, I'm not afraid." Allyson states.

"I think...I think Myer's has an apprentice."

To Be Continued...

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