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Michael and (Y/n) were best friends back in 1973.
What (Y/n) didn't know though, was the fact that Michael actually saw her more than just a 'friend'.
He was quite obsessed with her, which is why he started to go insane.
Thi...
These were the only sounds I've heard in my life when I was alone. The only thing that I've left were my handcrafted masks that I hang on my walls like trophies. That's what I did for living, that's what kept my anger looked up in my brain. I had to focus on my masks, they needed to be perfect. They needed to be flawless. These masks were important to me nothing else....except one.
All these years that I've spent in this prison, I thought about (Y/n). She was the source of my sanity, she's taught me patience and that is what I've been. Patient. I've been patient and thoughtful my entire life, thinking of an way to escape this shit hole. It's been 15 years since the eventful night and my obsession grew even more as they separated us. When I was little, I used to draw pictures of her and me. It always calmed my nerves when I drew a smile on her face, that calm smile with her sweet cherry lips, oh I've been craving to touch them all my life, to kiss them, to hold her small body in my arms...to never let her go.
All those years that I've spent here, a waste of my precious time. Dr. Loomis wanted to help me, to heal me. But they couldn't help me, no. I didn't speak since that day anymore, I mean...why should I? There was no reason for me to speak.
My mother used to visit me often, but some day it suddenly stoped and she didn't come back. She probably gave up on me. They should have let me go a long time ago, I only kill people who deserve it, what is so wrong about that?
"Psycho." A voice called me from behind, probably a guard again to bring me to my next sessions with Dr. Samuel Loomis. Oh how I hated that guy, he was the one who has been keeping me away the entire time from my precious Girl.
"Face towards the wall and hands too." He demanded and I did just that. I will play along, till the day comes. He searched for any hidden weapons which caused me to roll my eyes in a annoyed way, if I would kill him, then I would kill him with my bare hands and not an obvious weapon.
"Ok, now turn around." He ordered like he was in charge here, little did he know that I was playing him like a marionette. A foolish little doll.
He cuffed my wrists in those light chains that I could easily break in two and started to walk me out of my calm space.
We walked down the hallway, my eyes didn't dare to look at the other prisoners who were calling his name, I didn't give a damn about them. The guards who were bringing me to Loomis, were talking about sexual stuff about some female inmates, which made me cringe a little. I hate those dirty talks and all these sexual activities that they were discussing, made me sick to the gor.
It wouldn't be disgusting though if (Y/n) and I would consider it in the future, I mean we have to grow our family somehow...
The guards opened the steal door and yet again I took the seat in front of the chair where Loomis is sitting every time, like every god damn day.
"Good Morning Michael, I hope we can have a successful day, what do you think?" Was the first thing Loomis said as he took the chair in front of me and yet again with the same hopeful smile, pathetic.
I remained silent and just blankly stared at him as he opened his files. "So Michael, how was your day?"
Silence.
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Loomis looked at me disappointed and began to write something down.
"Did you made some new masks today?"
Of course, what kind of question is that?
"Hm.. ok." He said under his breath and wrote something down again. He looked up at me, a smile was on his face like he got an idea. He pulled a few pictures out, I couldn't quiet make out what these pictures were, but as he held them up I could clearly see who it was.
My Love and my little Angel. They weren't little anymore, I mean it's been 15 years. 15 years and they sure still miss me a lot like I missed them.
"You remember those two?" He asked as he saw some sort of interest in my dark eyes. He put the photos in front of me and leaned back into his chair. "You can keep them, If you want to..."
I didn't say a word and took them in my hands. I stared intensely at these two pictures and then I made a decision that would change everything.
"Michael, can you tell me who these two young woman are?"
I rolled my eyes, he is foolish if he really thinks that I'm going to answer him. But I had to thank him, because he opened my eyes. I knew what I had to do. What I had to do tonight.
I'll break out of this nuthouse and will return to Haddonfield, where I will get Boo back and claim (Y/n) finally as mine. Like I always wanted. We would finally be a family, it will be hard though to change her heart, she's probably still mad about that weasel boy from our old school. I don't care though, she will like me. More than anyone else and she will Love ME.
Because I'll be the only one left, who cares about her. I will kill her parents, her brother, her boyfriend if she has one, her best friends and everyone else. I will make sure of it. The plan is just perfect, no one will stand in my way!
"Hey Michael? Are you alright?" Loomis asked me as he interrupted my evil plan. I rolled my eyes clearly annoyed.
