It Started With A Mask

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/32476951.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: Halloween (Movies 1978-2002)
Relationships: Michael Myers/Reader, Michael Myers/You
Characters: Michael Myers, Samuel Loomis, Original Male Character(s), Reader
Additional Tags: Possessive Michael, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abuse, Mental
Health Issues, Mental Instability, Protective Michael, soft michael, male
reader - Freeform, Reader-Insert, Abused Reader, Mentally unstable
reader, Mental Institutions, Loomis is kinda a dick
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Slasher/Horror Drabbles & Headcannons
Stats: Published: 2021-07-10 Words: 1,482 Chapters: 1/1
 It Started With A Mask
by Hooman4ever

Summary

You and Michael grow up in the same institute.

(Not edited and not planned)

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Smith's Grove Sanitarium, a place for the strange and insane. The mental institution held
many dangerous individuals but one of the most would have to be young Michael Myers, a
child who was sent to the hospital after brutally murdering his older sister. He was a silent
individual who isolated himself, refusing to speak to anyone.

Nothing anyone did seemed to reach the boy, that was until a new boy arrived at the facility.
That new boy was you.

You were taken to the institute after pushing your father down a flight of stairs one night
leading to his untimely demise. After that you were admitted to the institute and your mother
gladly let it happen.

The nurses were appalled when they did a check up, you were extremely malnourished and
your arms and torso were covered in bruises along with old scars that expressed the extent of
the abuse you were subjected to. Despite the obvious pity and compassion the staff felt they
were still weary of you, after all they knew firsthand what kind of monsters trauma could
create.

You and Michael were a lot alike, the both of you refused to talk and spent your time alone in
whatever world you both had created. At first Michael paid no mind to you, quickly you
became another face in the back of his mind.

Overall you were quiet and extremely timid, you would flinch and shy away from any form
of physical contact. This made you a target for the more violent inmates as they knew you
wouldn't dare utter a word to any staff members. Michael watched how on numerous
occasions you would disappear for a few hours with someone who claimed to be your friend
only to return with bruises or open wounds. You were unfazed by the unfair treatment, after
all that's what you deemed normal.

One day the staff members were hosting an arts and crafts day where you and Michael were
both forced to attend along with a few others, the two of you were sitting at the same table.
He paid you no mind as he started working on the project, they were teaching everyone how
to make paper mache masks. You kept glancing beside you and you noticed Michael was
struggling to get the mix the right consistency, hesitantly you offered some of yours and he
accepted the offer not showing his surprise.

Going back to work you felt more at ease since it seemed like Michael wasn't going to hurt
you, not yet at least.

The project was going smoothly and you both were almost done when another boy you
recognized approached your table, he wasn't a nice person. The boy, Adam, snuck behind
Michael and grabbed the near finished mask from his grip laughing as he tore it apart in front
of the deranged child. Michael gripped the safety scissors in his hand as he felt rage flare up.

Before he could act on his anger you tapped on his shoulder with shaky hands, the touch was
barely there it was so light however he felt it. He turned to face you quickly making you
flinch as you held out your mask. The anger he displayed shook you to your core but you still
offered your mask to him feeling bad for him. He worked so hard on his mask after all.

After that night Michael started to hover around you keeping you company. He was
extremely curious and you were always happy to indulge his curiosities.

"M-michael" he turned to you, at first he would struggle to hear you due to your quiet voice
but overtime he became accustomed to it, your voice was almost comforting but he would
never admit it. "Did y-you hear about Adam, t-they f-found him dead." you moved next to
him and grabbed one of his fingers in your smaller hand as you looked up to him. Michael
nodded in response before patting your head.

"I-im kind of g-glad he's go-gone."

With that the discussion ended and Michael wasn't sure how to feel, of course he was the one
to end his life. It was expected after he insulted him and ruined his property. Michael felt
strange however, even if it was indirect the praise for the killing stirred something inside of
him. He struggled to identify the feeling but he decided on something between happiness and
pride.

The next day you ended up in the clinic with 3rd degree burns, a small group of people
jumped you when you were looking for Michael and dragged you to the bathroom before
pouring boiling water on you. When you were discharged you returned with bandages
covering your damaged skin. Michael was worried when you disappeared for a few days but
now that he looked at you he was enraged.

Michael became more possessive of you after that incident, he would constantly try to stay
near you never letting you out of his view for more than a few minutes. He never learned who
it was who hurt you but he was determined to find out. You however refused to tell him,
feeling shame bubble up at the mention of the event.

Dr. Loomis caught on to the strange relationship you shared with Michael and he was
overjoyed as he watched the boy approach you one day before he patted you on the head in
your usual greeting. Quickly Loomis jumped at the chance to use you to get Michael to open
up and you were soon joining in on their sessions.

As the time progressed and Loomis lost hope for the boy his worry for you grew. This fear of
Michael led to one of your most painful memories, you were being transferred to another
institution at Dr. Loomis' request.

The new institute was more lax but the damage from the previous institute was done. Over
time you further isolated yourself but since you seemed to not be a danger to anyone you
were released on your 18th birthday. The first few years of freedom were a struggle, you
decided to settle down in Haddonfield. You started working at the local grocery store and
soon got your own little home hidden in the surrounding forests.

Your life became a boring loop of the same activities, wake up, work, sleep.
As time passed you became bored however that all shortly changed when a Doctor Loomis
knocked on your door with important news.

"He's escaped." your eyes widened as you hid behind the door looking at him through the
small crack, quickly you opened the door and gestured for him to enter.

The doctor made himself at home quickly and sat on your old sofa as you sat on a recliner in
the corner looking at him expectantly.

"[Y/n] I'm sure you remember Michael Myers, well I'm sad to inform you that he's escaped
and the only thing he took with him from his room was the mask you gave him years ago."
the doctor searched your face for any reaction and after getting none he continued.

"I fear he's coming back to Haddonfield and I think it would be best if you left town."

Quickly you shook your head displaying your displeasure at the idea "I-i can't." you
whispered as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

"And why is that?" he asked as he studied you, the doctor didn't fully trust you after all you
weren't Michael's friend for no reason. Over the years the man convinced himself that you
and Michael must have held the same evil despite you never showing any signs of aggression
towards others. "I j-just can't." your eyebrows furrowed. "P-plus how do y-you e-even know
M-michael would hurt m-me he's not a-a monster."

He sighed before standing up and walking in front of you. You felt intimidated and pulled
your legs towards yourself, something about the doctor was different. He wasn't kind
anymore and his eyes lacked the sympathy they used to hold.

"You will leave Haddonfield or I will make sure you and Michael are locked up for the rest of
your days. Never seeing each other again." With that he left slamming the door on his way
out as he continued his search for Michael, he had to get you out of town he couldn't risk
having you around.

You were shaken up and on the verge of tears as you sat in the now quiet home. "You were r-
right h-he is m-mean n-now."

A tear slipped from your eyes and rolled down your cheek, quickly it was wiped away by a
calloused thumb, Michael's thumb.

The masked man crouched beside you before patting your head in an attempt to calm you as
rage stirred within him. After all you were his and he would never let anyone take you from
him again, especially not the doctor.
End Notes

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