#stalkher1978

meme.

the sound of heavy footfalls , unmistakably his , quickens her heartbeat. a smile so bright it rivals the sun greeting him as he silently towers before her once more. how she’d missed him. how long had it been since last they’d met ? a lifetime it feels like.

all it took to bring her back to illinois was one news broadcast, ‘ smith's grove bus found abandoned on the side of the road…a grisly scene… michael myers suspected to be amongst those being transported. ’

she’d visited a few years prior, careful not to give herself away, had debated setting a fire to distract long enough to release him —— but they’d learned from his last escape. her last carnival of carnage. security was not nearly as lacking as it once had been, and she, unlike him, was not impervious to bullets. so she’d waited… and waited… hoping opportunity would someday present itself, and now it finally had.

lithe arms wrap around his torso almost of their own accord, she knows she should not push her luck, that invading his space in such a way was unwise, but she can’t help herself. she listens to the sound of his breathing , muffled behind his mask , a comfort she’d greatly longed for , and squeezes him just a bit more , if only to ensure he was real ,  before finally releasing him.

beautiful nightmare that he was, to forget what he was would surely be a death sentence.

Fruity Headcanons

🍒 - How much does my muse value companionship? Do they constantly keep people around them, or do they prefer to be alone often? Do they have or desire to have many friends? Do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?