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"Oh, don't give me that look." She huffs tiredly. Nancy doesn't know what's worse: that she had willingly let a killer inside her house, or that she already feels comfortable enough to scold him like a misbehaving child.

The ends justify the means.

Was a mantra she kept repeating to herself since her little predicament started. She obviously couldn't get rid of Freddy on her own. That was a lesson she learned the hard way. So, she had to fight fire with fire. Defeat a supernatural slasher with another supernatural slasher. The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that jazz.

Besides, she had always been a woman that liked to use whatever resources she had available to her. The Shape of Haddonfield was simply another resource at her disposal.

But in hindsight, maybe this was her fault for not giving Michael clearer expectations earlier. Still, she had finally made a breakthrough with her situation. Quite literally.

After heaving out a breath, she sits up in her bed. "I finally have some good news to share." She holds up a raggedy and dusty fedora in her hand for him to see. "Look familiar? I snatched it off of him during our last encounter. You know what this means?"

also. hey.

did you know his sister’s name was judy? judith myers!

sorry, jude.

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 , ic. @thornhost ╰┈┈› i hope the shape is nice.

There is a failure here. There is STILL no answer ; she repeats it over and over and over again ' what's your name? ' ' what's your name? ' ' what's your name? ' & IT responds with DEAD AIR. ⸻ she digs deep, baptize him w/ a shiney new name. ( fine! be that way. be selfish. ) ❛❛ little one, Won't you make pretty, little sounds for me ? ❜❜

Mimi had run away. She did not want to be locked up anymore. She wanted to be free. And when she finally got out, it was overwhelming - it was as if she was a newborn, experiencing the world for the first time. People spoke in a different language and everyone dress differently. It was fascinating. And what became more interesting was to see children dress in their colourful costumes. Halloween, she believed that's what it was. A holiday she never celebrated before. She would have loved to.

And Mimi would do a terrible thing. She stole candy from a trick-or-treater. She felt horrible, she really did - but she wanted that candy. She had not had candy in years. Once she snatched a handful of candy from a child's bag, him and his friends chased after her. And she ran as fast as she could. Her body collided against another, but felt like she had run into a wall. Strong hands had a tight grip on her shoulders, forcing her body to be frozen.

"Um, ow." She would say, grunting once more when she was released, nearly stumbling back. A mild pain bloom in her shoulders, bringing her to wince as hands gently rubbed them.

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The cabin door slams shut.

Frustration is palpable in the air, shimmering around it like heat on a blacktop. A thing that could be physically touched, it felt so thick. One of its hunts had ended in failure- prey pulled away by other obligations. An urgent phone call, the bag of flesh had said. But shetheyit has an inkling that he felt what it was. Felt its wrongness.

The smell of drying blood permeates the air, harasses its senses. The cabin is dark and a flick of its finger against the switch shows that the power was out completely. But the darkness is its domain. The night, the black, the shadows all bend a knee to the one that would be the moon incarnate.

COME (his command).

STAY (his resolve).

RUN (he will pursue).

DIE (no, not yet).

CHILLS, THRILLS, KILLS!!

Don’t be afraid.

Hey! CAN HE call her JUDE? As in, Sorry Jude, can we still be brother and sister?

Or JUDY? Like, Hey Judy, do you hate me? Because I hated you.

Michael loves all women. He loves them to death: sister, mother, stranger. All the same: broken records on dying repeat.

And family is forever.

Hey, Jude!

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 , ic. @thornhost ╰┈┈› happy halloween to me!

⸻ how did that song go, again ? ' hey jude, don't make it bad [...] don't be afraid. A hard ask , selfish, you know ? impossible to do when there's thing lumbering & outstretched, an obstacle is what it was. what was she suppose to do? ( where is your god now, judith ? )

uncontrollable fear and irresistible force ! There's no other way but ahead, towards it, towards that impossible thing. So like all girls who pray good, she obeys, fawning steps towards him for the slaughter. ( she hopes it doesn't hurt, she hopes its quick and that it feels good. ) ❛❛ Hello ? ❜❜ confuse, you'll find that she always sounds like that, at least to this one, to him. somethings you just cannot understand.

❛❛ I'm judith. ❜❜ he knows, but she doesn't know that yet. ( maybe she won't know, but who really cares! ) ❛❛ judith. ❜❜ again, pointing to herself, tilting her head, waiting, waiting for his judgement. ⸻ how did that song go, again ? . . . Remember to let her under your skin, something like that.

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Defiance flits in its eyes for a moment, just a brief moment. The instinct to bite the hand that feeds, that rough and calloused hand that has claimed almost as many lives as it has. Shetheyit bares its teeth, sharpened canines flashing. 

It squirms for a second, then stills. His hands are covered in blood. They almost always are, and a pang of hunger strikes in its lower stomach. Two hungers and desires mingling into one. Ruby blinks once, tongue peaking past its lips to lick at a stray droplet of crimson left behind by his thumb.

And then shetheyit grins, turning just enough to scrape a jagged tooth against the whatever skin it can reach. A challenge, of sorts. 

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Ruby kisses like it eats. It is not an act of affection, or compassion. It is a domination, a devouring of all one is. Michael is obviously attractive in its eyes; even with the mask. Shetheyit has fooled around with enough repulsive looking faces for the sake of a meal to accept this fully.

So it doesn’t remove the mask that stares down with dark eyes upon her. Instead, it mouths lazily at his throat in a hungry kiss- then bites down. The teeth in its maw are blunted, human. But the pressure is enough to make skin break. To make something pop. A sweet, coppery tang floods its tongue, his blood laced with something smokey and charred.

Maybe it was the curse itself that had infected him that it was tasting. Either way, it intoxicates, makes it crave more. But with a rare act of self control, it pulls away and wipes the back of its hand over its bloody mouth.