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After the incident, Michael would make sure to hide all the knives. He also took great care of sticking close to you at the house. He wasn’t quite ready to be seen by the public, without having a dead body nearby. He was just trying to look out for you, as he felt your pain. It had been years since he last felt emotion, but he did at one time, have the same pain in his younger years. 

His routine also changed. He used to disappear for hours, come back to check on the house (and you), and go back out. Sometimes he would be generous, and hang around for you. Just to entertain you from time to time. But now, he was home almost all the time. And the town seemed to pick up on it.

Ever since he caught you, he wouldn’t leave your sight for most of the day. For bed he would sleep on a chair next to your bed. He would wait until you go up, and then follow you around silently. Almost stalking like, if it weren’t for the fact that he let himself be seen by you. You weren’t even able to use a knife, even if it was for dinner. He did, however, give you permission if he was able to clearly see you. You started out frustrated at the rules, but you couldn’t stay mad. He was only trying to help, and this was what he thought was best.

That was until he kept you at a distance when Halloween came around. When he was getting up to do his annual ritual, you started to tag along his side. Until, he stopped you. He had softly pushed you to the couch and gave you the remote, and stared at you. You got the hint. He didn’t want you out with him. It seemed like he was pitying you. That didn’t sit well. You didn’t need his pity. You didn’t even think he was capable of emotions. And it was really bad when the town serial killer decided to show pity. 

You didn’t care though. Whether he wanted you with or not, you were going. Once you saw him leave the house with careful steps, you followed alongside him. You wouldn’t care if he caught you, because it’s not like he could get you to leave. 

Though he did catch you, he just froze. Then continued on as usual. You were probably going to get T.V privileges taken for the week. And probably have the whole town hate you, but it’s fine.

The town until now, thought you were just some suicidal and/or homicidal teen who didn’t care about dying. But once you were showing up more and more by Michael’s side, they caught on. You weren’t doing it on your own, Michael took a liking to you. He actually got an apprentice. It wasn’t subtle either, since everywhere Michael went, you had to go. And Michael had just let you. And it was getting worrisome considering you were seen hugging and holding onto his arm a few times. They all knew Michael hated physical contact, so for you to touch him, that was evidence you two were growing too close. 

The town had gotten angrier, and more confident. They were starting to snap, not caring who was on the receiving end. After Michael killed almost one-third of the town, they called Loomis up demanding he do something. But what they didn’t know was that he was already plotting. 

By the time they called him, a plan was ready to be started. He knew that you and Michael portrayed a close enough relationship. All he needed to do was lure you into a trap, and Michael would be as good as caught. 

What he didn't realize though, was that you weren't some weak kid that needed to be defended all the time.

When he first came back to town, he tried going through with the plan and ended with another scar. Had it not been for back up, he probably would have escaped with a missing arm. It had worried him only in the slightest bit. But he still had the fact that you were just a kid. No matter how smart and strong you were, he was the adult in this situation. And it would remain that way, at least he thought so.

It was a week after the first incident, you stopped thinking about him. He would be the least of your problems. For now, you need to figure out a way to get money and food. Sure people just let you take it for now, but it wouldn't always be that way. Their humans after all. Prone to bite when backed into a corner with no way out. They would soon be coming for your head as well. No matter how young you happened to be.

It was frustrating. You knew they were going to react like this, you just didn’t expect it to be so annoying. How Michael handled it, you had no idea. Then again, you were about turn fifteen so you weren’t really equipped to handle big situations like this. Michael did try to handle it, but Loomis kept coming out of nowhere. It was really starting to put you on edge.

One of the days you cautiously roamed the night to get some air just happened to be the worst. You were taking a stroll through the park's small hiking trail, when you heard a rustle. Figuring it was Michael, you strode over to it. You called out to him, asking if he wanted anything. Next thing you knew, something flew right into your arm. 

It was a dart…

No no no no no no no

This couldn’t be happening

Not to you

You were so sure

And careful

And cautious

How could they get you like this?!

It was only a stroll! It was only supposed to be a small walk to clear your nerves! How could this type of thing happen! Were you going to jail? You couldn’t go there, if you went, who would keep Michael in check for you? Who would comfort you during the worst of your days?!

It wasn’t fair! They couldn’t just rip you away from him! That wasn’t fair. This isn’t fair!

You started screaming at them, you didn’t want them taking you away from Michael. You haven’t even said goodbye to him yet. He might think you abandoned him! What if you come back and he isn’t waiting for you?! What if he tries throwing you away. You couldn’t let him do that! You spent so much time with him, he had to have favored you by now. There’s no way he would just get rid of you, just like your father did.

You felt a slap..

Loomis yelled something about getting your shit together.

Choking on sobs, you came to your senses, and realized that you were in a van with your hands cuffed. You tried struggling, but it honestly wasn’t worth it. Loomis gave you a sympathetic look, it was obvious he took pity. You were different from Michael, you felt things. He deemed that good enough to put up the idea of you being an emotionally unstable teen who didn’t have the resources or outlets to stop you from going on rampages. To him, you were just an abandoned teen with no one but a murderer to depend on. It was true, but you didn’t want to realize it. Michael had become your everything. He took you in, clothed you, gave you your own room, comforted you when you hurt yourself. If anyone was horrible, it was Loomis.

God you hated how you acted. You sounded so much like a fucking crybaby. You were just high and mighty killing people, and here you are sobbing wanting to crawl back to Michael. It sickened you. You couldn’t believe how weak you sound right now. To have someone look down on you, and no less pity you? That was honestly the fucking worst. You were supposed to be better than this. Emotionless to this shit was literally the first thing that came with the position.

You were done with this shit. So you stopped. 

Well, as best as you could.

You slowly quit crying, and just put on a mask. You weren’t about to let them see you vulnerable a second more. The whole ride was then silent while Loomis checked whatever his dumb clipboard held. 

And before you knew it, the world went dark.

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You weren’t on your bed? Why weren’t you on your bed?

And why did everything smell like a familiar weirdness?

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Oh…

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Right…

You were kidnapped…

You didn’t think it would happen this fast. That it would’ve taken longer considering you expected to put up a fight. But all that’s out the window now. Now you were somewhere new, without Michael, and adults could be cruel. Especially to the other partner in crime who helped their local serial killer in unethical population control. You figured it was a jail cell you were in.

Until, you came to be fully conscious and awake. It wasn’t a rock hard bed and grayness that met you. But rather, a semi-soft bed, white walls, and a second bed next to your own. You knew the scenery all to fucking well. 

They sent you to the damn mental hospital.

Those fucking pricks. You might as well be in jail now. Hell, you considered whether jail should’ve been their first choice. But then again, these bastards have no consideration in what they fucking do. 

Last time you went to the mental ward, it was a horrible trip. It was one two hours away with cruel staff, horrible meals, terrible groups, and the rooms weren’t even good. The only one you could rely on was one of the staff members that came on the weekends. His name was Adam. He was always lenient on the rules, and made sure to give a shit ton of saltine crackers.

But this wasn’t the same ward, it was a new one. One without Adam. One with people who’ll probably fuck with you, one where you’d probably get fucked up if you fought back. It pissed you off honestly. But, more anything, you were terrified. You didn’t know these people, and your defensive personality was slipping. To be honest, you acted all tough, but you were really just trying to get by in life. If you needed to kill to get your father figures approval, then that’s what you had to do. But you just wanted to make him realize you were useful. Because you had to prove to him that you were useful. He couldn’t just cast you away. You needed someone. And he was that someone.

But he wasn’t here. So you’ll have to gather yourself together.

You sat up, well. Tried to sit up, but you were tied down. Cuffs covering your wrists rubbing them raw, you struggled to get up. But it wasn't working. This was seriously annoying and stressful at the same time. You didn’t have time for this shit.

You waited..

And waited…

And finally, after an hour, got someone to check on you.

It was Loomis, but at least it was someone. You were starving and very thirsty from your tiring trip. It was really showing.

He came up cautiously and with no ill intent. Almost like he was entering a room that had a traumatized cat in it. But it was whatever, he had a granola bar with him. And you were willing to cooperate with him to get it. Well, that and also a sip of water. 

And he gave it to you. You really didn’t need to do anything other than just be compliant with running tests. He even took the restraints off, as long as you promised not to be a threat. With things they were now, you couldn’t really do anything either way. So you got out and were able to walk around the room. Loomis had to eventually leave the room, so he slowly retreated leaving you alone. 

That’s when the whole situation sank in. You weren’t going home. At least not any time soon. And who knew how people would treat you here. The staff at mental wards were never the best. It hurt to say it, but you were scared of what was going to happen. Now that you were a killer, they were surely going to treat you differently.

And that’s what they did. You were not allowed near other patients and barely got any enrichment time. Loomis came in twice a day, and ran some tests on you. Then he’d leave without a word. Everything was becoming annoying. You hated being cooped up in a small ass room with barely anything to do.

So you complained to everyone, especially Loomis. With his pitying looks, he was bound to give you something to play with. And that’s exactly what he did. He ended up giving you some books and sketch pads with crayons. You hated to admit it, but that brought him up to your number 1 favorite staff. He was the first one to bring you fun stuff. From that day on, you would greet him with enthusiasm and a smile. You wanted to keep him close so he would give you more freedom. 

It slowly became a habit for him to come back more than twice. Each time, you got around thirty minutes with sensory toys. He gave you one to keep, and you chose your favorite to keep. 

As days passed, he would slowly become more interactive and chatty. And you enjoyed it a lot. He was so nice to you, despite all your wrong doings. It felt nice to talk to someone again. And he was obviously the best one to talk to. He would talk about his day, and about his job. He would sometimes try to bring up Michael, but you would shut him down everytime. Michael was off limits. You didn’t want to rat him out. But everything else was fine. And Loomis seemed fine with that.

One day, you were coloring and Loomis came in. 

“Hey kid, we’ve contacted your dad and he wants to see you. Do you feel up to it?”

You halted. 

What did he say?

There’s no way he was talking about Michael, so why in the actual fuck did your bio dad come to see you? 

And has he realized that you’re the one helping Michael...

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Loomis escorted you out the room, into a pristine hallway. You had assumed that the staff made everyone stay in their rooms considering no one was out in the hallway. That wasn’t the case though, you could hear laughs from one of the group rooms. You had longed for social activities, but you knew why you couldn’t participate. They didn’t trust you with the other kids, at least not yet. Maybe you’d get there, but you doubted the kids would accept a kid who viewed a killer as their father. Much less, a kid who killed for him. Now that you thought about it, you preferred being alone here. At least Loomis was nice to you, considering he hated Michael. It was the best you could do.

At first, when you got there, your first thought was that Loomis would torture you. Or something like it. He did grow hatred for Michael, and you’re Michael’s kid, so he should’ve been despising you from the start. Obviously the opposite happened. But you didn’t really see any other bad intentions behind his eyes. So he was safe…for now.

While walking down into the visitor section, you talked all about your day. It was boring, but you kept thanking him for the new toys he recently gave you. And stickers. You had a love for stickers, so you definitely had him in your top three best people list now. All you have to do now is figure out how to convince him to get you some fast food. Anything to go back to your daily routine on the outside. Even though it wasn’t so bad here, you still missed Michael. He was your everything, nothing could hurt you when he was around.

You finally had arrived at the visitor section. It was filled with other families on the other side, waiting to get their turn. When they saw you, their faces filled with utter hatred. Then your dad came into view. He looked happy to see you, but it was obviously a ruse. He never looked at you with such love. Not since your mom had died. Before Loomis could step a few feet back, you clinged to his arm not wanting to be even an inch away from him. You weren’t able to face your dad yet, and Loomis made sure that you realized it was ok to think that way. He let you cling onto his arm while your dad tried talking to you. 

Eventually, your dad got sick and tired of him constantly being present during the whole thing. He ended up shooing away Loomis. And as soon as he was out of earshot, your dad was telling you how horrible you were.

“You know, I knew ever since you were five that you were a terrible child. I was so glad that a horrible woman died, aka your disgusting mother. Now I can finally discuss my thoughts in peace. You are such a disgrace. And to think that we have the same DNA? You should’ve never been born. You should be lucky that I even let you live. It was such a good choice to move into my new wife's home. I have three beautiful children now, and no child will ever disappoint me like you do. Now. It’s time to discuss what's going to happen to you. You will stay here until you're eighteen. Oh and by the way, I've signed over my parental rights. Anyways, you’ll stay here until you’re eighteen and then Loomis will transfer you over to prison. Don’t fret, child, I'm sure you’ll survive it. Just like all those people you killed did. Well, they didn’t survive, so nevermind. Not my problem. Anyways, that’s all I had to say. So goodbye, forever. I hope you rot in this hellhole.”

Not even able to manage a word, you just sat there. It just kind of hit hard. You knew he didn’t care, but to have thought that? It was just hurtful. Loomis obviously knew something was wrong when he saw a few tears being shed. He came rushing over pulling you into a hug. You just sobbed into his chest, not caring about the judgemental stares. They didn’t matter. What mattered right now was the comfort you needed from a trusted person. Loomis just so happened to be that person. You knew he had no other option but to put you in jail either way. You were just glad he decided that he was going to keep you out as long as possible. So you were going to cherish the moments before the time came.

Once you were composed enough, he helped you up. He guided you back to the small room you possessed. Thankfully over the week, stickers were kept abundant and now your walls were covered in them. And only Loomis came back into your room (only because he qualifies as a nurse so he gets to check over your health too). You reached your room, and Loomis decided to follow you in.

“Why don’t we play some card games. I know your dad probably said some hurtful words, but I'm here for you. If you need something, just ask me for it ok? I’m not really big on words, but just know that whatever he said, I'm sure he probably didn’t mean it.”

Those words always pissed you off, but you didn’t have the energy to care at the moment. You just agreed to have a game of blackjack with him before switching to some monopoly. Obviously you were winning, because you’re just that good at everything. Except for when you landed on his space. Let’s just say, you don’t own a monopoly board now. There is also a new addition to your room, a pile of ripped up cardboard. Your new canvases to draw and paint on of course. Thankfully Loomis let you keep them. Now you have even more things to do.

It wasn’t until you heard Loomis on the other side of the door talking about Halloween, that you remembered Michael existed. You got dread at that. Had you been having such a relaxing time, that you forgot about the man who had been raising you? You were genuinely such a bad child. You didn’t understand what could lead you to forgetting about him. Surely he was looking for you, so why would you disgrace him by forgetting all about. 

The door squeaked open to reveal Loomis. He must’ve heard you, considering you just realized you were crying again. He went through the whole “what’s wrong?” shtick, and you had told him everything you were feeling. From the dread of having to go to prison, to the fact that Michael is starting to be erased from your mind. He wasn’t any help though, considering all you heard was just him ranting on and on about how bad Michael was for you. Michael’s manipulative, Michael doesn’t feel emotions, Michael this, Michael that. You honestly couldn’t care. You just told him to get out, and he did.

You spend the rest of the night crying in your bed, hoping that Michael would come to rescue you. You didn’t want to be in this hellhole anymore. You couldn’t take it.