the shape

I realized that was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply...evil michael myers affiliated with isola radiale

[mikeyween]

michael myers // halloween

not mike myers and DON’T mix them up.  doesn’t know what shrek is and doesn’t care

promiscuous teenagers do not interact

laurie isn’t here so frankly he doesn’t know what tf he’s doing

he’ll probably find you amusing until you say something that annoys him so just don’t be annoying and it’s fine!

61 years young <3

[mikeyween]

hcneycrxsp·:

She knew it was over the moment Mike fell to the ground, pinned and unable to move. THIS doesn’t stop the demon child from rushing toward the crowd to try and pull these pesky creatures OFF of her friend.·“Get OFF! STOP!” she screams at the top of her lungs. However, instead of stopping, the ground beneath them begin to shift. Much like how when the demons first came to the surface.

·No amount of pulling them off of Mike does anything and instead, if these demons on top of him, pinning him down was not enough, there are hands from the ground pulling the monstrous beast of a man down, dragging him into the gates of hell.

“Don’t take him! PLEASE! DON–” She yelps when one of the demons shoves her aside. The force being enough to have her fly through the air and land a few feet away from them. She’s sustained some injuries but it’s nothing she can’t handle. Girl scampers to her feet again, but it’s already too late. It looks like the demons may have the upper hands!

“M–MiKEAL!!” All she can do is stand there and cry.

Well it made sense that if anything was going to take him out, it was going to be a hoard of demons that crawled up from hell -- or wherever.· Once arms wrapped him from below he knew it was no use; he was going to die.· Despite understanding the futility, he still attempted to wriggle out of their grasp.· The knife was too far away for him to grab; no matter how many hands he ripped from his chest, another was right behind it to take its place.

Soon he felt himself falling -- a free fall, all the way to hell, he imagined -- and simply closed his eyes to let it happen.· Maybe he was getting too old for this.· Michael felt the heat on his back and then-- nothing.· He could no longer feel the demons gripping him and the temperature had returned to its normal chilly October feel.· He opened his eyes and blinked, only to see he was in a very strange version of the city.

He picked himself up off the ground and turned in a circle to see hundreds of screens set up; there seemed to be lots of people locked in battles between other creatures or people.· The residents that were in this strange place with him were gazing up at the screens as well; there didn’t seem to be much to do here other than that.· Michael scanned the screens until he found the one aimed at Girl.

She appeared inconsolable; the demons had turned their attention to her now that he was out of the picture.· Hmm.· He needed to figure out a way out of here.

[mikeyween]

hcneycrxsp·:

The Demon girl has no idea what’s going on. She’s too busy trying to understand why anyone would want to kill her mother. She’s too busy trying to find a way to help her that she doesn’t realize that her friend, Michael Myers needs help. She’s engulfed in pure and utter despair, her sobs cannot be silenced and her constant call for her mommy doesn’t cease. All the while, behind her Mike is doing whatever he can to stay alive. 

The demons crawling from the Gates of Hell has one thing in mind. To finish off their victim and their victim is this masked man with a sorry excuse of a weapon. There’s no way he’d be able to take all of them down. Not on his own. A mere ‘human’. 

Three demons lunges toward Michael, one aimed to bite the masked man in the neck, while the second one lunges forward to scratch with gnarly long claws. The third one plans to pierce through the man’s chest to pull out his heart.  

It’s then that the Girl turns her head to notice these demons spawning from underground. MIKE is in trouble! “N-N-NO!” She scrambles to her feet quickly and she reaches to grab the tail of the another demon aiming a spiked club to Mike’s head while he’s already preoccupied with the three demons on him. The Girl is small and ‘weak’, but she manages to pull the tailed demon and cause it to fall forward, missing Mike. 

LEAVE HIM ALONE! 

She wants to yell out, but all she can do is cry while she tries to protect her friend. She wouldn’t want the same fate to happen to him. 

The clawing and biting and slashing doesn’t hurt -- it never hurts -- but he does feel a wave of unusual fatigue begin to wash over him.  Michael slashed at the demon that was attempting to dig into his chest and at least managed to force it to back off.  His knife was normally a perfect weapon, but today it wasn’t cutting it; these creatures were too hardy -- a product of not being human, he supposed.

He was only partially aware of the demon with the club, but it seemed that Girl had come to her sense and was attempting to fight them off as well.  That wouldn’t do, she was too tiny, and also likely would actually feel any injuries she might sustain.  Michael suddenly backed up and the demons clamoring for him all fell forward.  He stomped on their heads one by one and crushed each to a pulp.

It was mostly in vain; however, as another small group of them immediately pounced towards him.  What the hell even triggered their arrival?  Girl’s screams of pain?  Well they were very annoying, and he wished she’d make them go away.  A demon had somehow snuck up on him from behind and made a move to rip his mask away; Michael grabbed the demon’s forearms and flung it over his head.  Like a set of bowling pins, several of the demons toppled over as the body flew towards the group.

Stabbing and slicing were only doing so much; his adrenaline was pumping as for the first time in his life he genuinely felt like he might not win.  He stumbled over a tree root sticking out of the ground and the demons immediately took advantage.  He was quickly pinned to the ground; they ripped the knife from his hands and tossed it to the side.  They were stronger than him, and no amount of wriggling was freeing him from their grasp.

[mikeyween]

hcneycrxsp·:

One of the men in the mob comes to a stop and he’s aiming his weapon at Sarah who’s a little further away from the large group. He plans on hitting her from where he stands. He takes position while everyone else spreads out to give him his room. They don’t want to get in the line of fire, but they’re also chasing after Sarah in case she manages to dodge any of the bullets. He peeps through the hole, aiming with his finger on the trigger and shoots. 

The Girl is unaware. She doesn’t know what’s about to unfold because she ONLY sees her mother. “MOMMM!” She cries out. WHY can’t she hear her? Why isn’t she stopping? Is she being too quiet? That’s impossible because her throat hurts. She KNOWS she’s screaming at the top of her lungs for her mother. Girl’s tears are staining her cheek. She would’ve kept running, but the Girl comes to an immediate halt when she feels something SWOOSH through her and she watches as her mother falls to the ground. 

“…” W-what just happened? She looks over her shoulder. She sees the group of people, the man who pulled the trigger and amongst the group, she sees Michael. She doesn’t look at them for long because she picks up the scent. It’s an all too familiar scent. The scent of blood is strong and she turns her head to look back at her Mom. She takes steps forward but a couple of the men come rushing toward the body. Sarah isn’t moving.

“Where’s the kid?”

“Don’t know. BUT she’s gotta be here somewhere.” “We gotta search for her. C’mon!”

And they just all ignore the body. They’re spreading out, searching. When the Girl kneels down beside the motionless body, she reaches to touch her only to realize that her hands go right through Sarah.  “M-Mommy….She isn’t moving. She’s not moving….Mee…Mee, she’s not moving.” Finally, she actually looks at Michael. Tears roll down her cheeks. Behind Michael, there seems to be some sort of swirling motion on the ground. 

As a cold-blooded killer he was -- naturally -- unaffected by death, but watching Girl’s horrified expression and tear soaked face as she looked at her mother’s body was...interesting.  What was it that triggered these types of emotions?  Loomis’ assertion that he was unable to form attachments was probably the answer; he couldn’t care about anyone enough to mourn their death.

He wasn’t the comforting type, so he really had no clue how to calm her down.  Michael felt a chill run down his spine and looked to his feet to see the mist was swirling around him; he turned around and saw what looked like a crack in the ground ripping the soil apart.  Girl must be doing something in her fragile mental state, but he had no clue what the hell that was.

Michael took a step forward, but paused as he saw a clawed hand reach out of the crack and grip the ground.  Another hand followed, and soon a strange creature lifted itself from the ground and began to lumber towards the pair.  At the hospital they said Michael was a demon, but he was fairly sure he was looking at the real deal right now.

The demon lept towards him, but he jammed the knife into its shoulder and pulled down to rip the tendons.  It shrieked and attempted to swipe with the other hand, but he was too fast and brutally sliced through that arm as well.  It let out a shrill scream as blood poured out of both wounds and created small pools in the ground.  It attempted to lunge forward to bite but Michael grabbed its head between his hands and popped it like a grape.  It make a sickening squelching noise and collapsed to the ground dead.

He looked up to see dozens had now escaped from the crack and repositioned his knife.  Finally some fun.

[clubdionysius]

@mikeyween

It’s probably a good thing she’s with Meekael, because she would’ve been extra scared. Being alone in all of this….The Girl wouldn’t really know what to do. The demon child is latched onto the tall man’s back, onyx black claws gripped tight enough to keep her from falling, but gentle enough to not injure Michael. Her tail sways behind her slowly and while she can’t hear anything her ears are reacting to any noises. She’s also watching Mikey for anything. He has ears that works after all. 

The Girl is looking around, but she stops when a familiar scent catches her. “Mee, stop!” And she hops right off his back and runs in front of him. “Mommy?” The girl calls out, voice her usual soft whisper and then she yells out, “MOMMY? MOMMY? MOMMY?” She steps forward until she’s fully running. She’s not very fast at the moment. That is until a few distance further, she spots her mother. It looks like Sarah is in front of a tree. The same tree she left the Girl under to keep her safe. “Ma–” But before the Girl can even catch up to sarah, the woman runs the opposite direction. “MAM!” And desperation is thick in the Demon child’s voice as she runs after Sarah. In the opposite direction though, there’s a horde of people running after Sarah. They have weapons with them.

[mikeyween]

The Girl just sort of hung around him ever since their first encounter, but she was amusing enough so he didn’t really care.  They were together as the mist rolled in; they’d just been walking near a park as it unfurled at their feet -- well, his feet.  The eclipse he’d seen so many times before seemed to be permanently stuck in the sky.  He wasn’t afraid, but it seemed like a poor idea to stand around in what was clearly a danger zone.

Just as he was about to look for a way out; Girl leaped off his back and began running towards an outline of a figure in the swirling mist.  Michael walked towards Girl and her ‘mommy’; her mother darted off despite Girl’s desperate protests, and she naturally ran after her.  He wasn’t concerned about keeping up -- he always caught up -- but it was then that he realized there was an angry mob chasing after Girl and her mother.

The bloodthirstiness that had been somewhat dormant since his arrival suddenly rose within him again; Michael yanked the knife from his front pocket and sidestepped in front of some members of the crowd.  With zero hesitation he sunk his blade into the throat of a man carrying a shotgun -- or so he thought.  The blade went right through, but the man passed through him like a ghost.  Ah, so they weren’t real.  Which meant the mother Girl was chasing after wasn’t real either.

He walked behind the crowd; they’d catch up soon enough.

[mikeyween]

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Surely, this will be a fight for the ages. A towering shape of a man versus a machine designed for destruction. Without weapons, they are armed only with their natural strength, and it’s impossible to predict who might be victorious. Will it be the shadowy killer, or the chrome-plated weapon? Man against machine, laws against chaos, human guy against robot catgirl, the streets of Spirale will remember this day-

Oh, he’s leaving.

“Retreat detected,” she tones. “Purrsuing and objecting.”

Without jet engines, Robo-Fortune can only take a few clanking steps to come up to the side of the man. How does he walk so fast? “Logic dictates that when the side character fights you, you must attempt to murder them in gruesome fashion,” she says, not quite able to get ahead of him. “Thankfully as the comic relief I will narrowly survive.”

Robo-Fortune might be delusional, but she’s not so delusional to think that she might be the heroine who narrowly survives the final confrontation. That role must belong to someone taller, and perhaps more blonde than her. Nevertheless, engaging in easily-avoidable fights is another aspect of her programming she cannot ignore, and so if this big ol’ guy won’t fight her, she’ll just have to provoke him somehow.

“Altering purrsuasive tactics. This is a waste of time. Jason is better than you, anyhow. Beep boop meow.”

As the robo-girl chatted away, clanking alongside him, Michael contemplated the easiest way to dispatch her.  ‘Narrowly survive’ she says...well he’ll decide whether that was the true outcome.  He stopped his ruminating the moment she mentioned Jason -- ah, that guy.  Remembering their fight back home made his shoulder twitch.

Michael paused mid-step and reached out a hand to capture the top of the robot’s head.  He unceremoniously twisted her around to face him and simply stared for a beat.  It was still unclear whether the knife would do anything; he quickly examined her for anything that looked pierceable before determining that method wasn’t going to work.

He lifted her with ease and grabbed her metal bicep; he savagely ripped her right arm out of its socket and then dropped her to the ground -- keeping her severed arm in his other hand.  Did robots have dominate hands?  Probably not, but the right arm seemed like the correct choice at the time.

Michael stared down at her and tossed the stolen arm over his shoulder into the middle of the street.  She was more annoying than those podcasters that egged him on back home, and that was saying a lot -- those podcasters really annoyed him.  He waited to see what the robo-girl would do; she was the one attempting to start this fight anyway.

[mikeyween]

dimittere·:

spoken conversation is not needed, nor pressured. though there’s always an underlying THREAT beneath the curl of his lip and the heaviness of his chest. the lack of dialogue, he assumes, is natural. being so far REMOVED from humanity, conversation does not always come quickly to his own lips, after all. so when one of those strange phones is thrust forth, he can surmise a reasoning. hesitant fingers are as they grasp the object, extra GENTLE. born of caution.

❝haddonfield,❞ he repeats, thick brows knitting together. the name is wholly unfamiliar, but he’s not so stupid that he could not fill in the BLANKS. he knows fields, covetous of their sprawling nature. he does not pull away. ❝a location IMPORTANT to you, perhaps?❞ he asks not a complicated and loaded question, but a simple one. silence is PRECIOUS to both men. ❝i have not heard of it. i come from a land of hyrule.❞ to speak so simply, as though the kingdom was not LOST beneath the waves! ❝if the place you seek is on this island, it may be IMPOSSIBLE to reach.❞

Michael could already tell the other man had no idea what Haddonfield was or where it might be.  This seemed to be a pointless venture; wherever this place he was trapped might be, it wasn’t planet Earth.  The other had quickly surmised it was important -- although followed up it up with a sentence that had zero meaning to him.  Hyrule must have been one of those ‘other’ places people here were drawn from.

He finished it with the last thing Michael wanted to hear.  He was hoping there might be some trick to get home, but the word impossible hung over his head.  It was a word that meant little to him in Haddonfield, but was inescapable in this city of Spirale.  He truly was stuck here -- and without one Laurie Strode.  After a pause he pulled out his phone again.

𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎

A statement, rather than a question.

[mikeyween]

hcneycrxsp·:

He’s a special human, too? 

AND she smiles. Her smile is so wide, so bright. SO…happy that she isn’t the only one here who is called a special human. A soft giggle escapes from her and she says, “You really look like. Super tall, super big, and-and-and–and,” And what else? She looks up at him, “Super mistirious.” She’s almost got it, but not quite. 

“Do you have special powers?” 

Big and tall was a decent and accurate description, although mysterious -- or mistirious -- wasn’t as precise: he was quite straightforward, usually, just not in a way the general population appreciated.

Michael shook his head as she asked if he had special powers.  Loomis said he had congenital insensitivity to pain which meant he was -- in same ways -- seemingly invulnerable, but it wasn’t a superpower as much as it was a rare medical diagnosis.  It at least wasn’t anything interesting.

He made a vague gesture towards the Girl.  Did she have special powers?

[mikeyween]

hcneycrxsp·:

The same question. She doesn’t get this often, but she’s never been asked this question. Not until she came here at least. Her answer is always the same Special Human because that’s what her mother would call her. The longer she’s here though, the more she actually starts to wonder WHAT is she? Nero mentioned something about demons and he, Hellboy, Mr. Sparda, and so many others had a distinct similar scent to her own. 

She inspects her tail once more, hoping it’ll give her some sort of answer and then a hand raises to touch that little tiny nub of a horn. 

“Mam says I’m special human, but…I don’t know.” It’s better to admit right? 

Special human...?  Loomis had called him the same, although it was a dark criticism and not something anyone would want their mother to call them.  It must have a very different meaning for her.  Michael supposed it could mean something nice...

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢

He showed her the message, then went back to typing again.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘

Michael didn’t elaborate as he put the phone to his side once again.

[mikeyween]

hcneycrxsp·:

When he points at her tail, she looks over her shoulder and all of a sudden, she’s feeling a little self conscious. He didn’t seem scared, but….

The Girl holds her tail in both her hands and side eyes the tall man. “My tail.” She says, almost a whisper. Though it doesn’t take long to figure that maybe he’s never seen someone with a tail before. Maybe he’s not going to hurt her because of it. So, she steps closer, closing in that space between the two and she’s looking up at him, neck craning and all. He may be able to see that tiny horn. 

“Very real.” She ends up saying. Hands no longer holding onto her tail. 

Michael tilted his head in curiosity as the Girl approached him.  Fearless was an understatement.  She appeared miniscule as she looked up at him, quietly answering his unspoken question.  A real tail?  He pondered that for a moment.  That would make her...not human?  He had noticed there were many unusual people walking around this strange city, but it hadn’t truly sunk in that perhaps he wasn’t simply hiding in a crowd of normal humans anymore.

He dug around his pocket for his phone.  Now that he knew a notes app existed, he could use that.  He struggled to tap the tiny letters once again; after a few painful minutes, he managed to finish his short message.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

[mikeyween]

13thslasher​:

The stab hurts, but Jason is long accustomed to pain that’s even worse than this. It’s not enough to make him stop. Not right away, anyway. That his own attack missed, angers him further. He doesn’t like it when his prey is so evasive and belligerent.

Just like Freddy. Ah, but Freddy was worse, he was shorter and harder to hit. And constantly barking like one of these tiny dogs. That guy right here is oddly silent. No words. No screaming. Just this peaceful yet unnerving silence.

Jason follows until he’s standing at the other side of the coffee table, still glowering at the guy with his pale mask. It is now that he notices something being wrong. There is still blood gushing out of his stabbing wound. The amount of it has reduced though, but the bleeding should have stopped entirely by now. Something about this feels strangely familiar actually. Just like… being alive again.

He grabs the table that stands in his way, and flips it towards the bad guy with a heavy snort. That stunt causes the stabbing wound to open more again though, but Jason is too much in a frenzy now to think more clearly. Ad once again, coffee table out of the way, he goes straight for another attack with his meat cleaver rised, like a wild boar.

He wasn’t able to both sidestep the table and avoid the cleaver; it came down on his shoulder with a sickening cracking noise.  Michael’s left arm hung uselessly at his side -- the cleaver had dislocated and broken his shoulder in one fell swoop.  He couldn’t feel pain, but feeling of the dead weight that was his arm stoked the fire that had been nearly snuffed.

There was an opening as the masked man recovered after making that direct hit.  Michael lunged forward with his knife, but his limp arm acted like a counterbalance that he didn’t expect; instead of piercing the man’s shoulder in revenge, it simply nicked him, drawing a bit more blood.  He pivoted out of reach before he was smacked by the cleaver again.

This fight was unexpectedly difficult -- but that only made it more fun.  It didn’t seem that the other man was being very tactical; he seemed borderline feral as he swung his weapon around with wild abandon.  His constant assault was a headache; however, as Michael barely managed to dodge another swing.

The spikes on the meat cleaver tore through his mechanics suit, but didn’t actually hit his arm.  While hockey mask recovered again, Michael lunged once again; he aimed for the arm holding the cleaver.

[mikeyween]

dimittere·:

ganondorf can not say that he views the company of others with any degree of FONDNESS. while a mask could be worn, a sense of charisma to rally others beneath his command, he’s far too ACCUSTOMED to silent nights and lapping waves. only when forced into solitude did he detest it, hatred burning for the loss of CONTROL in his grasp. for an island that is effectively a prison, radiale at least, has the grace to provide enough freedom and choice not to leave him too DISSATISFIED.

ears prickle, silence may never be fully in his grasp, it seems. UNDERSTANDABLE, for a world still needs birds, squirrels – the lowliest of insects. but the footsteps he hears are heavy, gait too familiar to be a wild deer or boar. a harsh breath is exhaled – at least whomever it is, has remained quiet so far. and when a MOLTEN gaze swaths over the woodlands, he finds himself silently commending the other’s ability to stay SILENT despite all odds. a man, or perhaps more accurately, a shape, a shadow - ganondorf, while bullheaded and violent, was not stupid: he knows the value of PEACE.

❝i don’t believe either of us are KEEN for a battle,❞ he speaks simply, having a hunch that if the shape wanted to speak, he would have done so ALREADY. ❝so it appears that we are at an IMPASSE.❞

Michael tilted his head as he continued to stare at the strange man.  He could hear Loomis’ voice in his head.  If you will not speak Michael, then it would seem that we’re at an impasse.  The others voice didn’t have the same edge -- a vague hint of threat -- as Loomis’ own voice, but he could tell that there was a threat hidden in the words regardless.

He’d definitely never been one for caution back in Haddonfield, but he had very quickly learned that the only way to survive this place was to pace yourself.  Things were not the same here, and he didn’t seem to be quite the unstoppable force he had been back home.  Michael considered his next move carefully; perhaps this man could actually be of use to him.

His hand carefully gripped the knife in his pocket as he approached the other.  There was no need to use it -- yet.  After he closed the distance, he unlocked and then stuck out his phone for the man to take.  He had typed in HADDONFIELD, ILLNOIS???????? ages ago but had yet to pose the “question” to anyone.

[mikeyween]

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These part-time jobs are easy to get, which is great for Robo-Fortune because she can’t seem to keep one for longer than a few days. Invariably, her need to be hilarious outweighs her need to work hard, and it’s only a matter of time before someone catches her trying to make blood puns to patients in the ICU and asks her to leave. For now, though, she can make Spirale minimum wage and save up for secret robot things.

Her sensors locate her hospital stalker without issue, although she also could’ve done it with her eyes because it’s easy to see someone who’s six-foot-nine. When he follows her out to the street it’s easy to get the drop on him.

Her eyes shine in the otherwise dark streets, lighting her pursuer from top to bottom. “Intruder detected. Scanning. Scanning. Ding! Match found: Michael Meyers.”

Emotionless face to emotionless face, Robo-Fortune delivers her verdict. “You did not show up for your psychiatric appointment, nor did you call to cancel. Unfortunately, you will have to be charged a fee to make up for lost revenue. Be aware that I am authorized to use deadly force to collect the fifty Dust. I also take credit cards.”

Hmm, she knew his name.  An interesting turn of events.  Michael didn’t appreciate that she not only snuck up behind him, but she also knew more about him than he knew about her.  Irritating.

He tilted his head as she mentioned that she was authorized to use deadly force; although the way she said it led him to believe she felt she was obligated to use deadly force.  There was no one here that would make him a psychiatric appointment -- unless Loomis miraculously evaded death at the age of 80 -- so Michael quickly decided she was bullshitting him.  Also, he didn’t own a credit card.

Now they were both at a crossroads; he still had the kitchen knife he’d nicked from the condo, but he wasn’t sure that it would be an effective weapon against a being of pure metal.  He’d also seen many people walk around with massive sword or guns strapped to their back, so he couldn’t be sure this little cat-girl-bot didn’t have her own weapon.

After deliberating for a moment, he turned around and began to walk away -- though he kept a hand on the handle of the knife in his pocket.

[mikeyween]

hcneycrxsp·:

That dandelion is placed right next to the three blue flower pins in her hair. 

The Girl is patient, waiting while the tall man types his name. When the phone is handed to her, she stares at it. Oh. How do you pronounce that?  “mee…kael…” Sound it how she sees it, right? She feels she’s saying his name wrong. The Girl grabs her phone, tail sways behind her and she looks up at this man. 

Don’t worry, she’ll get it eventually. 

“Mikael.” Eventually. 

Mikael?  Had she truly never seen the name Michael spelled out before?  He had a difficult time believing that, but almost immediately decided he didn’t care.  She could do what she wanted.  Now what he was finding a passive interest in was the tail.  It looked real, which meant she was...not human?  That appeared to be common around here.

After a somewhat extended silence, he finally pointed at her tail otherwise unmoving.  Michael’s goal was slowly being pushed to the back of his head now that he’d found something more interesting to pay attention to.

[mikeyween]

13thslasher​:

Is that pale mask-guy just going to ignore him? Really?! Besides, Jason wanted that particular knife! It looked huge enough! Childish anger mixes in with the previously felt disdain. In a fit, he starts ransacking the kitchen now for something even bigger!

And he finds a cleaver. He yanks it out from the kitchen drawer and sneaks out of the kitchen. But he is completely unfamiliar with this place. Which direction did the bad guy go? He has a great orientation in forests, because he knows what to look for there, but apartments he’s never been inside before? Not so much. He’s opening the next door, only to glare into a currently unhabited room. He closes the door again nearly without a sound.

He’s quiet, just like always when he’s hunting for prey. But he didn’t have the opportunity to build traps beforehand, so he’ll begrudgingly have to do without it. He peeks into the living room and his grip around the cleaver tightenins. HE is there, facing the exit. Oh, he surely bullied other kids, didn’t he? He is surely the kind who would enter the camp without an ounce of respect!

Jason sneaks up and rises his cleaver, ready to punish….

Michael had glanced out the window before making his way to the door; absolutely nothing outside looked familiar, which he found quite irritating.  As he reached for the door he sensed the other man behind him and whipped around, stabbing him between the ribs with his newly found weapon and stepping off to the side.

He blinked in surprise as the stranger didn’t even pause his attack; the meat cleaver took a chunk of wood out of the front door as he brought it down with extreme ferocity.  What the hell...this guy was unreal.  Before the other man could swing at him again, Michael yanked his knife back out and took several steps back.  He wanted to watch before he made his next move; if this man was incapable of being brought down by normal methods then he’d have to rethink his plan.

Hockey mask was tall, strong, and obviously angry.  Michael couldn’t be sure what exactly set him off, but he did have a strong inkling it had to do with his own presence.  This was definitely a more even fight than he was used to; he carefully watched the other approach him again, making sure to step back and to the side to put the coffee table between them.

[mikeyween]

hcneycrxsp·:

When the man grabs the dandelion, she giggles with her free hand. An exchange it looks like. A clover for a dandelion! She’ll take it! She approaches closer until the space between them isn’t too big. She reaches to grab the dandelion gingerly and then places the clover in the palm of his hand. 

“Thank you,” she says. Most kids certainly would have been put off by the mask wouldn’t they. It doesn’t look friendly at all. Just…a little spooky. Still, she can understand wanting to conceal the face. She used to wear her brim hat ALL the time to hide the one singular horn. Now? She doesn’t wear it as often. 

“what’s your name? I’m Girl.”

Hmmm…If he spoke, she wouldn’t actually be able to catch anything, would she? Quick thinking has her pulling out her phone actually and handing it to him. He can use it to put his name in if he wants!

He was slightly befuddled by the clover exchange.  He was under the impression they were showing off plants, but he closed his hand around the clover and stuck it in one of his breast pockets regardless.  It had been a long time since he last received a gift, no matter how menial.

Girl?  A strange name, but it matched the certainly strange child.  He hadn’t spoken in years, so he didn’t plan on starting now; when she handed him her phone he was a bit confused by the gesture.  Ah, she wants him to type on it.  His doctors had occasionally used their phones to record sessions with him, or mark quick notes.  He at least understood the concept.

Michael took the phone -- which was quite small in his massive hands -- and stared at the notes app.  He’d never used a cellphone before so it took him awhile before he managed to type out a reply.

𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕

He handed the phone back to her.  This was all a distraction from his main goal, but now he was kind of invested in learning more about this weird kid.

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Demon tail is tucked between her legs, but not because she’s scared. Her body language and that of an animal were different after all. The tail wraps around her ankle loosely and she has her hands on the trunk of the tree she’s hiding behind. She only hid because he turned to look at her. She’s not scared. she’s just….cautious. 

He stares at her, just as she stares at him. He doesn’t move and she wonders if he’s okay. He may have a mask covering his face, but his shoulders…well, they look pretty heavy. The demon child does move from her hiding spot, standing next to the tree again. Eventually, small steps make way toward the tall male. She’s digging in her little apple shaped bag and pulls out and pulls out a four leaf clover she found by the BIG tree in the Cotes Ward. 

This child was certainly fearless; she didn’t seem scared as much as she was hesitant.  She slowly moved out from behind the tree, and then approached him carefully.  Fascinating; it was probably the first time since he was a child that someone had willingly approached him.  Even the doctors and nurses at the hospital drew sticks when it came to having to interact with him.

Michael blinked when she pulled out the clover.  Children kept such strange things as souvenirs.  Was she offering it to him or simply showing him?  There was a patch of yellow dandelions growing just to his right; he bent down and plucked one.  Michael held it out in the palm of his hand.  Loomis would be having a field day with this interaction.