Michael Myers and Bo Sinclair reacting to his s/o's childhood and teenage photos? pretty please?
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Micheal Myers and Bo Sinclair seeing their s/o’s childhood teenage photos
He sees the picture of baby you and is shocked at how small you are
He knew that you were once a baby, just like everyone else, he just wasn’t expecting to see you as a baby
He sifts through the pictures with an innocent curiosity
When he gets through all of the baby ones and finds you at the age of 6 or 7
At that time he was dealing with the constant voices in his head and had killed his first victim, his sister
You, however, were how other kids were: happy, giddy, and very messy
Pictures of you covered in marker, food, and whatever else you had gotten into made the corners of his mouth tilt upwards slightly in what could be mistaken for a smile
You were grinning in a lot of them
He couldn’t remember the last time he was giddy like you were in these pictures
He briefly wondered if your children would take after you or him
Part of him hoped it would be you
That thought disappeared quickly when he came across your teenage years
He slid some of them into his pocket
Prefect blackmail for whenever he needed them
Though he doesn’t actually care what you did during those years
He was locked up in an asylum
Anything was better than that
You had just taken off your shoes when you noticed how eerily quiet it was in the house. You knew that Micheal was naturally silent but after a few weeks of being constantly scared of entering your house because of the silence, Micheal had started to make a little noise. Mostly just the TV being on or faint rock music from the radio. This wasn’t the case today. It was completely quiet. You took hesitant steps around the house, looking everywhere before finally going into your room, which, in hindsight, you probably should’ve looked first. That's where you found him. Sitting cross legged on the floor surrounded by pictures of you throughout your life. Your face flushed bright red seeing him holding a picture of you in the bathtub as a baby.
“Micheal?” Your voice rang out between the two of you. He slowly turned to you, holding up some more pictures of you. He held them up almost in question, like he wanted reasons for why there were so many pictures of you in your younger years.
“I like the reminders of good times so when I’m upset I can look at them and know that there are always better times. Plus they’re good reminders of things I don’t remember now that I’m older.” Micheal seemed satisfied with your answer, putting the pictures back down and grabbing more to look at. After a second, you sat down next to him and began telling him about each picture. Who took the picture, what's going on in the picture, and the picture’s importance. Micheal was content to listen to you talk, watching you with fascination as your face changed with each new memory the pictures brought up.
The moment he sees baby you, he’s head over heels
“Look at your hands! Your cute lil’ face! Your sucking your thumb in this one!”
Loves every picture of baby you
Won’t admit it but its really good knowing that you were treated well as a baby
The moment he sees you in a highchair though, he's quick to search the picture for leather straps. After finding none, he feels 10 times better
Seeing your baby pictures shows him how cute your kids would be
When he gets to your as a kid, he laughs
You were a pain in your parents ass, he could tell
Loves knowing that despite you acting up they still treated you right
You covered in mud reminds him of Lester when he was younger
A picture with you surrounded by crayons and markers makes him think of Vincent
Here's you climbing a tree and falling, just like he used to (when his parents weren’t chasing him and yelling)
You’re so alike to them yet so different
He feels closer to you seeing these pictures
He gets to your teenage years and start crying he's laughing so hard
You’ll never live this down just so you know
Hangs a few of the pictures in the basement of the shop to show victims that go down there
“You see how adorable my baby was when they were younger?”
“Bo you’re not putting that in the basement! I will kill you if you do!” You’re jumping up and down trying to get the stupid picture out of Bo’s stupid hand. He’s laughing and raising it higher so you can’t get it. It was a picture of you when you were a baby sleeping on your arms with your naked butt in the air. You did not want anyone seeing your naked baby butt but, apparently, Bo did. Sometimes you wondered how you went everyday without choking him out. Today seemed to be the day you actually might.
“Why not? You’re the cutest lil’ thing in this picture! Just let me put it on the wall. No one leaves the basement alive anyway, so it’s not like anyone is gonna be able to tell anyone else ‘bout it, pumpkin!” He was grinned the entire time, not-so-secretly eyeing your body up. He loved it when you were mad.
“Because I said so Bo, now give it!” You growled out, gritting your teeth and jumping more. He fake sighed, pouting a little as he lowered his arm and allowed you to snatch it away. You stuck your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry. Before you could put your tongue back in your mouth, he pinched it.
“Be nice. I gave you your picture back so I think I deserve an apology for that rude gesture there.” He raised an eyebrow at you, releasing your tongue so you could apologize. He looked at you expectantly, even going as far as tapping his foot to let you know he was waiting. You bit your lip, trying in vain not to smile as you started to carefully take steps away. He smiled, knowing exactly what you were doing but, allowing it anyway.
“If you want me to apologize, you’ll have to catch me first!” You screamed the last bit as you ran away. He counted to ten in his head before he took off after you, knowing exactly what kind of ‘apology’ he wanted when he would catch you.
