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Wanted to sketch some fluff, so have Alia and Michael being romantic, and her having her hair down for a change. :D

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The House of Wax (MichaelMyersxOC) (Crossover)

There weren't many attractions in Ambrose, it was a long dormant town rigged to appear alive, after all. But one thing that drew Alia's attention is the House of Wax, a museum dedicated to the said medium and she absolutely wanted to go see it. She loved museums, and one dedicated to a form of artwork was definitely up her alley. after making sure with Vincent the day before that it was alright, she headed out. She wouldn't be going alone, of course, as Michael had made it clear from the start of their being reunited, that she wasn't going anywhere without him.

Except work, granted. She managed to convince him through great effort and explaining the cost of living and bills to let her go to work. He still watched from a distance, however. Today? She saw it as more like a little date, and some time for just the two of them so Michael had a chance to decompress from being around so many people. Honestly, she was surprised he was bothering with interacting to begin with, and grateful he was. The others seemed to be surprisingly mindful of him as well, she couldn't be sure if it was out of kindness, because of his reputation, or both.

She hoped it was the former, but these were hardened killers with a spectrum of trauma and issues, and she was a pessimist, so it was hard to say. She was honestly just impressed everyone was getting along so damn well, though their much more stable significant others probably had a lot to do with it. Everyone was trying their hardest to make it work.

Coming up to the door, she was amazed when she felt wax under her fingers instead of wood. The name was more than apt, it was very literal. Already intrigued, she pushed it open and went inside, Michael right behind her.

He didn't understand her interest, it was a fake house, essentially. Big deal. But he'd humor her. If anything, he just liked seeing her excited about something, as it wasn't often she had the chance to be.

First thing, they were greeted with elaborate creations, all in paint and wax, beautiful and lifelike. Even marble tiles and wood were masterfully recreated to where only touch would help one realize they were all of the same medium. Alia's jaw dropped and eyes widened, looking from object to painting to sculpture, even people! She couldn't stop herself from making small sounds of admiration as she took her time to admire each piece.

Meanwhile, Michael followed quietly behind her, less interested in all these things than she, but he did find curiosity when it came to the posed people. Tilting his head, he leaned down to get a better look at them, towering over just about all the creations present. Raising a hand, he lightly prodded a man's cheek, and felt the wax give just a bit. Curious... He considered pressing harder, but Alia was quick to stop him.

"Best not to touch the art, Michael. We might damage it, wax can be a delicate medium." Alia said, gently touching his hand. She could see him look at her, debate if he was going to listen, then lowered his hand. "Thank you, sweetheart." She said with a smile, kissing his rough cheek before she went back to browsing. "Vincent's work is beautiful, it's all seamless, I can't really tell where his mother's works stop and his begins at points. I don't think Ellie ever told me how he makes them so life like. The proportions are amazing to the last detail." She absently went on to say, moving from one room to another, and another after that.

Eventually she stopped when she came to a stairway leading down, surprised by how different an atmosphere it had at a glance to the rest of the building. "I wonder where this goes..." she thought out loud, with no intention to actually find out, as she had a feeling it wasn't part of the attraction. Michael, on the other hand, decided he was going to do exactly that, and began descending the cramped staircase, just barely tall enough for his frame. "Michael, I don't think-" She began, with no sign from him that he was even listening. Sighing in frustration, she began to follow. "Why do I try? I should know better by now..." She whispered to herself in exasperation.

The staircase was lined with carvings, eerie and not like the house's main décor or themes. It grew more macabre... Michael heard a subtle movement and snapped his attention to the left, only to see a hellish workroom filled with tables, tools, and a furnace of sorts. He only managed a glance before he caught Vincent moving towards him quickly. Michael looked at him with a questioning, almost demanding frown, and Vince quickly signed out of reflex, momentarily forgetting they didn't know ASL, before shooing him back.

Michael didn't retreat from where he stood at the bottom of the stairs, but also didn't go forward, just staring at Vincent expecting some kind of explanation or tell that would explain why he was acting so urgent. "Vincent?" Alia's voice came from behind the giant, and the male artist seemed to become even more frantic in waving them back up the stairs. "Come on, Michael. I'm sure there's a good reason." She said as she tugged at the back of the man's shirt, getting the feeling that whatever was down there, Vince didn't want them seeing it. Namely her. He kept moving his body to block any direction she might look past her towering love. Michael begrudgingly went back up the staircase with her going first, and Vincent was quick to follow after.

At the top, he pointed at Alia, then the basement, and shook his head adamantly.

"I understand, I'm sorry." She replied, wondering if she upset him, but his body language suggested he was more concerned than upset. "Michael wanted to see what was down there and I followed."

Vincent sighed, nodding in understanding before he pulled a notepad out of his pocket. He came prepared when it dawned on him they might wander where they shouldn't, and hurried over. Jotting quickly in tight, neat script, he showed it to them.

"It's dangerous, and where I do my work, Not even Ellie is allowed, for her sake. Don't go down there."

Alia nodded. "I see. Again, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cross boundaries." She apologized, only to receive a gesture that it was alright.

Michael tilted his head and then gestured for the notepad and made a writing gesture with his other hand. Understanding, Vincent passed the paper and pen to him. Soon it was given back with a question;

"I want to see."

Vince paused, clearly thinking, before he decided. He nodded to Michael's poorly worded "request" before he then pointed and shook his head at Alia. He quickly jotted down "For your safety" as emphasis. He then wrote more, and held it visibly for Michael. "Tonight I will show you my work." Michael was visibly pleased with that and nodded in turn. A third line of script read, "For now, stay out, it's not good for her."

Alia wasn't sure what that meant, but she had her suspicions. Ellie never detailed his darker habits, only touched on it, and it wasn't hard to think that there was something much more unnerving down there. One thought lead to another, and she began to wonder if everything here was really made of wax...

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A/N: A grim end to a cheerful day. Alia is going to have to have a conversation with Ellie about this and figure some things out. :0 Meanwhile, Michael gets to learn just how real those wax sculptures really are! I’ll start writing that experience soon, itching to do something darker :)

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Alia and Michael, broken down on their way to Ambrose. Alia knew her car was junk, but she had hope it would manage 😓Inspired by ramblings with @rottent33th !

Michael’s pose gave me so much trouble, you don’t even know. He just looks off to me as a whole. :|

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The Shapes First Impressions (MichaelMyersxOC) (Crossover)

(Feeling ill, so indulging into some Michael thoughts to make me feel better :) The first part of their visit can be read her by the amazing @rottent33th​ --->   https://www.tumblr.com/rottent33th/700589231983198208/new-face-in-town?source=share ))

It was their first day in Ambrose.

Michael got along surprisingly well with Vincent, and Alia had little doubt much of it was thanks to the artist's genuine efforts. Michael could be... Resistant, to change or new experiences, but she was grateful to see how hard he was trying. The usual frown had deepened, but not from anger. It was concentration, frustration, and feeling curious, either all at once or at different moments.

Alia stepped outside with him to see how he was doing, and she could quickly read that he was feeling a bit overwhelmed. She hadn't done so much socializing in ages, and Michael? The last time there was the chaos of a full house, it was his own and not in a good way, or at the Sanitarium. She pulled him into a hug, one he readily accepted and returned. The quiet of outside, the lack of people once he had been reminded the wax figures were just that; lifeless, it allowed him to relax and recollect himself.

Damn Vincent was good at making those things.

Michael was such a solitary person by nature, but he couldn't say he wasn't intrigued and curious about these people who seemed more in line with himself and his actions. And their significant others? Alia melded in perfectly with them, her often reserved and mature manner gave way to an extent to something more carefree. He knew he wasn't normal by a long shot, and it was strange to interact with others who somewhat shared that. Vincent especially, who even wore a mask, though it was fashioned in the face of Bo. His face too, though? Alia said they were twins.

Michael was still baffled that Alia connected to someone to the point of them admitting the darkness that their men lived in. He had been angry at first when he found out she told their secret, only to find out Ellie had admitted it first, and they had been close since before he found his way back into her life over the last year. In comparison to the others, Michael and Alias relationship  and reconnection was notably newer than others, and there were many things they were still working out and learning about each other. Couple milestones they still hadn't reached.

Why couldn't everything be simpler? Easier? slower to change and more at his pace? But even Michael knew that was unrealistic to expect. This trip, and his begrudging acceptance of it, was proof of that. Lifting his head from her hair, he looked through the window inside, his expression a perfect poker face as he studied the people within. Vincent was acceptable and had good taste in music, Bo made him suspicious with his slick behavior(He'd be keeping him from getting too close to Alia), and Lester confused him with his odd mannerisms and strangely cheerful personality. But he would still go back inside, for the sake of Alia. He didn't want to admit that he had his own curiosities in them, like that hand-thing Vincent did. Sign language? He heard about it, never saw it in practice. Talking with your hands... It was interesting. Useful.

"You feeling better, love?" Alia asked, craning her neck to be able to look up at the figurative giant. Michael returned his eyes to her and nodded. "Good. I know it's a lot... Thank you for going so far out of your way. It means the world to me." She said in earnest, standing on her tip toes to kiss him, and Michael bent down to meet her lips with his own. After a long moment, they parted and she smiled at him. "You ready to go back in, or do you need time alone?"

He thought for a moment, before shaking his head and briefly holding up one finger.

"Alright, come in whenever you're ready, food is in the works and I know how hungry you always are." She chuckled, rubbing his back before releasing him. "I'm going back inside, let me know if you need me, Michael. You know I'll be at your side in a heartbeat." He gave a nod, watching her go and only looking away when the door closed. Taking a seat on the steps much as he often did as a boy, he propped his elbow on his knee and rested his rough chin in his palm. Blue eyes drifted absently as he fell into his own thoughts, still feeling barren without his mask, but also feeling that putting it on right now wasn't quite right.

Maybe he was trying harder than even he realized to make this work.

(Shame he wasn’t going to be half as “excited” when he would find out later there were even  more people coming...)

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Would You Like A Knife? (Quotes)

Scarlet: Alia isn’t answering their phone Michael: I’ll call Scarlet: Ellie and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi- Alia: Hello?

Michael: *Gently taps table* Alia: *Taps back* Scarlet: What are they doing? Ellie: Morse code. Michael: *Aggressively taps table* Alia: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

The squad is trying to con some random guy Alia: Um, Michael, why are you pretending I'm this guy's family? Michael: We need money! Alia: You're scamming him? Michael: I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him? Alia: What?! No way! Michael: Why not? We already stole Scarlet! Scarlet: Hey guys Alia: No, we didn't. Scarlet can think and talk for themself, they can do whatever they want! Scarlet: I wanna steal

*The squad is having dinner together* Alia: Michael, can you pass the salt? Michael: *Throws Scarlet across the table*

Alia: We need a distraction. Michael: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Scarlet, whispering: My time has come

Alia, trying to ask Michael out: Would you like to stay for dinner? Scarlet: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

Alia: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Michael: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Alia: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Scarlet: edible

Alia: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Michael: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Alia: Yes! Scarlet: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

Alia: WHY. why did you give Scarlet a KNIFE?! Michael: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe. Alia: Now I feel unsafe! Michael: I’m sorry. Michael: ... would you like a knife?

Alia: HELP! I TOLD SCARLET I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Michael, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Alia: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Michael? Michael: … No. Scarlet: I do! Alia: I know, Scarlet. Scarlet: I’m sad! Alia: I know, Scarlet.

Alia: I trust Michael. Scarlet: You think they know what they're doing? Alia: I wouldn't go that far.

Alia: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Michael: We got spring water Alia: NO. Scarlet: with EXTRA minerals Michael: it's like licking a stalagmite Alia: DON'T COME HOME. Scarlet: Mmmmm cave water

Alia: Three words. Say them and I'm yours. Michael: Three words. Alia:

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Prelude to Ambrose (MichaelmyersxOC) (Crossover)

((Having trouble sleeping so decided to write a little prelude to Alia and Michael’s trip to Ambrose to meet Ellie and the gang. 😁)) Alia sighed as she pushed clothes into a suitcase, trying to make them fit as she heard a disgruntled huff behind her. "I know, Michael, but we're really risking it if we stay here right now. Everyone is looking for you, and it's Haddonfield. They know you'll be here with both your record and your body count." She said, pausing in her efforts to pack to look over at the disgruntled man who leaned in the doorway.

He didn't want to leave, this was *his* home. He didn't like it one bit. The deep scowl and the unnerving shadow it cast over his eyes said everything without needing a single word

Alia shut the case and latched it with some effort. "It's not like we're leaving forever, just until the heat dies down. That's why we're going to Ambrose, remember? It'll be a lot safer and isolated there, and who knows, you might get along with Vincent. I told you it was a "tourist trap" right up your alley." Turning to plop down on the foot of their bed, she looked up at the man that positively dwarfed her. "We'll be back. Couple weeks maybe, a month tops, if things don't cool down sooner. I'm honestly lucky the office had a freak fire, or I wouldn't have the time off for this. We need to take advantage of it." She ran her fingers through her mildly disheveled hair, taking a deep breath and letting it out to ease her own nerves

 Michael's frown didn't lift, but he didn't shake his head or growl, either. Those were his usual signs he was pissed and not going to do or accept something. He understood the necessity, and as much as he'd just rather kill everything and everyone that was out to stop him, even *the* Michael Myers wasn't completely unstoppable... He hated to give in to the pressure, but he had to think it through. He wasn't the only one in danger...

She was too.

Alia had done so much for him, she sheltered him and didn't snitch, she was good to him and did all she could to keep him secret and safe in her own ways. She would be seen as an accomplice for sure, and the law wouldn't be kind to her...

Running a hand over his face with a sigh that sounded like a half-snarl, he entered the room to plop unceremoniously next to her. He understood, he would go with it. But he hated it. It felt like he was running away with his tail tucked, and that made him angry. But he had to think of Alia, he wasn’t alone this time.

The young woman leaned against his broad arm, placing a hand on his. "When things quiet down, it'll be back to business as usual. Promise." 

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Everyone’s Losing It (Quotes)

More quotes, guest starring friends ocs in some of them! Take a peek to see who! 

Darrell: You often use humor to deflect trauma Scarlet: Thank you Darrell: I didn't say that was a good thing Scarlet: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Darrell, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Scarlet, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

Scarlet: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it Alia: Just rip the bandage off. Scarlet: It’s Michael. Alia: Put the bandage back on.

Scarlet: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Alia: Wasn't Michael with you? Michael: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Scarlet: What do you think Alia will do for a distraction? Michael: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do. *Building explodes and several car alarms go off* Michael: ... or they could do that.

Scarlet: Alia... How do I begin to explain Alia? Michael: Alia is flawless. Ellie: I hear their hair's insured for $10,000. Darrell: I hear they do car commercials... in Japan. Vincent: One time they punched me in the face... it was awesome.

Scarlet: Time for plan G. Alia: Don’t you mean plan B? Scarlet: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Michael: What about plan D? Scarlet: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Ellie: What about plan E? Scarlet: I’m hoping not to use it. Darrell dies in plan E. Vincent: I like plan E.

Scarlet: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine Scarlet: i became more evil if you’re curious Alia: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Scarlet: i’m going to get worse on purpose

Scarlet: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Alia: Twelve, actually. Scarlet: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Alia: Yours! Scarlet: That's right: no one's.

Scarlet: I can explain. Alia: Can you? Scarlet: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

Scarlet: What’s up guys? I’m back. Alia: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Scarlet: Death is a social construct.

Scarlet: Is stabbing someone immoral? Alia: Not if they consent to it. Michael: Depends who you’re stabbing. Ellie: YES?!?

Scarlet: Dammit, Alia! Alia: What?! It wasn’t me! Scarlet: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Michael! Michael: Not me either. Scarlet: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Ellie: *whistles*

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Hey, Alia, it’s Merry!

Does Michael take his mask off often around you? Jason rarely does, but I’m hoping to gently ease him into being without it at home. I just… don’t know where to start. Thanks! Hope you and Michael are doing well!

-Merry💚

It was late and Alia had woken up hungry, and after assuring Michael she would be back shortly, she got up and brought her phone with her. While sitting at the table while everyone slept, snacking on one of Ellie's fantastic muffins, her phone pinged. Opening the message, she was surprised and smiled. "Hello, Merry! We're doing quite well, thank you! I'm ransacking Ellie's baked good, so I'd say I'm definitely good~

Michael goes without it around me now, but it took time for him to adjust. It was something Michael started doing on his own, more so when I told him how much I was glad to be able to look at his handsome face, and that it meant a lot to me that he felt comfortable enough. Maybe an encouraging conversation would help? Also knowing the motivation behind Jason wearing it even around you, so you can address it together, might help as well?"

Alia sent the message, setting her phone down to ingest more of the tasty treat, though her thoughts were far off on her friend and her lover. She wasn't sure if what she offered would help at all, but she hoped so.