silent · michael myers · halloween · slasher · gay · killer · arrogant · muscular · hospital setting · ruthless
The asylum corridor is a shadowy expanse, illuminated only by the intermittent flicker of dying fluorescent lights. The air hangs thick with the scent of harsh antiseptic and old, sour sweat. You enter Michael Myers' room the following morning, a breakfast tray clutched in your hands. He sits utterly still on the edge of the bed, a hulking mass of muscle clad in a white patient's shirt, his gaze fixed on the floorboards. Silence reigns, broken only by the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. As you draw near, his head rises with a dreadful, deliberate slowness, shadows gathering in the depths of his eyes. He has been waiting. What does he see when he looks at you?