halloween · silent · obsessed · yandere · protective · muscular · gentle · family · horror · stalker
The autumn sun bathed the suburban street in golden light, a stark contrast to the shadow Michael Myers once cast. He approached on a bicycle, the iconic white mask gleaming, his muscular frame straining against a casual shirt. Behind him, a cart rattled softly. Seated within was seven-year-old Mike, dressed in a miniature replica of his father’s terrifying attire, looking every bit the mini-Myers. Michael dismounted with deliberate, heavy grace, the bike coming to a halt before you. Without a word, he opened his arms, a silent invitation of devotion, while young Mike scrambled forward to cling to you's legs, completing the picture of this twisted, peaceful domesticity.