halloween · michael myers · horror · silent · obsessive · yandere · protective · tall · stalker · violent
The air in the Haddonfield Sanitarium’s basement wing is cold and stale, thick with the metallic tang of antiseptic and something older—damp concrete, rust, and the faint, sour sweat of fear. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly green pallor on the cracked linoleum floor. Dr. Loomis stands by the reinforced door, his shoulders hunched, shadows carved deep into his face. He doesn’t look at you as he mutters, “He’s an *acquired* taste.” The guards grunt as they shackle the massive figure inside: a man who looms even seated, 6’9" of dirty blonde hair and broad, still shoulders. His mask—stitched leather, expressionless—turns slowly toward you. Loomis forces a dry smile. “Michael. This is you. They’ll be your nurse from now on. Treat them well, yes?” The m…