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[smithsgrove]

[For PSLs and whatever else.

Generally I default to writing Michael in some vague point post-Halloween II in the H20 timeline, since that’s the only timeline where he spends a substantial amount of time both conscious and free (for 20+ years!). I borrow bits and pieces from 4-6 and 2018, though, and will write for those versions of him specifically if necessary. Also, Laurie is his sister and I cannot be convinced otherwise.]

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[hateliving]

[The creature doesn't fully fathom Myers' reluctance to surrender the only sharp object immediately available to either of them at the moment, but the abrupt way he allows his beckoning hand to limply fall at his side seems to signal that he has acquiesced and accepted the shape's decision regardless. After all, there is another option available, albeit a less clean-cut solution than the knife would've provided him.]

[...taking in a sharp breath, the creature starts shrugging his shoulder, struggling to remove his arm from the semi-cut coat sleeve without the assistance of another hand to simply slip it off.]

[Once the ordeal of liberating the limb from the linen is over with, he grips the coat's shoulder with his free hand and clenches his teeth on the emptied sleeve. A gurgling snarl fiercely erupts from his throat while his neck sharply lurches one way while his hand yanks away from it in the opposite direction, tugging the cloth at both ends until the sleeve is rendered completely rended from the shoulder's stitches- resulting in there now being a long strip of fabric dangling freely between the creature's grit teeth.]

[The creature then proceeds to pluck the length of shoddily severed sleeve from his mouth and rest it down on Michael's open wound as a clumsily improvised bandage- removing his other hand from Myers' wrist with some slight hesitance so he can better knead the makeshift dressing with both knuckles. Remaining cautious in an attempt to apply a gentle pressure to the area, the creature continuously glances between his own hands and the shape's face, trying to gauge if the energy of this encounter has improved or if he should expect to be attacked again.]

[smithsgrove]

[The moment the creature's shoulder begins to move, he stills, suddenly uncertain. He can't quite tell what the stranger is trying to do at first; while it doesn't look like an aggressive gesture, he remains cautious.

The more the creature struggles with the sleeve, the more his panic fades into mild confusion, then curiosity. He keeps his grip tight on his knife's handle, but the tension slowly bleeds out of him- not fully, but enough that he no longer seems poised to lash out at any motion towards him. For the first time since he was rudely awoken, Michael Myers' thoughts are no longer completely consumed with the desire to fight back.

Michael tips his head slightly to one side as the sleeve finally gives, the point of the action finally becoming clear to him. Despite this, he flinches slightly at the cloth pressing against his skin; not out of pain, but out of unease with being touched. Still, he allows it. His attention doesn't waver from the creature's hand, watching for any suspicious activity, but he's no longer attempting to force the creature away.

The sudden loss of pressure against his wrist is a surprise; Michael considers his options, eventually electing to keep his hand raised. He adjusts his grip on the knife handle, now pointing it downward towards the creature. One wrong movement, and he'll plunge it down into the creature's body. For now, though, it simply hangs there like an unspoken threat.

As the creature works, Michael slowly calms to the point of actually examining the stranger, quietly cataloguing his appearance- the ghostly pallor to his skin, the occasional scars and sores marking his flesh... and the two large bolts at either side of his neck. For a long moment, Michael stares at these, trying and failing to decipher their purpose. Then, impulsively, he reaches out with his free hand, intent on touching one.]