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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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[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.]