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[going outside is miserable, and dangerous, and he doesn't do it. except that She won't be home until "later, okay" and he ate the leftover pizza already. so Michael does what any reasonable person would do, which is push his hair in front of his face, pull his hood up, and go for a walk until he finds someone who's left their back door open in the summer heat.

She doesn't keep that many knives in their house. the ones they do have "are for normal kitchen shit."

once knife has been acquired, he slips out, as quiet as he came in, and goes to find a dog, or maybe a cat. but Michael's really hungry, and what he has to settle for is the first thing he can catch.

its fur is silky-soft under his fingers as it stops moving. it's nostalgic. cute. maybe he'll save the skin. She used to like soft things, when she was little.

squirrel actually tastes pretty good.]

[ Life's already a piece of shit without your non-verbal serial killer older brother to babysit. Really Laurie thought she left that job behind when he burst into her life, killing her parents, maiming her best friend, and leaving her with a fuckton of trauma.

But no, she goes and works and tells people she's fucking fine, and she deals with it. The everything, the worrying from Annie and her dad, the flashbacks, the looks, the psychic connection with his goddamn stupid ass, leaving her hung over the toilet emptying her stomach furiously. ]

What the fuck.

[ So she's sick today, that's just how it is. She's sick and has to go home, and she's sorry, really, but it's fine just feel better. And there's a sliver of satisfaction as she slams the door open on her way home, waiting until it's closed to start in. ]

What. The fuck did I say, you-- Really, what the fuck were you thinking, seriously? I don't like the taste of- what fucking was that, did you deep-throat a raccoon?!

[ Laurie's normal is so far from anyone else's strange. ]

[ok first of all, rude,

but Michael is used to loud noises, and used to loud noises that he's the cause of, so it doesn't rattle him when she comes in yelling. she's harder to quiet down now. he used to be able to pick her up and kiss her on the head until she giggled. (everything's okay, Boo. mom will be home soon.)

he looks at her, looks at the bathroom door with a little nod. he left the squirrel pelt in the bathtub for her in case she wants it. IT'S NOT ON THE FLOOR THIS TIME. THIS IS PROGRESS.]

[ there is nothing about Laurie that is not rude, why haven't you understood this by now.

She looks from him to the bathroom, with a frown. What? What's he trying to...? God, the more she spends time with him the more she goes into his...his stupid non-verbal gesturing, not asking questions because sometimes it feels like she's talking to herself, and she's a little crazy, yeah, but she doesn't want to make herself even more crazy-- ]

...Ohhh, oh you gotta be kidding me. You did not. You did not leave it there again. You did not!

No, you did. Of course you did. I say don't shit on the carpet, and what do you know, there it is, there's the shit!

[girl he's seen your old bathroom you don't get to talk!!!

and behind door number one Laurie will find Michael Myers, age ten, sullenly sitting on the bathroom counter with his legs dangling.]

I was hungry.

[ She's crazy. Laurie knows she's crazy. She's probably always going to be crazy.

But at least like this the little brat talks back to her. ]

So make yourself a sandwich or a sloppy joe or something, don't go and- where the fuck did you even get a knife?

[instead of answering like a good kid, he hops off the counter and pushes past her out the bathroom door. and if Laurie turns her head to follow him she'll see not little Michael, but her big brother, standing there behind her like he's been there the whole time and hasn't even moved. cue scare chord.

he gives her a really definite look. you're going to ask this man of all people where he got a knife.]

[ Yeah, there he is. She lives with scare chords, Michael, you're not freaking her out. ]

Fucking brat... [ Why's he always leave after she indulges him by talking? ] God. You know you're not as sneaky as you think. Big fucking mountain of a man, with a mask, you think no one is gonna see you if you keep going outside? What the fuck would we do then?

[there is a really withering glance coming through those eyeholes. like "you can't call me a brat i'm older than you"

but he doesn't bother acknowledging that second part. he's good at not being noticed. she should know that better than most people.]

[ she can call you a brat when you only talk through a manifestation of your child form ok.

Laurie rolls her eyes. Really, she doesn't want to think about how good he is at not being noticed. ]

You know what I fucking mean. Sooner or later, you keep going out and we're going to- you're going to get in trouble.

[ Just walk past him, DELIBERATELY PUSHING HIS ARM WITH HER SHOULDER just kidding he's a tank of a man and she's a tiny thing, just-- look she's just going to go into the kitchen, where she can see just what food they have so she can scold him properly. ]

[she's not able to move him even an inch, but his whole body lights up with an unexpected comfortable warmth when she makes contact.

it's a lot, sometimes, to go from fifteen years of no hugs to something even approaching casual physicality.

he follows her into the kitchen. there was no pizza! or those little frozen sandwich things! what was he supposed to do!]

[ Well she opens the fridge and--! ...Oh, huh, the leftover pizza is gone, weird she thought they had enough for like two days. But, not one to be defeated, Laurie keeps her frustrated aura and checks the freezer. ]

Oh, see? There, we've got beef, you didn't have to fuck with mother nature, you could've just thrown it in a pan, you idiot.

[SUSPICIOUS. he's like, 75% sure you're supposed to thaw it first?? but he also doesn't think he's ever eaten beef that wasn't a hamburger and you can't make it shaped like a hamburger when it's frozen so maybe Laurie's right and you can just throw it in there.

BUT - and this is the most important part - he can't fucking cook. are you really gonna leave Michael Myers alone with an open flame. he genuinely has no idea what he's doing. so Laurie actually gets a pointed shrug in response.]

[ Look, Laurie can do a few things and sometimes she forgets how the kitchen works. It's a few moments after she berates him that she remembers there's probably another step to the process? But like HELL is she going to admit she's wrong. His stupid shrugging would get more smug. Probably. How does shrugging get smug?

Anyway, she just rolls her eyes. ]

Fine, you know what we're doing after your little rodent snack digests? [ She dumps the frozen meat on the counter. ] Lesson time, and you better fucking take notes. ...Like, figuratively.

[the headlines are gonna read LAST OF MYERS CLAN WIPED OUT IN KITCHEN FIRE

he actually doesn't mind the idea of learning how to make meat taste better. (although like, raw is fine! he hasn't died yet! whatever!) but he also doesn't feel like being lectured right now and he knows she's got more to bitch him out about. who let this kid grow up so naggy.

so he just leaves. blink and you'll miss it. he's back in the living room now.]

[ THESE DAMN IDIOTS, THEY GOT WHAT THEY DESERVED

Laurie just. Keeps talking. ] Do you still even remember how to write? Like seventeen fucking years, you've gotta have something in there. Maybe you really should take notes, have you been--

[ She looks up and. Well. Yeah, she should've expected that. ]

Heeey. Hey! Don't just... [ She storms after him, they live in a small place so it's not like there's much room to go to. ] Your stomach ruined my day at work, the least you can do is listen!

[ Really, most people don't just yell at a serial killer, but. This is just Laurie's life, isn't it? ]

[Laurie is little as hell. she's always gonna be little, not like Michael or Mom ~~or even Judith~~. but it's kind of convenient, because it means when he doesn't feel like listening to her freak out, he can just pick her up.

oh, sure, she kicks, and screeches, and she's bit him one or two times, but when she's not armed it's nothing. it's like holding a particularly fighty cat, one that he doesn't want to kill and just wants to hold for a while, and then set down on the couch with him so it'll stay there. which is what he does. with his sister, obviously, not a hypothetical cat.]

[ A cat is surely a good way to describe Laurie. As predicted, she screeches and snarls, wriggling--but see, Michael's always been good at that. Keeping her from escaping.

For a brief moment, she's back in Annie's house, back in that broken down building with Linda's corpse next to her, but that's...not this.

This is different? That's what Laurie tells herself. It is different, because he's not trying to kill her (was he ever?)--because she's got some control, tangentially, largely, generally.

Just not in how to break out, because as she flails and elbows, nothing budges and down she goes. To the couch. ]

Fucking-- let go, you oaf, I am not! In the fucking mood...!

[ Just a lot of incoherent yelling. ]

Edited 2018-10-16 23:49 (UTC)

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