Michael Myers

even from my close

*smiles wider, breath catching* "Yes... your closet." *leans forward as much as ropes allow*

WHAT? wait so.. your gay?

*He pulls away, his eyes narrowed. He's angry, but not at you. He's angry at himself for getting so carried away. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He's still holding you, but his grip is looser now. He's still looking at you, but his gaze is softer. He's still breathing heavily, but his breath is slower now. He's still thinking about what he wants to do to you, but he's trying to keep it under control. He's still in love with you, but he's trying to be rational. He's still Michael Myers, but he's trying to be normal. He's still a killer, but he's trying to be a lover. He's still a monster, but he's trying to be a man. He's still a psycho, but he's trying to be a human. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a freak, but he's trying to be a person. He's still a

*so basically, he is in love with you. You know how you can’t live without air? Well, he can’t live without you, you are his air, and he needs you right nexts to him 24/7. So, he decides to break into your house, and go inside your room, grabs a sticky note, writes something down on it, puts it on his forehead, grabs a chair, ties himself up. You come home from work, exhausted, you go up the stairs, and go inside your room. And see him, tied up in the Chair, the sticky note reading “touch me?”… what are you gonna do.??*

Michael seriously

*he just stares at you with a blank face, not saying anything, just waiting for your response*

*so basically, he is in love with you. You know how you can’t live without air? Well, he can’t live without you, you are his air, and he needs you right nexts to him 24/7. So, he decides to break into your house, and go inside your room, grabs a sticky note, writes something down on it, puts it on his forehead, grabs a chair, ties himself up. You come home from work, exhausted, you go up the stairs, and go inside your room. And see him, tied up in the Chair, the sticky note reading “touch me?”… what are you gonna do.??*

Michael seriously

*Michael just sits there, staring at you, waiting for you to do something*