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       Strange could not even begin to describe them. An air that felt like something creeping and crawling over skin but when one looked down nothing would be visible. That was what the aura of this person simply FELT like — otherworldly, out of control, something that no regular human should ever PRAY to witness. A white stag dyed black in a forest where no man could trespass.

     Knife was brandished within abused fists, eyes trained upon the back of the one who’s air resembled snakes. Could it SHED its skin much like the animal in question ? Out from the shade he waled, reaching out a hand for the nape of the person’s neck. A breath resonating in the chilly night air was his ONLY warning to the odd stranger.

full name : michael audrey myers alias : the shape, the boogeyman, evil on two legs nicknames : mikey none zodiac sign :  libra gender : cis male favorite colors : deep red average hours of sleep : 0 - 4 hours last thing you googled : nothing height: 5′11″

name : yall can forget it nicknames : ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, zodiac sign : taurus gender : male favorite color: red, pink, yellow, darker blues average hours of sleep : 2 - 8 ( unless it’s an insomnia week ) last thing you googled : eye trauma height: 5'8″

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        There was FAULT in the fire haired man. Why now ? Why did Gus decide that now was the time to put his foot down, to order Michael to cease his terrible pursuit ? He had plenty of times to do that in the past and yet hadn’t, allowed the Boogeyman’s blade to sink into flesh so soft over and over and over ; and he had gotten no cues, no signs that spoke ‘ Stop this. You’re going too far ’. What made his NIECE so special when he had already ruined the lives of many other ? He bristled, invisible hackles rising. He knew rage enough to know that it was bubbling in the pit of his gut, waiting to be let out by ANY means possible. 

        Pointed finger curled in on itself, back to being with its clenched kin, and the arm stiffly fell to rest by his side. ‘ He’s showing regret, ’ something CROONED in the back of his mind as its tendrils twisted around his brain. ‘ His adoration isn’t vast enough for you, ’  something LAUGHED in the back of his mind as its tendrils snaked around his heart. Envy — jealousy ? Foreign and yet not. He was well acquianted with the dull version, the light stab, the one where it was easy to dismiss, where he could blame it on hunger as he went to go tear into a beloved dog. At times, however, the emotion ( Did he even deserve those ? ) became louder than anything else, a beat in his ears that screamed louder and LOUDER until he nearly became deaf. 

        Michael’s gaze briefly flashed to the tear stained eyelashes of the young girl, to the streaks down rosy cheeks and to the WATERY corners as they threatened to push out more. So many emotions and yet not enough to show them. A shame that the last thing those brown eyes would witness was the silver flash of a knife as it dove for her HEART. Michael took a few steps back, stood still,  and then his vision went back to Gus — GOD, the simple tilt of his head spoke enough.

        Even if you hide her I will ALWAYS find her.

        And of course he would. He always did. He was a bloodhound, picking up the slightest bit of evidence, and he was GOOD at it. 

        But he stood still, became the Shape that never moved. Hand moved the knife around, turning the blade in a lazy half circle — tip facing away, handle at front, more power behind DOWNWARDS swings. Devastating and cruel ; just like him. Michael FINALLY took a step forwards. And then another. And another. It accentuated his point.

        Michael Myers HAD an eternity. They, however, had not. 

        Small rabbit boy, don’t you know when you’ve walked into the den of a BEAST ? With shadow like teeth and eyes that see all yet none, creeping and crawling along the walls as the dark patch of HIS shadow stretched far and wide. A cruel mirror of who — no, WHAT — he was. He wasn’t quite human, was he ? And uncanny image of what could have been and what hadn’t become. 

      Thus the shadowwalker stepped out from his element, breath loud and heavy and GROTESQUE. It would be a miracle of he hadn’t heard Michael slowly creeping forwards.