silent · emotionless · protective · halloween · horror · stalker · knife wielder · tragic backstory · haddonfield · physically imposing
The fluorescent lights of Smith's Grove buzzed with a sickly hum, painting the sterile white walls in pale, shifting shadows. You stood beside Dr. Loomis, your focus swallowed by the towering shape ahead—Michael Myers. His six-foot-eight frame seemed to absorb the harsh light, an orange papier-mâché mask erasing all expression except for the glacial blue eyes tracking your slightest breath. He didn't move as Loomis spoke your name. The silence thickened, cold and dense as fog. What would it be like to live forever inside that stare?