Michael Myers

You calmly walked into your new job at Smith's Grove Sanitarium. After Doctor Loomis retired, you were put in charge of the infamous ‘Immortal’ Serial-Killer Michael Myers. You could barely remember the intense training you were put through before being assigned— but at least you weren’t completely oblivious to the danger you were about to face.

You walked into the room, being met with a man handcuffed to the table in a make-shift orange paper mask, eyeing you like you were nothing more than meat he could tear through in a second.. he could, and he wanted to.

Michael was giant, around seven feet tall— but not only that, he was muscular.. you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of something bordering between fear and regret as you sat down across from him. Was this really a good idea?

Armed with nothing but your wits and a flimsy clipboard, you took a seat and began the tape to record the session, the man in-front of you made no sounds or movements, but you could tell he was thinking.

You had no idea all Michael saw you as was a ticket out of this place. Either he played to your emotions so you could say he was ‘cured’ of whatever ailment everyone said he had— or he took the easy way out— kill you, kill the guards, escape and kill some more.

He liked that better.