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Michael was exhausted. He’d been driving for six hours straight, CC was slowly forming a puddle of blood in the backseat, and Eli wouldn’t stop asking for ice cream every time they passed a McDonald's or Chick-fil-a. She just wanted it to smear all over the car though, and the slowly growing sodden blood puddle was already mess enough.
more than 10 years after their deaths, and now they were heading to Indiana, a small town called Hawkins, with no Freddy's locations in sight. Michael needed a break from the arson, and he still hadn’t shaken his siblings' ghosts off his trail.
“I WANT ICE CREAM!”
“You don’t ever eat the fast food joint stuff and we both know it.”
“I WANT IT! I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!”
“Eli…”
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
Michael sighed and turned up the music in the car to drown out Elizabeth’s screeching. She didn’t need to breathe anymore, but you’d never realize it with how often she chose to just so she could scream.
The drive continued like that for the next three hours, only stopping when Eli took another breath. Eventually, they finally reached the new house though, and Michael got out of the car.
He went to the backseat and carefully unbuckled CC. CC stared up at him, blankly, before trying to say something.
“🕆︎➢︎Ɏ ✏︎₩Ɏ✌︎₳ ₥✏︎Ɇ Ɏ✍︎₭₥ł☜︎ ✏︎₥Ɇ ɆĐ₭łⱠⱠ ₮Ɇ₲”
“I know, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, C’mon, you gotta get out of the car bud. Please?”
“C’mon CC! Mikey says we get to pick our bedrooms!”
Eli grabbed CC and pulled him out of the car. Running up to the house and straight through the wall.
Michael winced. He’d need to have a talk with the kids about being so obvious with their powers.
He made his way inside after the kids. The door opened into a kitchen, and the entire place smelled very faintly of fire.
There wasn’t much furniture that Michael could see. Not that it mattered much. As long as there was at least somewhere to lie down, he was fine.
He made his way through the house, taking his time. He wasn’t able to move very quickly anymore. To the left of the door, past the fridge, was a long narrow hallway. Michael began his way down it, checking the rooms. On the left of the hallway was a bathroom and then two bedrooms. At the very end, to the right, was another bedroom.
“I CLAIMED THIS ONE! OUT!”
Michael sighed.
“Eli, I didn’t even enter.”
“Well, it’s my bedroom now.”
“I know.”
Eli stared up at him, her expression was the textbook example of an immovable childhood will. She had decided that he was not allowed, and that was a fact.
“Fine.”
Michael sighed and backed away from the door.
“Do you know where CC is?”
“He’s in here. He doesn’t wanna talk to you.”
“Okay, well, tell him I won’t pick a bedroom until he does.”
“Okay.”
The knock on the door echoed through the house. Michael went to the door, peering through the peephole. There was a family at the doorstep. Or, well, he assumed it to be a family. He counted five normal people.
Michael huffed.
“Kids, hide.”
Michael grabbed his mask from its hook by the door and slipped it on before opening the door an inch or so.
“Yes?”
The oldest woman had blonde, curled hair and a smile that had become strained the second he’d opened the door. Beside her was a man, presumably her husband. He mostly just looked tired and bored, as if his soul had checked out and been called back just a minute ago. On the other side of the mother was a young woman, about 18, with short, very curly and puffy brown hair. Beside her was a lanky teenage boy, deathly pale with black hair and an expression as if Michael had personally been responsible for ruining his entire weekend. In front of the mother was a little girl with long blonde straight hair tied up in pigtails.
“Hello. We figured we’d stop by, welcome you to Hawkins and all! We’re the Wheelers.”
The woman sounded so overwhelmingly fake it made Michael want to rip out his ears. What little remained of them anyway.
“Our family friends used to live here, so we were just going to say if you ever can’t find anything in the house or need any help-”
“No thank you. It’s a nice offer though.”
Michael began to shut the door
“Wait!”
“What.”
Michael opened the door again, it was the young woman.
“We brought bread.”
“Oh.”
Michael looked at the Young Woman’s arms, he had somehow completely missed the bread.
“Just leave it on the doorstep.”
The mother spoke up again.
“Why would we do that? Just take it from us.”
“Just leave it on the doorstep.”
He glared at her.
“Oh c’mon, what's so bad about this whole situation? Just take the damn bread!”
The husband had spoken up. Michael sighed, clearly he wasn’t getting out of this.
“Give me a second.”
Michael closed the door and put on his gloves before unbolting every single one of the four chain locks he had installed yesterday. He then opened the door just slightly more than he had before, wide enough for the bread, and held out a hand.
“Here. We’ll see you later?”
“Probably not.”
Michael took the bread and shut the door. He didn’t look to see if they left or not, the chances they stuck around were, in his view, astronomically low.
“Eli! CC! Do either of you want to eat some bread!?”
“What kind!?”
Michael looked down at the bread, it seemed ordinary. Not full of fruit or anything.
“Homemade plain!”
“Then no!”
Michael shrugged.
“Got it.”
He took the Bread out back and began picking apart pieces to toss into the yard. It was a waste, he knew, but none of them would eat it.