Michael Myers x Tow Mater
It’s a cold and rainy night on October 18th. All the patients at Smith's Grove Warren County Sanitarium have just settled down to rest. All patients except one. Michael Myers’ thoughts are racing. Tomorrow will be his birthday.
‘Oh boy, tomorrow is my birthday!’ thought Michael excitedly, ‘I hope Dr. Loomis dies a gruesome, slow, and painful death! What a wonderful birthday surprise that shall be for me, Michael Myers, the birthday boy! ’
"Hey Michael…"
‘Who said that?’ though Michael tilting his head as he stares at the window of the door. There he sees the face of a lovely old woman. She is wearing her gray hair up in a bun and small wire frame glasses rest on her slightly arched nose.
"Pssss Michael! It’s me! The birthday fairy!" she sings.
‘Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy,' Michael Myers jumps up and down excitedly like a kid in a candy store.
"I am here to grant birthday wishes to my sweet boy, Michael."
Michael Myers squeals with joy. He knew exactly what he wanted.
‘Oh beautiful birthday fairy, I wish for three things. ’ Though Michael.
"Speak up, sonny. I can’t read your damn mind, oh beautiful baby boy."
Michael bows his head in apology and rushes to his bed to pull out a small piece of paper from underneath his pillow. On the paper was a small list of three things.
MICHAEL MYERS’ BIRTHDAY LIST
1. Dr. Loomis dies horrifically
2. To be free
3. A lover with an ass that don’t quit 💨🥴
Michael Myers bashfully hands over the paper to the Birthday Fairy through the bars of his cell. "Oh my goodness, Michael! What a wonderful list! Consider it done. Now rest your head, and when you wake up in the morning, all your wishes will come true.
When Michael woke up, he wasn’t in his cell and he was no longer wearing his clothes from Smith’s Grove but instead his old blue coveralls. ‘Where am I? Am I moving? ’
Michael sat up and saw that, yes, he was indeed moving. He’s in the passenger seat of a vehicle. When he looked over to see who was driving, it was to his horror to find out that there was nobody there in the driver's seat. The only thing that sat in the driver's seat was his old white mask that he’d taken off before bed. It was the only thing he was allowed to have in his cell at Smith’s Grove. He grabbed it and slipped it on.
"Rise ‘n shine birthday boy!" Cries out a voice with an accent straight out of the back woods.
"Well shoot sorry there buddy I done forgot to introduce myself. I’m Tow Mater. We've got a lot to do today! We’ll be at our destination in less than a minute."
They pull up to a red light, and low and behold, there was Dr. Loomis crossing the road.
"Happy birthday Michael!" cried out Tow Mater as he gunned it for the oblivious doctor. Crash. Loomis is reduced to roadkill.
"Wanna hit up Golden Corral?"
"Yes, my copper king."
Michael had spent the last 15 years in total silence until that moment.
"Woah, you sound like a thousand angels singing from up above."
While at the Golden Corral, Michael Myers bonds with Tow Mater.
"…and that’s how my bestest friend in the whole wide world won the piston cup!"
Michael Myers applauds his new friend’s story. Mater smiles widely at Michael.
"Thank you, thank you."
Michael stops his clapping.
"Anyone ever told you that you’re cute?" Mater asks sheepishly.
Michael answers Mater with a shake of the head, "No."
"What a shame. Anyways, Michael, let’s head out. "
When Mater and Michael were back on the road, there was nothing but silence.
"I hope I didn’t offend you with what I said back there." Mater said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"No…" Michael said, almost inaudibly, "…I think you’re cute too. "
"Aw shoot! Why thank you."
Michael gives out a grunt in response.
They pulled up into a park. Not a single person was in sight. Mater and Michael had the park to themselves. Michael steps out of Mater and walks to the front of the truck to face him. He has a seat in the dew covered grass and pulls off his mask.
"God you’re gorgeous, Michael."
Michael felt his cheeks grow red. Michael didn’t know what to say.
Mater drives a little closer to Michael and the two lock lips.
Michael can taste Dr. Loomis’ blood still on Mater’s lips. The two remain lip-locked in a heated passionate kiss until something unexpected happens.
POW
"Oops, sorry I backfired a little." Mater says bashfully.
"Don’t apologize." Michael tells him, placing a finger on his lips to slush him, "I’ve always wanted a lover with an ass that doesn’t quit."
Mater backfires again. He moans a little.
"I want you to tow on my truck till I Mater." Mater says lustfully, as he playfully bites the finger being used to sush him.
After many hours of passionate love making in the park, the two finally wear out.
"God, you’re good." Huffs Mater as a naked Michael Myers falls back into the grass below. The two rest there for a few minutes in peace until sirens interrupt them.
"We have you surrounded. Put your hands up."
Out come several cops from every angle, all armed with guns.
"Oh no…" cried Mater.
Michael quickly remasks himself and stands up with both his hands and penis in the air. Officers closed in on them and swiftly apprehended Michael.
"You have the right to remain silent and anything you say can and will be used against you."
One year later…
Michael has fallen back into silence ever since his reincarceration the previous year on his birthday. He had been given word that Mater was sentenced to the car crusher for the murder of Dr. Loomis. Today would have been their one year anniversary. His birthday was so amazing last year, but he supposes that this year’s will have to be just as lonely as all the ones before.
"Hey Michael, you’ve got a phone call," says one of the guards.
They take him to the phone, and he holds it to his ear.
"Happy birthday, darlin’."
Tears welled up behind his mask. He was glad the guards couldn’t see his face from behind his mask.
"I’ll be seeing you real soon. Hang in there. "
And just like that, Mater was gone. It was a short reunion, but Michael didn’t care because he knew his Tow Mater was coming for him.
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