Michael Myers In Space -

Elena has lured Michael into the bay. She’s in a patched EVA suit. Michael has no suit.

Michael turned. The white mask—the original mask, somehow preserved and placed on his face for the transport—stared back. It was a visage of absolute nothingness.

Michael is sucked toward the open door. He grabs her ankle. She stabs his wrist with a sharpened metal shard. He lets go—not from pain, but from choice? He stares at her as he drifts into the black, spinning slowly. No scream. No explosion. Just… gone.

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