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IT’S BEEN LITERAL YEARS SINCE HER DEATH, AND MICHAEL STILL WINCES AT HED DEADPAN WORDS. Sure, he hadn’t actually done anything to kill her (— other than be another Afton kid, who would eventually go on to join his dad’s work, though that’s a whole other story —) but the kicked-puppy look of guilt won’t leave his face as he replies awkwardly:

“You could try being anything else, y’know. Get creative! Be dead AND dress up. Halloween only comes once a year, Cass. Uh… There’s bound to be some white tablecloth or something lying around back here.” Leaning back on his chair, taking a moment to slurp emphatically on his soda, Michael glances vaguely from side to side in the office. Nothing jumps out immediately, but he’ll improvise. “You could at least go as a stereotypical ghost. Something fun.”

"this year for halloween, i'm going to be dead."

"just like every other year."