"Y'know, you really should eat something, (Y/n)..." Alina commented with a troubled tone; your blonde friend staring at you with a worried expression and trying her best to convince you while the both of you sat down at her kitchen table. "It's not good for you to skip out on breakfast. It's one of the most important meals of the day, after all."
"I know, I know..." You tiredly gave in, beginning to eat again and regain some energy. "I guess I'm just feeling anxious. I mean, who knows what this Dr. Loomis guy is like?"
"He'll be fine." Ali warmly reassured you, finishing her breakfast first before giving you a gentle hug. "Besides, he was pleasant enough on the phone, wasn't he?"
"Well, yeah...But..." You trailed off unsurely, thinking back to yesterday's phone call and remembering how polite he seemed to be.
"Exactly...!" She supportively spoke, cleaning the dishes again and then placing them back into the correct cupboard. "All you've got to do is stay calm and ask whatever's on your mind. Then I'm sure he'll be willing to share more information with you."
"You really think so...?" You asked uncertainly, feeling extremely on-edge.
"Think of it this way; it's simply two people meeting up to discuss something that took place fifteen years ago. That's all." Ali summarised soothingly.
"I suppose you're right." You decided at last, seeing things from her point of view and relaxing. "Anyway, it's not as if he's going to act like a complete and utter jerk."
"Yeah! All you're doing is regaining some childhood memories and figuring out why your return is such a big deal to the townsfolk." Alina added, sitting back down at the table while still trying her best to comfort you.
Before you could carry on chatting however, your phone suddenly pinged; indicating that you'd received a text message from somebody. But even after unlocking your phone and clicking on the notification, you already knew who it was from - your body stiffening up as you bit your lip with anxiety. Dr. Loomis. It's not like he was being rude, or coldhearted, or mean; the child psychologist was merely informing you that he'd only now arrived at the local cafe. Of course, this also meant that he was waiting for you. So, after you'd sent him a respectful reply in return; you gave Alina a rushed goodbye and hurriedly left her apartment, stressing out yet again.
But when walking through the casual streets of Haddonfield, you started to receive constant questions and continuous calls from the multiple crowds of the public; causing you to feel more and more flustered by the minute. And on top of that, Ali wasn't around to stop them from relentlessly pestering you. Well...Taking a deep breath, you faked confidence and came up with an excuse right on the spot; bluntly moving through the people and pretending to be assertive. It wasn't easy - especially because you were an introvert - but eventually, you managed to ignore their unruly behaviour, trying your hardest to just enter the cafe with a well-mannered expression.
That's when you saw him; a blue-eyed male with a light-grey coloured beard and hair. He was dressed in a black-sweater and denim jeans, his facial features looking relatively serious whilst he sipped his coffee and looked down at what seemed like the town's most recent newspaper. "Dr. Loomis...?" You called in a tiny, timid tone of voice - now feeling tremendously shy.
Suddenly glancing up, his stern look instantly cleared; the elderly man shooting you an incredibly warm smile while he stood up and held out his hand. "Ah, (Y/n). What a pleasure it is to finally meet up you again." Dr. Loomis greeted pleasantly, his personality calming you down considerably as the two of you both shook hands.
"Oh, um, likewise...!" You shyly replied, flashing him a smile back and attempting to sound moderately civil yourself.
"Come now, there's no need to feel so nervous. We've met once before, have we not?" He chuckled in amusement, gesturing towards the seat opposite him before sitting down again and clasping his hands together.
"Ahaha, I guess so..." You bashfully agreed, brushing a few strands of stray hair back behind your ear and managing to regain some composure.
"Precisely. So then," Clearing his throat, Dr. Loomis's expression switched into a more stern one; the child psychologist bringing out many different files and folders. "What would you like to know first about Haddonfield? Or rather, it's unusually dark history."
"Well um...Maybe when everything first started going downhill...?" You inquired nervously, taking a deep breath and looking down at the very first file you laid eyes on. "Perhaps you could tell me about the patient in your book. You know...this one...?"
"Ah, yes. The Infamous Michael Myers Case." Dr. Loomis brought up in a solemn manner, his eyes travelling over to the same folder you were quizzically gazing at. "I remember when the two of you played together at Haddonfield Elementary."
"I...I'm afraid I don't quite understand..." You uncomfortably responded, fidgeting a little bit due to your silent anxiety. "If we were friends, how could friendship possibly lead to...to all of this...!?"
"It's because you were both friends. That's what led to Michael's...unstable character traits." Dr. Loomis explained with a strained smile, clearly finding the past to be somewhat embarrassing.
"But it says here that this Michael boy and I were both just "friends". Nothing more, nothing less." You mused thoughtfully, flipping through all of his files and folders.
"Well...While I'm not really supposed to show recorded sessions - or share a patient's private information - I do have some confidential conferences that will help clear up what's been going on." Dr. Loomis unhappily informed; pulling out what looked like an incredibly expensive tablet.
"You...do...?" You repeated curiously, tilting your head to the side as you watched him switch on the tablet. "But why would they be saved here...? Why not write them down, or...or even keep a note of them...?"
"Please, allow me to show you." With a sorrowful sigh, Dr. Loomis clicked Play on his device; showing himself and the young child sitting in the middle of a room.
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"Could I ask you something?" A familiar-sounding boy probed innocently - sitting opposite Dr. Loomis while he asked said question.
"You can ask me whatever you want." The white-haired man affectionately decided, "That's why I'm here. If you have anything on your mind, feel free— anything."
"Okay. When can I see (Y/n)?" Michael questioned with an unhappy expression, the child psychologist wondering how to answer him after sighing.
"Tell me, Michael, what do you remember about...that night. Halloween...?" Trying to change topics, Dr. Loomis attempted to switch the subject - wanting to know if Michael was a cold-hearted murderer, or if he'd just had a mental meltdown.
"What do you mean...? Like my costume or my candy...?" Michael frowned, acting innocent. Whether or not innocence was his true nature, that was the thing that Dr. Loomis was still trying to figure out.
"You remember nothing about getting a knife...?" He tested him calmly, surprised by the young lad's reply whilst he kept on being kind to the blonde-haired boy.
"I didn't do that. I was spending time with (Y/n)." Michael smiled at the subject of his one and only best friend, the child psychologist realising that the conversation had once again turned back to (Y/n).
"Oh...okay." Dr. Loomis chuckled confusedly, wanting to get to the bottom of things. "But you were covered in blood. Whose blood was it...?"
"I don't know. I told you, I was with (Y/n)." Michael shrugged unhelpfully, hugging either side of his arms and swinging his legs as he continued this strange conversation.
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His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {NEW Rewrite (2022)}
Fanfiction[THIS GOT RE-REWRITTEN (2022)] [QUICK NOTE: I took inspiration from Halloween (2007) {The Remake} , partly because this Michael seemed to talk more (at least when he was younger). Plus the plot was a lot more interesting than the original (in my opi...
