"Well, I-...It does make sense." You sighed in despair, Dr. Loomis's terrifying information scaring you more than you could possibly imagine. "In a twisted sort of way. But I just don't get it...Why would he do all of this...? Just for me...?"
"Because he loved you." Dr. Loomis honestly answered, his tone overflowing with a mixture of sorrow and awkwardness. "Michael loved you so, so much, that he couldn't stop thinking about you. His overwhelming obsession was unparalleled. It was...It was unbelievable. Even his mother was surprised."
"Why was she so surprised...? Didn't she spend enough time with her own son to recognise his usual thought process...? Or even just how he currently felt...? Didn't anyone - but myself - spend any time with this "Michael Myers"...?" You questioned suspiciously, taking a deep breath while trying to push down your stressed-out thoughts.
"Unfortunately not." Shooting you a sad smile, the child psychologist softly shook his head and paused for a moment - almost like he was wondering how to continue. "From what little information I received from Deborah - aka, Miss Myers - she told me that her son was extremely secluded. That he was genuinely quiet by nature. Well, unless someone spoke to him first - or needed him for something specifically."
"But if that was the case, how could he like me so much then...?" You anxiously asked, biting your lip before feeling your fear rise yet again. "If...If this little boy was this reclusive and this reserved, how could he be so...so open, and...and honest with me...?"
"Because you were his first friend." Dr. Loomis quietly reminded you, taking another sip of his coffee as he sighed this time around. "Every single day I spent talking with him, he'd tell me; how sweet you were, how kind you were, how lovely you were, how beautiful you were...how caring, how smart...The compliments...They never ever stopped. Almost every conversation or topic we discussed during my daily therapy sessions with him swivelled back to...well, to you."
"M-Me...!?" You blurted out in surprise, taken aback by his haunting confession and solemn expression. "But-But he knew me for barely a week...! Besides, if I never ever visited him, then how was it that he thought so highly of me...!? That doesn't even make any sense...!"
"I'm afraid I can't answer that, because I honestly don't know. What I do know is what information I've gained over the past fifteen years, and what I've learnt about Michael due to my interactions with him." The grey-haired male confessed calmly, placing his coffee cup back down on the table as he spoke with nothing but sincerity.
"Alright then...Answer me this..." You bravely demanded, clearing your throat and wanting to gain some reassurance about your safety. "Tell me Michael's whereabouts. Tell me whether or not I'm in harm's way. If Haddonfield really is a dangerous place for me to be living in at the moment."
Dr. Loomis was silent for a minute or two, clearly considering your request whilst he mulled things over in his head. Once he'd come to a final conclusion, he dipped his head and nodded, obviously sensing that you needed closure about this whole subject. "Michael is currently being kept in the care of Smith's Grove Sanitarium, in Warren County. He's been permanently incarcerated. So I wouldn't worry about your safety, (Y/n). Michael won't be leaving Smith's Grove anytime soon. Not when he's got himself a life sentence."
"A life's...sentence...?" You timidly echoed, hugging the sides of your arms while you battled multiple layers of discomfort.
"Mmhm. But I can assure you, Smith's Grove Sanitarium have tremendously talented members of staff. So, even if a patient did escape their room, one of the employees there would catch them. Immediately." Dr. Loomis promised truthfully, his response relaxing you a little and giving you some relief.
"All that aside, I assume there's nothing more you'd like to discuss with me...?" He pleasantly concluded, wrapping up the conversation as he patiently awaited your answer.
"No thank you." You responded politely, thinking back towards what you and him had previously talked about. "I think I've pretty much learnt everything I really needed to. About my past, I mean."
"Would you like me to walk you out...?" The child psychologist volunteered, his kind offer causing you to send him a soft smile and respectfully refuse. "Well then, it was a pleasure to meet you, (Y/n). I hope that this morning wasn't too stressful for you."
"It was a pleasure to meet you too! Thanks a lot for all of your insight, and for helping me learn more about what took place fifteen years ago." You lightly thanked, gratitude flowing from your tone whilst you stood up and pulled your bag's strap over your shoulder.
"Feel free to call - or message - me anytime. In fact, here's my personal number." Scribbling down his actual number instead of his business one, Dr. Loomis passed a piece of paper to you and traded numbers - you copying his actions before doing the same.
"That is very much appreciated." You commented bashfully, bidding goodbye to him a second or two later and leaving the establishment altogether.
It felt oddly strange; to leave the cafe and enter the real world again, especially since you were only just starting to learn about your past again. Perhaps you should go back and learn some more...? No...No, you were right to head back to your apartment. Not only that, but the people of Haddonfield were still ogling at the sight of you. It was unbelievably frustrating. Even the little kids. It was like their parents had told them the stupid story. Still though, however, you swallowed your annoyance and continued the walk home; worried about what Ali would think when you got home. She'd most likely either blow her fuse or freak out.
Suddenly, you bumped into someone while in mid-thought; not paying attention as you collided with them almost straight away. "I-I'm so sorry-!" You apologised at once, guilt and humiliation washing over your face whilst climbing to your feet and going to help them up. "Totally my fault."
The girl you'd accidentally knocked over had brown-to-blonde hair and sharp blue eyes, her revealing outfit being soaked in iced coffee. "Are you fucking kidding me!? My Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew!" She complained furiously, snatching her empty Starbucks cup off the ground and scolding you.
"I really am sorry, I was totally spacing out and is one-hundred percent my fault—"
"You bet it was your fucking fault! Now I have to change and grab a new drink! Ugh, thanks a fucking LOT!" She sulkily growled.
"Jeez, it was an accident! And I apologised!" You retaliated in anger, feeling hounded and attacked. Maybe you'd bumped into her - but couldn't she see that you didn't do it on purpose!?
"Well look where you're going next time, skank!" The girl spat at you before storming off, her head held high. What a bitch.
Gritting your teeth, you crossed the street and continued walking back to the apartment building; trying to contain your bitterness. She was just a...just a snob, that's all. Nothing more, nothing less. You'd just return home and call Alina. She'd probably want to know what had happened between you and Dr. Loomis. Then again...you should probably go with blurred honesty and only spill parts of the truth. And about that bitch on the street...You should just skip over her entirely. So you made your way back, feeling paranoid when a flash of white caught your attention and you thought you saw something. But when you went back to double-check, there was nothing there. Huh. What a day.
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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...
