"You look like you slept a little bit better." Alina lightly commented, munching on her breakfast whilst you both ate at your kitchen table. "You did, didn't you...?"
"I-It doesn't matter how I slept. How about you...? How'd you sleep...?" You replied hesitantly, stifling a yawn and picking at your food.
"Mmm...I dreamt of a boiler room. It had a guy...in a Christmas sweater..." The blonde mused with a strange expression, her explanation making you think back and feel concerned.
"I slept alright. How about you, Mom?"
"Oh, just fine, thanks darling. Though I did dream of a guy in a Christmas sweater. Perhaps that's a sign Christmas is coming early, hey?"
"Haha, maybe."
Perhaps it was simply a coincidence...? Well, whatever it was, it was some coincidence.
"Are you okay, Ali...?" You wondered in a troubled tone, finishing your breakfast before washing up your plate and glass. "I mean, if you'd like to vent some more about your previous nightmare, I'd be more than happy to listen, and besides—"
Before you could continue, three sharp knocks sounded at your apartment's front door; interrupting your conversation and causing you to jump instead. "Don't worry, I'll get it." You told Ali casually, heading towards the hallway and unlocking the door. "Can I help you...?"
"(Y/n), we need to talk." Dr. Loomis spoke to you in a serious voice, clearing his throat whilst stepping into said apartment without permission. "It's about your situation."
"My...situation...?" You awkwardly repeated, watching him enter your home and wondering what Alina would think. "What do you mean, exactly...? Is everything alright...?"
"Who's this...?" Your friend questioned curiously, frowning in confusion as she appeared behind you.
"There's no time for intimate introductions, I'm afraid. (Y/n), you're in danger." Dr. Loomis interrupted the short greeting session and stood still; his gaze stern.
"Wha—? Why me...!?" You were so taken aback by his direct remark that you were stuck to the spot - stunned.
"One of my former patients - Michael Myers - broke out of Smith's Grove this morning. I know, I know, it should be impossible for someone to escape. I'm not sure how he did it. Christ, I'm almost impressed. But what I do know without a doubt is that he's on his way to Haddonfield." Dr. Loomis gravely responded, acting like this was life-or-death.
"You mean the murderer who didn't receive parole escaped the sanitarium!?" Alina gasped in shock, hugging her arms and looking worried on your behalf.
"But why am I in danger...!? I haven't done anything in particular to get Michael Myers after me. Anything!" You pointed out with frustration; your confusion increasing by every passing second.
"Yes, you did." The child psychologist sadly smiled, shaking his head and disagreeing with you. "Yes, you did."
"Then what did I do...?" You asked defensively, tilting your head to the side whilst sending Dr. Loomis a puzzled glance; wanting some honest answers. "What did I do that was SO important towards him that made him want to break out and see me again...?"
"You were his first friend." Dr. Loomis quietly reminded, shifting your memory back to the files on the coffee table and making you feel oddly guilty for some unknown reason.
"If we were friends, how could friendship possibly led to...to all of this...!?"
"It's because you were both friends. That's what lead to Michael's...unstable character traits."
"But it says here that this Michael boy and I were both just "friends". Nothing more, nothing less."
"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."
"You...do...?" "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."
"Could I ask you something?"
"You can ask me whatever you want."
"Okay. When can I see (Y/n)?"
"Tell me, Michael, what do you remember about...that night. Halloween...?"
"What do you mean...? Like my costume or my candy...?"
"You remember nothing about getting a knife...?"
"I didn't do that. I was spending time with (Y/n)."
"Oh...okay." "But you were covered in blood. Whose blood was it...?"
"I don't know. I told you, I was with (Y/n)."
"Was this the bad friend my Aunt and Mom described to me a year or two ago during my time living at her house...?" You quizzed with narrowed eyes, staring him down firmly.
"You would be correct. You were Michael's best friend - someone he obsessed over and fawned over every second of every day." The older male told you honestly; his blue eyes hardening at the very question. "Every time we started a session he'd bring you up."
"Was he...crushing on (Y/n), or something...?" Alina theorised with bewilderment, her face also stunned by this point.
"He was...infatuated with her...and that's why she's in danger now." Dr. Loomis grimly stated, directing his final piece of information towards you and sending shivers down your spine.
"What...What does he want from me...?" You worriedly wondered, genuinely frightened while you waited for his response.
"I...I'm afraid I don't know. He could be trying to kill you, or he could be trying to reconnect. But one thing is for sure," The child psychologist paused for a moment, acting somewhat dramatic as he released a sigh. "-you're not safe here anymore."
"Well...Well, how do you know he's after me, huh?" You coldly pushed, folding your arms before flicking your head to the side and huffing. "For all we know, Michael could've broken out to reconnect with somebody else. Maybe...Maybe another friend...?"
"Unlikely. Allow me to show you what I mean." Dr. Loomis answered uneasily, not replying at first whilst he reached into his pocket and pulling something out.
A stack of photos and pieces of paper, held together by an elastic band. What the...? He held them out towards you - indicating for you to take them as his expression became emotionless. Curious, you took them all; shocked by what you were seeing. The pieces of paper were drawings; each one being a messy sketch of a stick figure girl with (h/c) and (e/c) eyes. Was that meant to be you...? It was probably meant to be you. The photographs were a lot creepier - your name being carved into some hospital walls over and over again. But your name hadn't just been carved, like some sick romance. No...No, your name had been carved with different types of blood.
"Oh My God." Alina murmured in horror, glancing down at said pictures and losing her previous lightheartedness.
"W-What is this...?" You choked out, stunned by the creepy artwork and the weird photos.
"It's obsession, (Y/n). You're his obsession."
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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...
