Snatching up a towel from the rack, you firmly wrapped it around your waist; making sure you were fully covered. Once you were properly dressed, you'd give Michael a huge piece of your mind - marking the killer down as a...as a complete and utter pervert...! Wasn't he better than that!? You two weren't even dating! You specifically told him to leave. With blushed cheeks you walked into the bedroom, flinging the door shut as you pondered what to wear. Eventually you came to a decision; pulling on your favourite clothes and drying your hair off naturally. When you were finally finished, you flounced out of your room, ready to give Michael a firm talking to.
But...where was he? You couldn't find him! He'd simply... disappeared. A frustrated growl came from you as you realised he must've bounced. Later. You'd scold him later. Right now, you wanted to regain some of your composure and re-associate yourself with reality. You wanted to clear your mind, especially since the horrors of Halloween. You were tired of being cooped in. So, after grabbing your bag and keys you left, inhaling the fresh winter air whilst you walked away from your apartment entirely. And so you did, heading towards a local town bar to unwind and listen to your favourite music; leaving the bar around 2am and barely being able to walk.
In fact you were a giggling, slowly swaying mess, still clutching one of the wine glasses from the bar. Where was your apartment? It was near Ali's...wasn't it? Were you even on the right street? None of these questions seemed to bother your intoxicated brain - your thoughts buzzing around like bemused butterflies. The only thing that made you jump was the hand that curled around your wrist and wrenched the wineglass out of your grasp; the glass shattering upon impact with the ground. "Wha-? Hey...why'd you do that?" Your words were slurred as Michael appeared from the shadows - extremely pissed off.
He grabbed your other hand and pushed you against a tree, silently demanding an explanation. "...I joined these random girls to get a drink...But now I think...I think I need to lie down." Your response was very vague - a slight giggle slipping through your lips.
Michael's grip on you tightened; the stalker disliking your sudden disappearance. Going out without telling him? Why hadn't you waited for his permission? Your shoulder may be healed, but you shouldn't be exerting yourself like this so soon. He didn't like what you'd done, not one bit. Without a word he pulled you by the hand, tugging you towards your apartment. A sudden spark of irritation flared within you, forcing you to resist and break free of his hold.
"Let go of me! What do my plans have to do with you, huh? I can do what I like!" You snapped in defence and rubbed your wrist, glaring at him. He glared back, already on-edge from your partying shenanigans.
"Besides, I'm still...I'm still...very fucking angry with you, Michael...! You-You...spied on me in the shower...so you have no room to give me orders!" You hissed with your teeth gritted - taking a stand right there and then.
The killer stared you down, hurt by how mad you were at him. But that hurt soon dissolved into a cold flame of fury, the masked male raging at your reckless thinking. He'd been frantically searching for you ever since he returned to your apartment, worrying that you'd gotten another fever or had tried to escape him. But instead you'd just gone out, spending time with other people instead of him. His obsession with you had already stretched its limit, his possessive personality wanting to punish your bad behaviour. You, however, ignored his rage and brushed past him - continuing your dazed walk home.
Michael stalked you from behind, sulking whilst he made sure to protect you from any danger. He even kept his distance inside, your anger keeping him in check. The male was greatly upset by your outburst towards him, knowing what he did was wrong. He'd disobeyed your demand, but he just couldn't help himself. You were just too infatuating to him. Once you'd gotten home you entered your room and grabbed your laptop, wanting to check your emails quickly before bed. A bunch of them were spam, a few of them were work-related, and the last of them were YouTube notifications.
Your head was very woozy after all the drinks, so you placed your head on your arms and drifted off to sleep - letting out an exhausted sigh. You felt Michael pick you up, the sudden body heat being soothing whilst you struggled to complain. "You're...still in... humongous... trouble..." You mumbled sleepily, your head resting against his muscular chest. He didn't respond, setting you down on the bed and removing his mask so he could kiss your forehead.
The night passed swiftly; your sleep being welcomed as the alcohol effect wore off. Rays of sunlight shone through your window to wake you up - the bright beams giving you heavy nausea. With a faint groan you staggered to the bathroom, feeling a surge of acid rise from your stomach. Your body wasn't meant to handle that much alcohol, that was for sure. Michael was stalking you like usual - but he was worried about you. You spent the next twenty minutes vomiting, your head bent over the toilet and your hands gripping the seat intently. Going out last night was a mistake...never again.
What did you even do? How did you get this drunk? More throwing up distracted you from your questions, lines of sweat trickling down your forehead. Ugh...Michael moved closer to you, bending down as he placed a cool hand over your forehead. The comforting coldness battled the heat and you let out a sigh of relief, thanking the killer in a trembling voice. Why was he keeping his distance today? It wasn't like him. Unless something happened last night...Did something happen between you two last night?! You were about to ask him but a soft knock at the door interceded, making you panic. The police!
"O-Oh shit, I...I still have to be interrogated! G-Go hide, Michael-!" You choked out feebly, wiping the saliva off your lips and stumbling to your feet. His eyes were clouded with concern, yet he gave a defeated nod and disappeared - probably to slip outside again.
Slowly making your way towards the hallway, you used the side of the wall as support whilst you also took a hesitant step in the direction of the door. The dizziness you felt after that one step was extreme, but once a second or two had passed you tried again - walking to the door. Though when you opened your apartment's front door, you got tackled into a hug, someone bursting into happy tears while they breathed out in relief. Thank Goodness, it wasn't the police just yet. It was just Ali.
"A-Ali—?" You faintly called her name and she broke down a little, regaining some of her composure as she carried on hugging you.
"Oh, (Y/n)! You're still okay...! The police said...the-the police said you were probably still in danger - y'know, because they hadn't caught the attacker yet - but you're...but you're not!" Alina nuzzled into your shoulder, cuddling the ever living hell out of you while she dissolved into more happy tears.
"I was worried about you two days ago too, Alina! You have no idea. It's such a relief just to see you!" Flinging your arms around your friend's body in return - you started to tear up also, both of you tremendously happy to see the other one alive. Thank goodness she was alright. The two of you hugged for a while on your apartment's front doorstep; not saying a word whilst you simply embraced each other.
After all, no words were needed. You and Alina were just happy that the other was alive. Although once a few minutes had passed, you broke away, your head beginning to pound due to the sudden daylight and the overwhelming rush of emotions. "So what happened to you? You look kind of woozy...Did you actually get attacked...?!" She fretted in a panic, holding your shoulders and worrying over you like some kind of anxious parent.
"Michael Myers? No...No! He didn't-I mean-It wasn't him. Gah, it's hard to explain. Come in, come in." You pulled her inside and shut the door, wondering how to explain. Should you tell her the lie that you fed the police officer yesterday? Yeah...Yeah. That was probably the best idea.
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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...
