"It was Dr. Loomis. It was him the whole time. See, I only got back here yesterday - and once I talked to a police officer, I went out...I went out to drink. But the thing is, I got a little overexcited with it, and—"
"—You're hungover...aren't you...?" Her dry response made you embarrassed; your head hanging towards the floor.
"Yeah..." You mumbled awkwardly.
"It's okay, I know what to do. You need to take some aspirin." Ali took your hand and guided you to the bathroom, searching the cabinet for some tablets. "Wait...Hold up. It wasn't Michael Myers that was after you?" She spun back around as she held a small bottle in her hand - her expression one of surprise.
"Nope. After you went to find Lindsey, Dr. Loomis grabbed Laurie - abducting us both. He took us into the basement of the Myers' house and explained that he was the one that let Michael out. Michael isn't in Haddonfield - Dr. Loomis just made that up. His plan was to kill both of us for his new book and then use Michael as a scapegoat." You lied dramatically, taking the tablets with a bit of water and swallowing them down.
"Wow...That's just...wow. To think he'd do something like that just for some more fame. That's so wrong, on so many levels." The blonde wrinkled her nose up in disdain; folding her arms and glaring.
"I know. Loomis was completely insane. He even made me watch Laurie die - it was horrible." You shivered as you kept the false story going - feeling a surge of guilt.
"I'm so sorry, it sounds absolutely terrible. I wish you didn't have to go through that, (Y/n)." Ali gave you another hug, but this one was softer than the first; wanting nothing more than to comfort you.
"And now...now the police are coming to question me today. I'm so scared, I just want to go and hide." You dissolved into soft sobs whilst you tried to stay strong - Ali's face shimmering with sympathy.
"Hey, it'll be alright. Please don't cry, (Y/n), all they want to do is get their facts correct. Soon this ordeal will be all over. Anyway, your parents are coming to visit today, aren't they...?" She comforted, clasping your hands with hers and giving them a sweet squeeze.
"T-Thanks Ali. I think I really did drink too much last night, because I threw up this morning." You unhappily whispered.
"Those tablets will work in a few minutes, then you won't feel nauseous anymore. And about the interrogation...well, I'll be right by your side, so you don't need to worry, 'kay?" She promised, ripping some toilet paper off of the roll and drying your eyes with it.
"I'm glad you're alive." You told her tearfully, making a smile spread across her face.
"I'm glad you're alive too." Alina replied lightheartedly. A sharp knock at the door made you tense up - knowing that this time, the police were at the door.
Your best friend entwined her fingers with yours and pulled you towards the hallway, her support giving you courage. "I know you can do this, (Y/n). They just want to ask you a few questions, get some statements and check you over medically-wise. That's all they want." She quietly spoke, patting your shoulder.
With an agreeing nod, you opened the door and forced a polite smile; your stomach doing several backflips when you saw three police officers and a paramedic in front of you. "P-Please come in." You timidly gestured towards the hallway, the four people stepping inside.
You recognised one of the police officers as Lucy Hayward, the police woman flashing you a helpful smile as she passed by you. "Let's go into the kitchen, shall we?" Officer Hayward suggested in a pleasant tone, trying to pacify the tense atmosphere between everyone.
"Ms (L/n), if I could get a look at your shoulder injuries-" The paramedic spoke up, placing a hand on your shoulder gently.
"Oh, of course. Ali, would you mind—"
"I'm on it. Right this way...Would anyone like a drink?" Alina cut you off and read your mind all at once, going into the kitchen first.
You followed and sat yourself down on one of the chairs - letting the paramedic take a look at your slightly-injured shoulder. "Hmm...there doesn't seem to be any infections...it's still a bit bruised though. The bruising should disappear within a week or two, along with those scars. Is there anywhere else that's hurting, Miss?" He inquired sensibly, waiting for your answer.
"Oh, um...No, I don't think so. It was just my shoulder." You clarified shyly.
"Alrighty. She's fine, minor injuries that will heal up nice and fast. My job is done here." The paramedic turned to the police and told them the results, one of them nodding.
"Miss (L/n), if we could start." The male police officer coughed to get your attention, the tension in the room thickening once more.
"Yes, of course." You dipped your head timidly, your nerves making you act even more polite than usual.
"Would you mind telling us what happened? With as many details as possible, 100% honesty and no untruths." The second police woman stared at you with serious eyes, her sharp cheekbones making her stance even more stern.
From that point forth you fabricated the fakest story you've ever told, using quivers and tears to add to the lies. Lucy was writing it all down - probably so the police had a document on the whole thing. Alina held your hand the whole time, being comforting as she made sure you were okay. You seemed to be a natural-born liar, your lips spreading more and more untruths about Dr. Loomis than anything else. You told everyone that he only wanted to cash in on the blood of this town, and that he came back to claim more fame. He was delusional; demented; utterly deranged. Michael Myers may have "escaped" Smith's Grove Sanitarium, but he certainly wasn't in Haddonfield.
With tear-filled eyes, you talked about Laurie and explained that she was dead. Then you finished with the whole 'he-must've-tried-to-frame-Michael-with-his-own-suicide' fib, the police hanging onto your every word. "Why did Dr. Loomis kill Laurie? Do you know?" The second police woman had softened up a bit since your teary expressions, but hey, she just took her job very seriously.
"He-He killed her because...because he wanted to write another book. He wanted more fame and money from the horrible incident that took place fifteen years ago. A-And he would've killed me too, if I hadn't escaped." You exclaimed, dissolving into distressed tears.
"How did you escape?" The police man inquired.
"After he stabbed Laurie I made a run for it - we were in Myers basement you see. I used some broken glass to cut open the metal gate and wriggle through. T-Then Loomis chased me into the street. I thought...I thought he'd given up on me, but I guess he chose suicide instead of pursuing me." You brokenly answered, shaking intently.
"How many questions are left? I don't think she can handle much more of this." Alina spoke to them in a low voice, her hand wrapped soothingly around your shoulder.
"Just one more question Miss (L/n)." The police woman finished the cup of coffee that your friend had made her and folded her arms, her gaze intense.
"O-Of course." You nodded in agreement.
"If Michael Myers wasn't the one that committed this crime and Dr. Loomis was, then where's Michael?" Her last question caused your mind to freeze; not knowing how to answer.
"Surely if he were to be used as a scapegoat, he must be somewhere close." Lucy chipped in cleverly.
"No! I mean...No. When we were kids, Michael always talked about wanting to live in...Maine." You frantically tried to lead them on a fake trail, pleased when you came up with Maine. It was from the horror movie "IT". Although Derry wasn't a real place, Maine was, and you could use that to your advantage.
"Maine?" The police man echoed your answer and you nodded, wiping your eyes with a tissue.
"He loved the movie IT. He wanted to live in Maine because of the Losers Club. Plus, he hated his family here - he wanted to get away." You rushed your response a little fast, but they seemed to buy it - making you sigh internally. Phew...the interrogation seemed to be over...
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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...
