"I er...maybe this isn't the right time." Gabby stopped in her tracks and grew hesitant about the topic; making you feel worried. Something must've happened to your mom if your friend kept avoiding the subject.
"This is the perfect time. Besides, you promised me." You folded your arms and waited, Michael annoyed on your behalf. In fact he was so irritated he strode forwards and slammed Gabby into the wall, holding her there whilst she squirmed.
"Michael! Let her go! That's not a nice way to behave!" You scolded him seriously.
"Yeah! What makes you think I'll tell her if you're pinning me against a wall?" Gabby glared at Michael with venom, causing him to tighten his grip.
"Michael please. A-As my boyfriend, you should know Gabby isn't a threat." You stuttered a bit whilst sweet-talking - trying to distract his anger.
It worked; Michael being extremely excited to be titled as your boyfriend. He relaxed his hold on Gabby and moved over to you, giving you a overwhelming hug and nuzzling into your shoulder. Thank goodness you got him to calm down - who knows what would've happened if he'd gotten more aggravated by Gabby. You halfheartedly wished she'd tread lightly around him, but the feisty girl was too hotheaded for such things.
"Thank you." Gabby stiffly spoke, rubbing her shoulders and trying not to lose her temper.
"Can you just tell me? C'mon Gabs." You wearily pleaded.
"It's just...it's not good news. (Y/n)...your mom's in the hospital." Gabby confessed unhappily, afraid of your reaction.
"W-What-?! No...No, it can't be! Why is she in the hospital? Did you hurt her?" Your lay panicked question was directed at Michael, who gave a quick shake of the head. Was he lying?
"She...She's gone into a catatonic state. The doctors are saying it's shock from your supposed death. Oh (Y/n), I tried to comfort her - but she wouldn't respond to me." Gabby's voice shook as she told you, her tone laced with misery.
"I...I can't believe this. I...I have to see her. I have to see her right now!" You shook your head in anguish before running out of the room; snatching up your jacket and bag.
"(Y/n) wait! Don't you think you should wait until tomorrow?" Gabby called from behind you - true concern coming from her tone.
"Wait until tomorrow? Why in God's name would I wait until tomorrow? My mom thinks I'm dead and she's gone catatonic! There's no time to waste!" You responded loudly.
"I know but...think of it this way: if you show up then the shock will multiply - causing her to freak out further. You might never get her back. Why not wait until the police have spoken to her? You can rest up and maybe she'll recover by tomorrow." Gabby planned, acting grave whilst she tried to change your mind.
"Every second she spends alone is a second closer she is to being completely unresponsive. I can't wait until tomorrow, I'll go nuts with worry. Michael, you coming?" You roughly replied, ignoring her remark and deciding to go ahead.
"I know I can't change your mind. But whatever happens...just try and keep a level head." Gabby advised quietly.
"I'll see you later. C'mon, let's go." You took Michael's hand and hurried towards the door, too caught up in your worry.
Once you both approached your car you rifled through your bag and dug out your car keys; determined to go to the hospital. You couldn't leave your mother in such a dangerous condition, you just couldn't! Who knows if she'll recover from this? There's no way you were going to leave her like that when she needed you the most. A surprised look flickered across your face as Michael took the car keys away from you, shaking his head suddenly.
"Michael, give me the car keys! This is no time for games!" You demanded aggressively, hurt when he held them high above your head.
"Stop being a jerk! We have to go see my mom! I know you and her have your differences, but this is dumb!" You crossly complained. He shook his head again sternly, pointing to the passenger seat of the car. Wha-huh? He wanted to drive? How come?
"I am in perfect condition to drive! We're wasting time here!" You growled in frustration, trying to jump for your keys.
Michael kept them out of your reach, a sympathetic look crossing his features. He knew you were desperate to see your mother; but he could see your shaking body, sense your erratic emotions and predict the panic you were feeling. You couldn't drive in such an unstable state. Besides, how hard could driving be? He'd watched his mom drive him from detentions and such when he was younger - plus he had stalked all sorts of cars from his cell window.
"Do you even have driving experience?" Your dry question made him secretly amused, but he gave a dishonest nod as a yes - causing you to be doubtful.
"Who taught you?" You incredulously inquired, expecting a response. Oh yeah, the whole 'mute' thing. Actually, you could ask questions later - right now you didn't have the time!
"You know what? It doesn't matter. So fine, you drive. Can we just leave now? Please?" You gave in with a sigh and your stalker nodded, opening the driver door. You slid into the passenger seat and clipped the seatbelt across your shoulder, impatiently waiting for Michael to start the car.
"You don't know how to drive?!" You exploded with a high-pitched voice, clutching your hair in anguish. He rolled his eyes, twisting the key and revving the car up. Oh god...He wasn't going to actually try and drive...was he?
The sudden jerky movement answered your question, a gasp slipping from your lips as the car jolted forwards. Great. He'd forced the vehicle to bump against a tree. This was no time for a driving lesson! You'd just have to take-The serial killer tilted the wheel and moved the car onto the road, quickly picking up the feel for the clutch and pedals. Was he a quick learner or just a lucky beginner? Huh.
"Wait! Take a left, the hospital is that way!" You interceded, pointing the opposite way Michael was going.
If you were going to let him drive you at least had to make sure he was going the right way. Ten minutes passed, you growing tense whilst you continued to guide him. Well...it was sort of guiding. You kind of flailed around and pointed towards the right direction. You wouldn't even know the correct path if it wasn't for the map of Haddonfield you kept in your bag at all times. You knew it would come in handy again.
Eventually Michael pulled up into the hospital's parking lot and clumsily steered the car into a parking spot; the vehicle screeching to a halt. Jesus Christ...what a rocky ride. At least he managed not to crash your car. And hey, he did deliver you to the hospital in one piece. You unclipped your seatbelt and took a deep breath, regaining your composure as relief flooded in.
"Thanks Michael. You did a good job." You spoke softly, kissing his mask's cheek.
Something clicked inside of the killer once you'd done that - the stalker grasping your hand loosely. What was he-? It was just like your dream, Michael pushing his mask up and pressing his lips against your hand; sending a sweet tingle to shoot through your arm. It made you crack a smile, temporarily forgetting about your situation. Michael had as well, caressing your skin whilst he left a trail of tender kisses up your arm.
"Michael...I have to go see my mom." You feebly protested. He snuggled into your neck, retrieving his control a second later as his breathing grew more ragged. Guess he had trouble containing his lustful love for you.
"You stay here. I don't want you to get caught, okay?" You stroked the side of his mask after he'd pulled it back down, trying to be calming.
Michael didn't want to stay, but he reluctantly agreed - giving you another adoring hug before you stepped out of the car. You raised your hand and gave him a shy wave, turning your attention to the dismal-looking hospital ahead of you. It wasn't decaying or anything...it just didn't look very welcoming. Gloom washed across your expression whilst you wandered up to the main desk, forcing yourself to stay calm.
Time to see your mom.
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His Girl - Michael Myers x Reader {Rewrite}
Fanfiction[THIS GOT REWRITTEN] [QUICK NOTE: I took inspiration from Halloween (2007) {The Remake} , partly because this Michael seemed to talk more (at least when he was a kid). Plus the plot was a lot more interesting than the original (in my opinion please...