Hi There Can I Please Request A Protective Pyramid Head Who Is Training You To Defend Yourself In Silent

Hi there 🖤 can I please request a protective Pyramid Head who is training you to defend yourself in Silent Hill and is impressed when he sees you fight? Thank you! xx

Pyramid Head had been acting a little stranger than normal for a few weeks. He followed you closer, jumped in front of you whenever even the slightest noise happened (which more often than not lead to him being embarrassed trying to “protect” you from trash falling onto the ground. oops.). He was constantly on your heels, and it had begun to get on your nerves juuuust a little. Okay, more than a little.

One day you were wandering about and got the living daylights startled out of you when you turned the corner and walked face first into his chest. His helmeted head tilted to the side when you kind of shouted at him for it, but you changed your tone when he handed you a small, rusted knife he had found lying around. He was worried about you. You both knew that he could be very slow getting around, and in the past it had sometimes ended with him finding you backed into a corner without a proper weapon. What if he couldn’t get to you in time? What if something overpowered you and took you out? His entire world would shatter right in front of him.

Over the next couple of days he kept dragging miscellaneous monsters to you, starting with ones that were injured by him previously, for you to practice on. You steadily began to show him just how agile and strong you could be, which kind of took him by surprise. His little s/o was quite the scrapper! Who could have guessed?

He kept dragging more and more monsters to you, varying in strength and size. At one point you asked if you could practice with his knife. You could barely pick it up, which amused him so immensely he had a hard time remaining stoic. He made sure to keep stocking you with any weapon he could find in the small apartment room you two claimed as your own, just in case. But it made him relax much more knowing you could defend yourself properly, or until he could get to you.

He still followed you around a lot though

how 2 make an instantly good character:

have them be fat

have them be a butcher

thats it

and so is anon

asks are on now i’m fuckin stupid lmao

i know its late but did tommy get any valentines

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Jason Voorhees x Reader: Childhood Friends

You had met Jason the first day you went to Camp Crystal Lake. You had never seen someone with any kind of deformity before, but it didn’t phase you. Why would it?

He was shy. Incredibly shy. He barely did anything around the camp, basically just sticking around his Mother. You made sure to visit them both multiple times a day, even if he hid from you behind his Mother most of the time.

The other kids were constantly making fun of him or talking about him behind his back, and that made you incredibly angry. How dare they talk that way about such a nice boy? He didn’t even do anything!

A couple of counselors had to break up fights between you and the kids on way more than a couple occasions. Sometimes it was too much for you and you went off on the bad kids. You had hurt a few of them pretty good, though.

Jason and Pamela both saw the fights and heard some of the things you had said to the bullies. Pamela’s heart swelled that one of the kids had finally, finally accepted Jason for who he was, overlooking his deformities.

Pamela took you in one day to the nurse’s station and cleaned your scrapes and cuts, telling you how proud of you she was for sticking up for her precious son. She knew he had no friends. He did too.

Jason’s Mother took him to your cabin one day while the rest of the kids were out on activities. You had been confined to your cabin, alone, for getting into so many fights. And not just for that day, either, you were often suspended from camp activities for being so aggressive.

They both went to you and Pamela asked you why you were so defensive of Jason with him hiding behind her. You had explained to them both that it was unfair of the other kids to pick on him for no reason. She held her hands to her chest. Finally. Jason could finally have a friend.

Jason peeked out at you nervously, and you gave him a soft smile, holding your hand out. He looked to his mother, who gave him a nod. He took your hand and gave you one of the purest smiles you had ever seen. And it was infectious, you smiled bigger than you ever did before.

You both spent the day playing together. Board games, patty cake, hide and seek, tag. You stuck close to your cabin and where Pamela was stationed, just to be safe. But you had more fun than you had ever had at that camp.

You still got into fights, often getting beaten up trying to keep the other kids away from Jason. Pamela always noticed just in time though and chased them off, since the neglectful counselors barely paid any attention.

You often had to get patched up. Jason always came over to you when the fights were over and even though you were scraped, bruised, and sometimes even bleeding, you gave him a smile and a hug. No one messed with him while you were around.

That fateful day though, you were asleep. You woke up and went outside your cabin to Pamela wailing in pain, and scrambled over to her and begged her to tell you what happened. When she did... your heart broke into pieces. You both mourned Jason. You cried so hard you got sick. Your best friend, the best boy you knew, Jason, was gone. He was gone.

You hated everyone in that camp besides Pamela from that day on. You stuck to her like glue. She was angry. She was so very, very angry. You were sent home due to lashing out very violently at the other kids, but who could blame you? They had basically killed your best friend.

A few years later, when you were in your late teens, you learned about how Pamela ended up. Your heart broke once more. She was the only one left of his memory. You went to the camp, with roses, and placed them in the lake. But there was a figure behind you...

You felt the steps on the dock and whipped around, seeing a large man with a bag over his head, and you had been shocked and scared initially but... you saw the man’s eye through one of the holes and your eyes shot open.

“..J...Jason? Jason?!” you shouted, scrambling up to your feet. He dropped his hatchet he brought over to kill the intruder. It was you. It was you! He ran over to you almost tackling you, crushing you to his chest and sobbing into your shoulder. You wrapped your hands around him and cried too. He was still here. You both cried on each other for quite a while.

After crying so hard and so long you both got headaches, he lead you hand in hand to his cabin. You were so happy.

He showed you to his mother.. It was unusual, but it didn’t matter much to you he kept a shrine of her head.

You didn’t care. You didn’t care about what his mother had did. You didn’t care about what he did. You had found him again. And you would never, never let him go.