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Bro love your content 💚 Btw are you planing to make master list/master post? ALSO PLS START USING CUTS IN YOUR POSTS, YOU WRITING IS AMAZING BUT YOUR POSTS ARE TO LONG TO NOT USE CUTS IN THEM 😭🙏💚
Hii!! Thank you! Glad you like it 😭❤️
I’ll try to make a master list <3 (cause I never made one 🫣)
Michael Myers
Slashers (in general)
Brahms Heelshire
Dead by Daylight
Well, I tried 🥹 this is my first time doing a master list, have some sympathy 🥹❤️
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hi 👋 may I request og michael, rz michael and old man myers with a chubby s/o who has chronic pain 🥺👉👈 i have fibromyalgia unfortunately I have really bad pain in my legs, I feel very fatigued but I can't sleep because the pain is to much to bare sometimes, i get super cold, it makes my anxiety and depression worse, i get moody and i snap at people easily (i do feel bad) and my mind is foggy and I forget alot.
if this ask is to difficult to write you can just ignore it ik not everyone knows what it's like to have an illness or know any of the symptoms of every illness but if you do reply I will be very grateful ❤
Hello there 😊❤️ thx for requesting! I google the symptoms of fibromyalgia, specially to right this. I’m sure you’re not alone, I hope you can get some sleep tonight! ✨
OG!Michael Myers
Your legs been hurting all day this far
At first he didn’t get it, but once you explain what why you have chronic pain, he gets an idea
So, every time your legs are hurting, he’ll do all the things you would normally do for you
You had to cook tonight? Don’t worry, he got it
Clean the house? ANYTHING FOR YOU SWEETIE
You need him to carry you around? Oh don’t worry, he will….
He’ll do anything for you, specially if you’re hurting
At first, he would try to give you some massages on your legs, he hoped that it would help 🥺
Eventually he would just do it, cause he likes it
RZ!Michael Myers
You were a nurse at the hospital were he was being kept.
He didn’t know much about you, but he did notice that sometimes your legs would hurt you enough to sit on his bed and ask him to wait a few minutes and that you were sorry.
Today was not different, tho you hoped it was.
You came by to his cell to do his check routine when your legs started to hurt really bad.
“Agh…damn, sorry Michael. My legs again. Give me one minute please.” You said and he tilted his head as usual.
This time he approach you, for the first time ever, he brought the tools and items you use to check him and try to reach them to you, so you had to explain.
“Oh sweetie, thanks, but those won’t do for this…this is a condition called fibromyalgia. A thermometer and a stethoscope won’t do, but I appreciate your attempt to help Mike…”
He tilted his head again, and even tho he was using his orange mask, he could feel himself blushing.
So instead, he reached down to the bed with you and tried to give you some massages, the best way that he could.
Tobin Bell touring the Halloween Horror Nights Saw maze, 2017
His new obsession
FEM!reader x The Trickster
You’re new to the realm. You don’t have much friends, but you caught someone’s eye at first sight.
WG: Smut! Love at first sight, p in v sex, slow to rough, male receiving oral!, fingering, choking, hair pulling, Ji Woon likes it rough, use of y/n! Smut with fluff ending.
The wind blew on his chest as he ran. The sound of the metal of his bat could be heard from a few meters away, and his little giggles were unmistakable. This time he was sent to the red forest with 4 survivors as usual. Tho one of the mentioned four didn’t recognize. A young, beautiful, curvy and little bit chubby girl he though and smiled.
Yes, you were like a brand new toy in the realm, you didn’t have much friends and didn’t understand what was going on. This was your second trial, and still generator repair was something you were still learning, so it was common for you to make it blow.
The sound alerted Ji-woon. He went in your direction running in the characteristic way he always does. I’m his head, he was hoping to finally meet you, knowing damn well the others wouldn’t blow up a gen. He was now 8 enteras away from you, not wanting to disturb you he watch you from a distance, leaning against a tree.
“Geez…when I’m gonna stop blowing up this things” you said to yourself. You were mid gen now, and Ji-soon was getting closer. Even Steve, that was in the gen with you ran away leaving you all alone. Ji-soon saw that, and one part of him was pleased you were left alone, but the other part he thought how someone could leave behind a new brand, purely fresh, recently out of the fogg, teammate? You felt his presence and when you turn around he was already face to face with you. At first you mistake him for a fellow teammate.
“Are you gonna help me repair or what?” You asked calmly, not knowing he was the killer.
“What makes you think I’m a survivor, sweet thing ?” He replies, smiling and getting down at your level, appreciating firm up close the features of your face and your body.
“Uhm…you look like a survivor…” You were starting to realize that he actually wasn’t. “Oh…you’re…not, am i right?” He was damn fine to be a killer, you thought now that you had him up close, you could tell he was some kind of an idol, so you wonder if you was Korean, Japanese or even Chinese…
“You look like an idol…are you an idol?” You dare to ask him.
“Huh…my look gave it away, dear?”
“Pretty much yeah…are you a Kpop Idol?” Excitement could be noticed and heard in your voice. You liked Kpop idols so much.
“Very well! Are pretty girls like you this smart or it’s just you?” You blush at his compliment, not knowing exactly how to answer at that.
“I uhm…I’m not sure…” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “My name is y/n by the way…what’s yours?”
“Nice to meet you y/n, my name it’s Ji-woon. You don’t seem very scared of me, are you?” He asked.
“Uhm…should I?”
“I mean…I’m the killer..” He answered back showing his little colorful blades. To which you just smile, cause you never saw something like those before.
“Ohh! Are those blades? That’s your…uhm, power?” Asked nicely and excited, both at the same time.
“Yes, they are.”
“Can I throw one? Pleasee?” You make a little pout while pleading with your hands.
He found your little gesture cute and still bold. You were asking for his blades? No one ever asked him for them, much less if they could throw one. He was starting to like you more that he suspected. He pull out on of the little blades, and carefully reached it out for you.
“Careful…they’re really sharp.”
“Oh…” You take the little knife on your hand. “Where can I throw it?” You asked again.
“Wherever you want..” He smiled. You prepared yourself and aimed somewhere between the tress down on the ground level, since you both were on the gen located on main. You watch from the top of the wooden cabin to see and make sure no one passed by so you wouldn’t hurt them. You aim and after a second that appear like an eternity to Ji-Woon, you moved you hand in a swift motion that made the blade flew away somewhere far away.
“That was awesome!” You stated, the feeling of the thrill that caused you the act of throwing that blade made your heart pump with adrenaline. And just like that, you found yourself in the middle of a cross like between fearing the killer right next to your eyes or liking him. Sooner than later you decided that getting to know him better wouldn’t be bad after all. “Mind telling me more about you?” You asked smiling.
He was thrown aback at the start. No one ever asked him that. Not a sole survivor.
“About me? There not much to know about…beyond the fact that I’m a Kpop idol and that I like making music with the screams of my victims…”
Your eyes winded at his statement. Wondering in the thin line of running away ir staying with him. You look at his baseball bat and his blades, then look at his face. He seemed to notice this and quickly toss those things away.
“Oh..no no, I’m not gonna hurt you. As weird as it might sound, I’m not sure why I don’t wanna hurt you. I’m supposed to sacrifice you to the entity…” He looked straight to a hook.
“Oh..uhm…thanks? I suppose? No one ever told me something like that before…I don’t think I’m wanted here..” You stated a little bit sad at the option of actually no one wanting you.
“That’s not true. I want you…” Apparently he had no filters now and you frowned at his words. “No, sorry I didn’t mean it- you know…by the way…how old are you?” The curiosity killed the cat.
“Old enough to buy a house or drink alcohol if I want…” You affirmed.
“Oh…” He didn’t know how to react. You were his type, and you weren’t a minor? He was lost. He didn’t know why he liked you that much. But he did. His gaze drunk in your curves, the way you talked and moved your hands, your smile, your eyes, your nose. Two gems were already made, but for the first time he didn’t care at all.
“You must have pretty eyes…if you take the lens off” You spoke feeling brave enough to compliment him. And he smiled.
“You have pretty, natural, eyes y/n…” You blushed a little bit, a gesture he found tender and cute.
The compliments went on for a couple of minutes. And neither of you could understand what happened in those minutes to find both of you in the mesh bed the main cabin had inside its own wooden structure. You were all over him, kissing him desperately, gripping his coat. The feeling of knowing this wasn’t right running through both your minds, but seeing where this thing was getting, apparently neither of you seemed to care. Sure, the entity could do whatever she wanted with both of you, maybe you would just have to wait, of course in case the entity decided to work in a macabre plan for the fact that Ji-woon was falling for you, and vice versa.
For now, all that matter for you both was the best of the moment and taking Ji-woon’s coat off. You gave his clothes little tugs to make him comprehend you wanted that item off. He broke the kiss, smiled playfully at you, while taking his coat slowly…obviously to tease the fuck out of you. You weren’t left behind in this game of taking off the clothes, since he ripped the fabric of your shirt and shorts. His eyes opened wide when he noticed you didn’t have any bra on.
“Oh my…no bra huh?” He smirked and called out the fact in a teasing tone.
“Uhm…yeah, about that…” You didn’t know what to answer to that, the last time you remember of your previous life you had, you always wear bras, even if you didn’t liked to.
He looked at your bear breasts, and he felt his mouth watering…how long it’s been since he got laid? He can’t remember…and honestly, he needed it. It’s not like you didn’t, but the fact that you were recent on the realm gave you more chances that the last time you had sex would be a week ago, not years like Ji-Woon. His hand travel from your waste, up nearing touching your tender breasts. He looked at you in the eyes, a pleading gaze could be sense.
“Can I?” He asked, kindly enough due to his previously behavior. You didn’t mind a little bit of kindness every now and then, specially when no one would show you that here. You nod your head yes to give him your consent, to encourage him to touch you further. His lips forming a big smile as his hands reach the tender flesh of your chest. His hands were replaced with his mouth soon after, his tongue circling your nipples and the sounds your mouth let out it’s encouraging him further.
But sooner than later his touch on your breasts wasn’t enough, so slowly but surely you guided his hand to your vagina. He quickly understood the assignment. His fingers slipped inside you.
“Oh my!-” You moaned out loud. He noticed and placed his free hand over your mouth. He kept finger fucking you a while longer until you were begging to practically fuck you already. Your core twitching around nothing and it was starting to ache.
“Please…please, I need you…” You beg a little bit.
"I know you can do better..” He replied back.
“Please fuck me, I need you!…” Your hands started to roam near his shaft. And something inside of him snapped, and couldn’t wait any longer.
Roughly, he turn you around so now you were all in fours, and he didn’t even wait he just slammed in. He was bigger than average so it sting a little bit. Not wanting you to adjust to his girth he started to thrust into you roughly.
“This is what you wanted?…” He asked between grunts and pants. He was loud. Maybe even louder than you. He kept on fucking you wildly, the sound of the gems popping one by one.
“Fuuuck…yeah, like that…don’t stop!” You moan loud, taking advantage of a near sound of a finished gen.
Your sounds and squirms were fuel to him. You looked so beautiful girl his point of view. But that didn’t stopped him from treating you roughly. One of his hands, that was on your hip went up all the way to wrap around your neck and squeeze tightly.
“Oh-” You gasp at the sensation of being choked. His other hand pulled at your hair, not before slapping you hard on the ass.
“Damn!…I’m not gonna last longer girl…” He assumed. You were too far on your own pleasure that you didn’t even heard him. And without warning him, the tight knot that’s been forming all along snapped, and your orgasm hit you hard.
“Ji-Ji Woon! Please! Fuuuck…don’t stop!” You were crying nonsense at this point.
“I don’t plan to…” He kept fucking you hard for a little while until the sound of the gates opening filled both your ears.
“Was that?” You asked.
“The gates…” He replied, looking down, towards the direction of one of the gates. Unfortunately you two were far, and you needed to go, he didn’t want you to die, specially not by t he map. “You have to go” He added.
“But you didn’t-”
“It’s okay, don’t worry, but you need to go…the map will kill you otherwise…” He explained. You nodded sadly, and you dressed up as fast as you could. Once you were ready you looked down. Calculating if the fall itself would harm you.
“Here..” He reach you his hand to help you down.
“Thanks.” You smiled back at him, and when you touched the ground you started running towards the gate as fast as you could. He watched from the top of main how you run your way to safety.
“It was nice meeting you!” You yelled back at him, waving your hand in the air. He waved back and smiled at you.
You manage to leave the map safely and reached the camp fire wondering when would you see him again.
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I’m sorry this took me so long 🥹 I’ve been really busy and not feeling okay. I know it’s crappy, but I love this game so much I did my best, I hope you liked it! 😊❤️ @stygianoir
May I add you to my dbd and slashers writers list ? And would you ever write for ghostface,trickster,doctor,Chucky human form for dbd? And would you ever write for Vincent Sinclair,Brahms Heelshire ,Charles Lee ray, hannible from show and movie?
Of course you can! 🤗
Ghostface is on my list 😏, I think I could add trickster too. I wrote for Brahms (and I’ll keep writing for him), about Vincent, I never wrote for him before but I want to! 😭 and as for the others I’m not familiar with the lore nor the shows, sorry 🥹
Btw you can add my so whatever list you want! <3
Are you an 18+ adult and if so do you have any rules?
Hellooo <3
Yess! I’m 22 actually 😊 and I do have some rules for NSFW requests!!
Who do i right for?
Killers/slashers
Mark Hoffman (Saw series)
Michael Myers (Og, Rz and sometimes old if I feel like I want to lol, dbd myers too)
Ghostface (Billy, Stu, Danny from dbd, maybe some others but I don’t recall the names lmao 🥹)
Thomas Hewitt (ttcm)
Brahms Heelshire
The oni (Kazan Yamaoka, dbd)
The Knight (dbd)
Pyramid Head
Resident Evil
Albert Wesker
Leon Kennedy
Chris Redfield
Carlos Oliveira
Jack Krauser
Luis Sera
Stranger Things
Steve Harrington
Billy
Eddie Munson
001
Silent Hill
Pyramid Head
James Sunderland
Harry Mason
Do I write NSFW?
Yes I do! There’s gonna be a warning (as it should be) for those who feel uncomfortable with +18 content! I usually write for f!reader and gn!reader 🤗
Kinks I write for: praise/degrading, size kink, dom/sub, petnames, hair pulling, spanking, breading kink, orgasm denial, choking, knife kink, rough sex
Things I DO NOT WRITE FOR: Period sex, rape, blood kink, animal roleplay, use of weapons (guns for example), golden shower, lolita kind of things are a DEFINITELY NO, wound fucking
Characters I DO NOT WRITE NSFW FOR: Carlos Oliveira, Luis Sera, 001, Harry Mason
That would be all <3
HAHAHAHA 😂
is this anything
Calling the slashers/killers ‘pretty’
Head cannons on how slashers/killers would react to reader calling them pretty. Includes OG! Michael Myers, RZ! Michael Myers, Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Pyramid Head, Thomas Hewitt and Mark Hoffman (SAW series)
OG! Michael Myers
You notice him stalking you throughout the week, and it was needlessly to say you found it oddly interesting.
Of course you knew who he was, and apparently, for your brain, that was ‘attractive’ enough to wonder about him
So, the night he decided to break in to obviously kill you, you took action
Somewhere between all the struggle you made, his unexpressed latex mask flew off, somewhere around your kitchen floor
The light that came from outside was enough to see his face, and boy, you find him attractive
He panic at the fact of not having his mask, and quickly look for it and successfully found it. With a single swift move his mask was back on. He was ready to kill you when you spoke
“Y-your pretty Michael, you know that?”
He tilted his head at your statement, you couldn’t see it, but his cheeks were blushing. He didn’t know what hated the most, the fact that he couldn’t kill you now or the fact that he actually liked you calling him pretty
His hand holding the knife stutter for a second before letting you go and giving you his signature head tilt again
It’s not necessary to say that since that night he came to your home every night and took off his mask in front of you so you can call him pretty again
And this time you do see him blush
RZ! Michael Myers
You were a childhood friend of his, and the crush was mutual
Tho when you were like around 9yo, you moved to another town so you never found out about Michael killing his stepdad and sister, or at least you had no idea until many years later, when you moved back to Haddonfield
What he did was horrendous, yet you couldn’t stop feeling bad for him somehow
So this night you were getting ready to go to bed, brushing your teeth you notice a man standing behind you
You could see his reflection through the mirror you had in front of you
You knew Michael was, well a killer, but you didn’t know how he looked like, so many years have passed and the last image you had of him was completely different
Non the less, that didn’t stop Michael from recognizing you
You were about to scream when he got closer and covered your mouth with his enormous hand. By now you were struggling and panicked
Michael noticed this and with his free hand took his mask off, revealing his face. He was different but still you knew it was him
“Michael…?”
He didn’t answer, instead he moved his hand from your mouth and gently turned you around, slowly looking at your form head to toe
From the moment you saw his eyes you knew he didn’t have to answer, he was Michael indeed, how couldn’t you recognize his beautiful blue eyes?
“Michael!” You say happily
He stays silent, but a small almost invisible smile formed on his lips
You cupped his cheek with your hand, and rubbed his skin with your thumb
Smiling you tell him “We haven’t seen each other for over ten years and still your the pretty one” You smile
His hole face turned red when he herd the word pretty
You always wanted to tell him how you felt, but never got an actual chance for it
Once you told him how you’ve felt all this years, his reaction was the sweetest
He gave you a bag hug and swing you in the air, he was beyond happy
Ghostface (Stu)
“You know, you’re…pretty Stu…”
You were in his house, music as loud as it could be, you were hoping he didn’t hear you, cause you just kinda declared to him
He gave you a ‘what did you said’ look, waiting for you to answer
“Nothing…just forget it”
YEAH, YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS GOING TO WORK? Well it didn’t
He took you by the hand and made you fallow him upstairs
When you asked him why upstairs he gave you a lame excuse
“I didn’t catch what ya said down there” he said moving closer to you
“I said you’re pretty…” you look at him straight in the eyes
“Oh…I know, I heard you. I just wanted to have some…privacy” He had a mischievous smile on his lips
You grin before he pull you down to his bed
(Billy)
You two were having a heated kiss by the window of your bedroom when you herd footsteps coming up the stairs
You assumed it must be your dad or your mom
“Billy, you should go…someone’s coming”
He pouted and gave you his puppy eyes
“Pleaseeee?…” He asked
As much as you wanted to tell him ‘yes’, you knew better than to piss your dad or mom
“Come on pretty boy, you know I can get in trouble..”
He blushed a pale tone of pink at your words, he was staring at you like you left him dumb or something like that
He then snapped out of it “Okay, okay…see you tomorrow?” He asked
“Yeah pretty boy, see you tomorrow…”
He giggled and stumbled at the word ‘pretty’
Pyramid Head
Did you just called him pretty? No way, he must’ve herd you wrong
Oh…apparently he didn’t YOU DID CALLED HIM PRETTY
Now it’s stuck in his head and it’s all he can think about
He likes it tho
And definitely expect him to want you to call him pretty all the time
With time he even let you adorn his pyramid with cute little pink stuff
He won’t say that he likes it but trust me HE LIKES IT
Specially if you call him your ‘pretty monster’
He’ll definitely want you to call him pretty during segsy time too 😏
Thomas Hewitt
You called him pretty? Why tho? Haven’t you seen him?
That’s what he thought the first time you called him that
Immediately you receive the princess treatment
Cause why not? You treat him well, he wants to do the same with you. You’re his love after all
Expect him to giggle a little bit whenever you call him pretty or beautiful or what so ever
And if you kiss his unmasked face while you call him pretty? You’ll give him a heart attack
He loves it
He’ll make sure you feel loved and pretty as well
He’ll make you dinner and give you flowers every now and then
Basically anything you want, you get
Definitely expect him to want you to call him pretty 24/7
He’s like a child OK!?
Mark Hoffman
He thinks you’re joking, you must be joking
Nobody calls him pretty, and you wouldn’t be the exception, right?
Ha! Liar….deep down he loves it, and not just because you bust his ego, but also you make him feel loved….somehow
He thinks he’s unlovable, I mean, he’s a monster right?
Well, that doesn’t stop you from loving him or calling him pretty
The first times you would call him that, he would show no emotion or reaction whatsoever
But once you get to his, somehow, ‘tender’ side, he’ll slowly start reacting
Maybe a ‘you’re pretty as fuck too’ or maybe even a peck to your lips
And consider yourself blessed if you see him blush….cause he rarely does
And if you happen to see him blush..? Well you didn’t
Cause how could he blush right? Him? He’s mean and bad, he doesn’t blush
You even reacted once, to his blushing
“If-if you ever, you wouldn’t-Ahgg, please don’t tell anyone” He said, as he blushed even more, the tone on his voice defeated
You just laugh since you found him cute
“You’re little…pink secret is safe with me, detective” You told him
You kissed he blushed cheeks and called him cute
“Hey! I’m not!”
“Yes you are!” You said as you walked away
“I love you so much….” Mark said, knowing you weren’t around to hear it
Cause you would have died right there in the spot
Well, I hope you enjoy this!! I’m also working on a Ghostface x Michael x F!reader fic, so stay tuned 😏
This seemed a LOT more funny in my head 😭
The title of your work "pretty boy" reminded me of beautiful boy the song, imagine a hurt/comfort where brahms is reminded of his traumas and how his face was distorted into something people are consistently afraid of but m/gn reader comforts him and calls him his beautiful boy while big spooning brahms and carding your fingers thru his hair.
Aaaa 😭 the title actually I got inspirated from the song, but this is so cute, I feel the urge to right it ❤️ sorry it took me a couple of days to answer 🥹
Beautiful Boy
WG: Hurt/confort, angst
Brahms couldn’t stop watching himself on the dusty old mirror he had on his made up bedroom in the walls. It’s like the furniture was calling for him. Big and a little bit redish his scar was showing, and that’s what he couldn’t stop seeing. He hated it so very much, that he wishes he could just tore that part of his face apart. His other side of his face was okay, could be kissed and touched, and somewhere deep down inside of him, perturbed him as well. Cause, who would find him attractive with a face like his? Who would want to kiss him? Or even see him without his mask? It tore him apart every time he thinks about it.
No one is gonna ever love me like this…
Of course he was wrong, cause you came along and to his surprise you stayed. Not only cause you wanted to, but because you found Brahms fairly attractive. At first he thought you were lying that you were saying such nice things to calm him down and to keep him in line, but you weren’t. A burning scar wasn’t gonna stop you from loving this man. Everything about him caught your attention and you were interested enough to spend time with him.
You caught him in the act of watching himself. Touching his ‘bad side’ with one of his hands, you could swear you heard him sobbing.
“What’s wrong Brahms?” You asked politely.
“Oh..i-it’s nothing sweetheart.” He stated, trying to cover the mirror. But it was too late for that, you already saw him staring into it.
“Come on Brahms, what is it?” You insist, knowing that eventually he would give in and tell you.
“It’s just that…I guess I can’t really believe that actually somebody wants me, having my face like-” You didn’t let him finish when you finish the sentence for him.
“Like what? Burnt?" You asked.
"Yes…" This poor young man, you thought. You were always assurring him that you love him no matter what. Even so, it seems he still didn’t quite believe you did.
It’s not like you mind reminding him that you care deeply for him. After all it was true. What started as days became weeks, and then months and you no longer could tell how many time you spent with him already. But you were not leaving, not any time sooner.
“I love you Brahms, just the way you are. I wouldn’t change anything about you.” You approach him and hold his face in your hands, your left thumb caressing his burnt side tenderly. He looked at you as saying ‘you mean it?’
“I mean it babe…” You smiled down at him, he hold you close to him and hugged you. His face resting against your bellybutton.
“I love you sweetheart, very deeply.” He said.
“Me too, Brahms.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and pet it.
It was already late and the bed time stroke as always. You took Brahms to his bed and kiss him goodnight as always, and proceeded to lay down next to him, big spooning him to sleep.
“You’re my beautiful, beautiful boy, Brahms…” You whispered to him while carding your fingers thru his hair, soothing every doubt he could have about his appearance away.
— Do you want to say something, Captain?
Jealousy
Slashers reaction to their s/o flirting with someone else/getting compliments from someone else.
This goes for OG!Michael, RZ!Michael, Brahms, Ghostface (Stu), Pyramid Head
WG: jealousy issues, doubtful behavior, a little gore, some NSFW, dev!consent?¿ apart from that I’ll try to include some fluff too (cause I can’t live without it :’D)
OG!Michael
You’d be mesmerized to know how many things Michael can know or find out about you.
That’s how he found out you were extra friendly with a coworker.
Maybe he hasn’t made it clear, but he didn’t have any intentions to share you with other men.
You were his and his alone.
Something inside him snap when he saw your lips kissing goodbye on this guy’s cheek.
To you was something insignificant, but to him?
Ohh boy…
He was jealous.
No need to mention that Michael slaughtered this poor guy.
He got home with you, disappointed, and a little sad for what he saw today.
You were starting to wonder where he was, it was already dark and you hadn’t seen him in all day.
Your question was answered when you felt a large hand going up your back, straight to the back of your neck.
His breathing low and steady as always.
His hand grabbed the back of your neck and squeezed it a little bit, making you move away from the kitchen, but not so far.
“Hey, Michael! Missed u today, where u been?” You asked him, not being aware that he spent almost all day stalking you
He didn’t reply, instead he moved his hand upward and grabbed you by the hair this time, tucking at it so he could whisper in your ear
“That hurts!” You yelled at him, but he didn’t care. You tried to reach his hand holding your hair, but with his free hand he catches yours and puts it behind your back twisting it.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?”
He tucked at your again in protest
Then you realized that he might have been stalking you throughout the day and saw that little interaction between you and your male coworker. It must be that right?
“I’m s-sorry Michael, I’m sorry, it’s not gonna happen again.” You apologized.
He lowered his head so it leveled with your right ear.
“Mine.” He whispered, his voice raspy but clear. “Say it.”
“Ok…ok, I’m yours. Only yours…” You swore. He let you go, your hands reaching the cold marble of the kitchen.
Latter that night when you both went to sleep, he apologized for the way he treated you earlier.
RZ!Michael
Things with Michael turn different when he’s jealous. First things first, sometimes you can’t tell if he’s jealous or not cause his behavior it’s almost pretty much the same.
You both know each other since you were 9yo. You were the only one who used to play with him, and he’s thankful for that. But your heart was torn apart when he committed that awful crime. You knew his sister and father were shitty, but you never expected Michael to kill them.
When you found out he scaped the mental hospital he was being kept, something inside of you wanted Michael to come see you. You weren’t so wrong after all.
So it’s been a couple of weeks since he’s staying with you, and you know better than to ask him where he goes at night, leaving you alone in the house.
There was this particular time when your ex stopped by and stayed for lunch when Michael was out stalking, as usual. Or so you thought. Turns out that he decided to stalk you this time, and when he saw this foreign man to his knowledge, he snapped.
You didn’t had time to even serve lunch when you heard your ex screaming. “Holy shit!” And he sounded in pain too.
When you came back to the living room Michael had stabbed your ex’s hand to the wooden table that was already prepared to eat.
“Michael…please.., he’s my ex.”
Michael wasn’t sure of your words, so he pulled out painfully the kitchen knife of your poor ex’s hand, a pained moan scaped his mouth. The he grabbed the doomed guy by his neck and looked at you again.
“Michael, Michael, please…I swear he’s my ex. Please!!!” You begged him.
Michael decided enough was enough and let your ex go, but not before pointing you to go upstairs with his knife. You obeyed.
Once you both were there he grabbed you by the throat this time and squeezed a little bit. Now you were scared. He tucked a little bit just to let you know that if he want to, he could kill you any minute.
He bend you over the edge of the bed so your stomach was facing towards the bed, and your ass up.
“how romantic” You mocked. To be honest this wasn’t the first time you two fucked. But this? Holy fuck, this was totally different. You weren’t even sure if you’re disliking this.
“I’m not sharing.” He growled at your ear. He took out your pijamas and panties with one hand, with the other he took out his mask. He positioned himself with your entrance. Spit a little bit his cock to use it as lube.
He grabbed you by your neck again and put it the tip of his cock.
“Michael, I’m not even-” You protested, reaching your right hand to his leg to try to stop him, but he grabbed it and pulled it against him so you were closer to his chest.
“Shut up, and fucking take it.” That’s all he said before thrusting all the way into you. He set a brutal pace and all he could hear was your screams and moans of pleasure.
“Fu-uck Michael!! Don’t stop, don’t stop!!” You moaned. He got closer to your ear again.
“This is what you get for making me jealous.”
You thought you could make him jealous more often.
BRAMHS HEELSHIRE
“Brahms!” You moan your lungs out. He had you lay down facing the bed, and now he was fingering you like his life depends on that.
And all for what? Well, you told Malcom earlier that he had a nice hair cut today. Apparently, Brahms didn’t like that.
He slapped your ass with his free hand “Your mine, mine!” He growled on your ear.
“Okay…okay, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah…I bet you are.” He stated, his fingers moving faster now.
You were reaching the point of your climax when he stopped, and pulled at your hair.
“You wanna cum?” He asked. You nod and hummed. “Well, beg for it.” He slapped your ass again.
“Please…I’m so close.” You begged vaguely.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” He replied, voice deeper now, filled with pure lust.
“Brahms, please…please I wa-I need to cum, please! I won’t do it again I promise!”
His fingers thrusting into your core in a brutal animalistic way. That was enough to make you cum that night.
Once you were finish he grabbed you by the hair again and said “if I see you again with him, his dead. You hear me?” He question.
“Yeah-yeah.” That’s all that would come out from your mouth.
PYRAMID HEAD
This big guy had never talked and never will, so if something just bothers him he will let you know in other ways.
Like when, for example, James complimented your bracelet one day. He was pissed, but he didn’t say anything, not that he could. So what did he do instead?
Well, he fallowed James all around Silent Hill making his life more miserable if that’s was even possible.
You weren’t exactly pissed at his behavior but you certainly didn’t like it. So next time he sees you you’ll let him know.
To your fortune that time was right now.
“Is tormenting James even necessary, Pyramid?” You asked annoyed.
He lowers his head and shakes no.
“So, why are you doing it?” He couldn’t answer you knew it so you asked him again. “Is it because you’re jealous of James?”
He shakes his head no several times, trying to hide the obvious feeling .
“Yeah…you definitely are.” You said.
He lowered his head again and was ready to leave when you grabbed his large hand.
“You can stay, it’s okay. It happens.” You smiled at him. From under his large pyramid, something like a tentacle came out to caress your chin.
“Promise me you won’t do it again, ok?”
He just nods and walk away peacefully.
GHOSTFACE
Since you two finished watching that movie, you wouldn’t stop talking about the killer.
How he was using a kitchen knife to kill people on the movie, or how he used his own hands to choke someone. You could notably see he was pissed at your comments of appreciation.
“Oh come on! I’m just messing around!” You laughed at him. He couldn’t be mad just because of that right?
“Well, go messing around Michael Myers then, perhaps he will burie his knife in you.” Stu said back.
“Stu come on! It’s just a movie!” You laughed a little bit
“If it’s just a movie don’t make me jealous!” He confessed.
“Jealous?” You giggle, then tried to hug him.
“N-no, no, you go hug Michael, he needs it more than I do.” Stu’s voice faking a sad tone. “Or go kiss his mask instead, cause apparently you don’t like mine anymore….ouch.” He continued.
“Well, if you say so…then I’m heading to Haddonfield then!” You said smiling to wait his reaction.
“No babe, don’t leave, I was just kidding.” He pouted, grabbing your hand so you wouldn’t leave.
“Ok..I promise to not saying anything like that again about Michael, if you promise to not get jealous.” You offered.
“Deal.” Stu replied smiling.
“I’m starving, wanna order some pizza?” He offered.
“Hell yeah.” You said, pizza didn’t sound that bad.
“Besides…I like your costume better.” You confessed.
“Ohh…” Stu was flattered, and couldn’t help but blush a little bit.
After that, you ate your pizza and cuddle all night, you being the smaller spoon. You quickly fell asleep in Stu’s warm arms.
Well I needed a little bit of humor with ghostie okay? 😭 I hope you liked it! See ya around 😊
Pretty Boy
Brahms x reader
Brahms gets hurt badly after fighting your ex, and in the middle his mask flew off somewhere. Unconscious on the floor, you try to help him and clean the wounds
wg: Besides mentions of blood and open wounds, just fluff and Brahms being Brahms <3
It was a nasty fight, shattered glass flew over everywhere. Brahms got your ex to run away tho. For him, the fight and all the wounds were worth it. He’ll do anything for you. Due to the uncommon amount of effort he did and wounds he gain, he pass out right then and there. His mask was out, somewhere on the floor.
“Brahms…” You whispered. He didn’t respond. Your eyes went through every wound he had, until they reached his uncovered face. You could tell that at least a %50 of his face was burnt. Not that you cared tho, you still wouldn’t leave him for that.
With much, much effort you lift him to the bed, so you could treat his wounds better. His chest rising up slowly, a sign he was still breathing. You gathered everything you could reach to disinfect the bloody cuts. You were lucky enough the Heelshires had everything you could need in case something like this happens. You managed to get some pads, bandages and alcohol. You wet the little pads with alcohol and brush them against the fresh wounds, sounds of pain and visible discomfort could be heard from Brahms. You felt terrible, but you needed to disinfect.
“I know…I know Brahms.” You reassured. Whenever you brush the pads against his wounds you would move your hand in a certain way so the could blow some air in attempt to lessen the sting.
A few minutes later you managed to bandage all of his wounds. He was still asleep. He seemed so peacefully you didn’t wanna disturb him. You sat down on the bed next to him and caressed his messy brown hair, admiring his features. You took your right hand and placed it on his burnt side.
Who cares if he’s burnt? You thought to yourself.
You didn’t know how ir when you stared whispering things to his sleeping form.
“You know, I like your hair Brahms.” You didn’t know if he could hear you or not, but honestly, you didn’t care.
“And your eyes…your eyes are special.” You continued. You kept complimenting his body and face, and all the things he did for you, and keeping you safe.
“Thanks…for what you did for me today. But I don’t want you to do it again, it’s far too dangerous. And I love you too much for you to bleed out on me.” This was the first time you tell him you love him. Eventually you fell asleep on his side, you being the big spoon. You liked the body difference, but with this guy, being the big spoon was a little bit uncomfortable. Suddenly you woke up when your arms reached to hug him but didn’t find a body to hug.
“Brahms?…” You called for him. You didn’t found him next to you on the bed, instead his was sitting on the edge of it. “Brahms?”
“You know, I didn’t want you to see my face…eventually i would take my mask off. Once there was enough trust between us. That was the original plan…” He explained.
“Oh…Brahms…I really don’t mi-” You were interrupted by him.
“I-I didn’t want to show you my face, I don’t want to scare you away…please, your everything I have left.” You notice his voice cracking and sobbing when he told you this.
“I wasn’t going to leave you Brahms…I would have never…” Now, you sitting next to him, you give him little palms on his back.
“Thanks…for patching me up.”
“You’re welcome, Brahmsy.” You said smiling. “Hey…look at me, look at me.” With one hand you tilted his head so he was facing you.
“I love you. You heard me?” You looked at him straight into his eyes.
“I love you too.” He replied.
You whipped the tears from his cheeks with your sweater’s sleeve and then proceeded to kiss his burnt cheek. You’re melted when you saw he blushed.
“Aww…that’s so sweet.” You remarked.
“I swear to god if you tell any-” This time you interrupted.
“Yeah…yeah…”
“I-i, if-…okay, you win.” He said at last.
Once you were at the room, he caressed the exactly part of your lips that touched his cheek, and blushed again.
Well, this short fic was due that people voted for a Brahms fic 😊 hope you liked it, and again sorry for any misspelling mistakes, English it’s not my mother language.
See you around!
What slashers/villans do when they see their s/o crying
How would: OG!Michael, Brahms, Wesker, Ghostface, Pyramid Head, RZ!Michael and OLD!Michael (2018 movie), react if they saw you crying.
WG: None, just fluff <3
OG!Michael
He was stalking you as usual, it was around 6pm when he heard you talking with someone on the phone.
“Is there anything we can do to fix these, Claire?”
Your voice…were you crying?
“Claire, we’ve been friends since we were 4! Please…”
You definitely were crying by now. Your best friend was cutting the bond between you two
“Ok….ok. I hope you do well in life too. Thanks for the memories. Yeah, yeah…bye bye” Now you were crying your eyes out
Michael saw this and immediately thought of slaughtering whoever was this Claire girl, but he didn’t know were she lived
Instead he looked around, he noticed in one of your backyard bushes some kind of flower. He remembered it from the times you used to play with him cause you both were the same age and neighbors so you used to play hide and seek with him.
He grabbed some of this flowers and sneaked into your house unnoticed. Looked for your room and successfully found it
He decided to leave the little flowers on the nightstand
Since he was in Haddonfield again you knew deep down he was watching you. He never did anything to you tho, that keep you calm
Coming from the bathroom you caught a glimpse of him leaving your house. “Michael…?” He turned around and gave you his signature head tilt.
He then got closer to you, and with one of his hands put a little lock of hair behind your left ear. You smiled at his act
BRAHMS
You were crying on bed that night when he saw you.
“Is something wrong?” He asked. Voice deep
“Uhm…I just found out my childhood pet crossed the rainbow today, and i wasn’t there to be with him.” You said
“Crossed the rainbow…?” He didn’t understand.
“Yeah…when pets passed away we say they crossed the rainbow…so it’s not so sad to think about it.”
“Oh…I see. Can you show me how he looked like?” He asked in his deeper voice but still a little bit childish.
“Of course…” You then showed him the picture of a beautiful and happy dog.
“He looked happy.” He said. You just nod
And with that, he was gone.
You remain laid in the bed a little more before you resumed whatever you were doing before you found out the bad news
When you came back to the bedroom a huge doll that ressambled your loyal dog from your childhood was placed on your bed. Tears threatening to stream down again.
Next to the bed was Brahms, who had his arms behind his back and was idling in the same spot patiently.
“Do you like it?” He asked eagerly to know
“Brahms…” That’s all you could say
Immediately Brahms thought he had done something wrong. He was ready to apologize but your arms around him stopped him.
“Thank you, thank you…” You keep repeating that over and over again
“You’re welcome.” He said returning the hug
Needless to say you slept hugging the doll all night with Brahms being the big spoon.
WESKER
He’s cold and distant, so when he saw you crying he didn’t know what to do
But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, he just doesn’t know how to show it
He didn’t asked you anything, mind too busy thinking what he could do
He decided that sitting down your side and hold you in his arms would work for him and help you, hopefully
For his surprise, it did work
GHOSTFACE
You didn’t do well on the university today
So when he saw you silently crying, he didn’t say anything or even make noise
He put on normal clothes, gathered some of your favorite snacks and a big coke
He entered your bedroom, situated himself on your bed and put all the food down
“Well, we’re watching a movie tonight. Choose the one of your liking dear.” He said
“You saw me crying right?”
“Yeah I did”
“You got some snaks and coke?” You asked him
“Of I did honey.” He answered
“I love you babe.” You hugged him
“Me too dearheart.”
PYRAMID HEAD
Might seem like a bad guy on the outside but in reality it’s a sweet little boy
The first time he saw you crying, he did everything that could be done to make you feel better
You want Kandy? You got it. You want cuddles? You got it. Anything you want, you get.
If you just want him to listen, he’ll sit next to you, hand on your knee while you take it all out
Occasionally will nod his head to let you know he’s listening
And if after crying you need a bath, he’ll prepare bomb bath, candles and some chocolates, then he’ll carry you to the bath himself.
RZ!MICHAEL
You were a patient in the same hospital as him, even if he didn’t talk you enjoyed his company
The first time he saw you cry when was when you told him that some other patients wouldn’t leave you be
“Can I stay with you for a while please?” You ask
He nods, then he takes you to his bed and tuck you up, he wanted you to take a little nap while he continued with his masks, or that’s what you thought
You were suddenly woken up by the feeling of a finger caressing your cheek
Michael was sitting next to you, his finger still caressing you cheek
He stood up and went straight to his working desk to grab something
He went back to you with a mask on his hand
“For me?” You asked him smiling
He nodded, then looked down
He has made you a mask of your favorite animal
“Oh Michael, that’s so sweet from you”
You didn’t notice but under his own paper mask his cheeks blushed
OLD!MICHAEL(2018)
Whenever you cry for whatever reason this man absents himself. Why? Cause it’s too much for good old Michael to handle
Tho there was this particular time when you were taking care of your friend’s kitten that when the time to took this little fella back to his own family you were crying like hell
You had become attached to this little kitten that you didn’t even want to give him back
Michael couldn’t see this and do nothing, specially when you saw him tending to leave through the principal door and got even sadder
He got an idea
It was like 7pm and you were starting to wonder where Michael was when the sound of a door opening ran through your ears
Michael stood there, in his arms was holding a little thing. From afar you couldn’t distinguish what it was
Not until that little thing turned its little head back to look at you, and your eyes were met with a big orange ones
“Oh my god Michael, you brought me a little kitten?” You asked smiling
The little animal liking Michael’s face was too cute to see
He nodded and reached the kitten to you
Of course you happily took the animal in your arms
Michael wouldn’t admit it, but he melt at the side of you holding the little fella
Well here’s another fic 😗 I hope you like it 😊
Sorry for any misspelling, English it’s not my mother language.
Friendly reminder that requests are open! 🤗
Reader kiss slashers and their reaction.
How Og!Michael, Brahms, Ghostface, and RZ!Michael react to you kissing their masks.
WG: None, just fluff ❤️
OG!Michael
He just came back home to you and he’s exhausted
He won’t tell you he wants a kiss, he just follows you around the house
You realize he wants a kiss when he hugs your from behind
You turn around and kiss the lips of his latex white mask.
He’s so happy he signs with his finger to the lips of his mask again for another kiss
You happily obliged.
Brahms
He will say something like “kiss?” In a little childish voice
If you deny him the kiss he will ask again “kiss?” This time with the same childish tone but sadder
You gave in this time and peck the lips on his mask
“You happy now?” You ask
He just nods
Ghostface
He had an awful night today, and all he wants it to get home go you
Of course you notice something is wrong, since you’ve known him for a while now
“Babe, everything’s fine?” You aske him
“Yes princess, everything is ok.” You don’t believe what he said, not a single bit
You gave him your signature “tell me the truth” stare
“Ok, ok…I had awful night. That’s all.” He confessed.
You stepped closer to kiss the top of the long mouth of his mask.
“I love you so much…” He whisper to you.
RZ!Michael
This huge man, despite of what he might look like it’s more tender than you think
Everytime he wants or needs you to kiss him he bring one of your hands to the lips of his mask
You smiled at the small action. “Of course honey, I’ll give you a kiss” you said, lips forming a smile
You reached up to the latex lips and gave them a kiss
Once you finish, he would take your hand again, this time lifting his mask a little bit just so his real lips can touch the soft skin of your hand
Not Allowed
Dbd!Myers x f!Reader
Reader it’s new to the realm, she gets a good first impression on everyone; killer and survivor. Tho there’s certain someone who seams to became too obsessed with her. She doesn’t get it, she thinks this killer hates her with all their guts. Sooner than later she finds that some interactions and relationships are not allowed in the realm.
WG: Some angst and cursing Michael actually talks but this is not actually a warning lol mentions of death, blood and gore. Michael and Ghostface have a bromance cause deep down they are besties. Dbd!Michael it’s based on RZ! Michael here. Use if y/n twice on the entire fic. Ghostface removes his mask. Michael removes his mask. Big old Pewpaw Kazan Yamaoka, aka, the ink is a great hugger. Happy ending(?)
You were brand new to the realm, like a new born baby. You didn’t understand what was going on, one night you went to bed and the next thing you know it’s the uncomfortable feeling of grass and wood sticks on your back. This was beyond clear that it wasn’t your bed.
You woke up scared as hell in an unknown forest to you, it’s was late at night you could tell and you didn’t met a single soul this far. All of that was vanished when the sound of what it seemed a camp fire stroked your ears, and for your surprise it wasn’t just a camp fire you could distinguish the sound of human voices too. It didn’t seem too far from were you currently were. So you walked a little faster while covering your chest with your own arms in a sutil attempt to combat the cold weather.
You stepped closer to the people in the camp fire to ask for help and maybe an answer to what was going on here. As you got closer could see a bunch of girls and a few boys. One of the girls had red hair and running clothes, the Oder one had short black hair, she was wearing glasses, the other one had also shirt hair, she was wearing a black and red shirt and loosen pants, on the other side; one of the boys was tall with very short black hair and when you herd him taking he had a british accent, the other boy had also black hair but it reached the mid of his face.
“Uhm, excuse me?” You said. Your voice low but clear. The red hair girl turned around to look at you. Suddenly everyone stopped talking.
“Oh my god…” The red hair girl stated. “Guys…I think we have a new partner!” She continued.
Everyone smiled at you and presented themselves. It turned out the red hair girl’s name was Meg Thomas, the girl with the glasses was Claudette Morel, the other girl was Nea Karlson, the British guy was David King and the other guy was Jake Park.
“Did you just arrived?” Claudette asked.
“Yeah…I don’t know where I am.” You stated.
“What’s your name girl?” Meg asked.
“Where are you from?” Another question, this time Jake.
“She’s gonna need a lot of help.” You herd David talking.
“Guys, why don’t we just let her sit with us and let her talk?” Nea said. It was the first time she talked.
You smiled for the first time.
You sat next to Meg and Nea and proceeded to tell every detail about you, your name, your age, where were you from. You told them that last night you had a fight with your parents and when you went to sleep you woke up here.
“We get you, we really do.” Jake spoke.
Everyone told you their personal story. How they end up here, but most important of all they told you what was going on in this place.
“There’s uhm…there’s something that we call the entity, that rules all of this place. She can do what she pleases with us and with everyone.” Nea talked looking at you.
“To survive and to keep every thing, no matter how small it might be, here with us, like some food and water, we have to go through trials.” Jake explained.
“Trials?” You asked confused.
“Yeah, we must repair five generators to open the exit gates.” Meg continued.
“That’s it? Just five generators? It’s a piece of cake…” you laughed.
“I wouldn’t say that if i were you…” David looked at you.
“Why not?” You talked back.
David sight, then he explained the most difficult part.
“We must face a killer that will be with us in the same place.”
“WHAT!? A real killer? Like from slasher movies?” You stated.
“Yes, a real killer.” David stated.
“N-no, no, I wanna go home, please!” You yell at the sky hopping this entity would hear you and somehow pity you.
Everyone looked at you with sad eyes, they knew you weren’t going home anytime sooner.
“Wish we could do something about it, I’m so sorry.” Jake spoke again after a long time.
You moved your head to the sides and looked down, a long sigh scapes your mouth. “Shit…” that’s all that came from you. Everyone remained silent for a while until you spoke again.
“So, how this trial thing works?”
“Well, the entity select some of us for the trial, four survivors to be exact. To help you in the trial you can carrie an object with you, this objects being a toolbox or a flashlight or a med kit and others. Every object has their own use, the toolbox can be use on the generators or to sabotage the hooks the killer use to hook us, by the way; the killer’s main goal is to hook us all in those hooks, flashlights are meant to blind the killer and save your teammates that se going to get hook, and last but not least the med kit as its name suggests can be use to heal yourself or your teammates. Also when you get hook-“ Claudette was interrupted by survivors who just came back from a trial. Four survivors emerged from the dar fog of this place.
“Gosh, that trial was so easy, I need something more challenging!” A young girl with blonde hair spoke.
“Hey Laurie, who was the killer this time?” David asked her.
Laurie? Like the same Laurie from the Halloween movies? You thought to yourself. The intrigue of knowing if you were right was eating your brain, you know you wouldn’t last any longer so you had to ask her.
“The trickster.” This girl said looking at David.
“Uhm excuse me, Laurie? Like Laurie Strode form the Halloween movies?” You finally asked her.
“Yes! I’m her. You must be new right?” She smiled back at you.
“Yes, in fact I got here a few moments ago.” You then proceed to present yourself.
“So nice to meet you! I know we’re gonna be good friends, watcha say new girl?” Laurie had a content face. New girl huh? You liked the new nickname.
“I hope so! By the way I loved that nickname!” Laurie smiled back at your words.
Nea joined your conversation with Laurie explaining further more how the trials work.
“Continuing with the trials, we’re gonna spawn in a map. In this map you will find certain constructions you can use to loop the killer, evade them or confuse them.
“Ok.” You listen very carefully to what Nea said.
Sooner than later you realize that some of the survivors that came with Laurie were from the Resident Evil game franchise. Leon and Jill were here, you wondered if others form the same games were too. You smiled when you saw Chris and Claire in this place too. You presented yourself like you did with everyone else and they seemed to like you as much as the rest did.
“We should tell you that some survivors came along with their respective killers, generally they are related to them. For example, Leon and me came along with Nemesis.” Jill explained.
“So…if you guys came along with Nemesis that means you Laurie came along with M-“
“Yes, I came along with Michael Myers.” She finished the sentence for you. The second you hear that afirmation you knew you no longer wanted to get back home.
“Gosh that’s awesome! I love the Halloween movies, as much as the Resident Evil games or the Scream movies. I love Halloween season so much, and Halloween loves me.” You gave the guys a mischievous smile.
“That’s great! But do let me tell you that most of the killers aren’t nice as us survivors. Some of them lack empathy and act rude. Tho I have to say some killers are nice sometimes.” Leon’s voice was calm but it sounded firm.
“I see, so uhm…Michael?” Your question was meant to find out how he acts in this place.
“Well, Michael has his “I think I could spare you” moments sometimes, but most of the time he just hooks us…he’s very accurate I would say.” Laurie didn’t have anything left to say about Michael.
You couldn’t help but feel a mix of disappointment and excitement, you wanted to face him so bad by now. Eventually the time for your first trial came, thankfully you weren’t alone, Laurie got picked too. You asume that the most optimal object to take with yourself for your first trial was med kit.
Soon the trial started and you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw that the killer you were going against was none other than Michael Myers himself. You were over excited, you wanted to say hi, let him know how much you liked his movies. You wander how he was going to act this time, you assumed since you were new maybe he could spare you. He was lurking near the generator you were currently working on, unaware you were conscious he was there.
Something inside you made you leave the generator and get closer to Michael. You could see he was stalking Jill, who was also picked with you, David was here too, somewhere on the map. You got closer and closer to Michael until you were near his back. The sound of a wood stick breaking under your feet gave you away. He stopped on his track and tilted his head to the left making you know he heard you. Your heart was ricing at this point. He turned around completely to face you. You could hear him breathing behind his mask. His blueish eyes analyzing you. The leafs under his feet made a cracking noise as he slowly walked towards you. Walking in circles around you he kept looking you up and down. Something form you caught his attention, maybe you reminded him form someone, he didn’t know. One thing was certain, besides looking you he was also stalking you. He made a final step in front of you, this time he was very near you. You instantly thought it was your end when he lifted his kitchen knife at you. You closed your eyes ready to get hit and downed, but the empty feeling of nothing tearing your flesh apart made you open your eyes. Yes, he was still there but his didn’t made a single move against you, he didn’t even tried to down you.
“I-i uhm know you! I love your movies.” You didn’t know why you said that. You felt so stupid. He didn’t answer of course he just tilted his head to the left.
He started moving forward through the map that’s stroke you late it was Haddonfield. You were following him, you didn’t fully understand why he didn’t try to kill you or stab you. Asking him questions didn’t seemed a bad idea to you tho. “So, how you end up here?” And another one “How long have you been here?” And another “Why don’t you talk?”, “Don’t you miss your home?”, “I told you i love your movies right? I think i did..” You even told him your name and your age and the place you came form, even how you end up here. But he never answered, all he did was stopping whenever you asked something and turn around to look at you.
Later than sooner you realize he was heading toward Laurie, who happened to see all the interactions between Michael and you.
“New girl? What are you doing?! RUN!” She screamed at you. She stepped forward to grab your hand, and just as she saw Michael was going for you she stepped in the middle of you to. Michael grabbed her instead. He grabbed Laurie by the throat and buried the long kitchen knife in her abdomen.
“OH MY GOD LAURIE!” You scream in panic. The young blond girl struggled against Michael who buried the knife deeper fully killing her.
“LEAVE HER ALONE PLEASE, DON’T HURT HER!” Blood leaving Laurie’s body as he throws her on the street asphalt. He lowered his knife for a second and walked to your side, he looked again at you, this time inches away from your face. You closed your eyes waiting for your inevitably fate, which it never came. He lifted his knife again and went for the rest of the survivors, Jill and you were left until it was only you.
“Shit…” you muttered to yourself. You were just meters away from Michael who was facing back at you and still had his knife up.
You heard a little noice of something opening near you, but Michel herd it too. This time walking towards you, ready to curse him you saw how he walked pass you a few meters away and turned to look at you again, this time putting his knife down. He look down at what it seemed to you like a little door on the street, and look back up at you. You didn’t understand. You catch up with him and looked him dead in his dark eyes.
“Fuck..you..and this place and your stupid movies!!” He gestured down to the little gate again.
“I don’t get it!! I don’t know what it means…freak.” You were really starting to hate him, or you were just scared. Claudette didn’t finish to tell you that this things happen frequently. Deaths happen frequently, but you just didn’t know it. Michael gestured one last time to the little door and then looked up at you.
“FUCK! I don’t want it! Screw you bastard!” You push him a little bit, you knew this time you went too far when he grabbed you by your throat and push you against the nearest parked car. You tried your best to hit him hard, unfortunately he didn’t even react.
“I-i can’t…can’t breath Mich-michael…” You felt your air leaving your lungs. He gave you his signature look and move his knife closer to you. Then you finally felt it. Cold, it sting like, you finally felt the pain. Then all over again, and again, and again. He stabbed you, more than once. He wasn’t stabbing vital points, he was going slow.
“Please…” You pleaded, in vain, cause he didn’t stop. Instead he got out all the knife and finally stabbed you deeper. Little pain sounds scaped your mouth, and for the first time on this place you cried. Then all turned black. Just like that you were gone.
Michael put your body down, surprisingly with gentle moves. He kept looking at your dead body noticing what was left of your tears. He wasn’t going to kill you. When he saw you for the first time moments ago something woke up in him, he didn’t know what it was. You intrigued him in a way nothing ever did before. He wasn’t bother by your questions, the first time he looked at you was because he didn’t know what to do, he analyzed your gestures your face, your eyes...the other times he stopped when you asked him a question was on purpose, he wanted to look at your precios eyes just to be sure he wasn’t making it all up. He didn’t want to kill you, but…why did you act like that? He wanted you to leave, damn he even offered you the hatch. The second those hurting words left your mouth he felt attacked. He was trying to be nice, to do something nice…why couldn’t you be nice to him too? He was hurt, you caught his attention, but you hurt him. Why? You even said you loved his movies, why were you being so rude to him? He let his knife fell to the street, looking down he brought one hand to his masked face and one single scream was heard on Haddonfield that night. He was the only one left there.
The feeling of your death still lingered on your body the first time you came back to the camp fire. Laurie, Jill and David were already there due to that they have been killed earlier before you. You couldn’t help but feel awful.
“He…killed…he killed us. Like we were nothing.” You sounded so disgusted.
“Yeah new girl…most of the time it is like this. We forgot to tell you that killers hook survivors to sacrifice them to the entity. Or sometimes they can kill us with their own hand…like Michael did.” Laurie explained. You were so relieved to know that even if you or anyone gets killed they came back.
“I tried to be nice…i-i really did. I even want sure if he was going to kill me, but then he got you Laurie…” You continued.
“I saw all of it. And it was rare! He never acted like that with new survivors.” Laurie exclaime surprised.
“What you mean?” You replied back.
“He wasn’t just stalking you…he seemed to be analyzing you as well…who knows for what or why?” Laurie confirmed.
“Well that didn’t go well did it? I think he hates me…”
“I think he saw something in you. He likes you…” Laurie’s word were spoken so low you didn’t hear her, tho the rest of the survivors did, and they shared the same theory. Because killers can be nice sometimes, you heard killers like Ghostface, or Deathslinger, or even Oni had a good side….but Michael? He was known to be nice just three or four times since he got in the realm. It was unusual his behavior. And they know it, specially Laurie who came with him and Danny the Ghostface who seemed to grow closer to Michael over the years.
On the other hand, in the distant across the camp fire were the killers. They were all in the same place, hanging and resting like survivors did. It existed a physical barrier that separated the camp fire form the killers. Both survivor and killer could get near this barrier but couldn’t cross it. Survivors could meet the killers on trials or if the decided to go to certain map or place. Once there they could interact. But some interactions were not allowed. It’s not like something bad would happen to the survivor or the killer, it was the fact that the entity didn’t want that in her realm. It was known that when a killer didn’t do well in the trial, the entity would punish them, maybe she would make them see something they fear or hurt them the most, something about their past maybe. This only happens when the entity consideres it necessary.
Danny, Kazan, Caleb and Herman were watching the trial. They were also surprised Michael tried to spare the new girl. Of course the also saw how you rejected the offer. Michael came back to the other side of the camp fire with the rest of the killers, head pointing down.
“Hey Mike, you’re okay?” Danny asked him, his vice distant due to the ghost face mask. Michael didn’t answer he just looked at him. It’s not that they didn’t hear him talking tho, this time he just chose to remain silent and walk away. Danny was going to follow him but Caleb stopped him.
“Leave him be, give him some space…” Danny looked at him, then his head turned to look at Michael walking away. His eyes looked down behind his mask. He then decided to walk away too.
“Rejection can hurt.” Kazan said. His English still had a fainted Japanese accent.
“Sure does.” Herman added.
Michael made sure there was nobody with him. Once he realized he was all alone, his hands reached the bottom of his mask and pulled it up, reveling his face. Long blond and a little dirty hair covered part of his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your eyes, the way you walked with him while asking questions, your hair, your face…then he remembered those harsh words leaving your mouth. He wanted to understand, he needed to understand so bad why, why did you do that? He was trying to be nice, he usually isn’t. He knows he’s mean, selfish, he has a dark twisted heart, if he even had one. He find himself surprised by the choice of letting you go, to leave through the hatch. He lives for the hunt, the cat and mouse play, the adrenaline he feels when he kills. He’s no good and he knows it very well. On the other hand he felt hurt at your words…he felt…something was wrong with him, it must be right? He never experienced anything let along feelings. So he got to the conclusion that he was just offended by some words. You had offended him, yet here he is, thinking non stop of you.
Back to the others, Caleb was taking with Kazan.
“I think…I think he either likes her or she became his obsession. I mean, she seems like a nice girl, we didn’t cross paths yet. He’s the first one she goes against.” Said Caleb.
“Dark, twisted, small and very broken, but he has it.” Kazan abruptly said. Caleb wasn’t following.
“Excuse me?
“Soul.” Kazan explained. “His soul is dark, twisted, small and very broken, but he has one.” He finished. Caleb rises an eyebrow at Kazans words as to say he is not understanding him.
“Souls, I can see. Souls, I can sense.” Kazan said.
“It’s that so? How’s mine then?” Caleb teased.
“Baka…” It wasn’t rare at all for the Oni to speak Japanese now and then, he just told Caleb he’s a moron.
“Oh come on Kazan! You know my Japanese it’s not fresh!” Caleb protested then saw Kazan walking away.
Days turned into weeks in the realm and you were getting better at trials and so far killer you face killer you got to like you, not as much as Michael apparently. The things with him didn’t change unfortunately. Whenever you two go against each other he tries to give you hatch even if he didn’t sacrifice anyone. All the words that left your mouth were hate words and curse words. You decided if he was going to hate you you will hate him back. Tho deep down you didn’t like that idea. Now and then you catch yourself waking pass the limit of the barrier, just in case you see him. At this point it was like a dynamic. You would face him in a trial, get at his nerves, sometimes he would try to give the hatch anyway but you always complain. And that ends in painful death. You felt like he kills you slower than the rest on purpose. He won’t admit that he also walks pass the limit of the barrier, but in his case he does see you, he sees everything thing you say or do. Of course he does this intentionally. He doesn’t know why he keeps torturing you like he does, or even why he keeps torturing himself watching you knowing nothing will ever happen. Maybe all he wants is to make you hurt, because that way he gets to hear you begging him and saying his name so low.
Michael…please. Stop it.
A soft beg said in a soft voice. All you ever mean by this is for him to stop killing you like he does. He gets you sacrificed sometimes, but you rather get sacrificed a million times than to feel the cold of his kitchen knife stabbing you deep in your guts in the most slow way possible.
By now, you have met all the survivors and went against every killer. But you were closer to Laurie, Nea, Jill, Leon, Yun Jin, Feng, Yui, Oni, Ghostface, the Deathslinger, the Spirit and Wesker. It’s not like you didn’t like the rest of killers and survivors, you just were closer with some. You would often speak with Wesker to hear about genetic stuff, and then you would tease him about some random word you thought it was funny. He would look at you and say something like:
“Hey don’t push me new girl, you will not want me to go Michael!” He laughed. His sense of humor was evident not shared with yours.
“That was not funny Albert.” You said, he looked down.
“I apologize.”
“Rude..” You smiled when you heard Kazan saying that when Albert left.
This far you couldn’t really complain about your staying here. You wish things with Michael were different tho. There was this time when you faced The Doctor, and you were carrying a flashlight, you were getting good at flashlight saves, everything was laugh and fun. You blind him several times, and save your teammates a couple of other time too.
“Hey stop it with the flashlight, new girl! I can call you new girl too right?” Herman asked, annoyed but with a yet friendly tone. In response you pointed the flashlight to his face and granted permission to call you bay your nickname.
“Come on!!! Stop it! I’m warning ya!” He yeld.
“Or what doc?” You really weren’t taking him seriously. Next thing you know is you’re hooked then unhooked, and hooked again. The second time one of your teammates unhooked you, Herman tunneled you and killed you with his own hands.
When you came back to the camp fire you were laughing like a maniac. You really had a good time, not fully caring if you got tunneled or not. Michael, on the other hand, didn’t like that. Not.a.single.bit.
What happened next? The next trial you went on, you and Feng were the only ones left, and guess what? Your were going against Michael, again. This time was different, he actually down you with normal hits and hooked you, it was your first hook when Feng tried to rescue you. It’s not necessary to say Michael grabbed her before she could unhook you. He grabbed poorFeng by the neck and then looked at you, then back at Feng, she knew what was coming. He killed her with his own hand many times before, she didn’t mind at this point. But you? Oh boy you did care…
“Michael…” You say terrified. He tilted his head, he didn’t say a single word but you knew he meant to say “what?” He lift her from the ground and started to get his knife out.
“No please…Michael,” You knew he saw that trial with Herman, you were having fun with the flashlight, then you got tunneled, but you didn’t care, why did he? You could tell it was some type of pay back on Herman, because Feng was his survivor. But..you weren’t his…
Of course Michael was getting his pay back, he just wasn’t going to admit it to you. Pay back exactly for what? For the tunneling? Or maybe was cause he saw you laughing and having fun with Herman instead of him. He thinks he deserves that from you too. Or maybe not, by the way he kept killing you he didn’t doubt why you hated him so much. He just didn’t know what to do. Deep down he must feel that he has to hurt you bad because you hurted him, you kind of rejected him, and one part of him resented you for that. But his other part knows that giving you the worst death of the trial was the only way to get you to talk nicely to him…the way you beg…maybe he wanted so bad to hear you beg cause he couldn’t let himself beg you for attention, for that thing he felt only wfor his mother and his little baby sister, a little bit of love.
Him? Begging? Michael Myers never begged. Victims beg him for mercy, beg him to spare them. He wouldn’t allowed to do that himself.
“Please!!! PLEASE!! LET HER GO!” He didn’t listen any of your words, and the tip of his knife threatened to go deeper into Feng’s belly. You didn’t know what else to do, what else could you say.
“I’m sorry Michael! I’m so sorry, it’s my fault!” The desperate plea for Michael to stop for a second. He knew you didn’t mean to apologize for how you been treating each other. You meant that Feng death was your fault. He turned to look at you. For a second you thought you got it, he would stop. Reality hitter you like a truck when you heard Feng’s desperate cries of pain.
“NOO! PLEASE! FENG!” You cried and sobbed hard. “I’m so sorry Feng.” You apologized to your already dead friend laying on the cold snow of Ormond.
“Why…” Tears falling from your eyes like waterfalls. “Why are you doing this to me? Why I’m not even allowed to have friends…I need them Michael…” you continued.
He remained silent.
“I fucking hate you…your making it impossible for me to be here!” You reclaim.
Imposible for her? He thought. You were the one who put his world and all he knew this entire time upside down. If your harsh words hurt him, this hurt him even more. All of a sudden he got closer to you, and closer….to the point you two were face to face. He hit you with his knife while you were hooked. It was already too late when he noticed that the sharp blade of his knife had cut deep on your throat.
Your face of sudden realization he sliced your throat and your were bleeding out was too much for him. He closes his eyes every time he kills you, but this was too much. This felt way more painful that his normal killing mode. Tears running down your face as you tried to cover your bloody throat in pain. Not being able to tolerate seeing you die like this in so, so much pain, Michael left. He left you there alone to die in the cold.
The trial ended and Michael came back before you, stepping into the other side of the camp fire with the rest of the killers, he was met with Danny, Kazan and Herman.
“Bro…was cutting her throat open really necessary there?” Danny asked him, not really judging him, cause after all you got sacrificed and that what counted. Michael leaned back against the nearest tree there. He looked at Danny, and for the first time since he met you he decided that talking wasn’t going to hurt him that bad.
“No it wasn’t. I don’t know why I did that.” He answered Danny’s question.
Herman decided to join the conversation too.
“Are you okay Michael?” Herman asked. Michael didn’t reply what he expected. He looked at Herman, and for one second he felt ashamed of what he did to Feng Ming, but specifically why he did it. And then something he never thought he would say.
“I’m sorry about Feng Ming.” Herman opened his eyes more…if that was even possible.
Michael gathered himself from the tree and walk away. Kazan made a gesture to Danny. Follow him, that’s what he was tending to say. Needless to say Danny got the hint almost immediately. Danny stood up and quickly tried to put up with Michael.
On the camp fire side, desperate cries and tears came down your face. It turns out that, since Michael cutted your throat while you were still on hooked, when you came back you found out by Laurie’s words that a thin but long scar adorned you neck. You couldn’t believe it. You loved using necklaces and stuff, but now? You wouldn’t be able to use one without the scar sticked to your neck like a bad tattoo.
“I can’t believe this…” You cried. You were so weak that Laurie was holding you by your left arm as Rebecca told you to go to the medical support room, which it was only another part of the camp fire, but with the few things Rebecca could gathered around to help, heal and examine other’s wounds.
“It’s ok girl…we got you.” Laurie reaffirmed. You wouldn’t stop crying. Rebecca was walking in front of you, and Laurie still by your side. You heard a distant “Michael wait!” You recognized that voice immediately.
Ghostface…Danny. You thought. You knew He was close with Michael so you figured out he must be with him.
If I see him I’ll kill him. You thought to yourself. Of course you knew the odds of actually killing a Killer were none, %0. But this time Michael has gone too far and now all you wanna do is tell him how bad he has hurt you. Was he even going to react at your words? Probably not. You turn to look at your left were the barrier was, and you were right. Ghostface was trying to keep up the pace walking Michael had. Laurie seemed to notice you notice Michael on the other side, and gesture to Rebecca to stay with you for a moment.
“Hey, Michael…HEY!” She spoke caughting his attention. Michael stopped and turned to look at Laurie as she got closer and closer to the barrier.
“What’s your deal with her?! You went too far this time! She came back crying and sobbing like an animal!” Michael didn’t react to her words, which only made you angrier. You stepped closer to the barrier as well next to Laurie, this time you were beyond hurt.
“Why…? Why you hate me su much?!” That’s all you could ask.
Michael looked at you but to he was showing no emotions, and you were really starting to suspect it was not due to his mask, you truly believed he hates you for something you couldn’t completely understand.
“You know what? Fuck it I’m done trying to talk to you and to ask-no, beg you to speak back to me and tell me what I did wrong…” tears running down your face.
Michael saw you crying, leaning against Laurie for help. The effort you did in your last trial with him was too much to handle for your little frame. Besides, the feeling of getting your throat cut open was awful. His eyes looked down behind his mask, he couldn’t stand seeing you like this. The sound of your cries and sobbing were tearing through his chest, straight to his heart, if he even had one. He didn’t put a name to what he was feeling and experience when you were with him or near him, all he knew was death, blood and pain. He couldn’t afford to feel anything else…right? With that in mind he turned around and walk away silently.
“Yeah, walk away…like you always do.” You said in a low tone. Throat still hurting for the previous abused it received. He pretend no to listen to what you say. He couldn’t help but feel how something inside started to break.
Michael wondered if the entity was going to do something about this eventually. Little did he know that in reality, the entity was amazed by you and how you treated Michael the first time you met him. Needless to say, that the entity knew how both of you felt for each other. And the only reason she was going to allow what she was going to do, was because she knew both, you and Michael, would react eventually and arrange the differences between you two.
The entity had a plan.
Michael kept stalking you from the dark the rest of the night, that’s how he found out you wanted a choker to cover up the nasty scar. He wasn’t alone tho, Danny was with him. “Ahh…I really would like a choker.” Those were your exact words.
“You heard that Mike?” Danny asked looking at him, smiling behind his mask. Michael nodded.
“I..want to apologize..for..everything I did to her.” Michael said, looking down, eyes to coward to look at you complaining about the scar, a scar he gave you.
“Hey! Now we’re talking!” Danny’s voice a little bit enthusiastic. “How you plan on doing that? I don’t think by just saying that she will even consider to forgive you man…”
“I’ve got an idea…” Michael looked at Danny, then proceeded to whisper in his covered ear what he was going to do.
“It sounds great Mike! You’ll will need lots of paper and fabric. Maybe your mask supplies might work that thing as well!” Danny said looking at your throat’s scar.
“I’m going to Haddonfield.” And with That Michael made his way to his own home town.
Michael spent all night on Haddonfield working on something to give you as for an apology. On the other hand, you didn’t do much, you didn’t had trials that day, until like 6 o’clock you spent your time talking with Kazan, and Danny.
“I don’t like my scar…”
“Scars are sings of fight, if you survive fights it means your strong, therefor scars shows strength.” Kazan spoke.
“I agree with this big red guy here.” Danny added.
“I guess your right guys.”
Somewhere meters away from you, on the killer side, Evan and Caleb were sharing a interesting conversation. You see, Evan since he’s been here long before most of the killers he can speak with the entity sometimes.
“So…your telling me the entity’s plan is basically hope for the best? There’s no way we can know how he will react to it. He has never been punished before!” Caleb said.
“We gotta trust her plan Caleb.” Evan said, his gaze looking up where the entity is supposed to be.
“I hope she don’t do wrong.”
“She never does, Caleb. She never does.”
Time passed and you keep talking with Kazan and Danny from your side of the camp. Danny telling you something about his camera you didn’t quite catch the meaning. It was so specific and technical you didn’t even try to understand it. Then you asked Kazan to tell you everything he knew about the Samurai. You’ve always loved Japanese culture, you wanted to go someday to japan too.
“I would have loved to travel to Japan…” Your voice flooded with sadness.
“It’s so beautiful…my country…I don’t doubt you would have love it.” Kazan replays.
You were so focused on your conversation with Kazan and Danny that you didn’t notice Michael joining them. When you saw him all the joy on your face instantly disappeared. It’s like you couldn’t had one minute alone, not even a day! Kazan and Danny didn’t understand your sudden change of mood.
“What the hell do you want now?” You said, eyes wouldn’t dare to leave that white mask of his.
Both Kazan and Danny looked at each other, raised their shoulders until they looked behind themselves.
“Guys, can we move somewhere else please? I don’t have time nor the energy to deal with this freak.” You said looking dead to Michael’s eyes. Danny examined Michael for a moment and noticed something in his right hand.
“New girl…” Danny looked at you.
“What??” You already sounded pissed.
“Please, just give him a moment…” He said. It was the first time you heard The Ghostface say “please”, so for the sake of it you listed.
Michael stepped closer to the barrier, Danny and Kazan gave him space so his now was positioned in the middle. He reached his right hand to the edge of the barrier beneath him and tossed something to your side. You looked at it confused.
“I don’t get it, the hell do you want?!” You yeld at him.
Michael looks down at the object then back up at you. He wanted you to grab it. You sigh ruin discomfort as you bent down to grab it. Still didn’t catching what it was. All you knew it was soft to the touch.
“And I’m still don’t getting it, maybe I’m just stupid or perhaps you should fucking talk to me already!!” You were getting angrier every minute.
“I think you should open it..” Kazan has an idea of what could it been, you said earlier that you hated your scar, so he though maybe it was a necklace. You looked at Danny for his opinion too. He just nodded.
“Agh!! The things I do for you guys…” You said, your voice still angry. Michael couldn’t help but to feel bad you wanted to spend time with them but not with him.
Your eyes filled with anger when you saw this thing was a choker, and you didn’t even know why. Deep down you wanted to forgive him, you just couldn’t seem to find a reason.
“Sorry.” A single word scaped Michael’s mouth. It was the first time he ever spoke to you. Yet you felt it wasn’t enough. This wasn’t a worthy apology.
“Sorry? SORRY?! That’s all you could came up with?
“New girl, I think you shou-“ You didn’t let Danny finish.
“Your pathetic! Your fucking pathetic you hear me? I can’t believe I told you I loved your movies. How I regret that, I regret being nice to you..” You were angry as ever.
The bad treat continued, once, twice..you couldn’t count how many bad, nasty and hurting things you said to him.
“Childish!”
“Coward!”
“Fuckin evil!!”
“I hope you die fucking bastard, I want you dead!”
You tossed back the choker to the other side in contempt, and when you finished something scaped your mouth. Something that even in the most agitated of situations you wouldn’t even think of saying.
“Your mom was a fucking whore, a filthy slut. I bet she didn’t even wanted to have you in the first place!! Why don’t you just leave me alone, damn it!” You yelled at him hitting the invisible barrier that separated you from him and your friend killers. You knew thanks to the movie his mom used to be a stripper. His heart skipped a bit when you said that. Now he knew for sure he had a heart.
If he was hurt before now he was torn to pieces. But what torn apart his heart the most was knowing that, despite what you had just said, what he felt for you didn’t change a damn bit. With no more further a do, he proceeded to walk away. Danny followed him as usual, trying to get him to stay.
“Come on Mike! Don’t leave.” He yelled. “You went way too far kid…Kazan, looked at the choker.” He continued, he notice something written inside the choker, you just hadn’t seen it. Kazan took the little fabric from the dirty ground, wipped of the dirt and read it. Danny far gone by now.
“Kazan…? What does it say?” You asked him.
“You made me human…” This words stabbed you right in your chest. You knew very well the pain of getting stabbed, but this? This can’t be compared.
You felt awful. Why did you said that? It’s not like you even meant it. You felt your eyes filling with tears again at what you just said to him. All alone you thought that hurting him back the way he’d hurt you would make you feel better. But it didn’t. It just made you feel worse. Like you had no soul.
“I…I really messed up here, didn’t i? Kazan?” You looked at his red Oni mask.
“I’m afraid you did…” He confessed.
“Oh my god…what did I do?” You tried to see if you could find Michael with your eyes from your side of the camp. What you didn’t know was that the moment Michael tossed you the choker he made the entity put to work her own plan. You could hear a distant voice, again it was Danny.
“Hey, Mike! Hey!! Michael!” Danny exclaimed, yet no answer from Michael. Danny’s exclamations for Michael became more and more audible. Something was wrong, you knew it, you could feel it. You ran in direction of Danny’s voice.
“Dude wake up! Michael!” Danny kept saying. You got there panting and sweating. Kazan followed a little bit after.
“What’s wrong with him?” You asked.
“I don’t know, he was like this when I catch up with him.”
You could see his body was struggling. His left hand holding his knife, knukles white as milk. His breathing could be heard from where you were. He was getting trouble to breathe. Soft pants and groans suddenly left his mouth too. He sounded like he was in pain, but physically he looked fine. No blood or sings of injuries. It take you a lot of effort to notice through his eyes of his mask that his real eyes were glued shut and a few tears running down.
“Oh my god…his eyes! Look at his eyes.” You told Danny.
“He’s crying!” Danny said surprised.
“Something’s wrong with him. Something’s wrong with him!” You exclaimed. His groans and pants became louder.
“Ahh agh…” Michael complained. Hearing him like this putted you on desperate mode. You tried hitting the barrier unsuccessfully, even kicked it several times.
“Please let in through!” You yelled at the sky, knowing the entity will hear you.
“Do something, guys. Help him! I can’t do anything from here!”
Danny tried to shake his body. No responce. Kazan snaked his body even harder. Again, no response. You noticed some pamphlets in the ground near his boots. You pointed this out to Danny and Kazan. It didn’t took you long to realize that those were her mother’s stripper pamphlets. So did Ghostface and Oni.
“He’s being punished…” Kazan said.
“What? Why?!” You cried. “It’s because of the choker?” You asked.
“Maybe, we don’t know.” Danny spoke.
“No! Please, it’s not his fault it’s mine! I’m the one who should be punished. Please!” You begged to the entity. At this point Michael had his head looking up. Grantings of pain still scaped his mouth.
“No Michael, Michael…listen to me!” You looked at his poor suffering form. “I was wrong. I was wrong! All of this wasn’t your fault. I overreacted, okay? And your mom? Your mom was a beautiful person. She did everything she could for you and both your sisters! I was wrong Michael. I’m so sorry…so so sorry! I didn’t mean anything of this to happen…” You sobbed while explaining yourself. Michael managed to look down at you.
Desperation taking over your body, you punched and kicked the barrier. Demanding the entity to let you in just this once.
“Please!! Please, i-I’ll do anything!” You begged her.
From the distant, Caleb and Evan could hear your screams. They know what was already happening, that’s why the decided that not interfering was the best option. Nothing could have prepared the people on this realm for what was about to happen. Your hands banging the barrier were suddenly met with grass and dirt. You fall, that was for sure. But you had fallen into the other side of the camp. To everyone’s surprise, there was no barrier separating both camps anymore.
“Did just the barrier…” Caleb asked Evan. “What did just the entity do?”
“Allowing what was not allowed.” Evan sounded happy. The entity’s plan was working.
You didn’t have time to enjoy your new freedom nor did you killer friends. As soon you got up you went straight to Michael. Holding him by his broad shoulders, you reassured him.
“I’m here Michael! I’m here. Please come back to me.” You begged him, this time was different. You noticed his hands still struggling and clenched. You grabbed the hand that was holding the knife to see if you could easy some of that tension. Worried eyes examining his mask to catch any sign that he was okay.
Suddenly his struggling stopped and his head went down. Your hands fly up to grab his masked face only to be met by his free hand around your neck, squeezing tightly.
“Dude what are you doing?!” Danny yelled.
“Michael, it-it’s me…” Your air leaving your lungs. His hand dangerously tight around your neck. Threatening to break it right there.
“Judith…” He growled. The entity no longer had him seeing the posters of his stripper mother, his school bullies or his stepfather. Now he was having living flashbacks of his older sister, Judith.
“N-no, Michael please, y-you know me…” It was getting hard for you to speak due to the lack of oxygen.
“Don’t speak.” His hand squeezing harder. “I hate you.” The flashbacks of his selfish sister were really getting to him. It all was so real to him that without noticing he was getting his knife near your belly again.
“Dude-dude, if you killer her she’s not coming back, she’s it coming back Michael!” Danny said trying his best to help you. Michael looked at him for one second or two, then he continued to reach for your belly. In a desperate measure, Danny took off his ghostface mask and grabbed Michael’s hand that was holding his signature kitchen knife.
“Mike, who am i?” Danny asked. Another desperate attempt to make him come back to himself.
“L-loomis.” Michael growled at him.
“No, Michael you know me, come on! Who am i? He asked again.
“D-danny..Danny.” Michael said. You could see the tears in his eyes. He was fighting this.
“Good! Good, now, who is she? You got this you know her.” Danny cheered him up. Michael looked at you, eyebrows frowned.
“J-j…Judidth.”
“No..” You left out a sight. You cried even harder when you noticed Michael raising the knife up.
“Dude stop!!” Danny yelled again, this time ready to do something about it but Kazan had to hold him down.
“Let me go Kazan!”
“You’re only going to make it worst.” He stated, holding Danny down.
“Michael..” You sobbed. You prepared yourself when he got ready to stab you. One final stab, and you were going to see dark…fall to eternal sleep. One last thing scaped your mouth before closing your eyes.
“I love you, Michael Myers…” it was low, you hadn’t much air left. But you didn’t want to leave this world without letting him know this. You glue shut your eyes one last time to embrace his final stab. You even heard Danny screaming “Stop!! Stop it!!!” You were ready now, waiting patiently for your inevitable fate. You flinched your eyes anticipating the blade, but the blade cutted through nothing. You opened your eyes. Somehow you succeeded to get Micheal back. The entity’s plan had worked without you even noticing. He let you fell to the ground so as he did with his knife. Danny and Kazan ran to help you get up. You tried to reach for Michael’s arms but he rejected your touch.
“No…i-i” That was all he could say.
“It’s not your fault Michael.” You assure him. But he just took off leaving the three of you there. He wasn’t the only one afraid to keep touching you it appear. Danny hand left your arm and Kazan took a step back. You gave them a “I’m not following you guys” look.
“It’s just that…this barrier thing, never happened before. We never touched you before, none other than to kill you ir sacrifice you…” Danny spoke for both of them, Kazan and himself.
You reached your hand to Danny’s uncovered face, and cupped it in your warmth. He embrace it immediately. Closing his eyes and smiling.
“You look better with the mask off.” You laughed, he did the same.
“If you say so…”
“Kazan…come here!” You told him with opened arms. He seemed hesitant at first.
“Come…” You insisted, smiling.
“Hug?” He asked.
“Yes!” You exclaimed. The tenderness in his hug cought you by surprise for such a big and buffed man like him.
You stayed like that for a few minutes until Michael was the topic of conversation again. You asked Danny where he might have gone.
“I think I know where..” He said.
The single Street and the kind of trees in the block gave the map away very fast. You were again on Haddonfield.
“I know he sometimes comes here to make mask or whenever he feels bad or angry…I don’t know which house it’s his house tho.” Danny explained.
“Oh don’t worry I know which one is it.” You looked at his still uncovered face.
“Okay, good luck New Girl…if he doesn’t speak right away you should come back later.” He said ready to leave when you said one last thing to him.
“You know Danny…your not that bad after all.” It was the first time he heard you call him by his real name, it always had been “hey ghost!” Or “Ghostie!” It felt good hearing that coming from someone he considered a friend.
“You know y/n…Michael wasn’t wrong after all.”
“I don’t follow.”
“You did made us human after all.” You smiled at his statement then he walks back to the camp.
Once you reach Michael’s house you stepped in. Thinking to yourself he must be upstairs you went up. There was only one room with its door opened. Michael must be in there. You were reaching the end of the stairs, walking as slowly as possible to not give your self away. The house wasn’t helping much tho, with each step you made the wood underneath you cracked. He wasn’t unnoticed to the sound he thought perhaps was the wind since he had the windows open. Your small frame compared to his made a silhouette on his door frame.
Once inside his room you could see he had fully decorated its walls with handmade masks he had done himself. Just like in the movie, but that was on the prison cell instead of his real room. You saw him sat in a chair near a wooden desk. His mask still on, his head was down. His chest moving up and down.
"Michael…" You soft voice soothed his ears. He looked at his left, letting you know he knew you were there. "I'm not here to fight you. Not anymore." You said. Michael didn't react. His breathing sounded soft. Him not having any type of reaction made you move closer to him, until you were besides him. Your left hand resting on his right shoulder. Your eyes wondering the masks hanged on the wall in front of you.
"They are beautiful. You know that?" You told him giving his right shoulder little masages. He looked up to contemplate them. You didn't know how you went from looking masks to have him face to face again and your back pressed yo the wall. By now you were expecting nothing less than a kiss. He grabbed you by both your shoulders and lowered his head until it was pressed against your left collarbone.
This is not a kiss. You thought.
Soft sobs could be heard behind his mask, they were muffled by the same, but you were able to hear them. Then suddenly, he spoke again.
“I’m so…so sorry.” Your heart melted at his words and you couldn’t resist but to hold him tight against your little chest compared to his. More muffled sobs coming from Him.
“It’s okay…I’m the one that should be apologizing.” You replied back.
“You already did.” He lift his head to look at you.
You felt the urge to know how he looked behind that mask. What was he hiding. You didn’t have to take out his mask to know he was beautiful. Took your hand move to the edge of it. Michael moved his head back, hesistant.
“Let me see you Mike.” Hearing you calling him Mike was all he needed.
Pulling the mask up with little effort was necessary to take it off. And just as you spectated, he has long blond curly hair, blueish eyes a big, but yet straight nose, and plump heart shaped lips. A beautiful face, just as you thought. You cupped his face with your hands just as you did with Danny.
“You’re beautiful Michael.” Your voice like a sweet whisper. He touched your lips with his thumb, caressing them like it was a newly found treasure. His treasure.
The feeling of his chapped lips on yours was inevitable. Tho he seemed to be the first to started it, as soon as he started he wanted to finish, scared you wouldn’t like it. But you insisted to kiss him longer. You wanted more. It didn’t matter that his lips were chapped. Eventually you two separated to get some air.
“You’re beautiful.” You reassured him again. He put his forehead against yours.
“And you’re the most beautiful human I ever seen.” He replied, voice deep and low. “Y/n?” He added.
“Yeah?”
“I love you too.” He finally said it. Finally admitted it and gave it a name.
A little time went by and now you were sitting on his lap seeing how he made masks. Your left arm wrapped around his shoulders for support.
“So, I put more glue over here and…we are done.” He was showing you how he made his masks.
“This seems interesting to make.” You replied.
“Are you sure you never done this before?” His mouth forming a little smile. Not fully believing you never done a paper mask before.
“Oh well…you caught me. I did. But a like to see you make them.” You said honestly.
“How cute.” Your heart flinched at his words and your cheeks flushed. “I like it when you flush”
“Stop it Michael!” You gave him a little tug on his coverall.
“Never.” He said looking into your eyes and give your nose a quick kiss.
You spent the rest of the night like this, laughing your lungs out and doing disasters with his glue.
That night loud voices were heard at Haddonfield. The difference this time was that Michael wasn’t alone, he had the best company he could’ve asked for.
I hope you enjoyed this! Sorry if there’s misspellings, English it’s not my mother language, have mercy please 🥹 I’m open to requests!!