Being Childhood Friends With The Slashers

Being childhood friends with the Slashers

Slashers; Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Ghostface (Billy Loomis + Stu Macher), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG + RZ), Thomas Hewitt

To think that you were so close with them, it’s almost as if it weren’t coincidental.

• Billy Lenz

You only recall Billy as one of the only friends you had who had been so willing to try out all the weird dares back in middle school. You were fond of his strange antics, as it made you giggle at times. You kept his secrets as well, pinky promising him. Billy was really happy that day, his small hand holding yours the whole time. You never really thought you’d ever interact with him again after he had been pulled from public schooling altogether.

—

“___… ___’s here! Billy’s gotta call.. Right? Right! ___’s coming here!” Billy whispered under his breath, barely able to contain himself as he picked up the rotary right as you stepped inside the sorority home. He saw you from the attic window, your appearance remarkably the same, in which he identified in an instant. It made him giddy.

“Hello?” A voice responded. Someone that wasn’t you. Billy began to scream, his screams were calling for you all while he was simultaneously insulting the person on the other end. You were concerned, though you held the phone to your ear when one of the girls handed it to you teary eyed before exiting. 

You didn’t expect to hear someone blabbering expletives and curses on the other end as he signed off with the name, ‘Billy’. What you didn’t expect was to recognise that voice, no matter how loud and unintelligible it was.

“Billy.. Billy..” That was when you realised, shock overtaking you. “Is that really you, Billy?” You murmured. You looked around the room nervously, though you were relieved that nobody was around.

“___!” He cheered, repositioning himself on his stomach as his kicked his legs. He was absolutely delighted to know you still remembered him, a coo escaping him.

• Bubba Sawyer

You had known the Sawyers since you were little, your family having been quite close with them as your father had been working at the same slaughterhouse as they did. With the automation of the slaughterhouse, your parents decided to move in response to it, much to your protests that went ignored. After moving away, contact with them began to lessen and got a lot more harder—though you missing them had gotten a whole lot more bigger, especially for Bubba. He was always so kind to you. 

—

You didn’t expect your visit through the heart of Texas to have you running into the man you missed.

You saw that Bubba had been maskless, washing his face and his bloodied arms in the pond,  maybe he was finished with butchering meat. The pond tugged at your heartstrings, seeing that it was where he and you always went to whenever your parents were busy. 

“Bubba!” You hollered his name, your voice startling him at first. When he saw you, he was quick in running over to you. His pig-like squeals were amplified, wrapping his arms around you tightly. To the average person, those sounds from him would be unnerving—but you found it a familiar sort of assurance.

• Ghostface

  • Billy Loomis

Billy was initially distant with you when you tried to talk to him at school, though he crawled back to you at the end of the day, shyly asking to be your friend in school. He would excitedly talk to you about movies, more specifically action. You reciprocated by rambling about the movies you’ve watched, too. Billy became something of a quiet protector, though, you two were already difficult to tear from one another in the first place, as it resulted in Billy being petty in the ways he sought for your attention. This friendship continued on until you made it to Woodsboro High, Billy making sure to keep his eye on you as he continued on with his plan.

—

Billy patted at the seat beside him, a smug smile across his features as he began to eat at his sandwich. You followed suit, setting down the books you had been holding onto from the previous class. 

“How’s Mrs. Lake? She any good of a teacher?” Billy asked, chuckling at the sight of you huffing in frustration.

“Don’t even talk about it.. Anything you up to tonight?” You changed the subject, Billy catching onto it quickly, having known you for a long while. He nodded, a smile appearing now.

“I’m going to make a call tonight, nothing much, really.” 

After answering, Billy returned to his sandwich after doing so, ending the conversation right after.

  • Stu Macher

Stu had been dubbed as a problematic child long before you were even enrolled into the school. From what was honestly meant to be a day long interest in the new kid, Stu found himself quickly getting attached to you. He honestly craved the fact that you readily accepted him as he was and helped him focus on class in that really gentle way you did. Imagine his reaction when he heard the news that the school had offered you to be his aid in class, with you accepting it in a heartbeat? He was absolutely ecstatic. This arrangement continued until you two were in Woodsboro High, that fact itself had him quietly grateful. 

—

“Uh, hey ___?” You hummed softly, indicating to him that you were listening. His tone alone already had you knowing what it was that he wanted. You quickly passed him your notes for him to copy down. 

Stu smiled wide, patting your back as he always did. You knew that he couldn’t help the fact that he struggled finding ways to focus, so you always made sure to keep things easy for him to understand and recognise. By then, you always got the news from Stu as he boasted about the grades he had improving significantly.

“Andddd.. It’s all thanks to you~” Stu cooed, hugging you gently—which was uncharacteristic, but it showed how grateful he was. 

• Jason Voorhees

You were practically attached to the hip with Jason, having been promoted to being his buddy throughout the time you were in camp. You didn’t mind it all. You met him purely by accident, being far more interested at the drawings he made at the bench that was behind the mess hall. Jason’s mother saw you, and the rest was history. You didn’t understand what was it with the others attending camp, but you made sure to protect him whenever you could from those bullies. You were pulled away from camp due to complications that you never knew. You honestly felt heartbroken when you found out what really happened.

—

Years passed.

No matter how long it had been, you couldn’t help but feel as if you failed Jason. 

You shed many tears for him once you found out. If only you weren’t sick on that day, you could have stopped those cruel kids from throwing him in.

Here you were, resting white chrysanthemums on the bridge, right by the spot where it happened. It was quiet, as you would have expected, really.

You were startled by the sight of a hulking man donning a hockey mask as he stared at you.

What you didn’t expect was him dropping to his knees as if he didn’t want to intimidate you.

• Michael Myers

  • ’78/OG

OG clung onto you similarly to a cat with a toy trapped in its jaws, unwilling to let go. His possessiveness over you was as prominent as it could possibly appear, making sure that he scared away the boys and girls who shyly came up to you in an attempt to play. You were his only playmate, never to play with another unless you wanted to betray him. That fact remained prevalent even after the incident on Halloween, due to your aura seeming unwelcoming to others ever since that day onwards.

—

You watched the news, overwhelmed with emotion as you read the headline over and over.

MICHAEL AUDREY MYERS: ‘EVIL INCARNATE’ PATIENT BREAKS OUT FROM SMITH’S GROVE SANATORIUM AFTER DECADE-LONG DORMANCY

“After all this time, you decide on escaping now.” You murmured, checking the calender. You sighed quietly at the coincidence. You felt a presence behind you a good few feet away, feeling eyes on your back. Having known Michael for as long as you did, a small smile now formed on your face.

“How fitting for you. Welcome home, Michael.” You whispered, turning around to face your friend after so long.

  • RZ

RZ didn’t expect to make friends, seeing how it was his family that had him endure terrible treatment at school. He was surprised that you became someone who he felt protective over, being sure to keep an ear out for anybody who dare speak ill of you. While his size was puny in comparison to the other boys at school, he sure knew how to torment someone. RZ often pulled mean pranks, even going far to put his hobby of photography into the mix of the student’s bags. He even made sure to get the most gruesome shots to creep them out further. They stopped after a while, and he was never really caught per say… until that fateful night of Halloween, of course.

—

You didn’t know if it was purely by luck, but Michael found you as he basked in the aftermath of his murder spree. You were heading home, feeling eyes on you. You shivered, assuming it was due to a heightened paranoia ever since Michael had been taken away to the sanatorium.

You returned home, placing your keys on the side table. It was once you heard the back door creak open did you whip your head in its direction. Before you stood a man in a boiler suit who donned a white rubber mask. You remembered it all too well, knowing how it was one of a kind.

One thing that you knew especially was that mask your Michael wore on that Halloween night.

“Michael..” You muttered, his hand grabbed at his mask. He removed it, unveiling the long hair that he hid under it, further proving your statement. He stepped forward, his hand out for you to take.

• Thomas Hewitt

You were extremely close with the Hewitts, despite your parents warning you that it wasn’t for the best to form attachments; especially with people and places that aren’t permanent. You went ahead and did it anyway, being friends with Thomas Hewitt. He was the youngest of the Hewitt family and you learnt that he was really skillful with his hands in sewing. When you left you given Luda Mae your number for him to take. In exchange, he gave you a handmade handkerchief as his own version of goodbye to you right before you left, which made you cry on the spot. You kept in touch with him regularly as you moved, your relationship with him remaining as close as ever despite the distance.

—

“Guess what, Tommy!” You said, holding the phone closer to your ear as you felt your excitement course through you.

A grunt of curiosity escaped him, allowing you to elaborate on your words. He was in his bedroom, his head tilted to the right to avoid holding the phone as he sewed.

“I’m passing through Texas for something. Do you know what it means, Tom?” You asked giddily, your voice airy and light—indicating your elation. Thomas perked up at that, a few chuffs from him as if he wasn’t sure about it entirely, but a good feeling began to form. 

“I’m going to meet—no, I’ll be meeting you soon!” You answered, unable to keep it quiet any longer.

Thomas paused on his sewing, making sure he heard that right.

“We’re finally going to be able to catch up face to face after—how long has it been? Ah, it’s been so long…” You sighed as you moved on to ramble what you could do.

With that confirmation, Thomas reacted with his foot thumping against the wooden flooring excitedly.

Sure, Hoyt was annoyed, but Thomas couldn’t care in that moment.

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mmmay I request Wesker x reader but reader was/is a test subject for Umbrella?

maybe a touch of yandere too 👉👈

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When you were in Umbrella…you were moreso their property, their experiment, a little weapon. They were amazed by your own immunities and how you stayed human and whole while other experiments lost their human form and their intelligence. You, on the other hand, were fine. Little did the viruses even do to your body, and they were interested. There was only one person who overlooked your experiments with…a form of fascination. Watching your progress with certain viruses, how they either enhanced you or did nothing to you, how some would change while inside your body and create something new. It fascinated him. You were fascinating to Albert Wesker.

It was because of that fascination that led him to taking you with him when he left Umbrella. It led to you seeing the outside world for once, and although he was a mercenary now, stealing information. That didn’t stop him from his fascination with you. He had his own lab that he made with the funds from being a mercenary, and continued to make sure your body was in regular health. With all the injections you had over the years from Umbrella, it was just to make sure you were safe and healthy.

Wesker would take you out to different places, things you had never seen. Your eyes were brighter when you started to see the outside world, your tone was happier, your smile was so bright. And he was happy that you were so colorful now compared to how dull and apathetic you were in Umbrella’s custody. Although, he did technically kidnap you and steal you from Umbrella, you seemed happier and he wasn’t going anywhere without you.

Even when he started working for Tricell and Excella became more of nuisance for him, he made sure they all knew that you were off limits. You were his and his alone. Perhaps he saw you as an equal, perhaps he pitied you, perhaps he felt a kinship with you after learning the truth from Spencer.

Whatever the case, what you could tell was how happy he was when you were around. He loved you so much, and he always made sure you knew how much he adored you.

Just a problem though.

He wanted to see how your body would react to Uroboros.

Deathbed Companion reader (intro)

You showed up out of the blue

One of the survivors stumbled upon your realm by accident

It wasn't a killer map they saw in trials

It was a graveyard, illuminated by the moon and overrun by a thick fog

The night air was fresh and cold

They wandered deeper and found a large mausoleum

They push open the heavy stone doors. Its loud as the stone scrapes the ground

What they find inside is.......revolting

They find you

You've awoken from all the ruckus and sat up on the flat top of the marble tomb

You lock eyes with the survivor

Your (s/c) skin seems lifeless and pale. You're naked as you bring your blanket to your chest. Laying next to you is a rotting corpse

What the hell did the entity bring this time?

Once bitten, twice shy

Wesker sees firsthand how dangerous your teeth actually are.

Transported au

It was supposed to be a normal mission. Get in, get the information needed, and get out. However, the information was a person, a witness. And they weren’t talking. They were also getting increasingly violent as the interrogation went on. So when it was the rookie’s turn, your turn, to go in and try to get information out of the guy, everyone else was a bit wary.

Even Wesker posted himself nearby just in case of something going wrong. And boy did something go wrong.

You said some words that got under the man’s skin, and he lashed out, throwing punches and trying to hold you down and before Wesker could intervene, you bit the guy on the hand and drew blood. His entire thumb was in your mouth and his skin in-between your teeth, and you chomped down hard. Enough for a distinct cracking noise to be heard before you let go, letting the man scamper away from you, holding his hand.

The pick up came not long after, and the man’s hand was being looked at by another medic on a separate pick up van.

When you all returned to the precinct, Wesker was informed by the medic that the man would have to have his hand amputated to stop the infection from the bite the rookie gave, and that he was willing to give up all information as long as you didn’t come near him again.

Your mouth was apparently poisonous to the man’s skin and blood. Causing multiple issues with his hand’s circulation, and shutting down the white blood cells in the hand, letting the bacteria from your bite to infect the wound. You even broke his thumb with your teeth.

Wesker was quiet for a moment before nodding at the medic and pulled you into his office.

“Your bite on that man’s hand is causing him to get it amputated.” He started, you looking relatively unfazed by the whole situation, “Care to explain how that happened?”

“I don’t know what to tell ya, Captain.” You replied, leaning over to him, “I’ve always had…this.”

At that point, at that moment, did Wesker realize that you weren’t joking.

Your teeth were sharper than his, salvia dripped from every incisor and sharp end of each tooth.

You were a human. You were an animal. You were the predator. And he was a mere mimic of one.

Soooo Waylon x Jake ?

(new hc: Jake has no idea how technology works XD )

Vampire Angels 🧛🕊️// Obey me ! Nightbringer