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This blog will be used to satiate my affection toward the slashers as I intended.
The activity status of this blog will vary, apologies in advance!
Underneath the line break will have all the necessary information you need, such as my rules for requesting and the list of slashers i write for. (:
⏠About me
Call me S. I donât mind any pronouns youâd choose to refer to me as.
My personal favourite slashers are of course those from the classic crew: Billy Lenz, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers and Bubba Sawyer.
I write mostly on a whim, though I try to not overwhelm people with the ideas I have, hence my âlack of interacting with others firstâ. Take care of yourselves, and thank you for reading this!! (:
#from the desk of s. is the tag I use answering questions and any related matter.
⏠Rules
By default, the reader will be gender-neutral, though, pronouns are usually kept at a minimum. I write in a âsecondary perspectiveâ, where âyouâ and âyourâ pronouns are used.
Formats for Headcanons, Drabbles, Imagines, Oneshots and Series are established. (:
You may request for certain slashers.
You may also request for continuations on any pre-existing post for a certain slasher (or a few slashers). Be as descriptive as youâd like with the request, I will see what I can do!
For oneshots and story requests, please directly message me so that we can discuss how the storyline may flow. (: Please take note that these pieces may leak past 2,000 words!
I can also frame the pieces I write in a platonic, romantic or an ambiguous way. The latter is what I will write unless stated otherwise by the requester!
Racist, hateful or any forms of bigotry sent in the ask box will be ignored and deleted, please be respectful!
What I WOULD write:
⢠Comfort, Domestic, Fluff
⢠Realistic / Canonically driven works [Includes gore and the mess that often comes with itâŚ]
⢠Angst
What I WONâT write:
⢠Character/Character pairings.
⢠Incest
⢠Paedophilia
⢠NSFW
⏠Slasher List
⢠Billy Lenz
⢠Ghostface
- Billy Loomis
- Stu Macher
⢠Jason Voorhees
⢠Jedidiah âBubbaâ Sawyer
⢠Michael Myers
- â78/OG
- RZ
⢠Thomas B. Hewitt
^ Last updated on 14/12/2022! Slasher list to be expanded soon. (:
Hi!! I hope youâre doing well and taking care of yourself! Make sure to drink and eat, I know itâs really easy to get caught up in writing!
Hello, thanks for dropping by with this ask!!
This gets a little long, so it's under the cut. (:
Itâs been a while since I have posted anything, that of which I apologise for, and I had not looked into Tumblr as much save for the slasher fanart that I occasionally see, haha.
I see the requests, and they vary a lot from writing length and the subject matter inside. It does not mean I do not appreciate the requests, I really am grateful you guys take to me as the blog to drop your requests in.
Your requests will be answered soon, give me some time!
Take care of yourself, too. (:
Expect a drabble of Thomas, thatâs all I can say.
No matter the outcome, changes form in the little ripples that are strewn across the ocean. Not a single ripple is left unnoticed, and the ocean never forgets.
ŕź Simple Interference ŕź
An ă Aoânung / Reader ă Series . . .
In which Aoânung finds himself sharing peace with a stranger, a small island now his best kept secret.
⤡ STORY TYPE : Series , slow burn , follows canonical timeline [though slightly tweaked] , ambiguous relationships [with implied romance] , realistic , eventual angst
⤡ WARNING[S] : [Eventual] major character death , [eventual] detailed description of war and violence , mentions/descriptions of blood and gore , destruction of flora and fauna , emotional conflict , moral ambiguity
⤡ ADDITIONAL : Naâvi [Liâfya leNaâvi] will be in useânot only in place of certain words, but sentences as well. Translations will be provided, though, so no worries. [Y/N] will not be in use, but rather [___]. The reader is Naâvi, though their description is kept ambiguous. The story is also written in the second perspective, where âyouâ, âyourâ pronouns are used. Please take note that English is not my first language, so please bear with me.
ACT â ⌠RECOGNITION âźâť SOON.
⼠âAre you saying that because you have seen everythingââ You crossed your arms before continuing. ââor the fact that the ocean is all you have ever known?â
ACT â Ą ⌠FAMILIARITY âźâť SOON.
⼠âSo, you and Rotxo went out swimming past Eclipse? Is that it?â She asked, curiosity peeking through those doe eyes.
âI wasnât with Rotxo.â
ACT â ˘ ⌠TRUST âźâť SOON.
⼠âNitram oe âefu, ma Aoânung. I feel that way because you are finally being honest with me.â
ACT â Ł ⌠ADVERSITY âźâť SOON.
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ACT â ¤ ⌠ADMISSION âźâť SOON.
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Reblogs and likes are not at all necessary, but are appreciated if you do so. I enjoy interacting with users, more specifically.
Irayo nĂŹtxan for reading this far. KĂŹyevame ulte Eywa ngahu! [Good-bye and may Eywa be with you!]
If you are interested in an Avatar: The Way of Water reader insert with Aoânung, keep an eye on this... I'd recommend for you to keep an eye on this! (:
I am growing more comfortable being more open here, expect more responses and interactions.
The next post from me will be another request fulfilled, leaving me with 14 more left to complete. I'll see you all by then!
Hiii! I wanted to ask whoâs your favorite slasher to write for?
Hello!! Thank you for taking the time to make this ask. (:
My favourite slasher to write for the most would most definitely be Stu Macher, the character having grown on me when I had received an influx of requests for specifically him!
I am honoured at the fact that people enjoy my works so much so they wish to see more.. I apologise for the lack of responses, though, as I have been particularly busy as of late. ):
But I promise that posts will be coming in soon, with much more cohesiveness in the writing. English is not my first language, after all, haha. ^^"
Besides that, I hope this answers your question, anon! Have a great day/night!!
Omg Slashers with a super athletic reader? Preferably a runner and fucking outruns them? Perhaps gender neutral??
Slashers with an athletic reader
Slashers; Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Ghostface (Billy Loomis + Stu Macher), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG + RZ), Thomas Hewitt
Warning(s): Vulgar language, deliberate mention of violence and murder.
Type: Ambiguous | Headcanons
Itâs safe to say that each of them had varied reactions.
⢠Billy Lenz
For the many years that Billy had remained to strike at the victims who live in the sorority home, not one of them did he expect to run from him. He also did not expect to encounter someone who was much more faster than he was. Billy initially thought that it was funny at first, recalling how none of the others did it, but it got him much more angrier after a couple of minutes.
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You had shoved the man with all your might, your dominant hand slapping the weapon out of his hands. A loud shatter ensued the moment it hit the ground, leaving the man in a temporary shock at your defiance against deathâyou could almost pinpoint when he became enraged.
âYou pig bitch!â You could hear the man yell, his voice hoarse from having done so a good feet away.
You didnât expect to get so far away from a killer who had been so careful with all his kills so far. Maybe he wasnât right in the head, something that led to this disaster surely couldnât be the work of a murderer who perfected his craft. You slowed down when his voice became softer the further you ran. You leaned against a tree, gulping down your anxiety as you looked around.
In front of you was the sight of a few houses, alongside a street you recognisedâYouâve ran that far, so much so, that it had led you home. No wonder you couldnât hear the angered manâs voice anymore.
âThank god.â was your only response, quickly entering your home and locking it shut. You made quick work to clear your mind in some way, falling asleep despite your best efforts to remain alert. There you were, unaware of the now silent manâs stare.
The manâs gaze trailed onto your sleeping form from the window, before his attention moves onto the upper storey of your home.
It seemed you had an attic, too.
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Expect Billy right on your tail no matter how far you were from him, as he chases you down with bated breath.
⢠Bubba Sawyer
Bubba was used to the victims running away in an attempt to escape. Having you was, of course, difficultâyou narrowly missed his lunges just by fraction. It had him throw a larger tantrum than before. Having you run about as carelessly as you did had him extremely anxious, the visual reminding him of his first runaway victim.Â
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Bubba couldnât handle the idea of you running away, really. It brings him back to those days in â74, where that girl had escaped him. This was the third time in a row where you booked it to run, and yet another time for him to react on autopilot and cage you in his arms ever so tightly.
You kept screaming, your voice becoming scratchy and weak as you pleaded with Bubbaâor anyone, really. He felt some form of remorse about it, letting you go quietly, which was an opportunity you took advantage of quickly as you dashed down the road.
All could have been well, maybe, until Nubbins dragged you back from your legs. Those screams returned and Bubba couldnât do anything about it this time around.
Seeing how you returned to the Sawyer home, Bubba realised that he could catch you easily. If Nubbins could, he could do so as well.Â
He stares at you, having heard the screams stop, his head tilted curiously. You stare back at him knowingly, seeming calm now that Nubbins and Drayton had left.Â
Bubba realised now that he never really knew anything about you, even the life that you had before. You came here with nobody, so he had no idea why you didnât escape as you did.
He doesnât understand what reason it was that you returned to their territory, heâs curious, but you pose a threat to the Sawyersâthat meant he had to keep you.
Oh, you stress him out.
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Expect him to be rougher when he does catch you, just because Bubbaâs exhausted doesnât mean that he would just let you get away.
⢠Ghostface
  ⢠Billy Loomis
Sure, it was expected that the majority of Ghostfaceâs victims were to put up a little bit of a fight. He, however, has never anticipated to encounter someone who would have put up a similar fight as you did. You were on the track team, closely tied to Sidney in all sorts of ways. Though, it seemed as though you had other plans.
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âItâs expected. This is what you should expect every once in a while.â Billy reminded himself, flicking his wrist as he took a moment to catch his breath. He has remained silent for this long, there is no way is he going to use his voice on you, seeing how you could easily escapeâa benefit for being on track and field, he supposedâand tell the authorities that it was his voice.Â
The more he repeated the thought in his mind, the more he felt angered at the little process that he has made getting everything over with you.
He called off on killing you tonight, deciding on planning how he could get rid of you in a lot more gruesome way. Maybe to taunt your team, he could always take polaroids of your dismembered legs and send them as âgood luckâ gifts. To fuck around even more, maybe even sneak some pieces of you in their homeâincriminating them instead.
He thought of many more ways to ruin you, a grin hidden by his mask as he disappeared into the thick of the forest, retracing his steps back home as he snuck back in by the window. Heâs gotta greet Stu tonight about the change in plans.Â
Billy honestly wanted to be back at your home, your blood on the floor as the life drained from your eyes as you gasped for air. He should try strangling you, just like Stu did with rope last Christmas.
Yeah, some of the victims picked by the two are bound to be better runners than others, but fuck were you annoying.
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Expect a more sadistic Ghostface hunting you down, the dagger in his hand with every swing to match your pace.
  ⢠Stu Macher
Stu finds it exhilarating, really. Someone is actually smart enough to leaveâand even better, is able to outrun him! His victims, to an extent, did escape his clutches once or twice. Though, none of those on his hit-list ever made it out alive by the end of the nightânot until you, which has you promoted as his favourite chase out of practically every victim heâs gotten.
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Stu stared at your running figure, feeling giddy once more. There you go, his favourite victim! If he felt the need to put in any effort to really kill you, he would have, but how could he resist tasting the fear that your body exuded in waves?Â
Those teary eyes you had when you were cornered? The glint of hope that resolved itself in your eyes when you found a route to escape? Oh, all your miniscule expressions has him excited, seeing how you restrict yourself from showing too much to Ghostface, but plenty to him.
The duality interests him a whole lot. He likes seeing the contortions of every muscle that has you tensing up when he reenacts movement that he had done on one of those very nightsâjust to taunt you, but to also see how youâd react and if you were smart enough to make connections.
Heâs lost interest in killing you, really! Maybe he could show you a few parts of your friends as tokens of appreciation for participating in their game and playing it so well.
Stu honestly wanted to see you shatter before him; be it on these nights he visits you as Ghostface, or you breaking down in school and turning to him for comfort.
Oh, he canât wait.
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Expect a rather playful Ghostface greeting you, the daggerâs blade lightly nicking you a few times each time he caught up to you.
⢠Jason Voorhees
Jason had run-aways often, the window of opportunity being possible with him being incapacitated beforehand, though it was always temporary. Nothing of the sort happened, and yet he was still unable to get rid of you. You had the ability to escape him and live to tell the tale, why would you return to him?
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Jasonâs good eye trained on you as he walked in large, domineering strides, following you from a much closer distance. Despite that, he remained ever so silent, making you almost unsure of how close you were to escape.Â
How the hell were you supposed to tell the police department? A masked killer who looked eerily to the infamous Jason Voorhees killed your friend and was after you? How were you going to explain to them why you were in Camp Crystal Lake? Were you supposed to leave out some details? Leave out the fact that you were in there, maybe, and that you were concerned for a friend?
Fuck, thinking while running was not a good idea. You got sidetracked and lost sight of where you were headed along the way. You were already in the thick of the forest, the sight of a road from afar one that you focused on in an instant.Â
You gulped down your fear, not wanting to face the wrath of the killer that you and your friend had unknowingly incurred.Â
You saw the road become closer, until you were a few meters away. You felt relief reach your aching muscles, only for them to tense up once more.
A large hand, its skin gray and rough, gripped onto your dominant wrist. You could only let out a wail as he drug you back, his nail digging into your skin as a warning.
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Expect an extremely focused Jason for every time that he catches a glimpse of you, a feeling washing over him with each time that he follows you.
⢠Michael Myers
  ⢠â78/OG
OG expected you to do so after you (quickly, he noticed) realised that he was no average Halloween participant. He, however, did not expect you to disappear from his sight as quickly as you did. He will (just barely, that he ignored) catch a glimpse of you in the very distance, a rush of energy flowing through him as if he could not wait to catch you.
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You couldnât see the man anywhere once you had ran from the building, fear still present in your eyes as you kept looking around. Paranoia still stuck with you as you made a few changes in your path, taking multiple shortcuts and longer routes to throw the killer off your path.Â
Surely that would confuse the masked male who, without you realising, had been closely following you. His steps matched yours, though a lot more quieter as your shoes crushed the dead leaves beneath you.Â
You were different to him, your appearance one that he took to committing to his memory if you happen to break into a sprint as you did when you realised who he was the first time around.
You were passing these houses now, the candles that were in those carved pumpkins still lit. Their presence illuminated the now dead streets of Haddonfield, shedding light onto the killer who acknowledged the fact that you stopped walking.Â
After hearing another set of footsteps, you turned to see the man once againâthis time around, you did not choose to hesitate. This was a matter of life and death, after all.
And so, the chase was on.
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Expect a curious OG to be unrelenting as he stalks you down, the idea of killing you a thought he now had abandoned out of intrigue.
  ⢠RZ
Maybe it was the fact that RZ had developed a little more than his original counterpart, patience is not a word that can be associated with this killer. The longer the victim lives, the more aggressive RZ becomes in response. The very fact that you remain to graze past the inevitability of death, the more destruction is caused by him in its wake.
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You heard the womanâs scream as the boogeyman struck her, the sheathing sound of a blade intercepting her chest, tearing through her fleshâit even hit bone, the harrowing echo of cracks sounding throughout the entire roomâyou felt horror intercept your very being, heartbeat at a state of unease as it pounded against your chest.
He killed her as if he was gutting her like a fish. You felt your breath quicken, catching the attention of the killer. You couldnât hear his footsteps; they were far too quiet to hear over the rush of thoughts that overtook your mind.Â
Only when you heard his heavy breathing, you reacted on autopilot. You ran, and ran. Away from that house, away from the street he was at.
You were only a passerbyânot even someone he was targeting, so why was it that he felt more rage toward you running away?Â
You were nosy, thatâs what. You sat through the womanâs death and did nothing. Did you hear of the womanâs words? How long? The thoughts plagued his mind, more rage flowing through as he stared at your smaller figure from a good distance away, following you now.
At home at last, you relaxed, unaware of the man standing on the porch by your backdoor.
He recognised your face now, you wonât get away from him so soon.
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Expect a more aggravated RZ hunting you down in the nth chase that you two have been caught in. He remains unstoppable, curious to see you break.
⢠Thomas Hewitt
Thomas supposed that with timeâthere had to be people that will outrun him and book it from Texas, never to return to taunt the folk there. You kept returning, much to the Hewitt familyâs chagrin. Thomas felt on edge whenever you were visible in townâeven if you couldnât see himâpreparing to catch you once and for all.
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âOh, shit.â Thomas stood before you, his eyes trained on you as he remained still. You felt your body tense, though you tried to offer a sheepish grin. You knew how to get out of this aliveâplus, he didnât bring his chainsaw along this time around.
âThis is a bad time toâshit, why the fuck are you everywhere? I just wanted toââ You were cut off with a snarl. A warning you knew not to mess with. You backed away, unsure of what that was to imply for you. Was he thinking about butchering you? Hanging you on the hook as he skinned you?
You couldnât tell, nor could you make a coherent thought as he raises his hands slightly to abdomen level, seemingly in preparation to do something. You turned on your heel and ran, even if the hot Texas heat burned against your back, your lungs burning now with the uncomfortable warmth that dried your throat.
You were running on the road now, the gravel brushing against your beaten down shoes as you kept running. The heat, of course, became one that was your enemy. You werenât thinking ahead, nor were you able to grasp how far out you were in the state.Â
Collapsing, a figure neared your limp body. You gasp as hands hoisted you right up to land against their broad shoulders, the wind having been knocked out from your throat. You began to whimper as you two made the long journey back to that damn house.
A thought settled in your mind and had you teary eyed, as you gave into this situation helplessly.
You were never leaving this place, werenât you?
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Expect a determined Thomas whenever he sees you, though, no matter how long it will take to catch you; heâd always catch you.
Hey! I hope you enjoyed this piece and that it fulfilled your request!!
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Hi! I have a request idea, but i wanted to ask first, if youâd be okay with themes of suicide n selfharm? iâm unsure whether that falls into the angst category or not haha
thank you so much <3
Hello! Thank you for taking your time to ask, I really appreciate it!! (:
Regarding your query, yes, I am alright with writing pieces that involve the theme of self-mutilation and suicide. As a heads-up while you pass me your requests, disclaimers [or warnings, as one might put it as] will be in place.
And, as I have done so before, line breaks ["Read more"] will be in place. The only change made, however, is that the break itself will be before the piece itself beginsâensuring that such content is hidden from readers who wish not to see it.
This is so that for the readers who are uncomfortable with the topics are made aware of the themes beforehand, allowing them to make do with the information at hand.
I hope that answers your question, thank you for inquiring and have a nice day/night!! (:
hi! iâm unsure if you write for billy loomis, but if you do could i get billy loomis x reader who, them and their friend group / just a bunch of ppl from another school are new to woodsborro high (or whatev) and reader tries to one-up billyâs popularity and then ends up falling for him? (yeah itâs long i kno <\3 thankies! if itâs too complicated no worries! i 100% understand /gen)
Falling for your rival, Billy Loomis.
Pairing(s): Billy Loomis/Reader
Type: Ambiguous | Headcanons
âť You remembered your first day in a newly transferred school as if it were only yesterdayâperhaps even a couple of days ago if you were generous about it. You were sure that the memory of entering Woodsboro was one you couldnât really forgetâeven if you wanted to do so.
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You and a couple of your friends had been transferred over into Woodsboro, you never recalled the details as to why, but it had been in the early half of junior year. You were already well adjusted in your previous school, so it comforted you somewhat to meet some familiar faces that tagged alongâeven more when some were from your friend group. You made sure to stick with one another as you begin to adjust yourselves in the new school.
In the first two months or so, you stuck with your group of friends as you accustomed yourself with how the school itself functioned. Sure, you played a little too safeâbut the rumours about Woodsboro reached the ears of many, just as much as those very mouths utter the town itself. Gossip spread far and wild, the townâs image of a âquiet little communityâ shattered as the many controversies that greeted it for the past few years ones were one that left it in a sight of silent infamy. It couldnât hurt to at least be careful, lest you offend people in some way or another.
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âť You learnt of the people who were popular in schoolâand youâve especially heard about Billy Loomis. You couldnât place a finger on him, but you had always felt that something about him was.. off. Though, without concrete proofâthere was really no reason for you to antagonise him nor have such an uncomfortable feeling to settle in the very pit of your stomach.
âť Billy Loomis was an extremely popular person in school, in spite of the fact that his reputation was an anomaly for such a town. He got along with the rest of his peers, no matter how unlikely the situation of them getting along were. It felt planned, hence a reason for you to feel strangely unnerved of him. You backed down when it appeared that everyone was used to his strange antics and equally suspicious behaviour.
âť Nevertheless, you were quick to learn of how the school functioned, your reputation seeming to rise positively the more you interacted with the students of Woodsboro. To your surprise, you seemed to grow popular as the months rolled by. It was a feat that had your original friend group cheering you on.Â
âť This positive rise in reputation did not go unnoticed by Billy Loomis, though it most likely due to the fact that he overheard it from Tatum as she gossiped to her boyfriend. Stu acted surprised, though Billy saw the glint of interest that was hard to see throughâit always looked like a deer in headlights, unknowing of everything that happens as if he wasnât the nosiest person in Woodsboro.Â
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âOh, oh! Do you know about ___? They got pretty popular after⌠get this, a few months! Gotta respect them though, itâs tough getting in everyoneâs good graces.â Tatum finished her statement, quietly giggling at Stuâs now awestruck look, a mumbled âNo way, really?â escaping him.
âHypocrite,â was what rang through Billyâs mind as he saw Stuâs clearly orchestrated expression. Everything else that tumbled out of that girlâs mouth was inherently useless to him except for that tidbit about you.Â
Billy stared at Stu, the other male catching sight of this and adapting a conversation topic into Tateâs, a method to tear information from his girlfriend.
âTell me more about this ___, Tates.â Stu pried, his head tilted in a way in which he didnât seem to be interested in you romantically, but rather one of curiosity in learning more about the student. ââWanna know if theyâre someone we can be friends with, yaâknow?â Again, this was yet another orchestrated act.
And with that, Billy took in every bit of information Tatum had. The more he learnt about you, the more he felt confident in his abilities to interact with you now.
The only thing left to do was to get your attention and see how it goesâwhether or not it was worth to take a shot in gaining the trust of (well, mostly) everyone if he dated you.
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âť You couldnât help but feel uneasy about Billy Loomis now. He began approaching you, out of the blue. The following week after summer break, you could see Billy almost everywhere. You had your own doubts about Billy initially, maybe even getting used to himâbut this returned you back to square one.
âť Be it by requesting to borrow a pencil from you specifically, in spite of the fact that you were six tables awayâthere was a lot of chatter about that, which especially annoyed your school friends.Â
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âFuck, ___. Is he ever letting up? I swear this is, like, the eighth time weâve seen him. He doesnât even hang around here!â Hissed a frustrated Alex as he poked at his sandwich. Alex was a close friendâmaybe the closest in your friend group. He had been unfortunate enough to see everything unfold before him, all those interactions by Billy were not at all subtleâwhich had him uncomfortable too, knowing the other guyâs history as a player.Â
âHeâs so weirdâalways coming to you out of fuckinâ nowhere just to ask for a pencil? Wait âtil Jess hears this. That Loomis kid is giving me a lot of red flags with how heâsââ
ââI get it, Alex. Letâs just leave it at that, your sandwich is probably becoming soggy.â You interject.Â
âHeâs giving me all sorts of warnings, too. Iâll keep my distance, thereâs honestly way too many of them to ignore.â Almost in an instant, a familiar girl bounds over to the table where you and Alex sat. It was Jessica.
â...So what about that Billy kid?â she asked, having only heard Alexâs words and not yours.Â
You groaned at this, already fed up with all this talk about the boy. Jessica stares at you questioningly, before taking her chance to demand answers from you.
You begrudgingly reply to all of her queries.
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âť Of course, time had passed by then. Your encounters with Billy lessen as the days dragged on, much to your relief. Though, the same could not be said for Billy. According to him, your standoffish behaviour and hesitance planted doubts in his plan to get you with him.
âť It begun when he saw how you looked at him when he was walking past you. It had him torn at both ends. One was nervous of getting caught before he could pull the curtain of his movie, the other intrigued in how you may interfere with his plans, seeing how distrusting you were of him.
âť Billy took a step back, feeling quite annoyed with this development. Did you think of him as lesser? Perhaps even thinking that you were better than him, out of his league? The lack of development in your relationship with one another cemented that idea as fact, which had him grow a lot more annoyed. Unbeknownst to you,, his overthinking mind zeroes in on the idea that he should no longer see you as just anybodyâbut rather someone who he now considers as a rival.
âť It was somewhat tense on Billyâs end, seeing how he keeps tabs on you and how you remained indifferent yet extremely distant with him. He wanted to at least have a reason to strike you back, maybe even to guilt you into a relationship with him. The longer he kept searching for a reason, the more his original plans deviated into ones of wonder and a deeper curiosity to find out everything about you. It got to a point where Stu even pointed it out, which had Billy reevaluating everything that he has done up until that point.
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âBro, again?â Stu teased, a hand wrapped around Tatumâs waist as he pulled her a little closer to his chest. A playful smile was across his features now.
âWhat?â
âYouâre practically drooling at them, Billy. When you gonna stop staring and tell them whatever you got on your mind?â Tatum rolled her eyes, repositioning herself in Stuâs lap, leaning against his chest to relax her posture. âItâs as if youââ She stops in her tracks, stopping Billy from interjecting at the sudden pause.
ââOh my god.â Tatum squeals. âDid you fall for ___? Is this anâdonât tell meâno, that you fell for the new kid? Ohhh gosh, that is so cute. Right, Stu?â Tatum rambles, body becoming jittery with excitement.Â
âYouâre so right, Tates. So smart.â Stu chuckled, giving Billy a knowing look in the process. He would have laughed at his friend, but heâd rather not ruin the moment. Itâs not everyday that you see a red-faced Billy Loomis, his expression entirely caused by embarrassment.
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âť The same appears to occur with you, with less of Billyâs attempts to interact with you, you find yourself looking his way a little more than usual. He seemed to understand boundaries and had backed off when you became more distant with himâkeeping him at armâs length, as Jess suggestedâyou took your time to learn about him, too. Were you too hard on him? You wondered yourself. This change in attitude toward the subject Billy quickly caught the attention of your friend group.
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âOkay, stop. ___. Did something happen to you?â Jessica spoke up first, catching the attention of Vince, who had tagged along with you as you left for lunch.
âUh, no? Why do you ask?â You respond. She stares at you with suspicion, eyes squinted as if she thought that you were lying. âYou sure? It was definitely you who was looking at Billy in EnglishâYou are so lucky Mrs. Lake didnât evenââ
ââwait, wait a minute.â Marcus interjects, turning to you in disbelief. âYou did what? What happened to âIâll keep my distanceâ? Are you having a crush on him orââ A pause was in Marcusâ voice now, feeling shocked at how easily those words tumble out.
ââAre you really? Like, actually?â He stares at you, softening his voice a little more now. He seemed worried that he had spilled out a secret that you might not want to reveal so soon.
â...Maybe.â You murmured, your whisper loud enough for the both of them to hear. You three were out of the building, the chattering from students deafening. Jessica bit her lower lip, feeling as though she had overstepped a boundary of yours, which was sort of true in this case.Â
âOh shit, really?â Marcus replied, feeling guilty for being insensitive. âJust.. You know we worry about you, like a lot. But if youâwell, if your opinion on him is changing, fuck, I guess we gotta deal with that.â He assures, a nervous smile on his features as he gauges your response to that.
âYeah. IâItâs just surprising. Are you gonna tell him soon orâŚ?â Jessica adds on, cautiously treading on her words. Silence comfortably formed between the three of you, finding no need to add on to it. That was until Jess, of course, tries to lighten the mood.
âAlex is so going to burst a blood vessel when he finds out.â Now that made you laugh, a smile over your features now.
âFind out about what?â Alexâs sudden appearance had Jessica scream bloody murder.
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âť Confession was not at all difficult, seeing how Billy waited for you to make a move insteadâhaving already learnt from before. Shy confessions aside and with ample support from your friends, Billy accepts. The difference with this confession in comparison to many others, not once did a confession had his heart beating as hard as it did when it came from you.
âť Billy was smug about the fact that you were now his, wrapping an arm around you. Possessiveness grew in his heart, finding it due to the fact that he had toâin a wayâearn your affection. It was also due to the fact that his reputation did not even matter to you, not one bit, with that support system you have with your friends. The longer it took for you to reciprocate his love, the more he fell into the feeling of wanting you even more.Â
âť Now that he had you, he was content. So much so that he began taking his time to progress his relationship with you. He doesnât want you to be distant with him any more longer, not after all that he had done.
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âGod, Billy.â Stu chuckled at his partner in crime. The two sat at the very end of the library, paper before them as Stu scribbled down code words. âYou really are obsessed, huh?â
âOh, shut up.â Billy grumbled, tracing his finger on a polaroid photo that he took of you. It was from the sixth date that you had been on since you had gotten together. You were amazing to him, Billyâwhilst having his actual thoughts under lock and keyâhe felt, for a brief moment, that he wouldnât have been surprised if you were out of his league. You became someone he cared for deeply, he wouldnât have it any other way.
âHey, Stu.â Billy quietly spoke after a few minutes of listening to Stuâs busied scribbling.
âMmm, yeah? Whatâs up?â Stu responded, still not looking up from his paper.
âYou think we can make a few changes to the plan, before executing it?â
Billyâs words had been enough to stop Stuâs from scribbling down anything more.
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Pairing(s): {OG} Michael Myers/Reader
Warning(s): Deliberate mention of violence and murder.
Type: Ambiguous | Ficlet
At first, it was a voice that no longer blurred with the rest. A voice that could reach without it becoming one that he found easy to ignore. Your voice wasnât one that typically called for everyoneâs attention, but it was commanding in which your voice was memorable to those who stopped to recognise and remember it. It appeared incongruent amongst the sea of people that he had encountered thus far.Â
Perhaps that was why he found it easier to enter your home lacking the intent the kill, and even lacking a sense of direction the moment he stepped inside your home. Perhaps that was why he felt as though he could follow your voice, assuming that it did the impossible that the doctors at Smithâs Grove deemed it asâin which it had reached Michael.
Your voice had reached him, and that interested him.
Without you knowing, your life was on borrowed time by the time he felt the roots of his interest wrap themselves around the image of youâone he had seared into his memory. There wasnât any word in the world that he knew of that described this infantile infatuation. He was neither a human nor was he truly the devil, leaving him with little words to attach to this interest he was now silently harbouring.Â
Michael kept an eye on you. In an almost aberrant fashion, one that Michael realises was an unexpected development the second time that he did so, was that he returns to you. And there he was, standing inside your home as if it were his. The only thing he hears now was your faint breathing as you slept, unaware of him and his staring.
By the time he stood at the foot of the bed, the roots of interest began to steadily grow, no longer thin as they curled themselves around your imageâthe very same image that he held onto the first time he heard you.Â
What was it that had him harbouring an ever so flourishing interest in you? The thought rings in his mind, incongruent to the others that simply gave way to his desires of harming you. This new restraint that he found unexpected himself, Michael only grew restless. In response, he began to target Haddonfield once moreâcatching the townâs breath as those he encountered slaughtered ruthlessly.Â
They assumed the rise in killings as unexpected of the killer, which was what Michael expected of them. He found it foolish of the townspeople to expect him to remain stagnant in craft, to remain silent during the months of February. To him, they seem to forget that he killed with little rhyme or reason time, and time again.Â
Though, he supposed he was a hypocrite, as one might say, seeing how he remained stagnant in his process of killing you. Perhaps he was one, but there was no one else to see it except for him.Â
Similar to his sealed lips from those years ago, you were an unmentioned secretâone that you were unaware yourself, your decisions dictating how long you were to live another day. Michael found himself impatiently waitingâthough he was sure that you were to be dead by the end by his handsâin some way or another.
Much to his confusion, you remained something of interest to him. That, itself, intrigued him to watch a little longer. The roots of his own interest beginning to sprout even more from its base, its grip slowly distorting your image. The longer he watched, the longer his mind began to alter the image of you, something that Michael now believed belonged to him.
It didnât take long for the roots to destroy your image, in response to you encountering him in your house.Â
Now knowing of Michaelâs existence as he stood before you, you were frozen in place and prepared for his blade to strike you. The killer held onto the handle of his kitchen knife tightly, feeding further into your fear.
To your surprise, Michael stood still. Despite his eyes being obscured by the mask, you could feel him staring into your very being. His gaze was uncomfortable as it had your skin crawl the longer he remained stationary. To you, this was a fate far worse than the death that you knew the killer promised with every one he encounteredâeven more when you cannot see his face.
He could see all of youâwhilst you on the other hand could only see his hands that held the knife handle ever so tightly. The thought you concocted now left you vulnerable and uneasy for whatâs to come, shutting your eyes tightly.
To your surprise, the expected outcome did not arrive. Silence greeted you when you opened your eyes, the killer no longer in sight. You looked around in confusion yourself, your body still unnerved as night bled into the evening.
Michael found that the image of you that he had before was replaced with one that was your encounter of him.
It seemed to him that you will remain in his memory, in which he takes with an essence of possession. His roots no longer curled around you as suffocating as they were before, this development keeping his interest in you alive.
Curiously enough, your encounter with Michael seared itself into your mind. No matter how hard you try to do so, he remained in your memory as well.
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what's ur opinion on Buffalo Bill/and or Hannibal Lector?
Hey there, thanks for making an ask!! It is all under the cut.
It got a little too detailed, I believe you may know why. (,:
Reading Jame Gumbâs biography, it appeared (to me and my own interpretation) that he is a disturbed manâturning to the irredeemable act of countless murders in a response to what? Being rejected from transitioning because he was deemed mentally unfit? He was, initially, a very pitiful when you lay his thought process out and dissect it, but even then, I find him barely redeemable with how aggressive and violent he gets in the film adaptation.
He is complex enough for it to catch my attention, but I believe my opinion on him are as similar as to how Dr. Lecter would put it; [âOur Billy wasn't born a criminal ... He was made one through years of systematic abuse.â - Silence of the Lambs, 1991] That is all I can say for Buffalo Bill.
Hannibal Lecter on the other hand, is a whole other ballgame. He is cunning and extremely calculative with the words from him and others. He has an amazing way with his words, picking apart someone from what? The accent they have? The way they carry themselves? It is no wonder he was such a wonderful asset to be kept alive. But then, it is such a dangerous game; keeping a smart man in a cage. It was bound to happen, in my honest opinion.
I have an idea on how his mind may work, though it is still an assumption on my end! But, I wonât detail it, seeing it is an ask and not an analysis, haha!
I enjoyed the movie as a whole, the symbolism of the moth at play being absolutely fantastic alongside the camerawork and scripting! Everything came together and portrayed these two characters as they are to be seen; chilling and downright horrifying. I am an absolute lover for the details and there were so many in the movie.
@lilbisexualâs request for Stu Macher with an s/o who happens to be a crybaby. Warnings for a detailed description of murder.
Pairing(s): Stu Macher/Reader
Type: Comfort, Fluff | Headcanons
âť Stu adores you, a lot. Your soft, gentle personality was a direct opposite to him since he is independentâyou, however, were dependent on him, as it seemed. Stu thanks whatever it was that had him be so lucky to get into a relationship with you. He felt as though he took you off the market from the prying clutches of the other guys at Woodsboroâgetting with someone so endearing was difficult to come by, especially if they too reciprocated the same feelings you had for them! Stu honestly believed he struck the jackpot when he had youâhis sweetheart.
âť He never minded the fact that you were as clingy as you were with himâhe most likely revels in the attention you shed onto him. In fact, Stu acts accordingly, ensuring that you both are attached to the hip wherever (and whenever, really) possible. He flaunts PDA in Woodsboro whenever he can, rubbing it in everybodyâs faces as a hand of his affectionately squeezed yours whilst he rambles. How lucky he was to have you. You think so too.. donât you, baby?
âť Stu finds it entertaining that you fret over him whenever he comes and goes. As much as his âpersonalityâ may pretend to care about your worries for him. He knows he can handle himself, much more than you would ever know. The manipulative side to him creeps out as it takes in your whines, so revelling in the fact that you genuinely care for him despite not knowing who he was when you head to bed. The deceitful nature in his body takes advantage of the fact sometimes when he needs to sway your opinion on someone.Â
âStu! WhaâWhat happened to you?â Your hand immediately raised itself to touch his jaw, a thumb gently rubbing against the bruise that blossomed. Stu faked a wince to exaggerateâthis isnât the worst that he had gotten beaten up, his âGhostfaceâ occupation brought worse in his honest opinion, but you didnât have to know about that.Â
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A few days prior, you recall Stu returning to the benches with a few bruises on his lower jaw and cheekâwas that a bit of blood trickling from his right nostril? You got up almost instantly as you walked over to him in strides.Â
âBrad Kemp. Thatâs what. He was being creepy talking about the girls in the locker room. You think Iâd let it slide?â Stu mumbles rhetorically, his voice now low. Again, another exaggeration. Actually, scratch that, Stuâs being a liar at this point. It was injustified. Brad never did anything, only teasing Stuâs relationship with youâmaybe he lightly joked about how he was a better option for youâbut all that mattered was that Stu swung first, something akin to scoutâs honour in response to Bradâs clearly disgusting behaviour. You didnât have to know anything more than that. It was justifiable to Stu.
He can see that same glint in your eyesâthat showed disbelief, you were friends with Brad, after all, but Stu was hurt. He hurt your boyfriend. In your eyes, that was unforgivable. You decided on scolding Brad, though you changed your mind as you chose the option to distance yourself from your friend.Â
He shuts his eyes, feigning innocence as he, in exaggeration, winces in response to your already featherlike touches brushing against the bruises that no longer ached.
âť Sure, to say that Stu didnât take advantage of your nature was an understatement, but it helped him in curating the perfect alibi whenever a mistake of his from last night was pointed out. That, and his already playful personality that made fun of anything that would have been remotely seriousâno matter if it was the right time or place, after a couple of times to pry answers from Stu, the questioner would return empty-handedâtheir attention no longer on him.
You didnât need to know that it didnât hurt anymore. All that mattered was that you believed his act. You wonât have any hard feelings when Brad is greeted by Ghostface a few nights later. That was all there was in the end. You didnât care as much, tending to Stu as much as you couldârelaxing in his arms once you were done.
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âť Something that came with your clinginess was how youâd worry about him getting home safe. Heâs acknowledged that thereâs a killer around and made a promise to âprotect himselfââbut what about you? Cue impromptu night checks from Stuâso much so that him entering your home appeared natural, even if on some days Stu visited unconventionally and appearing out of nowhere.Â
Having Stu was a comfort to you, seeing how heâd try to continue the night that he was spending with youâhe ensured that the night remained as normal as he possibly could try. You seat yourself on the couch, wrapping an arm around Stuâs neck.Â
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You donât recall the window to your living room being open, but there wasnât anything to worry with Stu being there as witness. There were more instances that happened around in your own home, which had you feeling uneasy when you were really alone.
You felt thankful that your boyfriend was here with you, even more that he is safe. You made sure of it, taking care of each locked door in your home. You two were barely halfway through the movieâit was some kind of cheesy rom-com, from what you heard from the synopsisâyou found yourself already dozing off. In your last moments of consciousness, you can almost barely feel a gentle kiss that was planted onto your temple.Â
â..ânight baby. Go on and rest.â Stuâs voice faintly registered in your ears. Even then, you can already imagine the sweet smile heâd present to youâone that was genuine and incongruent to his âclass clownâ personality.Â
You slept soundly that night, with Stu only moving to hug you against his chest.Â
âť Stu knew that on top of the other worries, he knew of your concerns regarding his nightly whereabouts. To circumvent them, he made a couple more arrangements and a few more promises to be made with you.Â
Coincidentally, there wasnât any more instances that happened afterward.
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It was mid-scare as the two donned their costumes, watching as their victim of the night tremble with the phone in her hand. Stu made sure to opt out on the murder for tonight [the reason being that heâs been the one âstriking them all this whileâ], keeping an eye on the clock as each minute passed. Stu broke in the victimâs home via the backdoor, heavy duty rope that was held in his gloved hands. He heard Billy hanging up on the victim, in which he made his move.Â
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It got on Billyâs nerves, Stu was sure of it. Even then, Stu didnât care. You were too important to him to simply brush off your worries as if they werenât worth anything. It sucked that Billy didnât see it and bothered to find for himself, but it had Stu prideful to have some form of ânormalcyâ unlike his partner in crime.
He strangled the victim. Not enough to kill her, but render her disorientated enough for Billy to handle. After all, Stu has already made arrangementsâthat he made sure to explicitly say days before this event.Â
Familiar, heavy footsteps entered through the backdoor. Stu turned around to present the almost immobile victim with pride, as if he were offering her up as a sacrifice. The image was funny to think about. He never was the religious typeâbut the display itself was something like wrangling a goat for slaughter.Â
âWh.. WhyâŚ?â The victimâs voice choked out, voice soft as she attempted to use as little air as possible. The two killers remained unresponsive, the rope around her throat tightening as Billy unveiled the hunting knife he held onto his person, stabbing straight into her chest. Then began the thrashing, the girl writhing in panic as she pleaded for mercyâmuch to their amusement.
Stuâs phone began to quietly buzz, momentarily dragging the attention of the two toward it. Billy stared at his partnerâs left pocket.
Stu couldnât help it, his shoulders began to raise as he let out a few muffled chucklesâfinding humour in the situation. Billy stared up at him incredulously, shaking his head as he continued stabbing her.Â
She was long dead by the time the two were done decorating the home with her entrails, but Billy was frustrated. The two killers were unmasked, the air having been quite stuffy when they donned their Ghostfaces.
âWe couldâve gotten caught if someone else heard that!â Billy grumbled, tying the rope that Stu held onto into a square knotâthe reason for the idea because it was December, what better than presenting their murders in a similar theme as well? The symbolism was there, that the killers were evolving the longer they werenât caught. Take her intestines as a substitute for garlandsâas the other killer was cleaning up any sign of a struggle, keeping the place spotless.Â
âWho even was it?â Billy pried, still focused on the presentation Stu pulling out his phone from his pocket to read the caller ID.
âOoh, shit.â Billy froze at his words, preparing himself for the worst with those two words. Did they get caught?Â
â..Who?â
âItâs ___.â If only he could beat the shit out of Stu for riling him up like that.
âJesus, donât scare me like that..â An ingenuine sorry came his way, Billy ignored it as he continued talking. âBesides, whatâs so bad about thatââ
ââIf I havenât responded, theyâre gonna think the worst and try over to my house to check on me.â Stu answered, panic slowly reaching him the more he thought about it. It was past the time he was supposed to meet up with you and even later, thatâs gotta ring some warning bells in your head.
âFuck. I gotta go, Billy.â He sounded panicked, which had Billy scoff. Why even worry about you?Â
âJust what was so good about being in a relationship that has you so fucking soft?â Billy began, hearing the footsteps stop right by the backdoor, he assumed.
â___âs a risk youâre taking, yâknow. Shouldâve just killed them. No need to panic.â Billy suggested, turning to look at Stu. He paused when he saw how Stu looked back at him. They were unrecognisable, widened to a degree as if he couldnât believe Billyâs words, despite the nature of what they were doing.
âI swear to fucking god, Billy.. If youâre going to pull some shit like that with ___âIâll make sure your death is forgettable to everyone in Woodsboro. Go fuck yourself.â Stu seethed, his eyes holding malice like none other. It intrigued Billy to see Stu as emotionally charged as he was, but he supposed it was probably him bringing you up that sparked it.
âť It was uncharacteristic of him to be angry, but that display for him cemented how real his feelings for you were. The anger lingered with him until he saw the sight of you nearing his front door. Stu changed directions, heading home through the back.
Billy stared at the now open backdoor, watching Stu slink into the darkness in a light jog. He chuckled himself, shaking his head as he began washing the bloodied blade of his hunting knife.
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âť Stu headed back home through his own backdoor, already out of his Ghostface outfit as he shoved them all inside the washing machine. He had already heard the ringing of doorbells coupled with you calling for him. Stu made quick work, opening it to see you on the verge of tears. You held onto his hand tightly.
âť Stu answered every concern you had, rubbing his eyes to pretend that he had only just woken up. Another alibi for him to mess around with. He smiled genuinely at you, assuring you that he was alright, apologising for throwing such a wrench in your plans for a movie night. He hugged you tightly, obstructing his face from view that had already curled into an almost dopey smile. You didnât have a single clue. This was good for him.
âť His smile grew even more once he felt you reciprocate, wrapping your arms around him in response. He offers to spend the night at his home to make up for the lost time. You accept in an instant, which has his heart doing somersaults. What did he even do to have you?
âť Oh, how he adored you, his sweet angel.
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hi! if itâs not too complicated how ab billy loomis x autistic fem reader? to narrow it down (since itâs a spectrum) mayb reader is more anti-social and passes off as a little mean when she doesnât mean to? thank u sm! and dw if itâs too hard no pressure ^^
Assisted by Billy Loomis.
Pairing(s): Billy Loomis/(Female) Reader
Type: Fluff | Headcanons
âť Billy is ignorant of it at first, due to him initially being uneducated about developmental disabilities. Of course, with him being unawareâthere were many things that he said that made you uncomfortable or had rubbed you in the wrong way. An example of which being an instance where he once referred to your stimming as âthat strange thing you doâ, often finding it amusing that you were mean to the other students at timesâhe never knew that it wasnât done on purpose. He may even encourage the behaviour at times, which in the beginning, you may feel ignored and misunderstood in the relationship. Your mixed feelings may show themselves in the relationship, which would immediately be noticed by your boyfriend.
âť Once he found out about it, you can honestly say he felt guilty for how he had acted prior. You may find Billy now appearing distant with youâone aspect that you took note of almost instantly. You may begin to assume that Billy was starting to get bored of you, perhaps he was as the rumours had depicted himâthose whom he had dated slowly erased from his memory bit by bit. However, it was quite the contrary, as Billy had begun researchingâmore specifically on autism, its spectrum. One can only imagine how many sleepless nights Billy took to educate himself on the topic.
âť By the time Billy had spent well over three weeks researching, he begun the next phase by asking directly from the sourceâyou. Billy will take his time, not wanting to overwhelm by overloading you with an influx of questions. This will be the time where Billy is uncharacteristically assuring, being sure to take in each answer you provide and commit it to memory. With some time and a few questions later, youâve got a boyfriend whoâs gotten a self-appointed role as a protector or, in much simpler termsâyour personal guard-dog. He is extremely protective over you now, making sure that you feel safe and happy whilst being in a relationship with him. He barely forgived himself for being as insensitive as he was in the beginning.
âť Coming from where heâd brush off comments, seeing him acutely aware and ever-so accepting initially had you unnerved. Now, however, it is seen to be quite.. adorable, in a sense. Billy made sure to know your boundaries first and foremost, before working his way on apologising to you. By then, Billy is much more understanding.
âť Your relationship with Billy can be described as simple as a breath of fresh airâthe feeling of a new beginning, an era of being heard. Billy is a lot more open minded, the added knowledge helping him reconsider his choices and how he should approach people. You may even say that he was becoming kinder, in a sense. Billy supports you in every way that he can, helping you even whenever you have difficult days at school.
âť If allowed, Billy may also do his part in helping you socialise better with the other students, despite it initially having him hold back on his insults at first. After some time, Billy finds it a breeze helping you out when you need it. You may even say that Billy is now at your every beck and call. He knows how the students of Woodsboro areâthey arenât exactly the brightest, in his honest opinion. Billy supposed that he could get things to fall into your favour so that you wonât have to deal with the short end of the stick, or so to speak.
âť You can also count on the fact that Billy is making the necessary arrangements that is the best for you. If you happen to be overstimulated by the environment you are in, visually or audiblyâBilly will lead you to the side and assist wherever he could, such as handing over your noise-cancelling headphones for instance. There are other ways, most if not all were never impossible for him to handle. Heâs extremely good at multitasking, really.
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He kisses you on your cheek, savouring the sight of you in his arms again.
âAnything for you, babe.â He thought, a gentle look in his gaze as he kept his eyes on you.
Billy couldnât ask for anything more, really.
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May I request Thomas Hewitt comforting a reader who is over sensitive? She has been belittled and made think that she is stupid and clumsy in every way possible, so whenever someone *cough* Hoyt *cough* is particularly harsh on her she shuts down until she gets the opportunity to hide away and cry? Thank you â¤ď¸
Thomas Hewitt comforting you.
Pairing(s): Thomas Hewitt/Reader
Type: Angst, Comfort | Headcanons
âť Thomas is very much aware of your gentler personality even before he had first gotten into the relationship with you. As a matter of fact, it was what drew him toward you to even form such an attraction. Thomas adores you, associating you similar to a comforting blanket that once wrapped around him whenever he had gotten patched up for any injuries. There were so many words and phrases Thomas is unable to associate you withâbut the fact of the matter is that you are endearing to him.
âť It had definitely been a long day for Thomas, having been hard at work chopping up the food and storing them for later. Thomas has already blocked out Hoytâs demeaning words for quite a long whileâthe words from the older man practically bouncing off him with how often they are used to pin Thomas down. Heâs grown used to ignoring, knowing how it could be either that itâs true or not. Even then, Thomas has never quite gotten that much free time to dwell on whatever it was that Hoytâs saidâhe has work to do, leaving him no choice but to take it as it is and move on after it has been said and done. The only thing that he canât leave sitting about is you, the newest member to the Hewitt family.
âť Thomas knows what it feels like being belittled, though he has never stood up for himself when the remarks had been made by his own kin. Of course, this is more often than not the fault of Hoytâs reasoning that it was to âtoughen olâ Tommyâ, much to Ludae Maeâs chagrin and protest. The only reason that Thomas had any problem with it was when he noticed how affected you were with the sheriffâs words.Â
âť It was one of those nights where he resigned himself back into the shared bedroomâThomas feeling more than ready to return to the bed, his exhaustion prevalent with every footstep made as he headed toward the door to the room. In spite of that, Thomasâ hearing is still as acute as ever, immediately picking up on the shift in the room as he opens the door ever so gently before entering. He sees your body curled up in a fetal position, back facing him. Thomas didnât know what came over him, but seeing you in such a position had his immediate attention.Â
âť It didnât take long for you to notice the shift in the mattress as he takes a seat next to youâhe didnât get a good chance to look at you, which made him all the more concerned for you.Â
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âAhâT..Tommy. I didnât hear you come in, sweetheart.â You whispered, voice low in an attempt to mask the fact that you had been crying. You kept your face obstructed from Thomasâ line of sight with your hands, already feeling unsure of how heâd react to it. You honestly were not ready to find out anytime soonânot after what the Sheriff said.Â
The only response you received from your lover was a concerned grunt before you felt a familiar large hand hold onto one of your left wrist, gently tugging it away to reveal your face before him.
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âť The wave of emotions he felt was shock, not once had he seen you break down as you did now, this time being the only time he saw it for himselfânever having the time to see you when he works away in the basement. The feeling that bled into him after was anger, an emotion that drove him to react violently, chainsaw in hand or not. He saw it all on your face, you had been crying for maybe even hoursâand yet, he doesnât know what it was that caused you to feel that way. Thomas was nothing short of livid. What, or who dares to make you cry? Thomasâ rage dissipates however, once he had heard your voice through the barrage of thoughts swimming past him call out to him.
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Thomas seemed to untense when you whispered his name, as if it were a hidden sin to call for him. He stares back, no longer zoned out in his own headspace as he refocuses his attention on you. Â
âAm I..âYou knowâAm I really that stupid, Tommy?â You whimpered out, voice no longer low as it seemed to have returned to its original pitch. The question had Thomas dumbfounded. You? Stupid? Those words did not have any particular correlation, nor did he want to think that it was even a palpable thought in his mindâThere was simply no way you were and Thomas was extremely confident in that as fact. You are smart. Much, much smarter than him.
He urges you to elaborate on why you began thinking so lowly of yourself. Heâd like to know what it was that caused you to shed as many tears as you did.
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You couldnât help but let out all of your grievances for Thomas to hear. There was no point keeping it away from him any longer, you were in the comfort of your roomâa space that only you and your lover occupied with nobody else to intrude.Â
And so, you broke.
âI knowâItâs.. You donât hear me say this stuff, butâHoyt was..â You took a sharp breath to collect yourself, your gaze focusing on your hands that were now moving to hold onto Thomasâ.Â
âHoytâs been telling me all these thingsâIâve been.. Iâve been trying to help around the house, you know. Help Mama with the chores and clean up the house. I struggled with some of it. Hoyt saw meâI think after the last two he brought back for you to take..âÂ
Your voice trailed off, sighing shakily.
âHeâs been calling me stupid for being so clumsyâheâs been doing it for a while.. Iâm.. I just think todayâs not my day. Maybe.. Just maybe, Iâm just overreacting and itâs stupid for you to hear this from me.. âm probably wasting your time.â You gently squeezed his hands once you finished. At the last sentence, you could hear a hitch in Thomasâ voice.
It took you a while to look in his eyes. But when you did, it was only then did you see an equally familiar sight in those brown eyes you adored.Â
It was the look he had when he was hunting people down.
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âť Thomas couldnât believe what he was hearing. You werenâtâNo. You canât possibly believe whatever it was that Hoyt said. To think that youâre wasting his time? Thomas thought otherwiseâHe never knew. He really did. Now, he feels as though he has failed his role as your lover. Guilt is what he would feel now, self-deprecative thoughts eating away at his mind as he looks over your disheveled state. As much as the hateful thoughts began bubbling up in his head, he shoved it aside to tend to you. He needed to show to you that he was there for you, there would be no point if he wallowed in his own guilt.
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Thomasâ sudden surge of rage quickly transitioned into one that was saddened, exposing his vulnerability in the process. He felt a sense of obligation, his hands quickly moving to pull you right toward his chest. His arms wrapped themselves around you, hugging you firmly in a comforting embrace.
As he leaned his head down to nuzzle against your neck, he heard you break into sobs once more. Every tear you shed tugs at Thomasâ heartstrings.
Each tug was an ache that tore at his previously docile behaviour whenever his family members demeaned others. It tore at him.
Thomas gently rubbed circles into your back, an assuring coo reverberating from his throat as he did so. He shut his eyes, planting a soft kiss against your temple.Â
He felt your heart beat slow down and relax, an indicator that you appeared to not be as distressed as you were before. It relieved him that his comfort, while it was quite subtle in providing, hearing your sobs quieten down.
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âť Thomas still felt some form of guilt remaining with him by the time you admit multiple more accounts of you being harassed by Hoyt. Seeing how he had, in a sense, ignored the signs and the possibility of you being affected by Hoytâs words, he felt useless. From that day onwards, Thomas made an arrangement to remain by your side. Luckily for him, there were little chores for him to complete for the dayâthey were quickly tended to before returning by your side once again. He also made sure to let Ludae Mae know about what happened, too.Â
âť By the time the grandfather clock struck noon, Hoyt came strolling in. The sheriff was stopped by Mama, matched with Thomas side-eying the older man as he was reprimanded. He may not have the voice to scold Hoyt, but he had his Momma in his favour. Thomas will go at great lengths to keep the sheriff in line and careful in what heâs saying. Everytime he does slip up, heâs met with Tommyâs glare and his huff of disapproval. Itâs gotten Hoyt to back off on his words a smidgen.
âť Whenever you do feel the need for an outlet to cry your heart out, you can be assured that you can safely do so in Thomasâ arms. Heâd happily welcome you in them if you seek it, knowing himself you arenât similar to the words Hoyt said. Expect his affection in the bedroom to increase tenfold, his shy kisses now directed with a narrative to comfort you just as much as you comforted him.
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It was late again, though this time around, Thomas was in bed with you. He remained awake as he glanced over your features.
He could hear your light breathing, unaffected as you slept content. No longer was it laboured from crying, much to his relief, finding that his tactics of intimidating Hoyt had gone well after a few weeks.Â
Thomas held his hand out, his finger parting aside a lock of your hair that obstructed your face slightly from his view.
Despite him failing to protect you from Hoyt, you still stayed and continued loving him in the relationship.
Taking this as a second chance to be a better lover, Thomas made a promise to himself to protect you in any way that he could do so.
It felt right for him to do so, seeing it as the least that he could do to repay you for your love.
It was the least that he can do as your husband; that was fact.
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Slashers: Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Ghostface (Billy Loomis + Stu Macher), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG + RZ), Thomas Hewitt
Out of all of them, who did you think would be at the very top?
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(RZ) Michael Myers
RZ is a lot more assured in his mind once he is in a relationship with you, but he is far more aggressive than his original counterpart whenever he does feel that someone was getting far too close. Whilst OG may stare, RZ is not afraid to get physical with the person in question. RZ would decide to put the person through some form of psychological torment, leaving behind dead critters about in their home in the spots they most frequentâbefore increasing the severity of it by making loud, unexpected noises in their home. They will eventually put two and two together, assuming that it was affiliated with you in a way. Most of RZâs actions would reveal itself in due time with the personâs admittance to you before distancing themselves from you as well. Try as you might, RZ is the hardest to convince not to wreak havoc on your social life.
Billy Loomis
Billy has his own possessive streak, established with how little he has dear to himâyou are especially precious in his eyes. In the relationship, you are his sense of comfort during his time in Woodsboro. Billy, with his already complicated life with an emotionally detached father, you could say that you are one of the few good things that he looks forward to as the days pass by. His hand would find itself holding onto yours, if he has not already wrapped his arms around your waist whenever you two were in good company. He wants to make it inherently clear to every student who looks your way that, no, you are not single, and yes, you are his.
(OG) Michael Myers
OG has his own version of possessiveness over you. It is neither a show of dominance nor was it to please a romantic aspect in his cognitive brain. It is primal, similar to having a favourite that he has permanently ingrained in his mind as a part of normalcy he had obtained in his life. It is really a fact to himâseeing you as his, as much as he is yours. People might find it difficult to approach you at first due to OGâs unseen gaze boring into their back.. Contrary to popular belief by Dr. Loomis, Michael can listen to orders, even more so whenever theyâre from you. He wonât clash into your social life unless he deems it necessaryâwhich he wonât do so, so long as you remain entirely honest with him.Â
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas is familiar with the feeling, though one may say it was rather a desire after receiving something that was once believed to be unattainable, to hold onto it as tightly as one could. His mannerisms and behaviour could be chalked up to something similar to something carnal, his possessiveness is the product of his fear of losing you, paired with his low self esteemâyou may find yourself being held onto a little more tighter whenever he feels as though he might lose you. However, with enough time and assurance, Thomas will most definitely let up on his possessive behaviourâhis trust in himself and you strengthening even more the longer the relationship continues.
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba has his own concerns when you had gotten in a relationship with him. He, just like Thomas, worries about losing youâthough not because of him, but rather to the victims who traipse into the Sawyerâs territory. He wouldnât know what to do if you get hurt, and you can safely bet that he wouldnât be able to forgive himself.. Heâs also a bit hesitant on having you around his brothers, as heâs unsure on how theyâd react and interact with you at the beginning of the relationship, which means heâd keep an eye on you in the mean time. Please assure Bubba that youâll be fine and that you can take care of yourself. Similarly with Thomas, Bubba will grow his confidence in the relationship as it progresses, albeit it would be a lot more faster than the Hewitt.
Billy Lenz
Billy flips quickly with almost a flick of the wrist, though it is to be noted that he will only be possessive whenever he has his moments of dissociation and episodes. You are ingrained in Billyâs memory as his go-to comforter. He wonât be especially happy if there happened to be someone in the way of what he wantsâyour attention. It will more often than not result in Billy throwing a tantrum when he is in such a catatonic state. It is up to you to figure out how you could help him whenever he slips into said episodes. It will be difficult dealing with him on some days, though, you will learn multiple ways to help make this arrangement work for Billyâand heâd try his best, too.Â
Jason Voorhees
Jason had been carefully taught by his mother the right manners and would uphold her teachings even when it was well past deathâIn his eyes, it only feels right to honour her in some way or another. For a relationship to fully work with Jason, he has to trust you just as much as he would love you. With him having quite a lot of love to spare, you can be assured that he completely understands how you have a life outside of Crystal Lake. Jason believes in providing you the best with what he has, heâd rather not add on to your burdens by hovering over you all the time. Jasonâs mother had taught him better, which is why heâs good at reading you whenever you do need him.
Stu Macher
Stu is entirely faithful toward you as much as he is acutely aware of what you do, seeing how being the classclownâword gets to him quite quickly when he asks the right people. Stu doesnât feel threatened by anyone at all, knowing that he can target the person if he ever felt like it. He doesnât go through with the plans at all, though, as heâd rather wait on your call for him to let him do something about it. Stu is a lot more trusting of you, having been more used to social interaction and certain cues in comparison to Billy. Being in a relationship with Stu is fun, yet still full of trust and comfort. He is at your every beck and call, feeling as though you deserve to be treated as such.
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Falling in love with Billy Loomis.
Pairing(s): Billy Loomis/Reader
Type: Fluff | Headcanons
âť You two were only freshmen, having just enrolled in Woodsboro High. You were lost in the sea of students who passed along the hallways. It got to the point where you desired to cling to another first year in Woodsboro High. It just so happened that you locked onto Billy Loomis, who seemed to be just as lost as you. Finding familiarity with that, you took a shot by interacting with him first.
âť Billy, albeit hesitant, reciprocated by responding. You quickly became friends of convenienceâa buddy initially to find places (or notâyou two had always gotten lost in the first week), which soon turned into acquaintances who help out one another with homework and eventually, friends.
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âItâs funny how things turn out in a single semester.â Billy sighed softly, waiting for you to return to the table with food, making sure to keep an eye on your things as he did.
He honestly did not expect to see you as a constant in his consciousness. It was as if you were becoming something that he felt strangely protective over. You reached him with ease despite having no personal connection tied to him before Woodsboro. In the corner of his eye, he saw your figure arriving with a tray of food. Billy straightens himself in his seat, a sly smile over his features now.
âTook you quite a bit, huh, ___?â He greets you. You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone as you sat down at the table.
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âť Surprisingly enough, you are a voice of reason for Billy. No-one could tell from his aloof demeanour that he held onto quite a bit of pent up rage. There had been a few words said that rubbed him in the wrong way, often resulting in Billy feeling the need to react aggressively. He tolerated you in a way that he would respect you and where your words held weight to him, where your opinions mattered to him unlike the others. It has definitely prevented unnecessary fights from happening with Billy holding back his silver tongue.
âť The transition of you twoâs feelings from platonic to romantic will be relatively the same. You balance out one another in a particularly unique way, your relationship becoming so close, that either of you could understand what the other is thinking with a single look.
âť You most definitely had late night calls. During those nights, the only voices were you and Billyâsâwhich left you two comfortably staying on call as you talked through the night. You had discussions about anything, really.
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âMmm. Hey ___?â Billy asked, his voice softer nowânot really finding any need for him to raise it at 2 in the morning.
âMhm, what is it?â You responded, your focus on the page changing to Billyâs voice. Though, you made sure to bookmark it as you waited.
âAre you still sure about that movie? Honestly, John Carpenterâs Halloween is a way betterââ
ââYouâre still on about that? Gosh, Billy. I donât mind Halloween, but I really want to watch the other movie..â You whined, putting emphasis in your words.
Billy felt heat rush to his cheeks just by your voice. He honestly really loved the sound of it.
â...Sure. Iâm.. I shouldnât have pushed it. How about snacks then, hm?â
Silence formed on the line.
âAw.. Thatâs so unlike you. Never thought youâd let up and have such a change of heart, Billyââ Your voice answered, a teasing lilt taking over in your tone. Billy found it entirely endearing. He had to keep up his front, though.
ââOh, shut up. I justâIâm just being considerate!â He huffs in response when he hears you tease him a little more.
When you had hung up, he laid his forearm across his face. Billy fully processed the conversation he had with you, now realising the situation he was in.
â...Shit. I really do like them.â
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âť Billy realises soon enough that he had grown a crush on you, seeing how differently he treats you in comparison to the other friends he had accumulated at the end of the year. He notices how differently you treat him from your friends, and it has him wondering about what you thought about him. Do you feel the same about him? Or is he just overthinking it? No matter howmuch heâd think about it, Billy would begin to plan out the multiple ways on how he could convey his message and confess.
âť There is no doubt that heâs taking reference from romance movies, finding them a much more palpable option to learn from instead of his dad. Billy planned out a lot of possibilities, though he settles on keeping it simpleâgetting his answer directly from you.
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Billy called you again at one in the morning. It was comfortable as always, offhanded comments here and thereâthough silence began to occupy the space a little more longer.
Believing this was his chance, Billy went ahead and took it. It took him rambling about the movie to slowly transition into his confession.
â... I also wanted to ask you something, maybe itâll get complicated, but I wanna let you know anyway.â
A sharp inhale, he gathers his confidence before speaking.
âI really like you. Thâ..This isnât a joke, Iâm serious about it.â Billy states, his nerves steeling as he waits for your reaction.
You couldnât imagine how relieved he was when he heard your voice admit that you felt just as similarly.
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âť You two fell into the relationship almost instantly, parts of your relationship falling into place naturallyâsimilar to a jigsaw puzzle that had found its missing pieces. If you two were close before, you were practically inseparable now. Even if your timetables didnât match, you made do with the time you hadâbe it during lunchtime or after school.
âť You two still kept up with the late night calls, though each one ends almost embarrassingly sappy with Billyâs now raspy and tired voice murmuring sweet nothings. His personalityâthe one you knew before he took on the âtough guyâ persona during his final two years in Woodsboro, is distinctly different as it unveils all of Billyâs vulnerability out for only you to see.
âť Movie nights are spent together. There were far too many times to count where the both of you had fallen asleep in the midst of watching the movie, characters talking now being droned out as you held onto each otherâalmost fearing that you may part permanently if you did not do so.
âť Cuddling is guaranteed with Billy in private, though he is not the most keen on publicly displaying his affection.Of course, your circle of friends knew about it. The only noticeable detail of your relationship to strangers and the students would be majorly well-hidden hand holding.
âť Billy is someone who would offer to take you on dates, some of them heavily inspired by romance movies he absorbed a week before and took notes on. During the date, Billy replicates the sceneâacting it out perfectly as he holds you close to him in the end, away from the prying eyes of people.
âť For you, Billy is your motivator. His words are articulated in a way that brings you ease, seen with him assuring you whenever you endure stress and insecurity. Another example would be Billy taking his time to explain to you concepts during classes whenever you need assistance, heâs quick to help. To you, he is someone you find yourself trusting with your entire being
âť For Billy, you are his safe place. A person who he can freely share his ideas about without it being judgedâa line that has long been passed for the both of you. Billy can return to his actual interests in movies, shutting off the aloof persona that he donned for all of Woodsboro to see. To him, you are his space where he can express himself freelyâa healthy outlet, if you will.
âť It played a big part in him reconsidering some of his plans as Ghostface, though he only wonders what youâd think about his ideas now. He makes sure to keep you out of harmâs way, letting his partner in crime know not to do so as well.
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Billyâs fingers gently stroked your head, his eyes staring at your sleeping figure fondly.
You were peaceful, off in a dream you may recall and recount to him once you wake.
Not once did he expect to be so vulnerable with another person, let alone fall in love with them. Not once did he think it was enough to form a relationship and claim the title as your boyfriendâthe term one that he holds onto proudly, like a badge of honor.
He had begun his reign as Ghostface, though, he had made the necessary adjustments to keep you protected.
Assured with his own thoughts, Billy pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, an even softer yawn escaping him. He closes his eyes shut, drifting off to his own slumber as well, his arms wrapped around you ever so securely.
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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, itâs almost as if it werenât 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 youâd ever interact with him again after he had been pulled from public schooling altogether.
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â___⌠___âs here! Billyâs gotta call.. Right? Right! ___âs coming here!â 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.
âHello?â A voice responded. Someone that wasnât 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.Â
You didnât expect to hear someone blabbering expletives and curses on the other end as he signed off with the name, âBillyâ. What you didnât expect was to recognise that voice, no matter how loud and unintelligible it was.
âBilly.. Billy..â That was when you realised, shock overtaking you. âIs that really you, Billy?â You murmured. You looked around the room nervously, though you were relieved that nobody was around.
â___!â 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 harderâthough you missing them had gotten a whole lot more bigger, especially for Bubba. He was always so kind to you.Â
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You didnât 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.Â
âBubba!â 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 unnervingâbut 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 youâve 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.
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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.Â
âHowâs Mrs. Lake? She any good of a teacher?â Billy asked, chuckling at the sight of you huffing in frustration.
âDonât even talk about it.. Anything you up to tonight?â You changed the subject, Billy catching onto it quickly, having known you for a long while. He nodded, a smile appearing now.
âIâm going to make a call tonight, nothing much, really.âÂ
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.Â
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âUh, hey ___?â 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.Â
Stu smiled wide, patting your back as he always did. You knew that he couldnât 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.
âAndddd.. Itâs all thanks to you~â Stu cooed, hugging you gentlyâwhich was uncharacteristic, but it showed how grateful he was.Â
⢠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 didnât 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. Jasonâs mother saw you, and the rest was history. You didnât 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.
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Years passed.
No matter how long it had been, you couldnât help but feel as if you failed Jason.Â
You shed many tears for him once you found out. If only you werenât 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 didnât expect was him dropping to his knees as if he didnât want to intimidate you.
⢠Michael Myers
  ⢠â78/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.
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You watched the news, overwhelmed with emotion as you read the headline over and over.
MICHAEL AUDREY MYERS: âEVIL INCARNATEâ PATIENT BREAKS OUT FROM SMITHâS GROVE SANATORIUM AFTER DECADE-LONG DORMANCY
âAfter all this time, you decide on escaping now.â 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.
âHow fitting for you. Welcome home, Michael.â You whispered, turning around to face your friend after so long.
  ⢠RZ
RZ didnât 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 studentâs 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.
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You didnât 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.
âMichael..â 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 wasnât for the best to form attachments; especially with people and places that arenât 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.
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âGuess what, Tommy!â 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.
âIâm passing through Texas for something. Do you know what it means, Tom?â You asked giddily, your voice airy and lightâindicating your elation. Thomas perked up at that, a few chuffs from him as if he wasnât sure about it entirely, but a good feeling began to form.Â
âIâm going to meetâno, Iâll be meeting you soon!â You answered, unable to keep it quiet any longer.
Thomas paused on his sewing, making sure he heard that right.
âWeâre finally going to be able to catch up face to face afterâhow long has it been? Ah, itâs been so longâŚâ 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 couldnât care in that moment.
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You sat yourself by the edge of the bridge, seeming to soak up the warmth from the sunâs rays. When he felt that there were intruders who stepped into his home, he would have expected a group of rowdy teenagers or sexually frustrated young adults swarming his territory as they have done many a times before.Â
Jason didnât know what to make of it, seeing how it was unlike anything that he had handled prior.Â
He took many of his own experiences into account. He recalled how there had been many who would arrive together, and disperse one by one, spurred on by disgracing the woods by giving into their desires through adultery and substance abuse.
Now being met with this new scenario, it had Jason unsure of how he should be approaching the matter.
You were the only person he had detected and seen so far, your features were ordinary to him. Jason presumed that he had seen almost everything appearance wise, with people in a variety of styles degrading the ground of nature that he had grown to care for. No matter who appeared, Jason was sure of ensuring their deaths no matter how far they attempt to stop himâhe believed in consequences, after all.Â
Consequences struck the woman who laid her hand onto his dear mother, in which Jason made quick work of her with the ice pick that he found in one of the drawers of her home. It played out as how she used the machete belonging to the camp to commit her crime, though this time around his motherâs head watched on as he wrung out his consequence against that woman.Â
Consequences struck the counselors when they attempted to reopen Camp Crystal Lake, as if they wanted to see a repeat incident of what had already happened to himâwhich infuriated him to no end. He got to work murdering them off, in his way of killing the chances of allowing the camp to reopen.Â
Consequences struck the man who thought of a cheap attempt at revenge, the lightning revitalising him to be alive no matter how much they attempted to take him down. With his being now impenetrable, the killings frequented far more often than anyone could have expected. With little to no leadsâwith an embarrassing speculation concocted by the public of an undead killer linked to a death back in the dayâthe authorities had to put their foot down some way or another. They closed off the camp from the general public for goodâwhich in turn put a stop to the murders entirely, much to the relief of the already overwhelmed police department that handled the Crystal Lake cases.
Jason took the news positively, feeling at peace with the decreased number of unwanted visitors. Are you proud of me, mother? Nobody will get hurt again. Itâs just like how you wanted. There had been no reason for him to eat or drink, leaving the undead man to work on a calmer routine, tending to the home he had protected ever so fervently. The greenery was maintainedâgorgeous flowers of variety blooming amongst the shrubbery, the sight of flora alluring to the eye. The animals seemed to take a liking to him, the birds who usually actively avoided him whenever his presence made itself known in the forest got used to himâsome even perching themselves on his shoulders on days whenever he was taking a moment of rest. All appeared to be well, allowing Jason to relax for the very first time in a long while. That was until you appeared.
Jason supposed that it had been a few months or so after the campâs announced closure from the people that he had found you.Â
Jason gradually accepted the fact that you came in alone, without anybody else following after.
You were difficult to find in the forest, which was unanticipated. You wore clothing that was fitting for the terrainâwith as little skin as possible showing through, save for your hands. He assumed that he had been lucky to even catch a glimpse of this silent trespasser, seeing how you appeared to blend in with the environmentâmaking you even harder to detect in the forest. Despite that, Jason had found little reason to take action, seeing how you did not make your presence permanent in his territory by settling in one of the vacant cabins or, God forbid, dirty the scenery with the processed items that those before you littered aboutâhe immediately recalled a time where he had to clear aside the beer cans that were strewn about from the last group of trespassers that he had to handle. There were no authorities checking in the forest afterwardsâperhaps he did them a favour, ridding the people who seemed to be forgettable and dislikable by society. Though, the officers did not do their due diligence in clearing the litterâmaking Jason unsure about their credibility as well.
You seemed to not fall under those categories between memorable and forgettable, but you made sure to leave before darkâas if you had someone waiting for you, similar to his Mother. Even after the date of his assumed death, she kept coming back and embarked on her extended revenge against the counselors and camp organisers. She was noble in his eyes, her motives being one that was admirable to prevent the many other lives of little children to succumb to the same fate that Jason did. He didnât know how else to describe the bottled rage he had that broke in a matter of seconds when he witnessed the death of his motherâand by the time he returned to his senses with some sort of composure, his hands had already been stained with red.Â
Some of the blood remained on him from that day, no matter how much Jason wished to scrub the memories away. Jason knew that he had to face them head-on as a means to keep his mother in memory, and to cherish the memories that he had made with her during the short life he was subjected to.Â
He supposed that you were in the same boat, yet you were more fortunate than him. You followed a routine as he did, making sure to leave the forest undisturbed as much as possible as you drove back to wherever it was that you came from.Â
Your car was now in the distance as Jason stood on the center of the road, memorising the shape and number of your licence plate. Sure, it was a little difficult at first, though, he made sure to commit the numbers to memory. He thought of remembering it as an easier way to pin consequences on your name if your presence slowly brought along unwanted companyâespecially those who would ruin the peace that Jason had painstakingly curated at Crystal Lake. You were only an afterthought to him.
That was the only reason for it, heâs sure of it.
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You didnât know what it was about Crystal Lake. The fact that it had been thriving without human contact, or the fact that you found comfort in a place that had been prohibited by the cops. You snuck in either way, seeing the place as a quick getaway from everything that stressed and irritated you.
Youâve heard of the rumours that surrounded the camp, many that plagued the lake that was situated at the bridge you made yourself comfortable on. The name was not as exaggerated, seeing how the crystal clear waters in its lowest tide, slow waves moving along as the sun began to set in the horizon.
Nobody had anything bad to say about the place itself, only the incidents that occurred in it, tainting the beautiful image that the camp promised. That was why the location was regarded in infamy, any operation running closing down soon to prevent any additional controversy.
That didnât stop the rumours from spiraling out of control after the incidents.
What was that she said about Jason? That âheâs still thereâ in that lake?Â
There were a lot of people to blame for the way the previous camps were held. You always recalled the nightly horror story of the boy that was to blame for the killingsâa pretext for all these murders to take place and in the manner in which copied Pamela Voorhees. She was the mother of that boy who drowned, if you recall correctly, and had been the only killer known and identified by the police to be responsible for a good handful of the massacres prior to 1979.Â
The whispers from town were hushed yet borderline tone deaf as they spoke about the cases. You initially watched as the elders gently attempted to silence any talk of Camp Crystal, but you were quick to find out that they were their own gossip mongersâboth loud and loquacious as they spoke of Jason Voorhees. They didnât have a problem insulting his appearance despite it being quite possible that the boy they speak of could be deceased for all they knew.
Mrs. Voorhees had been an âold friendâ of the camp organiser who tried to reopen Camp Crystal Lake back in 1979. She had also been killed by one of the girls who was the sole survivor of the massacre.
Rumour has it that Jason watched his mother die that night. They never recovered his body back in â57, didnât they?
Though, nobody has heard from Alice ever since she left.Â
Rumour has it that she met her demise after leaving. Nobody knew for sure, but they sure as hell were confident to speculate what was made of the girl.
Youâve come to realise that despite the horrible tragedies that took place, people were not at all shy in sharing their opinions and theories about the Voorhees whichâin your opinionâwas a contemptuous choice made by them to kick an already dead horse. In your perspective, the murders were one of passion. Did she even receive assistance after the news of her sonâs death? Was she only an afterthought for the people to mock and refer to as the mother of a disgrace?Â
Could that not be a reason for her rampage, that she did not receive help? You wanted to ask, but you kept quiet.
You learnt as you passed through the buzz about Camp Crystal, the story of Jason Voorhees was no longer a cautionary taleâone that spoke of an easily preventable incident due to the irresponsibility of guardians who decided to keep an eye on one another rather than on the children that were on camp.Â
The tale of Jason Voorhees had been reduced, one may even say degraded into a mere old folkâs taleâone for cheap horror, similar to buying into a pathetic novelty to experience a short thrill. It was now only just a story, a word of mouth akin to the stripping of the tree bark from its trunkâmarketing the tale once cautionary into something theatricalâa surface-level one, for that matter. Jason Voorhees was no longer seen as a victim, never was he even referred to as one either in the past when it happened. He was only a simple name that just so happened to be the drowned boy of Mrs. Voorhees, with his death being the straw that broke her psyche. He was an afterthought, just as much as she was.Â
It was.. shameless.
To add further insult to his name, the residents who lived in the town dare not to even think more about Jason, save for his name and his featuresâeach physical description of him they personally added with flair concocted with the idea of something monstrous and unimaginable.
A freak of Nature. You recall hearing one of the elderly say.Â
And yet, here you were, in the very place that the supposed monster monopolised as his territory, as much as it was his domain.
You initially came to the forest feeling braver than you were, as if the desire to prove yourself of somethingâa matter that did not necessarily involve the legend.Â
A multitude of reasons came to you to be used as the framework for your decision to visit the location, but not one of them appeared concrete enough for you to hold onto as a legitimate belief.
You could have been getting away from something, or someone. Perhaps you took the route of coping with yourself in silence, and the other was tempted to even lose the life you were havingâduring the off-chance that the murderer remained in the woods of Crystal Lake. Though the thought was only in passing, one that dissipated as soon as it materialised.
You couldnât bring yourself to assume the identity of the killer as Jason Voorhees. From what youâve heard, his name resurfaced just above the raging waters with agitated and irate relatives and friends pointing their fingers at him, blaming his curse of Crystal Lake being the argument for the lives that had been taken. Their reason for doing so? They believed in the idea, one that had Jason Voorhees reanimated into the form of an undead man, living through what no-one could even imagine. Even if their claims held any merit, it appeared that the bullying didnât stop at his death from long ago.Â
He became something to be feared and yet, mocked so freely and equally.Â
You only saw him as a person curated from a series of unfortunate events. You didnât fear Jason and the ideas that surrounded him. Not one bit.
That was why you came to visit Crystal Lake.
You found that the reputation of the area, paired with its prohibited access by the law enforcement, had made Crystal Lake charming in a peculiar way. It made the wooded area something close to one being off the beaten pathâa hidden gem that had been locked aside by the authorities to put a halt to the massacres committed. They were successful on the latter.
Maybe, just maybe, you were curious to know of the murderer who hid in the woods. The one responsible for the crimes, seemingly honouring the death of Mrs. Voorhees, and who had yet to be identified by the police.
The one that got away.
You supposed that you went off track once you stepped foot into the forest. The agenda you held out had been quickly snuffed, similarly to an already melted candle on its last few centimetres of waxâthe image mirroring your restraint in the environment you placed yourself in.
Youâve always had a close relationship with nature, after all. You couldnât help but immerse yourself into the wooded areas, being the environmentâs very own spectatorâwatching life move along, until your attention had returned onto the time on your watch. By the time you had adjusted yourself fully in the environment, evening would have arrived. It was especially noticeable with the sunsets that rested a little above the trees, a deep maroon taking over the sky before a gentle wash of blues and purples as day began to transition into night.
You left before it got that late, but you made sure to keep returning to Crystal Lake as much as you possibly could.
Your visits were almost weekly, and soon enough, you seemed to reestablish a newer reason to keep visiting the location, having discarded the previous idea of venturing into the area with a hint of curiosity and the slightest tinges of expectation.
You returned to Crystal Lake with zero expectations, embracing the flora and little fauna that were brave enough to interact with you. Whenever the time came for you to return home, you found that the hollowed feeling of desire no longer bubbles against your oesophagus. Your curiosity appeared far less prominent as you left satisfied.Â
Others chose to see Jason and the memory of him smeared across the sign. You chose to see the nature as it was on its own, appreciating it quietly on the sidelines. You supposed that the peace had left the forest unshaken by any interference from peopleâyou saw the photos of it before, it really seemed that nature took over once access to the location had been barred from the prying eyes of the public.
You brought along a small, portable camera to take multiple pictures to bring back home with you. Most of them were the lake, though some were focused on animals and even parts of the cabins that had been previously so full of life. One could already see that these cabins had people living in it, with all the paraphernalia that had been left behind by the people who died. It seemed as though those very same relatives didnât have the heart to retrieve the last few memories that could be repurposed to mourn for them in memory. Nobody ever told the public what they did with the suitcases and backpacks the counselors came with, you assumed the authorities threw them away to avoid anybody stumbling upon them.
And now, here you were, seated on the edge of the bridge. Your feet lightly brushed against the slow current of the lake. Your footwear was somewhere back at the entrance to the bridge, not wanting them to be dirtied let alone sink into the bottom of the waters no matter how clear it was.
You thought of the fact that this was the very same waters that Jason drowned in. What would he see in the water? Would it be similar to a fear, or was it indifference?
Your toes dipped into the water, moving them against the current. You watched the ripples made by it, another thought greeting you now.
Would he have pictured a monster swallowing him whole when he sank below the surface?
It was a morbid thought, but one that you had that fed into the curiosity that you had about the Voorhees.
Just who were you, Jason? What was Mrs. Voorhees like, to have her maternal love run as deeply as she had for you?
You felt pity for the boy, but something must have happenedâthere had to be more to the story of him.
They never said how he had been drowned. All you knew was that he drowned and that was all the elderly residents shared about him. Any more questions about him would only devolve into them talking about his appearance.
 That was the main reason you chose to be cautious in the forest you were walking through. You knew that after his death, the least you could do was dignify and uphold his name with the life that he lived. That was why you chose to trudge along Crystal Lake with a mindset of respect that you hoped would be reciprocated in one way or the other. As much as youâd like to treat the woods as something you knew for yourself, perhaps even as a companion of convenience as it only listensâthe woods are an acquaintance that you should hold out arms length away at best. You made sure to remain friendly, yet keep a distance away from uncharted and sectioned off areas that led to dead-ends. You couldnât help it, and there really was no harm for you to be careful in the end.
You grew more and more comfortable in Crystal Lake, holding onto the secret of your trespassing and shelving it to the very dark corner of your mind as you stuck to a routine of your own. You paid a visit to it every now and then, finding the bridge at the lake as the best spot for you to destress and escape from the bustling life back home.Â
They say those who enter these woods would die right after, though, you begged to differ with your personal experience. You found Crystal Lake relaxing.
Though, that was until you saw the tall figure of a man in the rear view mirror as you made your departure.Â
The image burned into your memory as you noted the physical characteristics of him, your perception of the lake was quickly amended to match one that was particularly unnerved with your findings. Who was that? Your heart made multiple somersaults, hitting itself against your ribcage as you high-tailed it home, your foot on the accelerator. You had just barely parked the vehicle, quickly retreating back into the comfort of your house with hands far too shaky.
Was that the murderer?
You couldnât sleep that night or the other nights that followed.Â
You religiously read through the news reportsâthe articles that people before you had accessed out of mere curiosity, similar to how you were doing in your own attempt to find any description of a man who looked to be well over 6 foot and had clothing that matched the one that you encounteredâbut the information you found that pertained to it had only been one of speculation and was mainly gossip. Those that you found that supported your description were those that had also mentioned Jason, tying his name with the man in question. You couldnât help but think it was wrong to think that that was the answer.
A single night turned into days until it had been a week of you being cooped up in your home, a few days past the date when you would usually visit Crystal Lake. You didnât know for sure, but you were well aware of the fact that you were getting obsessed with the legend of Jason Voorheesâyou were falling into your own curiosity again. That was the opposite of what you wanted to do, you were slowly ending up just like the rest of these folk who misinterpret the purpose of his story.Â
âIâm getting worried over nothing.â You whispered to yourself, chewing on your lip as you set the information awayâmaking sure to shut the tabs that held the many forums you read through thoroughly.
âItâs either that Iâm seeing things, or that I had quite literally missed a murderer that was right behind me.â You reasoned, moving toward your drawer that held the photographs taken at Crystal Lake, attempting to calm yourself. Think about the scenery, ignore the massacres that were tied to itâlooking at the plants alone, one would have never thought it would have listened to such horrific crimes taking place. You knew you couldnât bring up the man at Crystal Lake, knowing the authorities would ask you why was it that you were there in the first place. If it were from a spur of your own imagination, you could only imagine the frustration that it would bring to the police officers, and God knows what would happen to you. Your account would be one that held little to no merit, wasting their time in the process.Â
Youâre overthinking this. A thought chastises you into a less panicked state.Â
How about thisâ Another one offers. âWhy not see for yourself that the man is only a figment of your imagination?
You decided to sleep, your mind quelled for the first time in a long while. When tomorrow arrives, youâll follow through with the idea.
If only you knew what was to come.
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You were absent again. He wonders about what happened.
It was a quiet day for Jason. The birds were away for the time being, recalling them migrating for a short period of time. That meant that Jason was alone with his thoughts, leaving memories in wake. One slowly crept up behind him, before replaying itself before his very eyes.
A little boy sat at a bench doodling away on a piece of paper, a camp hat blocking any facial features if you were someone looking at him from afar. The bench was behind the mess hall, a discarded bench due to there being far too many markings engraved into the table top. It was secluded, just as how his mother wanted. Most of the reasons for her doing so was due to the negative reaction toward her boy.Â
Jason watched the scene play out, recalling that day vividly. He paused on his routine for now, which was him cutting a few flowers from the bushes. He had been growing them for a while, though it appeared that today had been bountifulâmultiple of them now abundant amongst the shrubbery.
âJason, Iâve brought you lunch!â The ever so familiar, delicate voice of his mother was what he picked up. She always held a particular tone with how she spoke, he realised as he set the pencil down. Each spoken sentence were said in a motherly coo, one that offered him comfort as she held out every item that she got ahold of for him to review and experience on his own. A smile formed on his face, one that had been kept hidden for only his mother to see. It was hard to not smile whenever he was with her, seeing how much effort she made to help the boy feel more comfortable.
How long had it been since he heard her voice? His undead heart clenched itself tightly, eyes now a pinpoint focus on her for the time being. The only voice he had heard was yours, though it held a bit of an exhausted tone whenever you spoke to yourself.
In her hands now were a tray of food. Jason readily accepted the meal, trusting his motherâs judgment as he began to eat.Â
As usual, his mother picked up the drawing to inspect it. It was a drawing of stickmen, one of him and the other was her. âMommy and Meâ was written above the two, some of the letters seemingly written far more shakily than the other.
âOh, this drawing is beautiful.. Mommy is very proud of you.â Jason didnât even have to look at her to know that she smiled again, his chest puffing out in pride at her words. He continued to eat, enjoying the meal.
This time around was strangely different. The air went still.
Jason remembered this memory, as it had occurred exactly two days before it happened.
âJason, sweetie.â She began, her tone sounding.. Unhappy. The little boy looked up, putting a pause on eating as he straightened himself in his seat. âOne day, Mommy will not be here for you anymore. Not now, but when youâre older.â An uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.Â
To think that the opposite happened.. Jason could not even begin to imagine what his dear mother had felt when everything went horribly wrong.
âIn the future, you will meet someone you will find yourself loving. Someone you will find worth protecting. You remember what I told you about love, right Jason?ââ A nod. ââGood. I know you will find the right person for you.. You are such a good boy, after all. I know that whoever it is will be so lucky. Mommy taught you best.â
When he was as young as he was back then, the words came to him as a comfort that someone was destined out there for him to meet. The words were bittersweet to him now, seeing the state that he was in now. Was there really anybody worth protecting? He glossed over the people that he met during the time Camp Crystal Lake had been active, only recognising troublemakers and people who were as cruel as the kids back then. It was brief, though his mother speaking once again quickly grabbed at his attention.
âBe sure to treat yourself right as well, okay? The person should be as kind to you as they are with natureââ The boy nodded along at her words, agreeing with them despite not seeming to understand them completely. She smiled anyway as she continued. ââThey should be someone that appreciates the simpler things as well.â
Jason couldnât help but remember you as soon as she mentioned it.Â
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You woke up at the crack of dawn thanks to the alarm you set, your mind quieter now as you left your bed. You had to head to work and meet up with a few friends of yours.Â
You cursed yourself for not planning ahead, knowing how full your schedule was for today. The day began without a hitch, despite your obvious discomfort.Â
At times, you wondered if you should change your mind on the visit to Crystal Lake by moving the slot to tomorrow rather than today. The obvious promise made to yourself hung heavy in your mind when you did so, alongside a strange feeling of determination to settle things for yourself once and for all.Â
You bit back your thoughts, your mind now focusing on the other people that you now had to tend to. Apologising, you went on ahead and continued chatting with your friends. The man you saw can be wondered about for later, but you would rather concentrate on the life that you had in this town of yours instead of your post-social hideaway.Â
It was only a few hours then, the morning slowly turned to noon. Work was over, and the friends who loitered around you began to detach from you as they headed to their homes or to continue on meeting with their own friends. It was one or the other, really. By this time, you would be packing everything to get home by yourself, too, but the prospects of what that meant for you later had you feeling uneasy.
Despite that, you swallowed the feelings you had and left your workplace. Making a beeline toward your car, you drove back home. You quickly showered, putting on comfortable clothing for yourself before heading out once more, making sure to clear the thoughts that attempted to intrude your mindâones that wanted to have you doubt and give up on chasing whatever it was.
No. You werenât backing out of this now, you were in it so deepâyou feel curiosity burning through your veins. Your foot was on the accelerator again once you drove through the familiar road that led you to Crystal Lake.
You parked yourself in the same spot by the woods, locking your car once more before heading out on foot. The sun began to set in the horizon as you followed along the beaten path in the direction toward the lake.
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âI know you like the woods here at Crystal Lake.. Maybe you two could even live old together. The lake is really pretty to look at after dark ⌠Maybe Mommy could sneak you out for you to see it yourself.â She sighed softly, going silent momentarily as she began to look to the clearingâone that had a small view of the lake.
 Jason never had the chance to with her, but due to the circumstances for him, he saw the stars that dotted along the skyline for himself. She was right about it being pretty.
He wondered if you had seen it as well.Â
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What?
What spurred him to even wonder about it? You were an intruder. A voice hissed.
Yet, you never did anything that was particularly bad for or to the environment.Â
Not once did you bring people over to wreak havoc, you kept returning to Crystal Lake by yourself. He had multiple opportunities to kill you himself. But he never did.Â
Why was that?
Soon, the memory that seemed to had suddenly play before him made sense.
âIn the future, you will meet someone you will find yourself loving. Someone you will find worth protecting.â
Was this what you meant, mother? He wondered, his eyes widening as he realised what it was that implied for him. Wouldnât it be impossible?
As if he was struck by lightning once more, he soon realised the double meaning with his motherâs words.Â
You were kind to nature, someone so delicate with the wildlife as much as you blended in with the environmentâas if you were a part of it through his eyes. As if you were meant to be there, in the woods of Crystal Lake. Jason realised that you were the one for him.Â
âThe right person for you..â His motherâs voice echoed in his head once more, strengthening his conclusion in the process.
As if chance had simply made it so, he felt a presence step foot in his territory. Jason initially stuck to the assumption once more that it was an intruder, but he was quick to realise that it was you.
âIt doesnât matter if you are preparing to head to camp or meeting up with friends⌠You have to at least make a good impression for the others.â His motherâs voice echoed, her words a hint that the man quickly understood.Â
Jason was quick to realise that he was severely unprepared, taking the opportunity provided to him quite seriously. He looked around, wondering of what he could use to give you a good impression of him. Jason noticed that his left hand was occupied, only now recalling that he had flowers in his hand.Â
âDo you remember the special language the flowers have, Jason? Each flower has its meaning⌠I know you remember it well.â
Jason nodded, staring at the flowers that he had retrieved. His right hand grabbed the garden scissors, the blades seemingly rusted over time but still usable. The man got up, a wave of determination now over him. Jason began to move to spots where the flowers he had planted all that time ago were, uncaring of the fact that it was turning into night. That hadnât stopped him before, nor will it stop him when he had a goal to work toward.
âI knew youâd understand, Jason.â
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The fact that it turned night seemed to be the last message of the universe telling you that it was a bad idea. It didnât help the fact that you were freezing cold, despite wearing quite warmly. The cold bit at your exposed hands and face, the entire ordeal uncomfortable but not enough to have you leave. It did the opposite, driving you forward to keep moving through the woods.Â
The dark made it harder to navigate, but you managed as you slowly inched toward the lake. You passed the worn down bench, a simple indicator that you were getting closer. It was out of place, though the moss and vines that grew over it made it a part of natureâmore that fueled the idea of nature taking course and growing over all that had been manmade, slowly but surely.
You saw the bridge, still visible despite the darkness from the night tinting the woods to something you could barely see. You stared at the nightsky. It was the first time you did so, never having the chance to see how the stars appeared on the skyline. As you laid your eyes upon it, you had only one thought occupy your mind as you did so.
The sight was nothing short of extraordinary. It captivated youâand that feeling by itself made the trip bearable for you, at least for now.Â
You moved cautiously before sitting in place, right at the very spot that you had sat at all these weeks now, admiring the stars living in the sky.
Throughout the entire trip reaching here, not once had you seen the man from that night. You never saw even a glimpse of him, nor did you hear anything that could have come from the man of his stature. The adrenaline you had no longer lingered, your mindâs rationale returning to reprimand you for your foolishnessâto think that you were that lucky to escape the clutches of a murderer. The man is not even real, nor does it even seem that he even stayed in the woods at every waking moment. If it were true, you shouldâve have died long ago, right as you even trekked to the bridge.
Your rationale appeared to win, though this steadfast mindset didnât stay for long as what appeared as an irrational fear materialised into reality before you. To think that it all began with a soft creak against the whining wooden planks of the bridge behind you. In an instant, you rose to your feet as you turned to the direction that the noise had been made.Â
The personâs appearance had been obstructed due to how dark it was, though you quickly realised that the outline of them matched the man you saw in the rear view window. You saw that his hands were holding onto something and that he was now blocking the way to what would be a clean and quick escape, those two facts alone made you all the more anxious.Â
There he was, standing before you.Â
You stood still, your body frozen in place, your heart leaping to your throat as the man began to step toward you.
You expected this man, whom you recognised as the culprit behind the crimes, to strike at you with whatever he had in his hands.
You didnât expect the man to embrace you in a hug, let alone for you to know that the item he held were flowers.
Everything hit you all at once, after you realised who it was that you were embracing.Â
The rumours were true.Â
âŚJason never really died, did he?
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Jason had finally met you. Face to face. His hands that held the arrangement of flowers tremblingânot out of fear, but rather a strange sentiment of thrill that coursed through his body. He passed the bouquet to his left hand, as its original spot where he had that idea of a first impression for you.Â
He moved closer, with every step taken a soft creak was sounded through the silence that now overtook Crystal Lake.Â
He couldnât see your face, but he knew he didnât need to. You would accept him either way.
In quick succession, Jason wrapped his arms around you tightly. Holding you close to him, the flowers were now on the floor to your right. They had accidentally fallen from his grip due to his sudden decision to embrace you, but Jason supposed that a first impression was already made.
It took a few moments, perhaps even longer, Jason could never tell the time that it tookâbut he noticed the movement from your arms as it reciprocated his action. He shut his eyes close slowly, basking in the warmth your body provided alongside the physical contact.
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Some time passed, a few hours passed with the sun beginning to break through the dark sky. The sound of water moving about fluidly.
You initially believed that the entire incident was a nightmare, one that had culminated over the course of days you had spent absorbing every detail the articles had spoken of regarding the murderer.
In reality, you flush against someoneâs chestâthe torso adorning the same tattered clothing from before. You slowly lifted your head, looking up to now see the man up close.
He was exactly as described in those accounts, the hockey mask and the attire were what this man adorned. A detail you realised was that a singular eye stared back at you through the eye hole. That detail brought to you your conclusion, that very man responsibleâwas none other than Jason Voorhees. He was aliveâwell, for the most partâas you felt yourself move with every heave, his chest rising.
Jason Voorhees was alive and you couldnât tell a soul about it.
You supposed that he would kill you soon, though you quickly noticed that you both remained on the bridge. Only a few feet away, you now noticed the bouquet of flowers that laid on the planks, it had been hard to even distinguish it in the dark.
They were beginning to rot due to the elements, but they were still discernible to the eye.
In the bouquet lay baptisia, a few bearded irises, and a ladyâs mantle. The roses surrounded the flora in a neat ensemble, twine tied around it in a neat bow to fully portray its meaning toward you.
Seeing this arrangement with your own eyes had you feeling a sense of contentment overtook your body despite the conflicted thoughts that swarmed you. It was strange, finding relief in knowing that he wouldnât harm you. A strange thatÂ
You returned your gaze to Jasonâs, stilling once you felt a thumb gently caress your cheek. It felt as though it was his attempt to show you his feelings without showing you his facial expressions.
At that moment, you realised that this arrangement was one that you could slowly get used to.Â
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You had fallen asleep in his arms that night.Â
Jason felt accomplished with himself to have you sleep as comfortably as you did in his arms. He had seen you shivering prior. In response he, in a sense, had provided for you as a shield, perhaps a blanket was a better term, from the cold that nipped at your skin.
You woke up, of course, but you didnât fear him once you realised who it was. You didnât seem to fear him at all, as if you were indifferent to the fact that you were in the arms of a undead man. Jason felt his heart flutter softly as he realised it.Â
When you leaned into his hand that has his thumb caressing your cheek ever so affectionately, his heart picked up a little more. His heartbeat began to quicken in response, his gaze softening even further as he hugged you close once again. Jason knew he was being greedy for affection, but this is what good boys deserve, donât they?
You were someone who didnât view him in disgust, heâs seen it in your eyes. They held satisfaction whenever you appreciate the flora and fauna that he helped mendânoting the appreciation you had for the little things in life, just as his mother had described.Â
You didnât venture into Crystal Lake in search of him, but it was seemingly for yourself as an escape. He assumed that it so due the exhaustion you seemed to have lingering at times whenever you visited.
With each confirmation, Jason realised that you had become someone that was worth protecting.Â
You were real, someone that Jason could hold close to him and share his affection towards.
Jason made sure to wrap his arms around you gently, with him now realising how nice it was to be in your embrace.
Baptisia: Protective / Protection.
Bearded Iris: Faith, hope, courage, wisdom and admiration.
Lady's Mantle: Comforting love.
Rose: Romance, love, beauty and courage.
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Slashers; Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Ghostface (Billy Loomis + Stu Macher), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG + RZ), Thomas Hewitt
To be fair, youâd never have expected this to happen.
⢠Billy Lenz
So long as you are associated with the sororityâbe it that you frequent their home or live in it, Billy would have already known all about you. Heâs even started adding you as an additional detail to his calls, unnerving the girls even more the longer they were occupying the house.
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âShh! Itâs the Moaner!â One of the sorority girls exclaimed, attempting to hush the bustling Christmas party. The chattering came to an abrupt pause, as multiple footsteps neared the rotary phone that sat atop the table. His voice rang through, surprising them with the new addition animosity. The disembodied voice began chanting your name, similar to a mantra before crudely cackling once more. Barb steps in, feeling quite irritated that the man changed his sights from the sorority to youâsomeone who isnât even a resident of the home.
âWhy are youâ ___âs got nothing to do with this, you fucking creep!â
âNaughty, naughty piggy.. Billy knows.. Billy wants ___! Tell Billy, bitch piggyâtell Billy now!â The man screamed many more expletives toward the girls, Barb having held the phone at an armâs length as she waited for his response. The girls clung onto eachother, worry appearing on their faces the more they listened. One of the girls took matters into her own hands, snatching the phone and hanging upâcutting off the Moanerâs rage-filled screaming from reaching them. Silence returned in the house, with the girls looking at each other knowing now that you were involved in their mess.
They knew they had to let you know as soon as possible.
⢠Bubba Sawyer
Multiple factors were in place in which you would be spared by both Bubba and Drayton, itâs possible that you knew the Texan family when they were still active in the slaughterhouse. There was also the offchance that Drayton held a soft spot for you, which guaranteed your survival.
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âWoah, woah, woah! Ainât that someone familiar, Bubba?â Draytonâs voice seemed to hold a tone of surprise, as if he was not expecting a victim. The younger Sawyer tilted his head in confusion, multiple questions forming in his head as he wondered what it was that seemed to bewilder the ever so uptight Drayton. He remembered bringing back two people, both were knocked out by the blunt force of slamming the back of the chainsaw against their heads.
âYaâ donât look at âem, donât yaâ... Look at âem real close up.â He ordered, Bubba following his line of sight as he focuses on you. He squints through the mask, drinking in the image of you. As if lightning struck his ownâhe now realised who it was he struck himself. A shocked squeal erupted from his throat, his legs now on autopilot as he stumbled toward your unconscious body, babbling apologies as he held you. The excessive movement had you waking up soon after.
You found yourself face to face with Bubba, who seemed sheepish.
⢠Ghostface
  ⢠Billy Loomis
You might have met either through Stu or at the VHS store while you asked the closest personâthat being himâfor recommendations, resulting in an engaging discussion of horror films before quickly devolving into you exchanging numbers to each other before heading home.
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âGood talk, I totally get your enthusiasm. It was nice talking to you⌠Uh..â
âBilly. Billy Loomis. It was nice talking to you too.. Wanna talk later? We can exchange numbers.â
You nodded, passing him your number before leaving the VHS store. Sure, it wasnât every day that you met a diehard fan of horror movies, even going so far as to get into the details of the production itself and quoting directly from the actorsâyou were in no place to judge a person for their interests. You had your own interests and youâre sure youâd be passionate too if someone asked you about it.
It was already night by the time you were at home looking over the new movies rented for the time being. Feeling indecisive, you kept shuffling through the choices you had. By a stroke of luck, you were greeted with a familiar voice. A smile appeared on your features as you began talking to Billy. It was as if he were providing you with his own reassurance through simply talking to you. With all pleasantries aside, down came the questions.
âHey, Billy.â His response was strangely quiet, a soft yeah as his reply. Heâs probably busy with something.
âRemember those movies you saw me pick out?â A hum in agreement now.Â
âWhich oneâs your favourite?â
  ⢠Stu Macher
You are associated with Stu in school, often acting as his cover whenever he was up to his shenanigans. How were you upgraded to such a role? It was because you were seated closest toward the door to the classroom. You even stalled the teacher whenever he snuck back in.
~
âDid you see the look on her face? Did you see!?â Stu nudged you, a wide grin over his features.
You chuckled with him. No matter how many times you promised to not entertain Stuâs anticsâit was pretty damn funny at how easily he got under the skin of those he pranked. In your eyes, it was merely harmless fun, there wasnât any reason to get angry about it seeing how the pranks were juvenile. Even then, the only one jeopardising his time was him, really. Though you supposed that there were changes. One thing that was different was that Stu began approaching you outside of class.
âHey, uh.. ___? How about we head out for lunch and.. yâknow, hang out then?â He asked, scratching the back of his head nervously as he waited for your response. He lit up once he saw you perk up.
âOh, sure. Where do you think we should go?â You asked, interested to know, much to Stuâs delight. He clapped his hands as if he struck gold after a moment of thinking. He smiled at you, his eyes scanning the hallway that was now empty.Â
âI know just the place! Hmm.. think you can handle skipping the day?â He asked, seeing your face quickly contort into one of concern. He laughed in amusement, patting your back assuringly.
âDonât worry, Iâll cover for you this time!â
⢠Jason Voorhees
He assumed that he had seen every type of person who trekked along his home, but never would he expect to see someone who came alone and blended in with the environment. Jason watched you, waiting in silence for you to do something that would allow him to strike. You never did.
~
Jasonâs hands were tightly balled into fists, his gaze boring into your back as he followed you around quietly. He waited for you to commit a discrepancy, a mistake that would lead to your death and yet here you were, taking photos. You avoided the trail that led into his territoryâmeaning you followed the signs to not trespass. Your orderliness initially irritated him, as he presumed it wouldnât take long before you broke itâso he kept watching you, waiting.
The more time passed, his frustrations with you turned into one of simple respect. You kept to yourself and made sure to keep away from the sectioned off areas. Jason returned to his routine, from where he began to watch you less. What he didnât realise was that he would be sighted in those very photos you took, which didnât go unnoticed by you. You were alarmed, though you kept that concern aside in case it were a fault of the camera. Despite that, you attempted to entertain yourself by getting flowers by one of the many spots he was sighted.
When you returned to that spot, the flowers were not rotting as you expected.Â
They were gone.
 Instead, a fresh pink rose laid under the âWelcome to Camp Crystal Lakeâ sign.Â
⢠Michael Myers
  ⢠â78/OG
Crossing paths with someone during his downtime was something that was strange, but never unexpected. OG found himself intrigued with youâjust what were you doing, walking the streets of Haddonfield at three in the morning? He was curious, deciding to watch you after that encounter.
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Michael watched you move about on your nights once more, seeing how you weaved through the streets as you held onto the groceries. You seemed to be well established in Haddonfield, though not many of the residents were anything but mere acquaintances that you were coincidentally on good terms with. You never knew them personally, but you knew them enough to be something that can remain in their memories for a good week or two.Â
Michael watched you move closer toward him, appearing distracted before bumping shoulders with him. Your head quickly faced him, apologising. Before you could leave, however, Michael grabbed a few of the bags that you had dropped when you had bumped into him, head tilting slightly. This was considered heavy? You couldnât tell him by his face, though you asked him to help with the bags if he didnât mind. He began to move, in which you took it was his way of saying, âyesâ. You thanked him either way. The residents of Haddonfield were nice.Â
You made your way home, taking out your keys before you heard the sound of bags hitting onto the front porch. You turned around to thank the helpful man once more, but he was gone.Â
  ⢠RZ
It was difficult to catch his attention with how he resorts to living inside his mind majority of the time, if there happened to not be any goal present to drive him. You happened to intercept it right before he was to transition into it. Your disturbance now led to you right on his radar.
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Not once had you felt unsafe in your home with all the doors and windows locked and shut tightâensuring any break-in attempts to be close to null. That was until now, long after you had passed that man who had been standing near that old, abandoned Myers home. He seemed lost in though, though you couldnât know for sure. You chalked it up as him being one of those young adults who had felt like they needed to prove something by entering a scrutinised place.Â
âWhatâs the point? Let them rest in peace..â You grumbled under your breath, quickening your pace as you headed home, unaware of the fact that the man by the home was now looking in your direction.Â
Michael followed you into your home, absorbing the layout in its entirety before he hid himself out of sight as you continued your routine at home. Michael took note of the fact that you were glancing around a lot more, your face holding one of discomfort. He inferred that you felt him watching youâmeaning that you were more aware than the others. He made sure to commit it to memory to replay as you resigned for the night and head to bed. You woke up later at night, feeling an urge to survey your room before slumber could return to you.
You couldnât help but feel a shiver down your spine once you saw your bedroom window open.
⢠Thomas Hewitt
You had to know of him without the influence of Sheriff Hoyt in the way. You might accidentally cross paths at an abandoned area of Texas, one that was Thomasâ personal retreat whenever he feels overwhelmed by his family. With no chainsaw and you simply passing by, he let you go.Â
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âI didnât know that there were still people living hereâSorry, sorry. Iâm just passing through, really.â You stammered, staring at the man who stood before you. He donned a mask that covered his mouth and nose, the material appeared to be one out of leather, which intrigued you.Â
âThatâs a really nice mask you have. Did you make it yourself?â You asked, genuine curiosity ever so present in your voice as you did so. His gaze was otherworldly, as if they were staring right through you, despite the fact that he bore human eyes.
All it took was a grunt and a nod to have you letting up slowly. Thomas continued to stare, taking in your features as you stood there, similar to a deer in headlights. You didnât insult his appearance or made comparison of him with an animal. He thought through possibilities, before he ultimately decided that you werenât worth the chaseâespecially with him simply wanting time alone by himself. It took Thomas all he had to speak, the words seeming to escape from him when he did.
â..Go home.â His voice was softer than he recalled, though he chalked it up to him not finding a need to do so at this point, but you got the message. You made sure to say goodbye before leaving him be.
It felt almost fortuitous that you managed to escape the way you did.
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