Hello again everyone! Been a while, huh? Alright, I'll get straight to the point.
I'm leaving this account. I don't think I can restore it or even be active here anymore, I've lost interest in posting and life's been giving me a hard time(hence why I didn't open this account). I'm not even enthusiastic about posting slasher content. I'll probably delete this or just leave it to rot here.
But I'd just want to thank some people who have been with me when I was still strenuous in publishing quantity. <3
if i thought my obsession with Michael with the mask alone was bad,,,, knowing this is what the actor who played him looked like (when laurie took his mask off) yikes lmao guess whos screwed
i know weโre both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what iโm saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when itโs raining. what iโm saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what iโm saying is that iโm here for you and if the train comes please move.
A/N: yes babes, I'm back to the Creepypasta fandom๐(Actually I've gotten dragged back by my friends. It's their fault)Anyways, did you lovely have a nice day? Afternoon? Evening? I sure hope you did:D
TW! Mentions of Statics, Violence.
!CREEPYPASTAS ARENT REAL. SLENDERMAN ISNT REAL. NONE OF THEM ARE!
!Not proofread!
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The Operator, or should I say, The Boss. Is nothing more of an Entity using it's prey for the sole purpose of obtaining its ability. He can be assertive. He will be assertive if it means monitoring his proxies for them not to go insane.
He can be proud if they do good on their missions, that's it. He wants nothing with useless, weak, and pitiful proxies(that goes for the pastas, too.) He doesn't care if they get sick, or they get another disease. They will be going on a mission whether they like it or not, that's how it'll be if you work for The Operator.
The Boss isn't the one to mess with. One wrong move you're gonna get a tentacle on your wrist or throat. He wants respectful and professional proxies and pasta in his presence, he doesn't care if they don't act as professional as they are inside his office. As long as you keep your mindset straight and professional you're all good.
Be wise when you're faced with Him. Do not speak when you're not spoken to. Act civil and proficient in front of him. If you don't follow them you're gonna get a warning.
The third floor, where his office is assumed to be, is full of statics everywhere. You can't walk further down without your skull feeling like spikes have been struck to them.
Personality & Traits:
He is more likely to be eerily patient if he wants. He doesn't show if he's angry or displeased. His voice and face are just devoid of nothing.
He picks people that seemed experienced with murdering, not just because he's 'okay' with taking people out of the blue or 'saying' "he cares about this person and is willing to train them" or because he's met them before. He has taste when recruiting murderers and has made his proxies do all the work for him.
He stands at 9'8(in my head, he is.) And has used his tentacle to grab or hit someone with it. He doesn't care if they scar, that just shows he can kill them if they betray his loyalty or something more.
He's okay with fanatics. As long as you don't find them and stay away from their location you're gonna see the other day:D
He isn't one to 'magically' fall in love with someone he found. He won't acknowledge it and never will. The Operator most likely has no care for those and keeps things mostly to himself.
Why donโt you have a filler episode with no real stakes thatโs focused more on exploring character relationships than moving any sort of plot along and maybe youโll feel better
I've been feeling down lately and all I've been thinking about is getting a comforting hug from either of my husbands ๐ฅบ, sooooo I drew some slashers based on this meme ๐๐โค๏ธ
Michael is TRYING to not crush your head ๐ฅฐ
you are playing with fire y/n ๐
Thomas gets all flustered when you hug him, he doesn't know what to do ๐๐ and he doesn't want to hurt you ๐ฅบโค๏ธ
Bubba gets all excited when you hug him, he can't say no to a bear hug!! ๐ปโค๏ธ
Jason doesn't understand what are you doing with your hands, but he's happy If you are happy ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ
Can you do a one of soft Michael calling s/o by a pet name for the first time?
Michael Myers (Halloween)
MASTERLIST
small drabble. enjoy the fluff! (a lil angst too but dont worry lol)
this is so cute ugh- im sorry this is short but yeah.. anyways, ignore spelling mistakes. i will fix it later or something. thanks for the request! xo
Heat slowly hugs your body in the form of a blanket while you stare out the window from upstairs to watch the fall leaves swirl around in the wind. Youโve grown used to the silence in this house-- The Myers home wasnโt known for bright lights and music, after all. The house is almost always silent and dark which is very similar to the man youโre involved with.
Michael Myers; The masked man who haunts Haddonfield. But for some reason, he never scared you despite his actions and lack of empathy. If anything, it pushed you to reach out to him in a gentle manner, you know it would be stupid to act aggressive with a man like him.ย
The longer he let you live gave him the chance of falling in love, in his own ways at least. It all started with his stalking, but without the knife. Then he stared - never looking away unless you did first. Michael liked to study you, watch you live life day by day, loving the way you slept at night, so unaware of the danger. But deep down - both of you knew he didnโt have the guts to do anything.
You are his first and for that - he blames you.ย
Michael blames you for the way his chest aches when you cry. He blames you for the warm, fuzzy feeling he gets if you patch up his wounds all while telling him to be more careful. Michael is your last - he is somewhat insecure for that fact. He blames you for all his insecurities and self doubt, the ability to keep his blood-lust low enough to keep you safe. And most of all, Michael blames you for the way he is staring at you after coming home covered in deep shades of red, heart pounding and chest heaving. The worst part? That itch to hunt fades the second he is around your energy; pure and strong.ย
Michael slowly made his way behind you - reaching for your shoulder but then he sees his stained hand and fingers - they tremble, he sighs to himself and pulls away. He is skilled enough to leave the room unnoticed - you didnโt even sense him in the room in the first place.
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Blood drains in the sink. Old shirts and a bottle of rubbing alcohol is on the now stained counter, the shirts soaked up most of the blood. Michael is quick to recover and patch himself up but he wants you doing this. Ever since the first time, he craves it. You donโt yell and call him evil. Michael is taken care of if youโre the one cleaning him up. He never had that in his life until now.
Itโs always been you; the light of his life, consumed by darkness and hidden seas of emotion. Michael is free spirited when you are next to him. And when you are away for whatever reason - he is drained yet charged up with rage and the desire to hunt within seconds.ย
โMichael? What are you doing in here alone? You could have told me to help.โ Your voice pulls him away from the void of something he cannot name nor does he want to stick around long enough to find out.
The masked man slowly turns and shrugs, his one good eye staring at you, loving the way you lean against the doorframe so casually; he is a mess inside and out but you are so calm, so willing to love him.
You sigh and shake your head with a small smile.ย โCome on, sit down. You know how this goes.โ
Michael sits on the toilet with you soon following after, sitting on his lap while checking the wounds on his neck and face. Youโre too focused on helping the man you love to notice the way his breathing changed, how his hands held onto your clothing as if youโd vanish once he let go. He was stuck in his own pit of the unknown to notice his mask has been off for a few minutes now. He let you see him before but it was always so quick that itโs hard to capture like a photo, your mind struggled to remember every detail. But right now - you see Michael for who he is, a man who has been deprived of love and proper guidance. And he is so very handsome - you always remind him of how handsome he is after every session of patching him up but this time he beat you to it, making your heart flutter and skip a beat- only to pound afterwards with a weird rush of adrenaline.
Your cheek is caressed by his thumb, he looks into your eyes for some time before looking away to focus on your whole face instead, his voice is raspy and low - the lack of use being the reason. All Michael can say in this moment is what he truly thinks and believes, there's nothing that could change his mind.
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