INTO THE DARKNESS WE GO

let your mind wander, into the darkest pits of depravity. Let your desires run wild

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HERE BE SLASHERS

My name is M, but you can call me Lady. Don't worry about the pronouns, I'm okay with whatever you wish. A blog dedicated to slashers and horrors, and gore. And for that, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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EROS

Oh, how much you love those sighs. You worked hard for them after all. It wasn't everyday that you got to explore every inch of those muscles, gently laying kisses in your wake, making him slightly breathless. Especially as your hand roamed from his throat, slowly going down, and down.

But most importantly, those moan. Whispered like a secret in the night. You drank those like they were fine wine. And they were. Your mouth couldn't get enough of them, his lips so plump and red.

Gently rocking in and out,you understood what he saw. Those blissed eyes, full of tears, that lovely round mouth open, moaning and sighing your name.

It was addicting.

Very much so.

And when you hit that spot? That full on choked scream made you feral. Oh gosh. That was music in your ears.

"We're not done yet, darling. Can you be a good boy for me? you whispered, raising goosebumps on your wake.

It was going to be a long night.

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LOVELY DISASTER

A/N: students were mesmerized by the new taxidermy professor. And he was too. For different reasons.

Voices about a new professor of Taxidermy started to make their way around the university. He heard more than one of his students refer to this particular professor in different ways: some debated if they were man or woman, some asked why they were so reserved. Others admired the mysterious yet slightly menacing way they conducted themselves, keeping themselves to themselves without so much as a sweat.

Others even dared to compare him to the new arrival, citing similarities between the two.

To say he was curious was saying nothing. He merely wanted to know who he would have to work with. But he came up empty handed. There was no name, no record. Nothing.

He sat in his class, mulling about this rarity, when a voice broke him out of his reverie.

It was...soft, yet deep. It held great knowledge and commanded respect. It was chilling.

"You won't find anything if you don't ask, doctor Emory" said the man, leaning against the desk.

He had androgynous features, but he betrayed no emotion whatsoever. Asa found himself obsessed by such beauty.

"By the way, Professor y/n. A pleasure to meet a fellow enjoyer" he said, extending a elegant yet purposeful hand.

"I know what you're thinking. I can see it in your eyes. And...I understand" he murmured, leaning dangerously close to the taller man's ear, "I understand the thrill behind such creations. I love them in fact" he continued, before straightening up and moving towards the door.

It wasn't common to leave Asa speechless, but this time it happened. "Let me keep you company, the parking lot is dangerous, especially at this hour" he said, trying to get to know more of this enchanting man.

"Much appreciated. You never know what lurks in the dark. Although I should know, I'm a collector of such things" he singed, before subduing the collector.

Not that he minded.

Later that evening, a confused Asa awoke inside a Victorian-like apartment. Filled and decorated with gothic like decor, giving out a refined yet dangerous aesthetic.

He tried to move and found out he hadn't been immobilised, but he had been stripped of his knives.

He explored the house, marvelling at the well kept bodies around the living room, and admiring especially the well kept and rare species of Tarantula.

"I see you have woken up" said y/n, lounging in nothing but red pajamas on the sofa, " I apologize for the ...sudden departure, but I couldn't help myself. I love fellow minded people and I knew that I had to act before you " he continued, not once breaking eye contact.

He was so close...yet so far away.

He wanted nothing more than to act.

He wanted...

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Your avatar is amazing!

thank you very much

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Hello M! slashers for a crazy boy s/o ♡

Not sure what you meant, but enjoy

PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO

Your personality attracted them. When society deems you a problem, a danger to its very foundation, they are there to praise the very soil you walk in

You aren't afraid of the unconventional, quite the opposite. You look for it, never shying away from the gruesome facet of reality.

Hannibal is one such admirer: he knew from the first time he met you at the library that you were different. It took just a glance. Predators knew each other after all. In your eyes he saw a dangerous curiosity. He knew you knew who he was, yet you held such fondness that he could not help himself. He longed for you, deeply. And it made his heart beat faster when he found sculptures dedicated to him. A declaration of love, bathed in the blood of the lambs. Pure and unconditional love.

You were like a God walking amongst the proselytes, and he was your fervent disciple. You grace his presence with love and blood, and he can't help but offer you more of his arts, hoping to declare in the most candid way what he felt. Love was ablaze, and the heart he served you was the loudest form of love you have ever been graced by

Jesse knew you were different, in fact you never questioned why he had so many snuff films or why he had to go away on business trips so often. Nor the numerous and quite impressive collection of knives. He told you one night what he did and you only shrugged, asking him what he wanted for dinner instead.

He fell hard, and he asked you on such day to marry him. Blood reflected off your shirt, making you an ethereal sight. An angel of war, born by steel and blood. His own little psycho. He loved you, so much that it hurt. And the little piggy you gifted him for his anniversary? If he ever had doubts about your dedication, they vanished that day. Killing together had never been so intimate and meaningful

Asa studied you. A teacher of taxidermy was so unlikely that he had to understand you. You were like him: you kept to yourself, never going out of your way to be a social bee, and yet when you taught how to preserve dead bodies, your eyes gained a different shine. They glowed in the dark. He wanted to see for himself the difference, he attended one of your classes. When your gaze locked, he felt a shiver go down his spine. Impossible. He was a killer, he was cold and tough, yet a mere glance from you put fear in his heart. But something hidden behind it told him something else.

He had to know you better. He knew he had been recognised, he felt it in the way you talked to him, almost like you knew what he did as a hobby. But he didn't expect to be asked out in the most macabre yet fascinating way possible. A new addition to the hotel was left for him, in the form of one of his favourite arachnids. Only you knew that one, and only you could do something like this.

He had never been more glad to be married. He didn't have to hide with you, he could talk with excitement about the projects he had for the hotel, and you would stand there smiling, admiring the man in front of you with such fervent regard and passion. He had found his equal, his partner, his own little butterfly.

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A POEM FOR YOUR LOVE

A/n: while listening to Sleep token, the song reminded you of your partner.

You usually found inspiration while listening to music. Even though you didn't fancy yourself a writer, there was something romantic and intimate in putting your feelings to paper and deliver it to him.

The thought of them keeping it close and safe made you giddy.

You let the pen wander, words flowing...

My, my, those eyes like fire

I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre

Come now, bite through these wires

I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired

Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher

Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

I will travel far beyond the path of reason

Take me back to Eden, take me back to Eden

Take me back to Eden

Although the song had a melancholic tune to it, that part stuck with you, making you reminiscing about all those time spent together.

No matter what, wherever you may be, he will take you back to your version of Eden.

Sealing it with a homemade seal, you placed it on the table, before going to bed.

A while later, once home, he found the envelope. He knew about your hobby, but his heart beat a little faster whenever he found one of your letters.

Reading it, he felt a flow of emotions run through his veins: adoration, pride, love, but more importantly peace.

This was love. This was perfection.

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SLEEPY DARLING

ASA EMORY is the type of man to look and admire your relaxed features, maybe even caressing your face gently, before leaving you to rest, going on about his business. If you were to fall asleep waiting for him, he wouldn't have the heart to wake you up, not when you look so vulnerable and soft, ending in carrying you up to the bed.

BO SINCLAIR will use this opportunity to show you his much more human side, admiring your beauty without having to keep the act up. If he feels tired enough, he might join you, spooning you from behind, clutching you tight against his chest.

HANNIBAL LECTER will use the opportunity to sketch your languid form, taking in your relaxed expression, much softer than your day to day preppy and warm smile. Sometimes, when you aren't completely asleep, he would lay down with you, just to pepper you with soft kisses, gently worshipping your beauty, thanking whoever he needed for your presence at his side.

JESSE CROMEANS will be the type to kiss you upon arriving home. He missed you so much during his work trip. He's very tactile and soft at the moment, but he will glide his palm gently along your side, getting in his fill of contact, but also making sure you sleep soundly. He will cuddle your warm body, peppering kisses along your shoulders. He will tighten the grip when you mumble out his name, sighing softly.

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SKY FULL OF STARS

He sighed, washing the remaining dishes. You loved to stargaze, and tonight was one of those exceptions. The night was warm, the sky clear and so many shooting stars were rushing throughout the blue void.

He stood inside the kitchen, watching you enjoy this small reprieve. Bundled under so many covers, keeping you cozy. Tea in hand, you were so serene, so peaceful.

He was relieved, to see you so... content.

He quickly dried off the last plates, before coming to sit outside with you.

You looked at him as he sat down, offering a piece of your cover, he quickly scooted inside, coming to envelop you in one of his hugs.

Nothing was said, only comfortable silence.

Crickets started to sing, while fireflies started to dance around, creating a suggestive show of lights.

You leaned back in his toned chest, letting exhaustion take over you. It had been a good day, and albeit tired, you enjoyed it.

He simply hugged you tighter, without hurting .

Soon enough, he felt your breath deepen. You fell asleep in his arms, under a starry sky.

Always the effortless romantic.

He kissed your head, using this moment to show a more vulnerable side.

Only with you, though.

His own little firefly.

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BROKEN DOWN

A/N: no specified slasher, yandere themes,

Running was never a good idea, especially when you were running from deranged men who would do anything to have you back. But your priority now was running.

Your legs hurt, your muscles burning with the strain you were putting them under, your breath coming out in puffs. You had your chance and you were going to make the most of it, even if if you needed to run forever.

The path was starting to become harsher, making you lose your footing. It became too much for your exhausted body, that you collapsed. Trying to heave your body up, you resigned your fate. It was too late and by now they were close.

The only thing you could do was sit up, back against a tree and wait.

It didn't take long before they found you, out of breath and face full of unshead tears. You had given up and they knew.

"Finally found you, darling" they said while crouching, wiping the tears away, " and you gave me quite the nice workout. You've made it further than I thought, but in the end you finally saw reason" they continued, still caressing your cheeks.

"What should I do with you now? Should I break your leg than chain you somewhere in the basement or should I take pity on you and let you go off with no privileges until I feel like forgiving you? What should I do? ". The question was a double-edged sword and no matter what, you would come to regret ever thinking again about running away.

Croaking with exhaustion, you choose to be punished; it was the right thing to do and at least, if you decided on that, maybe they would have taken pity on you.

"Oh darling, I appreciate your honesty. I'll tell you what, I'll be nice this time. I won't break your leg, okay? But your privileges will be removed" you nodded, too tired to care.

With that, you were heaved off, and back to your jail.

It would be a long time...

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HUSH NOW MY DARLING

A/n: You discovered what your beloved husband did.

He was at work when it happened. You had just come back home from the supermarket when you saw the package at your front door. Strange enough, but you inspected it, trying to discern if it was something dangerous or not.

After that, you took it inside and left it on the table. You had to set the groceries in the cupboard and start lunch. It would be only a matter of 30 minutes before he was back.

While you left the food to warm, you looked at the package. It wasn't very heavy, so you assumed it was some of his notebooks. Instead, you found some photos.

You sat down, taking and inspecting each one of them.

It was a mistake.

They all represented a brutal murder or a grotesque image, and behind each one of them a caption "Are you sure you know your husband well?" or "This is who he really is".

Tears were falling freely out of your eyes. Shock and trauma overwhelmed you. It couldn't be, he would never...

The door opened, and you flinched. He was back. Your body froze on the chair. You wanted to run, to flee, but you also wanted him to reassure you and deny any of those photos.

You didn't know what to make of it.

He was now behind you, wondering why you didn't greet him. He understood now why.

You turned around, now sobbing hard and shaking, you pleaded with him to tell you it had all been a sick joke, nothing more. "Y/n, it's not. It's all real, and you know it," he said.

You tried to flee, but his arm caught you and pulled you into his chest. He shushed you, gently wiping your tears away. "I would never hurt you, love. You are very important to me," he said in your ears, lowly, while rocking side to side.

You sobbed until exhaustion stopped you. He held you so gently and spoke honeyed words that were so sincere; you didn't know what to believe in anymore.

He allowed you to take your time to process the traumatic truth. If he pushed you, he could risk everything he worked for. He didn't want to lose you just yet.

Barricaded in the bedroom, with him nearby, you called his name from the other side of the door. You felt his steps coming closer, but stopping just short of the door.

Unlocking it, you faced him for the first time in days. He was open, patiently waiting. You closed the gap, and put your head on his shoulder, waiting for his arms to embrace you. And he didn't waste time.

"Promise me," you started slowly, unsure about what to say next, "you won't bring... that into the house. I...it's too much for me" you went on, hopefully he would understand what you were trying to say.

"Of course, love. I'm sorry you had to see that," he said, genuinely meaning it. He wanted to expose you to this side of him, in his own terms, though. " Do you... know who sent those photos?" you continued. He paused, deciding if he should tell you the truth or not.

"Yes, I did," he said, waiting, " did you... . bring him there, like the others?" you asked, reciprocating the hug. He squeezed you tight, before answering, "yes, I did" .

Silence fell, but you were strikingly calm about it. "okay" you concluded. Disentangling from him, you turned back into the bedroom, exhausted. He followed you and simply stood beside you.

"You will tell me the truth when you go there?" he nodded, caressing your hair, "okay. I love you, you know," you mumbled, before falling asleep.

"So do I, moth, so do I," he said, before leaving the room, letting the dogs on the bed.

He had some work to do, but now that everything was resolved, he could feel lighter.

He hadn't lost you, and that was all that mattered.

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hello good morning if you accept orders please I want one where the reader (he is a man) is capricious. Asa Emory and Jesse Cromeans have to educate him. (If you don't accept the order, it's ok) XOXO

DISCPLINE

It had been a shitty month: coworkers giving you trouble, paired with a lack of presence by both of your lovers, didn't help to lessen the stress you were feeling.

It had escalated so much that when they returned you were so out of it you gave them a hard time, being capricious and all. You didn't do it on purpose, but when the overwhelming feeling of stress and anxiety reached an all-time high, the last thing you wanted was to face those same people you hoped would be there for you.

They waved at you, but you didn't acknowledge them as you were too focused on the next pile of paperwork you had to send in for the day.

They tried talking to you, but your snappy remarks made them furious. They had just come back, and this was the greeting they received?

They needed to discipline you: no one would act this rude to them, not even you.

Entering your office, they pulled your chair out. You glared at whoever entered before recognising the two. "What do you need now?" you said, both frustrated, angry and exhausted. They saw the state you were in, changing their tactics. "Moth, you've been acting rudely today," said Asa.

You didn't understand at first, before you remembered how you entered your shared home. You didn't even see them, or better, you saw them briefly, but stress was so high you just said the first thing that came to your mind, and it wasn't as pleasantly crafted as you usually words.

You slowly nodded, resigned to your fate. You know what they were going to do. "I'm sorry. Apologies, it was a long month. I apologise" you said, for what it was worth it, you had to.

They shared a look with each other, deciding that maybe this time, you really didn't need a punishment. Still, you didn't escape the scolding Asa had reserved for you.

He noticed how tired you were, and that was the only reason he didn't resort to physical actions. They were just as guilty for having neglected you all this time.

Later that night, you ended up cuddled in the middle, feeling the affection and safety you craved all this past month. You ended up falling asleep rather quickly.

Maybe this was the best discipline act you ever had in your life.

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While one of them was with you, the other went to gather information. He had to see what led to this and act accordingly..

Nothing could hurt their little pet.

Nothing

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STUCK IN WEIRD PLACES

The ”I will never let you live this down because it's top comedy” types, who before helping you get unstuck, will laugh their socks off. They will bring this up from time to time, but every time with a big smile on their faces.

BO SINCLAIR; BRAHMS HEELSHIRE; FREDDY KRUEGER

The “I will stand there watching, having a good laugh to myself for 30 minutes before your pleas gt me moving” type, who will make the most of the situation. May or mat not bring this up, depends on the context.

JESSE CROMEANS; MICHEAL MYERS; Bo Sinclair

The ones with a smirk on their faces that will help you while simultaneously mocking you silently. Yes darling they are gentlemen, but that was a good one.

ASA EMORY; HANNIBAL LECTER;Jesse Cromeans

The “I will help you while making sure you are not hurt” type who's simply a sweetheart through and through.

JASON VOORHEES

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FORGIVE ME

A/n: Will didn't mean to say those things. He had lost himself in anger, he hurt him. He promised himself that after fall everything would have changed. But could he be forgiven, when he almost destroyed their home?

He didn't even remember what they were arguing about. But he hadn't hold back. Words coming back to his mind. Hurtful and vicious words.

He left.

HE LEFT. And he realised that now. He didn't even see the face crumbling, the tears forming in his husband's eyes.

He felt like a truck run over him.

He rushed home. Hopefully, he was still there.

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Hannibal felt his heart pounding. Tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes. Sobbing, hard and uncontrollably, he fell to his knees.

This was it, he thought. Will had left him for good.

He didn't even remember why they were arguing in the first place, but all he could feel now was pain and hollowness.

He felt...empty, drained.

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He rushed home, and what he found made his heart break into million pieces.

His husband huddled on the wall, knees drawn up, sobbing hard. He didn't even think, he simply ran and embraced him.

A crushing hug, something he desperately needed.

He didn't even need to say he was mortified, words wouldn't even begin the cover the shame he felt.

While Hannibal broke down in his embrace, pleading with him to never go away, to forgive him and so on, he couldn't help it. He had to.

"Words don't even cover for what I've done, but please. Forgive me, I have been an utter idiot, I have hurt you and broken tour trust. I rushed out without thinking, without expressing my need for a bit of space to calm down" he said, running a hand up and down ghag red cashmere sweater, "What I did is unforgivable, but please love. Please give me another chance" his voice trembled a little, choking with the emotions he felt from his adored husband.

He felt a nod in his neck, and he could have cried tears of relief.

"C'mere, let's go to bed" he said while hoisting the Lithuanian up with ease. He felt him sag against his shoulder, exhausted.

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He spent the night awake, vigil over his resting husband, who was safely tucked under his chin, grip of steel around his waist.

He vowed to be better. To work on communicating better his emotions.

They could now, they had all their life ahead of them.

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Do you have any of your fav blog recommendations or blogs that are like yours ? BTW I absolutely love that way you write 🤍🤍

Thank you dear. I have a few

The first one is @slasherhaven , they have an extensive catalogue that's absolutely delicious

The second one is @ronaldrx that has written some slashers fic

The third @slasherheadcanons is another good one with very lovely fics.

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MR. EMORY

You stood there admiring your new masterpiece. You hoped your beloved liked it well enough to go over the fact you had a surprise for him.

The poor sod never knew what he had opened, the day he chose to oppose your husband, making him loose valuable sleep, and making him frustrated.

You just hoped the batch of formaldehyde your family gave you was strong enough to preserve the specimen in the sanctuary.

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It started as an accident, but the moment you bumped into him, you knew you had found him. "I'm so sorry... Doctor Emory!" you were surprised to bump into the same professor that would be supervising your special lesson to the entomology class. "I'm so sorry, here let me" you said. He stood there observing you, while he helped you gather your things.

There was something special about you. He had yet to know what.

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"and that's why, class, preserving a specimen in such solutions could prove decisive in the long term aspect. Any questions?" You concluded. They had been very active in your lesson, and it made you happy. Even Professor Emory participated.

While class ended, you gathered your things, before you felt a pair of arms sneak around your waist. Oh you knew who he was, and he probably figured that out.

"Professor Emory, surely you know better than to approach someone without locking the door" you joked, but you were pretty sure he had locked the door to his class five minutes earlier. Turning around in his embrace, you observed the faint traces of black paint he had under his eyes.

"After all, my dear collector, we wouldn't want to raise suspicions, now do we?" You struck a nerve. He bodily flinched, he didn't expect to be called out this soon.

"Don't worry, nobody will know that little detail. Apart from me. But I'm sure you know who I am by now" winking at him, you left your card in his pockets,before leaving.

"A rare specimen indeed" he murmured.

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He finally found his equal, and he couldn't be happier. Today was your anniversary, and while he hated not knowing what you were planning, he still reached the sanctuary your family owned. They were just as bad as him. A perfect family indeed.

He waved to your sister, who simply nodded his way.

Walking slowly through the multiple exhibitions, he finally reached the steel door, where you stored some of the most important works of your life.

Before he opened them, a handful of husband jumped in his arms. "Hey there" you said, while being cradled in his arms. He simply humoured you, and you knew that well," happy anniversary love. Your surprise is inside. Go on, open the door" he did.

And he was left speechless.

Him.

The collector. Without words.

He studied it, admiring the details you put into it.

It was perfect.

"What do you think dear? " You asked while leaning on his side. He simply put his arms around your waist, tight enough to bruise, and simply stared forward.

"It's perfect" he said.

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The statue of Arkin now dominated the basement office. His eyes frozen in fear, and mixed with an amalgamation of other things made his better.

Your final masterpiece.

Finally, you could let your man rest easily.

After all, mister Emory, could take care of the pests roaming around the house.

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LOVE CRIME

A/n: they would move heaven and heart for you, my darling. But in the meantime, they'll clean the filth that dares to make you cry.

A bad night usually meant he stayed at the hotel more, reversing his daily frustrations on some of his creation.

A deadly night meant two things: comforting you and taking out the "trash".

For his joy, those were far and very few in between. But they happened. As much as he wanted to have control over that, he couldn't always be there.

He could, though, deal with the aftermath. He could take your frantic calls, divert the attention to the main point and then be done in less then 10 minutes, before he was home, cooking your comfort food and simply being your rock.

You didn't necessarily know the details of what happened to those who made you cry tears of pain and sorrow, but until Asa always made it home to you...

They didn't matter.

Pigs were on his everyday menu.

But this was beneath dirt.

Your face, now peacefully sleeping had been scarred by bitter tears. Your puffy, red eyes now thankfully closed and clearer, had once been clouded by fear, terror, pain.

He didn't hunt. Not this time.

The beauty of morphing into one of his creation was too high a gift.

No, he butchered. He left mere pieces of beaten and broken flesh.

Nothing remained.

As it should have been.

He didn't take joy in doing this.

Not because he felt remorse, but because seeing so spent and beaten down left a bad taste in his mouth, and a burn on his heart.

He was efficient, not dragging the kill on for long. Although he would have loved to give them their medicine.

But your happiness was and has always been his priority. You had called for him, hid inside his arms in fear.

He never ever wanted to see that again.

Revenge was best served cold, after all.

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slashers going to the grocery with their s/o?

SHOPPING RUN

The "Rich and gentlemen " who only buy premium quality items, but will let you absolutely be in charge because it's funny to see you smile, all giddy about doing something so mundane. Yes, if you beg hard enough they'll let you buy some trash food. They secretly enjoy them too, but will never tell you upfront

JESSE CROMEANS, HANNIBAL LECTER

The one who planned this thing weeks in advance and let's you come with him just because you have been a good pet. He still is in charge, but he enjoys some down time with you close enough to make everyone jealous.

ASA EMORY, Bo Sinclair

The " I'll make you a list long enough to become a scarf" and let you go do your business without them actively participating, just because.

BO SINCLAIR, BRAHMS HEELSHIRE, MICHAEL MYERS

The one who would love to come with you,but they fear to be judged by the public too much. They're so sweet they will be there when you come back to help with the bags

VINCENT SINCLAIR, JASON VORHEES

The one who will likely bully you lovingly throughout the day, preventing you to effectively make a good run to the store. You still get things done, but it's hard

FREDDY KRUEGER