Michael Myers -> GHOST FROM THE PAST
Once Micheal had broken out of the asylum, he headed straight back to his old home. He entered the home and saw a pumpkin with candy sitting on his living room table. He played it off as young kids coming and messing around in his home. This irritated him. He was so upset with the kids in the neighborhood, why were they so disrespectful? He heard the front door creak open and a short figure enter the home. He stepped into the shadows and observed you. You quickly walked over to the living room, holding a candy filled pumpkin. You switched out the pumpkins and just stood there. Michael recognized you, yeah you went to the same school he did when he was younger. He always did have a small crush on you. Now you were grown up and even more beautiful. He watched you and admired all your features, noticing how much he had actually missed you. The only person to treat him like a person. Even now, you were leaving small gifts to him. Of course you didn't actually expect him to ever come back, but you didn't leave them there as a joke either. You missed him greatly, he was your only friend growing up. After he was taken away you weren't allowed to see him, they always told you he didn't want to see you. Which was a lie, but your younger mind believed it. Your watch beeped and you hurried out of the house.
"Bye Michael!" You farewelled while shutting the door. Michael felt his cold and dead heart beat a little faster and came out of his hiding spot. He watched your car leave and decided right then and there he would find you again.
Jason Voorhees -> THE ONE
Jason saw a mini van full of teenagers pull into the camp and he was already ready to get this over with. His mother was agitated today, always whispering into his ear, causing his patience to be at the bare minimum. He saw the males get out first as they unloaded the luggage. It took a few more minutes for the females to pour out as well, but once they did he saw you. Your beautiful face and your kind eyes. You looked..innocent and kind. One of the males took you by the arm and dragged you close to the tree line, far away from the other teens. Jason was right there, he could practically reach out and grab you if he wanted to.
"Are you going to ease up a bit? The entire ride here I could practically feel the sadness radiating off of you!" He scolded. You looked uncomfortable, crossing your arms and looking around nervously. "I'm sorry Josh.. I just- You know what were doing is wrong" You said. 'Josh' took a step closer to you and put his finger on your chest. Jason had the sudden urge to rip you from him and protect you.
"I don't care about those dumb stories you heard about this place, were all hear to get drunk and fuck. Just have fun for God's sake. If you don't want to do something so simple, then fine, but don't come to me with your bullshit" Josh spat venom, and walked off. You sighed and turned to face the woods. Jason could see you better now that your were closer, you truly were a goddess in disguise. You were taking deep breathes and fighting back the tears.
"I'm sorry for my friends. But I promise to make sure they don't break anything.." You sighed. You didn't know it at that moment, but Jason had fallen for you almost immediately. What wrapped him fully around your finger was the simple phrase you said next. "They'll have to get through me to touch this beautiful place.." You roamed your eyes along the trees and admired mother nature. You thought it was truly beautiful. Jasons mother had been quiet since you came into their view, only speaking until now.
"I like her Jason, she's different" This excited Jason, he had decided that you would be the last alive, kept alive so that he could take you back with him.
Charlie Lee Ray -> ROUGH DAY
It had been a long day at work and he just got out of an argument with Tiffany. He was driving down the road when he glanced down at the gas gauge and saw he was close to E, too close for comfort. He let out a frustrated sigh and began looking for the next gas station he came across. He finally came upon one and pulled in, barely making it. He parked at a gas pump and walked in. He grabbed a singular beer and was standing in an isle, looking for a little snack to buy for the road. He didn't notice at the moment but there was a certain someone standing next to him.
"I recommend the BBQ twists.." You said. He looked over to you and blinked a few times. He turned his head back to the chip selection and spotted them. He grabbed them and observed them. He glanced at you once more before he decided to speak. "I recommend the original lays.." You looked surprised but a small smile was evident as you grabbed them from the shelf. He walked to the cash register with you behind him. Once the man had rung up Charlies items, Charlie noticed he forgot his wallet in the car. He let out another frustrated sigh and was about to exit the store to grab it before you stepped in.
"Hey Daniel, I got the usual with original lays and I'll be paying for his as well" You smiled to the man behind the register and he nodded his head. Charlie just looked at you and looked over your features. Now that he got a proper look at you, he realized how beautiful you really were. As you finished paying you handed him his stuff and exited the store. He followed you quickly.
"Hey wait! Why did you do that?" Charlie asked. He wasn't used to seeing genuine kindness anymore..Tiffany was bitch to him and his coworkers treated him like shit. You turned around and shrugged shyly. "You just looked like you've had a rough day..and I have too. I wanted to make at least one of us feel better" You smiled to him. His heart fluttered and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Can I get your number?" He asked. You looked surprised and your cheeks seemed to turn red rather quickly. You nodded and gave him your number, afterwards rushing off to your car without another word. He watched you in awe. You pulled out and left him there, excited to see you again.
You were with a group of explorers, not by choice. You had come along to help them find an underground cave, though it was all you were supposed to be helping with. Now you were tied up and sitting on the cold floor while they mapped out where they were. "What are you going to do with me?" You asked. A tall white man came up to you and kneeled in front of you.
"Use you as bate. I mean with that pretty face of yours I'm sure the Yautja would take ya" He rubbed the back of his hand down your face. You jerked your head away from him and he laughed. Suddenly screams came from a hallway to the right. Some of the men silently looked at each other and proceeded to follow where the noise came from. The man who had been left to watch you was the same asshole who had been flirting and touching on you the entire trip. Knowing this and being tied up made your heart pump faster. After a few minutes the man came up to you and put the head of his gun under your chin.
"I wish I was the one getting this offering..you would do me much good sweet cheeks" He snickered. You looked away, disgusted. He grunted and crouched down in front of you, harshly grabbing your face. "I'm so fucking done with how much of a bitch you've been" He slaps you and grabs you by your hair. He yanks your head back and puts his knife to your throat.
"Your going to act nice for me the rest of the trip yeah?" He glides the knife along your neck when suddenly a shuriken flies right through his head, nearly taking yours with it. He drops the knife and falls to the floor, his head parting in half. You look up to see him standing there, hovering over other dead soldiers. He walks to you and picks you up, walking down the long corridors with you over his shoulder. You didn't know what would happen to you, but you hoped it would be quick and painless.
Your friend invited you over for the weekend, telling you she had something cool to show you. You entered her house and felt a chill go up your spine. She had only recently moved in, so this was your first time in her new home. You ignored the eerie feeling and continued to follow her throughout the house. She took you to the attic where she told you she found an interesting artifact. She took out a box and did something with it, you couldn't see over her shoulder. She set it down and called you over. Reluctantly, you walked to her and peered down at the box. You turned to your side to ask her what it was when you noticed she was gone. You turn around to see your friend shutting the door, closing you in. You run to the door and begin banging on it rapidly.
"Get me out of here! Open the door!" You yelled. Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder. Your breathe stops but your heart beat quickened. You turn your head and stare into the eyes of a man..with hundreds of nails sticking out of his skin. "Don't panic, I'm not going to hurt you..I simply want you to come with me" He says, almost as if he's entranced by you. You feel your lip quiver and you let out a small no. And he tilts his head. He let's go of you and walks back.
"Alright.." You stand up and stand there awkwardly. "A-alright?" He turns back to you and nods. "Alright. I know your a kind soul, you don't deserve that hell..you said no. No is a no" You blink a few times and shift. "Thank you"
"You're welcome y/n" He sits down. "You know my name?" You question. He pats the box in front of him and you sit down. "Let me tell you my story.."
After your friend opened the door you shoved her out of the way and head back to your. Once you arrived back home you set the stolen box on your kitchen table..
Billy and Stu -> HOME ALONE
You were at home alone, waiting for your friend to get there. He got thrown out of the house after his girl got mad at him. Soon after that you heard a knock on your door and went to answer it. When you opened the door you saw a drunk and very out of it Gary. You sighed and put your hand to your forehead.
"Did you drive here?" You asked. "Mayybe" He slurred. He tries to grab onto your hips and you push him away. "Your drunk Gary! Damnit, you could of hurt someone!" You scold him. He rolls his eyes and tries to push his way in. You suddenly feel uncomfortable with letting him into your home.
"Look Lucy lives a few blocks away, go to her place. I don't want you here anymore" You say sternly. He grabs your shoulders and pushes you against your living room wall. "What's wrong sugar tits, do I make you uncomfortable?" He jokes. You yelp from his nails digging into your shoulder.
"Yes you do. You have a girlfriend, your drunk, you came into my home uninvited and your trying to get in my pants!" You tear up and struggle against him. Suddenly the pressure from him pushing you against the wall disappears and you look up to see him with a knife through his chest. You stare at him as he falls to the floor, coughing and shaking for a breath of air. You just stand there, shocked by what you just witnessed. A little farther away from you you saw two men standing there, staring at you. They were wearing black cloaks and some weird masks.
"Th-thank you" You stutter. The shorter one nods and looks to the taller one. The taller one dreamily waves at you. You can practically see the shorter one roll his eyes as he drags the taller one away. What an odd pair..kind of weirder that you want to see them again. For now you've got THIS mess to worry about.
Thomas Hewitt -> GLASS JARS
You were working in the shop downtown when you heard the bell above the door jingle, indicating a new customer. You greet to them from over your shoulder, continuing to stock the supplies on the back shelf. You heard a small grunt and then shuffling around the store. Little did you know that that little grunt meant a lot coming from a man who didn't normally talk. You felt a pair of eyes watching you, you ignored it for the time being. You turned around and saw a large man standing in front of the counter, staring at you. You jump in surprise and drop the box of glass jars to the floor. Thomas panics and runs to help you behind the counter.
"Can you grab that broom? Its leaning on the shelf right behind you" He does as told and hands it to you. "Sorry..I am sorry" You smiled at his attempts of communication.
"It's okay really-" You suddenly let out a hiss of pain. Some of the glass had cut you on your foot. Thomas picks you up from your arm pits and holds you so your hovering. You decide not to question his strength and begin sweeping the glass into a pile. Once it's guaranteed that all the glass is gone he sets you back down. "Thank you, I'm y/n" You hold out your hand to greet him.
"Thomas" He says and eagerly takes your hand. He loves your smooth skin on his calloused hands and how kind you were being with him. His interest in you spiked greatly that day.
You had known Brahms parents for a long time. You were a kid of some close friends of theirs. You had always come over to help out with chores and in taking care of "Brahms". Of course you didn't know that he wasn't just a doll. You didn't just treat him like a doll though, yes you thought he was dead but you still treated the doll very kindly. You met Brahms a long time ago, way before the incident. But once you heard he had passed away you came visiting his parents a lot more. This morning his parents had told you that they would be hiring a nanny and that you didn't need to come back anymore. Basically, you wouldn't be needed around anymore. You were currently in Brahms room, on his bed with his doll and crying. You talked to the doll frequently. It didn't matter what it was about, you just enjoyed talking to it. It gave you a bit of peace.
"Brahms their taking me away.. Your parents are hiring a nanny for when they are gone and even when they aren't. I'm not needed around here anymore. I don't think they WANT me around anymore.. But I don't want to leave you" You quietly sobbed to the porcelain doll in your arms. Suddenly a voice came from above you at the edge of the bed. You looked up to see a tall pale man with a mask covering his features. He wore old and muddy looking clothes and you could see a little beard forming under the mask. However, you could still recognize that awkward posture and messy hair from anywhere. Not to mention those beautiful brown eyes.
"Brahms?" He nodded. "But I thought you died" You question in awe. He shakes his head and sits next to you on the bed. He stunk, yeah, but you didn't care as you jumped to tackle him into a hug. Of course not before carefully placing the doll on the nightstand. He hugged you back and you could feel his breath on your head. You looked up to see his eyes were glossed and already red from former crying.
"Please don't go.." He whispered. He held you in his death grip and pleaded with you. You finally met the true Brahms after so many years. But now it was too late.
Beetle Juice -> CREEPY HOUSE
Your sister had gotten a new house but she offered you the house after a few days of living there. You asked why she was giving it up and all she told you was that she thought the place was too creepy to live in. You brushed it off and took the deal. Anything was better than that apartment you were staying in. You unlocked the door and walked into the house, coughing from the dust. The house did kind of seem weird but you didn't think anything of it. Just paranoia, you thought. You walked around the house and made yourself aware with where everything was. Suddenly you were being picked up and taken somewhere. You struggled and kicked, especially when you saw that you were going to the attic. When you entered the room you were set down on a table in the middle of the room. But, no one was there? You gulped and picked at your nails. A gush of wind passed by you and a man was standing there, fixing his suit. He looked..rotten. You grimace at the sight of him, but he did spike your interest in the place.
"What is a pretty lady like yourself doing here?" He asked. You shrugged and examined him a bit more. "My sister offered me this place to stay after she decided it was too creepy in here for her. I think I'm starting to understand what she meant.." He scoffed playfully.
"Im not that bad! I'm mean I could use a bit of fixing up but I'm interesting to talk to" He boasted. You let out a small genuine laugh. "Who are you?" You asked.
"Well I can't say it but we can play a little bit of charades. Maybe even get you saying it a bit more tonight huh?" He winked. He was about to do something when a knock interrupted your conversation. He disappeared and you sat there, flabbergasted. Another knock snapped you out of it and you rushed to answer the door. It was your sister.
"Hey, how is it so far? You don't HAVE to stay here, you could always come live with me until you find another place" You placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled. "No I think I'll stay, there's a few things I want to do first"
Pennywise -> CLOWN FUCKER
You were always what people called the loner kid growing up. This led to pretty lonely and closed off teenage years. Now you were walking down the side walk after visiting the nearby post office. You had to pick up a package of apoxy resin you had ordered for a project. Recently you were making a lot of molds of clowns and other horror movie characters, mostly clowns though. You were walking down the side walk when a man appears walking next to you. You jump, startled and hold your chest.
"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you darling" You nervously laugh at the handsome man in front of you. "It's alright, I must of zoned out and not noticed you there" He holds out his hand and laughs as well.
"Maybe, but I'm still sorry for startling you. My name is Pennywise, but please, call me penny" You take his hand and gently shake it. "It's nice to meet you penny. I'm y/n" He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You feel your cheeks turn red and he continues to hold your hand.
"I saw you walking alone and wanted to offer to walk you home. It's getting pretty late out and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you" You smile and glance away. You look back to him and nod for him to follow you. As he said, he walks you to your home, never releasing your hand. You both talked and laughed about many different things. When you got home you stopped.
"Well this is my stop.." You turned to pennywise and smiled. "Thank you for walking me home, it's been truly lovely" He chuckles and shrugs. "Don't mention it, its the least I could do for you. You were kind enough to honor me with walking you home in the first place" You laugh and blush. You kiss his cheek and quickly make your way to your front door.
"Goodnight and until next time Penny" You look back to him. "Until next time y/n" You waved and walked into the home. He was glad he didn't eat you immediately..he definitely fell for you the moment you began talking though.
John Kramer (Jig saw) -> NOT THE GIRL
He had sent Amanda to kidnap his next victim. He gave her the file and everything, but she still failed. John panicked as he saw a completely different woman on the cameras. "Who is this?!" He asked, furious. Amanda cowered and hesitated to speak.
"W-well Isabella Thorn was away from her residence and I didn't want to come back empty handed. I kidnapped her though..I mean you have her file so I thought it would be okay" He snatched the extra keys and rushed to your room. He didn't have your file because you had done something wrong, he had it because you had been wronged. He opens the door and unlock you from the contraption. Luckily you were still unconscious. When you did wake up, you were in a small room. You were lying comfortably on a bed where you saw a plate of f/f and some water.
Along side it was a letter. You hesitated to pick it up but you did nonetheless. 'Eat and wait for me to come get you. Get comfortable, you'll be here for a while' You put the card down and looked around. Suddenly the door opened and a..doll on a tricycle entered? You blinked a few times and though to yourself that you were definitely dreaming. The doll said "Come with me, you've got someone to meet" You felt scared but didn't want to struggle so you had a chance to survive. You followed the doll into a room with a handsome looking man sitting at a table. This is going to be a looong explanation..take a seat, your in for a ride.
Hannibal Lecter -> GET TO KNOW ME
Lately you haven't been feeling very healthy mentally. You would be walking down the side walk and just have the sudden urge to hurt the person who bumped your shoulder. Or being at home when you had the sudden urge to hurt yourself because no one was around. You knew it was wrong but the thoughts kept coming and coming, progressively getting worse. You knew you needed help, so you scheduled an appointment with the best therapist in town, Hannibal Lecter. You had heard of him and how his patients always left satisfied. Now you were sitting in his office waiting for him to enter. You felt anxiety eating at you. What if you weren't fixable? Or what if he thinks your a freak and calls the police on you?! You got up and began to head for the office door to leave.
I'll just tell the receptionist that I had a family emergency and had to leave. Then she'll tell him and I'll be okay- Before you can open the door it opens first. Hitting you in the face. You step back and hold your nose in pain.
"Im so sorry! I didn't mean to kit you with the door" You open your eyes and see a handsome man holding a clipboard and looking worried. He places his hands on your shoulders and look into your eyes. "Are you alright? I hit your nose didn't I?" You nodded.
"I apologize, I should of knocked first. Can I see it? I want to confirm that it's not broke." You hesitantly pull away your hand and let him hold your chin to examine your face. You blush and regret ever coming to this appointment. This is so embarrassing.. "Your nose looks good, just red and will probably bruise" He sighs and takes his hands from your face.
"If you don't mind me asking, were you about to leave?" He asks. You look away and shuffle in discomfort. "Well I just don't think this will work for me y'know? I don't want you to..judge me or something" You mumble. He tilts his head and closes the office door. He holds out his hand and you look at him questionably.
"I'm Hannibal Lecter, and you?" You smile and take his hand. Surely he should know you right? He has your profile and you definitely knew who he was. "I'm y/n?" He lets go of your hand and set down the clipboard.
"Well I'm hungry y/n, would you like to get out of here and go get something to eat? Get to know each other maybe?" You laugh at his attempt to get your mind off of the whole judging thing.
"I would like that, where would we be going?" He thought for a moment. "The new Italian restaurant down the street?" "I would love that" He offered his arm and you gladly take his offer. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
