Whether it’s always been so or not, you’re a bit of a crybaby. Quick to indulge in the softer side of your emotions, you don’t just cry when you’re sad; you cry if you’re happy, excited, or worried. You have a lot of feelings about a lot things: heartfelt movie scenes, a lost pet poster, random acts of kindness.
Succumbing to the waves of your emotions without a fight, you’re pretty comfortable expressing yourself if the moment calls for it. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just that you’re not dealing with the most emotionally...healthy individuals.
So, how does your slasher react to your displays of emotion?
Michael Myers: Fascinated by you; why are you crying over a heart shaped potato? Doesn’t react much, staring at you like you’re a bug he’s trapped in a jar. Whatever’s wrong with you, it’s almost amusing.
Stu Macher: Loves it; catalogs all the things that set you off with a sick sort of fascination. He sends you cute animal videos all day because he knows they’ll make you tear up, if not burst into actual tears. Prefers to keep your tears to himself; likely to kill anyone else who witnesses them. What if they’re overcome by how cute you are and try to steal you from him? Better safe than sorry.
Billy Loomis: At a complete loss; how are you so comfortable being so vulnerable? Aren’t you afraid it’ll be used against you? Only likes it because it makes him feel good to comfort you. Kinda obsessed with it actually; when you cry over him, he gets cuteness aggression so bad. You have the bruises to prove it.
Bo Sinclair: He’s learned to be careful with you; it’s easier than having to deal with you sniffling and sulking because his tone is just shy of snappish. So awkward it’s funny, completely out of his depth when comforting you if you’re sad. He’s more comfortable poking fun at you if they’re happy tears; are you seriously crying because he said something nice to you? Freak.
Vincent Sinclair: Was already gentle with you before he notices how easy it is to make you cry. He’s practically smothering, always checking in with you and making sure you’re okay. If a rude customer sends you home in tears, there’s no chance of them becoming a sculpture, not after he’s done with them.
Chucky: Will do shit to make you cry on purpose; insists it’s because you look so pretty. Just stay away from him because whenever your big, stupid eyes go glassy over him, it gives him an erection. Especially if they’re tears of fury.
To everyone whose brain is saying, “what if i did [bad thing/obsession] without realizing it?” or “what if [bad thing/obsession] happened without me realizing it?”
Slashers & S/O Who Goes MIA When Their Mental Health Declines
Mental health is tricky.
Everyone struggles, you tell yourself. There are good and bad days, but there are also the days that sneak up on you. Ones where you couldn’t tell how serious it was until you look up from your phone and realize the sun has set, feel the rumble of your stomach, and notice a dryness to your mouth that reminds you that you need water to, y’know, survive.
Sometimes it’s a single thought directed towards yourself or some unsuspecting person that clues you in. Unnecessarily callous, you’re shocked back to your body by the realization that you need to chill the fuck out.
It may not be the best coping mechanism, but you put your phone on silent, stock up on pre-cooked meals, and disappear from any social commitments you aren’t contractually obligated to show up for. It's the only way you can think of to sort the mess of your mind. You’re used to your periods of isolation being ignored by those around you that you barely think twice about it.
So how does your slasher react the first time this happens?
Michael Myers: Doesn’t notice until it interferes with his plans to stand near you, menacingly. He's a lot like a cat: messing shit up so that you have to pay attention to him. Please get out of bed, lives are at stake.
Stu Macher: It’s almost endearing, how much he does not give a fuck. Will barge into your bedroom and lay on top of you while you’re in your depression cocoon. Not responding? That’s okay, he can carry a one-sided conversation like no one’s business.
Billy Loomis: Pretends not to give a fuck while giving several; wants to know what the problem is so he can fix/kill it. If nothing specific set you off, he's like a lost puppy.
Bo Sinclair: One of the worst about it; not sympathetic at all. It’s probably for the best that you stay away from him before he makes a fucked up comment that prolongs your episode.
Vincent Sinclair: One of the best to be around; provides silent companionship and doesn’t poke or prod. Will leave you little sculptures to cheer you up. His sculpture of you, crafted with obvious care, helps lift your spirits much quicker than being alone would have.
Chucky: Keeps insisting you kill the source of your troubles. Rude coworkers or an incompetent boss? ‘Just kill ‘em babe, you’ll feel sooo much better, I promise.’ Is infinitely worse if it’s a family member who upset you this time; practically suggests it’s your god given right. Who better to take them out than their own blood?
You are one of those pet parents that treated their cat like a human baby. No one and nothing could come between you and the adorable little shit you’ve had since they were a kitten; partners have tried and found themselves swiftly kicked to the curb while your cat watched with their big eyes.
Yes, you had one of those pet strollers and it didn’t matter how many strange looks you got when you referred to your cat as your fur child, or dropped the fur part entirely. You felt the same love for your cat that parents felt for their children. Maybe more, considering your cat was easier to care for than some kids you’ve seen running amok in public and online.
Which means you worried just as much and twice as often when your baby manages to escape the comfort of your home to go MIA for hours, or days.
So, how does your slasher react the first time you tell them your cat is missing?
Michael Myers: Your cat likes to go around the neighborhood pretending to be a stray for free food. When he escapes, Michael somehow always returns to you with him following behind as unbothered as can be. One time you managed to track him down to a neighbor’s house yourself. They refused to let you inside, insisting it wasn’t your cat staring at you from their windowsill; he just watched you from where he was perched. When you rant about it to Michael, he stares at you until you go to bed. He comes back in the middle of the night with your cat, both of them covered in blood. Your cat stays in the house for a while after that.
Stu Macher: Gets you another cat. Is perplexed when you try to explain you don’t want another cat, you want your cat. A cat is a cat, babe! When that doesn’t convince you, he offers to help you look and comes in handy when you find her stuck in a pipe. Your cat, who couldn’t stand Stu before will now barely tolerate his presence.
Billy Loomis: Surprisingly helpful; a little offended by how surprised you are by it actually. He finds your cat on the local shelter’s Facebook page with a disgruntled expression on his face that looks familiar. Billy’s not sure why you burst out laughing when you see the picture or why his frown only makes you laugh harder; there’s no need for a paternity test, he is the Father.
Bo Sinclair: You feed the strays lingering around Ambrose, despite his protests. You love them all equally, but your favorite is a tomcat that reminds you a bit of your surly partner. When he doesn't come around for a few days, Bo pretends not to care. He still buys the fancy canned food and lures the thing into the house without making a big deal of it. Don’t even mention it or he’ll kick the poor thing out just to prove a point.
Chucky: Has a hate-love relationship with your cat. You may have accused him of doing something to them when they go missing. He doesn’t deny it, wondering how you’ll react. You almost stab him is how; (un)fortunately, your cat mews at the door just before you’re about to give it to him. Great, now he’s turned on and you're giving all you attention to that thing.
Richard Joshua Reeves: This man knows how to treat a cat, especially your diva of black cat. Lowkey worships you and her, if the reverent, respectful way he refers to the two of you is any indication. Genuinely believes your cat is your familiar and you’ve cast a spell on him. ‘Why get dirty outside when there are two perfectly decent servants inside?’ — your cat probably.
Like priming a bomb (especially if he likes you). He gets a lot of serotonin from it which in turn makes his adhd worse. Though this depends on the situation, he will at most times just melt/get lost staring at the other person's bottom lip. Other times he's flittering from one thing to the next. Too much energy.
i wanna go somewhere that doesnt exist. i wanna live in a dreamscape where everything is soft and blurry and sparkly and the malls are cool neon and nonsensical and feel like home
