Featuring a variety of Slashers and Killers with differing speaking patterns and verbal abilities
(x Reader too cause it’s me. Fluff.)
Jason Vorhees
Complete and total silence. Unlike others, you won’t even get the occasional huff out of this guy. Can he even breathe? Basically a corpse that you share a space with and get to cuddle.
Light on his feet too, evident by his infamous “teleporting”. You won’t know where he is until he’s in your eyesight. Please put a bell on him, cause he’s gonna sneak up on you 20 times a day and he feels really bad every time it makes you jump.
Does he use sign language? Yes! I don’t think it’s something that his Mother would have taught him, especially considering the time, but once you offer to help him learn he’s really enthusiastic to finally have a form of communication, he loves talking to you all day long. Watching you, knowing he’s being listened to, it gives him butterflies. Strikes me as kind of a yapper after a long day. You’ll also catch him signing to himself when he’s frustrated or anxious.
On top of that, also a good listener himself. He nods and gestures along to the things you say. Since he’s really comfortable around you, he’s able to express more of his emotions and it allows him to feel normal, even just for a little bit.
Michael Myers
Similar to Jason; You’re not hearing a single noise from him. His vocal cords could be missing for all you know. But you will hear lots of his eerie breathing. Whether it’s measured and calm or strained and staggering, those are the only noises you might hear before he’s suddenly in front of you.
And he actually lives for scaring you. Will press himself into your back when you least expect it and relish in your gasping. Loves to watch you from dark corners and see how long you take to figure out. Your guard is gonna be up for the rest of your life honestly.
Does he use sign language? No! He was taught it during his time in the asylum, so if you sign to him he’ll understand just fine. But he refuses to use it himself. His silence is a choice, it’s a way to isolate himself further into his role as The Shape. He honestly doesn’t care if you understand him or not, he doesn’t have anything he wants to say to you that he can’t say through actions.
When you’re yapping, you’ll get the occasional head tilt and if you’re really really lucky, a thumbs up or down. That’s all you’re ever gonna get from him. He might as well have fallen asleep honestly, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference under his mask.
Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface)
So while he doesn’t “talk”, he is most definitely not silent. This guy babbles like nobody’s business, he grunts and squeals, he goes around making all sorts of noises to himself when he’s in a real good mood. If he’s actually ever quiet for an extended period of time, that means he’s in desperate need of a hug honestly. A lot of his rambling does almost sound like words, but he can never quite fully get them out coherently. His tone is usually enough to let you know what he’s thinking though.
And while he can be decent at sneaking when he’s locked in, hunting someone down, that basically never applies to you or the rest of the family. Drayton constantly yells at him to stop parading around the house, his large frame is bumping into anything and everything. Plus he has a touch of echolalia, so any fun noises he happens to hear are being imitated ten times over. You can hear him coming from a mile away.
Does he use sign language? …he tries. Much like verbal communication, he tends to be really clumsy and struggles a lot with it. First of all, it’s gonna take a while for him to memorize even basic signs, although he does have a wonderful time learning from you. Secondly, once he does get them in his head, it doesn’t always translate well to his hands. His big fingers tend to get caught up in each other, his movements sometimes get too jittery and sloppy to properly show what he wants to say. It’s just not in his skill set.
That being said, he’s still so incredibly expressive. You’re able to tell his happy stimming from his nervous stimming, he makes a lot of “uh huh”s and “nuh-uh”s, not to mention the way his eyes sparkle through the mask. And every time you talk to him, the entire world fades away so he can focus on you, just because he finds you utterly fascinating.
(Sorry no Thomas Hewitt, haven’t seen the movie)
Vincent Sinclair
I imagine he’s on the slightly-more ‘realistic’ range of being silent. As in, completely quiet most of the time, but he still lets out little hums and sighs to let you know what he’s thinking. The very occasional airy laugh, sometimes a groan.
He’s either tip-toeing or stomping, no in between. When he’s in a good mood, usually while focused on his art, he has a way of dancing around the room gracefully, like he’s barely touching the floor. And when he’s not, you can definitely hear it, his feet hitting the ground hard as he paces. He doesn’t like sneaking up on you though, he gives you a lot of gentle touches to let you know he’s around.
Does he use sign language? Yes! I think it’s something his parents would’ve had him learn once it was apparent he was non-verbal. Unfortunately, Bo purposefully avoided learning any and Lester only knows a little, so he used it less and less after their passing and he isolated himself into his work. Once you come along, however, and he figures out you know sign he falls right back into it. He’s a bit brief and minimal with what he chooses to say, but very poetic and careful with his words.
He also likes to leave you a lot of handwritten notes, usually accompanied by little doodles and sketches. Mostly of you, telling you how pretty you looked while you slept or how wonderfully that shirt you wore complimented your complexion. Every now and then, you’ll find smiley faces and hearts randomly drawn onto your hands and arms. He never fails to let you know he’s thinking of you.
Billy Lenz
Honestly he almost didn’t make this list, because he’s anything but silent. Majored in blabbering with a minor in being a siren. His lips basically never stop moving, he likes to loom over you and narrate everything in his own filthy language. When he does get quiet, it’s eerie, it means something is wrong and you should probably be very worried. But otherwise you’re getting front row seats to every single thought that’s being passed through his head, no matter how dirty or senseless or repetitive.
Despite this, he is very quiet as he moves around and he lives for scaring the shit outta you. He’ll bite his own tongue until it’s bleeding just so you don’t hear him as he lurches up behind you, giddy at your cluelessness. He delights in hearing you scream for him in lots of ways. Despite some sporadic hand gestures, I think he’s learned to be very careful and tentative with his movements. Can’t be caught making a racket in the attic, after all.
Does he use sign language? Doesn’t need to. He’s hyperverbal, if anything. However it would probably be useful for him to have a way to talk to you when he’s lost in a panic and only repeating the same four words over and over, eyes glazed over and holding onto you for dear life. But don’t bother bringing that up, he’ll become very offended. If he was put into an asylum or psyche ward at any point, he definitely got one of the other patients to teach him all the of cuss words and naughty things to say in sign. He uses those quite liberally, actually.
And echolalia to the max. You yelped while stubbing your toe once, and three days later he’s still repeating that same noise at every opportunity. Whenever you ask him a question, it’s likely his answer is gonna directly copy something you’ve said before. This guy loves being a parrot. Any sound he finds remotely interesting is going into his index of ‘noises to make whenever I damn please’. This is especially apparent while watching movies with him, he copies all the sound effects, but especially gunshots and shattered glass. And screams, he loves any and all screaming, actually. This is cute and all until you’re trying to go to sleep and he just…doesn’t turn it off.
Brahms Heelshire
So he definitely can talk…but most of the time he doesn’t care too. Unless speaking will directly benefit him, he prefers to be quiet and observant. It’s a habit he got from living in the walls and his existence being ignored most of his life. So a lot of staring at you, all the physical affection you could ask for, only a few necessary words exchanged. He does enjoy listening to you speak, though, adores the sound of your voice.
Just like Lenz, all his movements are cautious and mindful, unless he’s absolutely pissed about something. And while you don’t get the feeling he’s purposely trying to scare you, he does find it pretty cute to see you jump in his presence. He’ll mutter a small “sorry” while wrapping his arms around you, as though he doesn’t have a massive grin under his mask. He also has a thousand secret passages and pathways around his massive house and many, many ways of spying on you. Basically, you’ll go hours without seeing him and being absolutely oblivious to his whereabouts while he’s been following and watching you through the walls like ‘wow, we’re bonding :)’
Does he use sign language? Nope. Even if he was a bit of a quiet kid, it wasn’t enough to justify his parents having it taught to him. And they certainly weren’t going to bother after the fire. He’s reclusive, but his struggles with communication are more of a social issue than a verbal one. He probably knows other languages though, something dumb and fancy like Latin. Or maybe French.
When Brahms does talk to you, there’s two versions of what you can get. Most of the time, he’s going to be putting on a boyish persona, pitching up his voice, using posh and proper language, trying to come off as endearing as possible. He thinks being cutesy will win you over, basically. But every now and then, you’ll see a glimpse of the man he pretends not to be. Vigorous grunts of anger, the deep voice rumbling in his chest, little groans and huffs as he nuzzles into you. He never likes thinking about how old he actually is, but being so comfortable with you has him putting away the youthful act.
obsessive vincent! who insists you sit on his lap while he works, or tangled around his waist with your head in his neck, holding you with one arm, the other sculpting.
obsessive vincent! who gets you cockdrunk and incoherent, a babbling mess while he heats up the metal tool he uses to carve his name into wax, signing his name under your collar bone while you struggle beneath him.
jealous vincent! who gently slaps his brothers hands away when they touch you, not even letting lester near you without him with how he looks at you.
jealous vincent! who gets offended when your with his brothers too long, signing a sad
but your mine?
his head fell from betrayal, body sluggish as he pulls you out of Bo’s room, you swear it’s nothing serious, and your just talking, but he’s grumbling angry growls.
obsessive vincent! who constantly craves your touch, confused why you don’t want to be there while he’s waxing someone, demanding you at least stay in the room.
obsessive vincent! who tenses every time you leave the bed for whatever reason at night, eyes wide and unable to go back to sleep until your back, tightly secured in his arms. what if a wanderer took you? he’d listen closely to your footsteps until your back in bed.
obsessive vincent! who fills up his sketchbooks with drawings of you, wax sculptures of your face, hands, every part of you filled his room.
jealous vincent! who gets annoyed when his brothers offer making you food, or even sharing theirs, insisting he knows what you like better.
obsessive vincent! who constantly gives you little gifts, things made of wax, flowers he found, little doodles and notes, sometimes animal bones, weird, but thoughtful i guess.
obsessive vincent! who doesn’t let you leave the house without him, following you wherever you went.
obsessive vincent! who’s always staring and admiring you, running his dirty hands over your features delicately, studying all of you.
obsessive vincent! who when not sculpting or drawing, spends his time writing for you, long paragraphs of how he feels. it’s usually dramatic and sad, how he needs you badly when your just sleeping, but doesn’t want to wake you. on rare occasion it’s almost happy, sweet words about how you bring him comfort.
obsessive vincent! who gets tense when you ask about visiting your family, even after years he’s offended you want to see them
why? you have me?
jealous vincent! who pins you to his bed by your wrists after you get too close to his brothers, forcing you to take his too-big cock, spending hours attacking your bruised cervix so you can’t leave his bed, so that you depend on only him.
This is not a hear me out, this is a hold me back !!! I wanna call him papa n' be barefoot & pregnant for him. . . He's so big & strong ahh I need to wear his shirt with my baby bump peeking out. I just know it’s chubby and uncircumcised tee hee.
