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amomentsescape · 8 months ago

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Reader runs behind slasher because someone else is harassing/chasing/stalking them. They don't even know they hid behind a killer for help and apologized to the killer for their awkward action of hiding behind them.

Imagine if reader is so polite that they do a apologetic bending bow.

Slashers Being the Protector (Rather than the Killer)

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, & Bo

Warnings: Being chased/stalked, maybe a couple cuss words?

A/N: Thank you for the request! I didn't do the bow for every Slasher since I felt like it would get repetitive after a while. But I hope you enjoy either way!

Obviously, walking home alone is never your first choice, but it's not like you had an option.

Your job kept you late. And as much as you wished you could have just set some damn boundaries for yourself, you couldn't say no. You were probably the only one that actually cared about your job.

You kept a fast pace, holding your head down as to not make eye contact with anyone you passed by.

And this worked for a while. You were at a point in your journey home where you found yourself completely alone. However, there was still a part of you that felt uneasy. They always say that humans are able to tell when someone is watching them, and you were clearly no exception to this.

You finally took a deep breath and paused, mustering up the courage to look at your surroundings.

The woods were beside you, the darkness only allowing you to see a few trees at a time, but thankfully, no one seemed to be there.

Ahead of you was just more concrete and not a single street lamp in view.

And behind you... was someone.

You hadn't expected to see anyone there, but of course your luck would prove otherwise.

Your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat. Why were they just standing there?

Without taking your eyes off of them, you took one step backwards.

They took one forwards.

You took another step.

They did too.

It was in that moment that you knew you had to think quickly.

Should you just turn around and keep running straight ahead? No, that would prove useless. They would surely outrun you and grab ahold of you in no time.

Or should you turn and run to the woods, hiding behind trees for long enough that they give up?

You didn't like this idea much more than the first, but you figured this was probably the only option that got you out of this unharmed.

With your eyes watering and jaw clenching, you sprinted towards the woods.

You could hear their footsteps behind you, branches and leaves snapping in the distance.

They were catching up.

A sob slipped from your lips as you could feel your legs burn.

Keep pushing. Keep going.

And you did, right towards a figure in the distance.

Freddy Krueger

He could hear your sporadic heartbeat from a mile away

He was already smiling, hoping that you were about to be another easy victim

But something about your fright felt off

Someone else was after you

The moment you came into view, his smile softened a bit

You looked so desperate and scared

In any other context, he would have loved to see it, but it wasn't him making you feel this way

Plus, you weren't repulsive to him like everyone else

He could see the split second of hesitation on your face when you saw his gnarled skin and sharp gloves

But clearly that other person had spooked you more

You were already apologizing, begging for some sort of help

You weren't even six feet from Freddy when he raised his arm and a sudden thud could be heard behind you

The person who was once following you no longer had a head

You turned back to the burnt man, suddenly feeling worried that you would be next, but instead, he grabbed the side of your face

"I can't blame the guy. I would have wanted to snatch you up too," he cackled

Michael Myers

Michael raised a single brow under his mask

Clearly, you were terrified of the person chasing after you, but was seeing another large man holding a bloody knife of no concern to you?

You ran up to him, coming to an immediate stop when you saw the blade glinting back at you

"I-I need help. Please," you could barely choke out

He could tell you were trying to figure out who to be more afraid of

It's not like Michael really cared that you were being chased, but this was his territory, no one else is allowed to do his job for him

He stepped in front of you, watching as the other person slowly came to a halt

He grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the figure

You started to cry at this, thinking he was about to give you up

Instead, his knife plunged deeply into the other person's neck, their body collapsing to the ground

You had blood splattered on you, and you could still feel the fear in your chest

You gave him a soft bow, wordlessly thanking him before stumbling back out

It was only when you heard a branch snap behind you that you turned around

He was still behind you

As you kept walking, he kept following

You really thought he'd just help you without something in return?

Jason Voorhees

He thought he killed everyone already, so how did he miss you?

How did he miss someone so cute too?

Oh, you're running towards him instead of away

This is odd

If he had been any other average sized person, you would have tackled him to the ground with how hard you collided with him

"I-I need help. Please!" you cried out, rushing behind him

He quickly took notice of the person chasing after you, them stopping in their tracks at the sight of Jason

Now, who's being hunted?

The stalker began to run the other way, not failing to notice the freshly bloodied machete like you did

However, with Jason's stride, it didn't take long for him to catch up and knock the person's head clean off in one swipe

He took a deep breath and turned back to face you, expecting you to be running for the hills

Instead, you ran up and hugged him, thanking him through your tears

You weren't... scared?

He had no idea what to do, so he just stood there while you cried into him

At least he was right about his earlier judgment

You were cute

Too cute to turn into just another victim

Thomas Hewitt

He was actually making his way towards you both

He thought you two would be good additions to tonight's menu

But the moment he saw you look at him in relief instead of terror...

Something in him shook

Before you could even say anything, he was guiding you behind him, some protective instinct overriding his usual hunter side

The person who was following put their hands up, saying that they "didn't want any trouble"

And in response, Thomas through a meat cleaver at their head

You about screamed but he turned around, looking at you softly

"I-I'm sorry. You didn't have to d-do that," you said barely above a whisper

He just shook his head and continued to watch you, some internal battle waging inside him

He really really didn't want to kill you

But what would his family think?

Only one way to find out, he supposes

With that, he hoists you up and into his arms bridal style, carrying back home

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is about three times the size of the guy chasing you

So despite the unpleasant mask, you felt like he was your only chance at safety

He tilted his head in confusion

Normally, people like you run the opposite way from him

So the moment you're in front of him, heaving and shakily explaining what's going on, he feels angry

He might be a murderous cannibal, but Mama taught him some manners

He quickly whips out the chainsaw beside him, causing you to jump at the sight

Now it was the stalker's turn to be afraid

You were left in the woods for probably 15 minutes alone, still too scared to unfreeze yourself from the spot

It was only when you saw a large figure in the distance carrying something that you finally got your bearings

Bubba walked a little past you, holding the body of the man prior

He stops for a second and looks at you, motioning his head for you to follow

And what were you going to do?

Say "no" to the man holding a chainsaw and a dead body?

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was already on edge

He never strayed this far from the mansion, and the fact that he was out this far made him feel very jumpy

So when he saw you running straight for him, he was ready to attack

Until he saw the desperation on your face

"Help! Please!" you begged him

And a cute thing like yourself would be difficult for him to deny

He saw the figure stalking after you, slowing down when they realized they had company

Brahms stepped in front of you and gave the person a challenged look

And it seemed to have worked, because the person began to back off almost immediately

He could have killed the guy, sure

But he wasn't going to be a threat anymore

Why? Because you were coming home with him

And once you're in his territory, there's no leaving

He'll make sure of it

Norman Bates

Norman wasn't even sure how he got there in the first place

All he remembers was being at home when suddenly everything went black

And now he was here, watching as some person runs up to him him in a panic

Before he could say a word, you were holding onto him, spinning yourself around so you were behind him

And that's when he saw another figure in the distance

"P-please," you suddenly croaked, "I don't know who that is. I was just walking home alone and I-"

He shushes you, his eyes still locked on the man

He could feel your head bump into his back as you bowed, muttering apologies to him

"It's okay," he reassured. "They're not going to do anything."

His brows furrowed as his face twitched

Maybe it was your cute panicked face, or the way your soft hands were gripping his back

But either way, Norman could feel his conscious fading out

He won't hurt you, though the same can't be said for the other person

He just hopes you'll still be there when he comes to

Billy Loomis

You were terrified, that was obvious

But he was honestly surprised that you seemed more scared of a random weirdo behind you than the notorious serial killer straight ahead

You grabbed his arm, not failing to notice the sharp blade in his dominant hand

"I-if you're going to kill me," you gulped, "Then fine, but can you please kill them first?" you motioned

This may have been an odd suggestion to most, but the worst Ghostface was going to do was stab you, but you had no idea what the other person's intentions were

The creep was only a few feet away now, their hand also donning a sharp blade

Billy wouldn't have normally entertained such an idea, but he knew you from school

And God, were you pretty

"Shit," he whispered

He twirled the knife around as he approached the figure, the latter already stepping back

It was an easy kill, and Billy was back to your side in no time

"Thank you," you bowed, head down and awaiting your fate

Instead, he grabbed your chin and made you look at his mask

He couldn't wait to see you at school the next day

Stu Macher

He could see you freeze the moment you were in sight

The Ghostface attire was already pretty notorious in the town, and he could see the worry on your face at the realization

And clearly, the person chasing you also felt the same, because the moment they saw him, they ran off the other direction

Tears began to stream down your face at this

Although, he couldn't tell if they were from relief or fear at that point

He stepped a little closer to you as you stumbled back

"P-please, don't, I-"

He dropped his knife and reached out to you in response

You shakily took his hand, obviously scared of what he was going to do

But he simply began walking you out of the woods, checking around for the creep

He walked you all the way home before giving you a small wave and running off, leaving you completely dumbfounded

He spared you?

It took you a few days afterwards to almost forget about the situation

Until you turned on the news

There was a report of a dead body found in the same woods you were just in a couple nights before

Another apparent criminal from the area...

You gulped, realizing it was your stalker as the phone suddenly rang

"Unknown caller"

Huh, weird

Vincent Sinclair

Bo somehow got him to leave that musty old building

But of course, he ran off to God knows where and left Vincent alone

So the moment he saw your figure sprinting closer, he assumed that Bo would be the one to follow

However, he quickly noticed that the man behind you was not his brother, and he suddenly felt dumbfounded on what to do

Bo would surely be pissed, but something about you told him you shouldn't become just another wax figure in his collection

So the moment you were close enough, he was stepping in front of you, some newfound confidence leading him

The stalker hesitated for a moment before finally stumbling back, leaving the two of you alone

"Thank you, thank you!" you repeated, your head instinctively shifting downwards

Vincent took a deep breath in while looking at you

Yep, Bo was definitely going to be angry

But oh well

You were just too sweet to let go stale

Bo Sinclair

He could hear your erratic footsteps rushing closer to him

And unlike most of the others on this list, he comes off as a seemingly normal guy, so of course you wouldn't hesitate to go to him

His cocky smile only widens when he gets a look at your face

A mighty cute thing, you are

"Excuse me? Sir, I think I'm being followed and-" your voice cracked

How precious

Surely too pretty and too soft to be made into hard wax, hmm?

He steps towards you, and you think he's about to help you

But no

He grabs ahold of your shirt tightly, muttering some smooth nonsense to your stalker about finding "a good place for this one"

Tears begin to stream down you face

How could you have so blindly trusted a stranger?

He leads the both of you back to some empty building that you assume will be the last place you'll be alive

But the moment Bo turns back around, a pipe is swung into the other man's head

He'd be a great addition to the museum

You turn to your "savior" in confusion

"Can't let a pretty thing like you go to waste, huh darlin'?"

All you can do is tilt your head down in a silent "thank you"

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eastsidemags · 2 years ago

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The Roast of Freddy

East Side Mags is proud to present: The Roast of Freddy (Krueger)!

It’s a Nightmare on Bloomfield Ave when the greatest horror icons of film and television come together to roast the Springwood Slasher, the Gloved One, the Nightmare King himself, Freddy Krueger!

Join us for a comedy show that’ll make you scream with laughter!

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charliedawn · 2 months ago

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Slashers with a goth reader? Pls include Bo, Arthur, and Pennywise I beg😭😝🖤 and drink water!

Bo Sinclair

“Aw, hell, ya walkin’ to a funeral?” he’d smirk, watching you strut through Ambrose in a floor-length black coat and heavy boots. But oh, he’s watching. Closely. You are in black lace, your silver jewelry, your sharp tongue? He eats it up.

Secretly thinks you’re so hot, but won’t admit it until you catch him staring and call him out. “You wearin’ a corset to kill me or what, darlin’?”

If any tourist so much as mocks your look though, he goes full wrath-mode. You’re his beautiful little bat, and he won’t let anyone make fun of you—besides him.

Jason Voorhees

Jason doesn’t understand fashion, but you in black lace and boots? He’s stunned. You look like something out of a dream he didn’t know he had.

He especially loves how confident you are. He notices every detail—the little silver bat necklace, your dark nail polish, the ripped stockings. You look like Halloween every day, and that calms him.

If you sit by the lake in your black clothes and softly hum something haunting, he’ll sit with you for hours. Just…content. You soothe his rage. He won’t say it, but you’re beautiful to him. Like a graveyard in moonlight.

Norman Bates

Norman finds your goth look strange…but also deeply intriguing. He’s drawn to your aesthetic the same way someone is drawn to a haunting painting—curious, reverent, cautious. He thinks you’re like a character out of a gothic romance novel, all mystery and dark elegance.

At first, he’s worried you’re too “morbid.” But when he sees how you treat him kindly despite your edgy exterior, he decides the way you look doesn’t really matter to him. He nervously offers you a flower and says, “It reminded me of…well, something you might like.”

It’s a dead black rose.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent adores your goth aesthetic. He thinks you’re art.

He sketches you constantly. Every fold of your clothing, every choker, every twist of your hair—it’s all going into his notebook. You find his studio littered with gothic statues inspired by your look.

He won’t say it aloud, but you can feel the admiration in every careful touch, every time he straightens your collar before a photo. He especially loves the contrast of his waxy, silent world with your dark energy.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms thrives on dramatics, so your gothic look delights him.

“You look like a bride for the dead,” he coos, hiding behind doorways and peeking out like a shy Victorian ghost. He wants you to read him poetry, especially sad ones.

He gets jealous if anyone else compliments your look.

“She’s mine. My beautiful little widow.”

He makes you black-and-white drawings and leaves them under your pillow.

Freddy Krueger

He’s instantly into it.

Fishnets, velvet, combat boots—he’s drooling. Not just because you look amazing, but because you look like trouble, and Freddy loves trouble like he loves dreamblood and bad puns.

You walk in all moody and mysterious, and he gives you that big toothy grin:

“You look like a walking Tim Burton wet dream—and baby, I wanna direct the sequel.”

He’ll flirt constantly, call you “Gloom Girl,” “My Little Hex,” or “Wednesday,” and demand you teach him about your music. (He pretends to hate The Cure, but you catch him humming “Lullaby” while sharpening his glove.)

When you talk about loving cemeteries or reading Edgar Allan Poe, he doesn’t make fun of it—he leans in. He gets it. Deep down, Freddy is all rot and ruined beauty too. He likes that someone else likes that kinda stuff too.

Michael Myers

One day, when you look at Michael and ask, “Do I scare you?”, his head tilts.

Then slowly, deliberately, he lifts his notebook and scribbles: No. You calm the part of me that scares everyone else.

Arthur Fleck

At first, Arthur doesn’t know how to categorize you. You show up in his life dressed in all black, lace gloves, long coats, maybe a parasol on sunny days.

“Are you…in a play or something?” he asks with genuine curiosity, squinting at your eyeliner and jewelry. When you smile and say, “No, I just like it,” he smiles. He doesn’t tease you. He admires you.

And of course he spirals just a little with obsession. You’re not just a person to him; you’re a symbol. Something hauntingly beautiful in a world that’s always been so ugly to him. He starts getting jealous, though, when others compliment your look. When someone in public sneers or laughs, Arthur gets tense—starts giggling in that eerie, unstable way that means someone might get hurt.

But when it’s just you two?

He’s gentle. His fingers tremble as he touches the lace on your sleeve. He lights a cigarette just to watch the way the smoke curls around your silhouette. “You look like a funeral I’d love to attend.”

Chucky

“Okay, Wednesday Addams, you trying to kill me or what?” At first, he teases the hell out of you. “What’s with the Dracula cosplay? You got a bat named Gerald or somethin’?”

But underneath the sass, Chucky is into it. He’s never met someone who could wear leather and lace, quote Nietzsche and then flip someone off in the same breath. You’re dark, deadly, and a total smartass—his kryptonite. He brags about your look constantly, shows you off like a trophy. If anyone side-eyes you? He’s got a knife out in seconds.

“Mess with my girl, and I’ll carve eyeliner wings on your lungs.”

Penny

Penny absolutely loses his mind when he sees you in black mesh, eyeliner, stomping boots, and skull jewelry. He’s obsessed.

He doesn’t fully get goth culture, but he adores everything about you. He thinks you’re the coolest thing he’s ever seen and will mimic your style instantly. Expect him to come back with smudged eyeliner, a black shirt with “GLOOMY BABY” written on it, and a hundred questions:

“Is this spooky enough? What’s a ‘post-punk funeral-core’ and can I be in it?”

He calls you his “little bat” or “spooky human” and wants to do everything goth with you—graveyard picnics, dark poetry readings, listening to Bauhaus while decorating a coffin-shaped bookshelf.

Pennywise

He grumbles the moment you walk in, boots thudding, black lipstick perfect, eyeliner sharp enough to kill. He crosses his arms, scowling, leaning against the doorway of the rec room like a disapproving dad.

But his eyes? They follow every move.

You sit beside him, and he scoffs dramatically.“You dress like death. You act like death. You listen to that screeching human music—what was it? Siouxsie and the Ghastlies?” He waves a hand. “I’ve devoured kingdoms with more color than your closet.”

He likes it, just isn’t used to giving compliments.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #slashers #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #jason voorhees x reader #arthur fleck x reader #chucky x reader #norman bates x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader #michael myers x reader

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months ago

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Pete/Jerry in a relationship with you...

Pete DiNunzio/Jerry Stokes x fem!reader

warning : kissing, cuddling, tiny hurt/comfort, Jerry is Jerry and Pete is Pete (own warning), no use of Y/n

info : Here is the promised part for Jerry and Pete. I hope you all have fun reading and I see you next time :)

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Pete DiNunzio

°He was the ladies' man of the group, he knew every actress and their bra size by heart. He had carefully saved every panty shot in his horror movies and could name everything, but when it came to his personal life, Pete had never had a girlfriend. He had never held a woman's hand or felt her lips on his, and he seemed to be just as much of a loser as his friends.

°At least that's what he believed for a long time, until Halloween, when he and his friends gave it their all to win the city prize and get the prize money. “Nice zombie costume from Dawn of the Dead,” he heard and turned around to see the prettiest female Freddy Krueger he had ever seen. What's more, it was a costume that outdid his friends' and made them all angry and devastated when she accepted the prize money.

°But the nightmare didn't end there for Pete. The best was yet to come when he got half of her money that evening, plus her tips for the realistic-looking blades on his glove, and finally a female hand that rested on his as she pulled him along to the attractions to scare the younger kids. “This is the best Halloween ever!” he cheered as he smeared extra blood on himself and followed her. Pete DiNunzio's magical attraction to horror and knowledge of women had finally paid off.

°He may have been a horror freak, but he was just as much a love freak, never missing an opportunity to kiss her, hold her hand, or try to lift her up in a whirlwind greeting. Pete was devoted to her, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. “My very own slasher queen!” he had introduced her to the others, who couldn't believe that anyone wasn't disgusted by his behavior. But her love for him was real, and what he lacked in horror when it came to women, she quickly helped him catch up on.

°They shared each other's horror collections. They watched the latest movies together at the cinema, sneaking in to get past the age check, and stayed until late to watch erotic thrillers, both of them transfixed by the screen. “You're my favorite slasher, Pete,” she said after their date, thanking him and giving him a kiss, a gesture that made him blush, but he kissed her back just as she had kissed him.

°Pete was someone who had a lot of energy but also someone who could also be quite calm. That's why quiet hours spent cuddled up together reading comics in silence were not unusual, with him occasionally reaching for her hand and her running her fingers through his tousled hair. It was a calm before the storm, because as soon as it got dark, the horror movies were brought out and they would scream together. The love and relationship with Pete was up and down, and that was the best thing about it—it was never boring with him.

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Jerry Stokes

°What Jerry wanted most from his friends was a girlfriend, a real girlfriend with whom he could spend time together without anything breaking, shouting or getting hit on the head again by Bill from Thor's hammer. That was his greatest secret wish, which he only confided in his cards and not his friends.

°It was a different matter, however, when he actually came across a special limited edition pack in his favourite card shop one afternoon after school. "How much for the pack? I need it!" he had shouted stormily into the shop and grabbed it straight away before rushing to the till where he suddenly stopped…a fairy was standing in front of him. A fairy who smiled amusedly at him as she took the item from him to scan it, "That's ten dollars you hasty master" she said, pointing to his pin with the dunegon master on it.

°From then on it was a pact of magic, the heart of the cards had brought them both together. She was his heroine, knew the rules and the figures and the possible worlds by heart, "They're beautiful," Bill had said as he looked at her dice collection, which she made herself and bought special copies of, "Your collection is cute," she had replied to him as she looked at his fairy cards and especially his special vocaloid cards.

°She quickly realised that Jerry was much 'gentler' than his friends, who had promptly almost pounced on him if she hadn't thrown herself in front of them and the three of them had ended up in a fighting brawl. "I told you she was different," Jerry tried to break up his friends before they left the fighting bunch behind and decided to retreat on their own without bruises.

°In the blonde's first relationship, he was sometimes overprotective and overbearing at the same time. He didn't want to do anything wrong, but he also wanted to do everything right, "You're my fairy, of course everything has to be perfect," Jerry justified buying three different types of muffins. But the solution to his nervousness was a kiss, a kiss and the blonde blushed and stammered before she gave him a hug and a cupcake.

°Despite his nervousness, Jerry was someone who loved going on dates, whether it was to the cinema or the nearest comic book store where they would spend their money on cards. He just loved it when you were happy because then he was happy too. Holding your hand and simply knowing that you were with him meant everything to him and was so much better than anything Eltingville could ever give him.

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#the eltingville club #pete dinunzio #jerry stokes #pete dinunzio x reader #jerry stokes x reader #male x female #reader is female #no use of y/n

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greenandsorrow · 5 months ago

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Hiya I was wondering if you could do a prompt where fem reader is in [as in actress] in all the slashers movies even if it's as a background character? How they would react to her?Have a nice day no worries if you don't get to it!

Greetings, slasher community! This is my first work featuring our delicious psychos. Hopefully, I've covered most of them♥️

Disclaimer?: I didn't do Art the Clown because I haven't watched Terrifier yet. Accept my apologies for now.

Aside from the obv gory nature of the whole thing, it's mostly sfw, with only minor suggestive innuendos. Don't try these relationship dynamics irl.

Featuring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Ghostface (in the vague sense), Leatherface, The Grabber, Pennywise (1990), Pennywise (2017), William Afton because he's an undead serial killer and because I can (book, game, movie, not Springtrap this time), +BONUS CHARACTER

~the slashers x fem!actress!reader

Michael Myers 🏠🎃

The living room is silent except for the audio of Scream playing on the TV. You're lounging on the couch, mindlessly watching -until Michael, standing by the wall like a shadow, suddenly pauses the screen.

You blink. "Uh… what?"

Michael remains completely still as he observes the paused frame. A frame of you mid-sprint in the background of the classic horror movie, being chased by Ghostface. Anyone else would argue about whether that's really you, but Michael already knows. He's seen you move like this before. Maybe he's even chased you this way.

Without a word, he switches discs. He presses forward on the console.

And there you are -blurry in the background of a trick-or-treating scene in some other horror media, dressed as a generic babysitter, chatting with another actress. It's barely a second of screen time.

Michael turns his masked face toward you, his posture unreadable.

You shrug. "I needed money. It was just background gigs."

He keeps staring.

Stalker mode: activated.

Jason Voorhees ⛺🪓

You're leaning against his shoulder, a throw blanket draped over both of you.

Jason tilts his head, then turns to you, then back at the screen, then to you again.

If he could speak, he'd be asking "When was this?"

If he cared about emotions, he'd be offended.

You've been in so many slasher movies and never once did you mention it... Are you okay? Have you been running from psychos your whole life? He's almost worried about you.

Expect some extra protective hovering and a machete presented as a gift of comfort.

Freddy Krueger 🔥🌙

"Oh-ho-ho! Look at you, Hollywood! Running for your life again! What's your IMBD looking like, sweetheart? Professional Screamer?"

Freddy cackles, pausing and rewinding just to enjoy your panicked face.

"Damn, you're good. Ever considered coming to MY movies?" He waggles his claws at you. "Bet I could give you some real nightmare material." He's joking. Mostly. But you might want to lock your bedroom door tonight.

Just in case.

Ghostface (in general) 📞🔪

The moment your familiar figure flashes across the screen, Ghostface pauses the movie so fast the remote nearly cracks in his grip.

"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" His voice drips with amusement, though there's a sharp edge of something else... Interest? Possessiveness? A touch of jealousy? Hard to say.

He leans forward, taking in every detail. "You didn't tell me you were in Scream, getting killed by other Ghostfaces -or Halloween, or Friday the 13th, or literally every horror movie ever made.... Even in Child's Play?!"

He clicks his tongue, pretending to be offended. "And here I thought we had something special."

His gloved fingers tap against your thigh as he considers. "So, do you always run from killers, or are you just playing hard to get?"

A chuckle follows, dark and playful. "You know, I could give you a much more… hands-on experience than any of these amateurs."

He lets the movie roll again, but now he's watching you, not the film. "Final girl, background character, victim... Doesn't matter. You'll always be my favorite scream queen."

Leatherface 🪚🌾

Leatherface watches in silence. A chainsaw in his lap, forgotten.

He doesn't understand movies too well, but he does understand that's you being chased by someone who isn't him.

Excuse me?

You let someone else do the chasing? And you never told him?

Next thing you know, he's pacing, huffing under his breath. Expect extra possessiveness and a LOT of lingering looks.

Also, if that actor playing Ghostface suddenly goes missing… you know nothing.

The Grabber (Albert Shaw) 🎩🎭

The room is dimly lit, the glow of the TV flickering against the walls as A Nightmare on Elm Street plays. He turns to you, eyes glinting behind the sockets of his signature mask. A low chuckle rumbles from his throat. "Look at that."

His voice is smooth, almost teasing. "You're so good at being scared."

He fixates on the screen, watching the way your body moves, the way you fight to survive. Something about it simply delights him.

"You know, you'd look even better in my basement" he muses, his tone almost affectionate. "No cameras. No audience. Just you and me."

His gloved fingers tap against the armrest. "I wonder if you'd last as long as they let you in the movies…"

Then, suddenly, he laughs -light, breathy, as if the thought genuinely amuses him. "Maybe, you'd last even longer... If I want you to."

Pennywise (1990) 🎈🍿

Bob Gray is having the time of his life watching you in all these horror movies. He's laughing, cackling, absolutely thriving.

"Y'know, I could've given you real horrors to perform, kiddo!" His grin stretches wide. "And that running? Pfft! Amateur work! You should see how kids run from me!"

"Oh-ho! There you are again, kiddo! Look at you run! And run! And run some more! Boy, you really know how to make a monster work for it!"

But then, he sees him. His replacement. His knock-off.

The smile fades. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, squinting at the screen like a father seeing his daughter bring home the wrong guy.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Look at this guy. Thinks he's scary." He flicks a dismissive palm at the screen. "Ooooh, I'm tall! Ooooh, I drool all over myself! Ooooh, I wear frilly clown pants like I just crawled out of a Victorian nightmare!"

He turns to you, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You fought this guy?"

A wheezing laugh escapes him. "Honey, you downgraded! Big time!"

"He tastes fear? Kiddo, I invented that shit. He's just doing a cheap impression of yours truly. And let's not even talk about that goofy-ass head-tilt he does."

He jerks his head side to side in an exaggerated impression. "What's the matter, buddy? Need a chiropractor?"

With a smirk, he throws an arm around you, pulling you close like some sleazy salesman. "Listen, sweetheart, if you really wanna be haunted by a clown, why not go with the original? Hmm?"

His sharp teeth flash you a smile. "I'm funnier. I'm nastier. And I won't just stand there like some awkward mime in oversized shoes."

Pennywise (2017) 🎪🩸

Pennywise watches, slowly tilting his head. Then tilting it more. And more.

"You run so well" he purrs, voice thick with amusement. "You know… I could chase you better."

He grins, showing sharp teeth. "Would you like to practice?"

Is he joking? Is he serious? It doesn't matter.

The moment he spots you in IT -in a grainy, VHS quality shot of Derry- his entire body stiffens. Then, his gloved fingers start twitching against his knees. His lips part in something between a sneer and a pout.

"You… you were in his movie?" His voice drops into a guttural growl. His yellow eyes flick between you and the screen, utterly insulted. "That knockoff? That circus reject?"

For a moment, he says nothing. Just stares.

Then, suddenly, he bursts into shrill, mocking laughter. "Ahaha! Oh, I get it! You were doing charity work!"

He claps his hands together, the sound unnerving.

"Helping the less fortunate! That's just so sweet of you!"

He stops laughing a little too abruptly. He looms closer now, voice dipping into something almost sultry, eyes gleaming in the flickering light.

"Tell me, little star…" His grin is wide, impossibly sharp.

"Did he taste you, too?" His head jerks to the side with a sickening crack. "Or were you saving yourself for someone better?"

Before you can answer, his arms snap around you, yanking you into his lap. His breath, hot and damp, ghosts over your throat.

"You're mine now" he coos, teeth just barely grazing your skin.

"My movie. My horror. My little leading lady." His grip tightens possessively.

William Afton (Book Version) 🐰🔦

Book Afton doesn't just watch the screen.

He studies it.

Cold, calculating eyes track every movement you make, every scream, every desperate attempt to escape. The slight twitch of his lips is the only sign of amusement -well, that and the way his fingers tighten around his armrest just a little too hard.

"All those killers" he murmurs, voice as smooth as velvet. "And yet, you always slip through their fingers. Fascinating."

His smile is thin, mirthless. "I wonder… is it luck that keeps you alive, dear girl?"

His fingers reach out, slow, deliberate, tracing a ghost of a touch on your wrist.

"Or instinct?"

His eyes glint dangerously. "I'd like to find out."

And then, he moves.

One second, he's across the couch. The next? You're caged against the armrest, his breath chilling your skin.

"You scream so pretty for them." His voice dips lower, like he's enjoying the chase. "Let's see how pretty you scream for me."

William Afton (Game Version) 👾📺

"We do love a good game of chase in this establishment." He smirks tiredly, tapping his fingers against the desk. "Perhaps you'd like a private audition?"

That's a yes whether you like it or not.

"Hah" he exhales, voice deep, rich and unmistakably British. "Now, that's just precious."

His pale eyes dilate as he watches you on his computer screen, just another background character in a slasher film. "You're terrified, aren't you?" His smirk grows. "And yet, you survived. Brave, little thing."

He clicks his tongue, straightening.

"You know…" he begins, casual, like talking about the weather. "Slashers today are so messy. Bloody, predictable, boring…"

His fingers flex, like he's imagining them wrapped around something. "But me? I was crafted for this. A mind sharper than any knife, a body that refuses to die…"

His smirk sharpens, dark amusement flickering in his irises. "And of course... I don't just chase, darling. I build my nightmares."

He watches your reaction, drinking it in. "Animatronics, trap rooms, hidden passageways… There's no running when the entire building is designed to keep you in."

A low chuckle escapes him. "Now… wouldn't that be fun?

"Oh? No, no, darling! I'm not going to hurt you... I thought you'd be impressed by... this. By my brilliance. Can we at least have a drink later?"

William Afton (Movie Version) 🍕🗃️

Afton watches in eerie silence.

"Hmm."

His expression is unreadable, but you can feel the gears turning in his head. "You have a habit of escaping things, don't you?"

A pause. Then, a half smirk.

"How interesting." He doesn't say more, but from that day on, you swear he watches you just a little too closely. Maybe you shouldn't have let him see that.

"Ohh, now we're talking!" William practically purrs, leaning back on the couch with an easy grin.

"Look at you! Little horror darling. Final girl energy, but still gets caught. Mmm, chef's kiss."

He actually makes the gesture, grinning at the screen like a director admiring his finest work.

Then, his expression shifts. Turns sharper. Hungrier

"But you know, sweetheart… these guys? Hack jobs." He gestures lazily at the killers on-screen.

"Me? I play for keeps."

His fingers trail down your arm, slow, teasing. "Never made you wonder if the monster really wanted to hurt you… or just wanted to keep you?"

He laughs, the sound warm, playful -dangerous.

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Slender Man 🌲🚫

The static hums through the speakers before the screen distorts. The lights flicker. Something in the air shifts... and you know before even turning your head -he's watching.

Slender Man stands in the shadows, unmoving, unreadable. He has no eyes, no expression, no face -and yet, the pressure of his gaze coils around you like an unseen force. A protecting one, to your relief.

You appear on the screen, a fleeting glimpse -a background figure, passing through some darkened corridor in a forgotten horror film. His head tilts, impossibly slow, almost… curious.

A long limb raises, fingers tapering into nothingness. He reaches -not toward the screen, but toward you.

The images on the television distort again. The signal is lost, replaced by static.

A silent message. A warning.

Or an invitation.

Then, the shadows stretch. The dark pools at the edges of the room, deepening, swallowing the corners. The walls feel further away than they should be.

A whisper brushes the nape of your neck, though no words are spoken.

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