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[hellokittyslot]

[lola1thehotwhitegirl]

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[yourdoorisunlocked]

I'll Never Meet Another You... - Part 1

𝐀/𝐍: Is that...? Oh my god- It's the sound of another WIP in my endless void of fanfic ideas that managed to see the light of day!! It also means I've added another demon husband to my ✨cOlLeCtIoN✨

So, I'm definitely doing a continuation of this- I was having WAY too much fun writing it.

Enjoy your yandere, stalking, creepy-ass television man! :)

. . .

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟒𝟏𝟓 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐯, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛᴀɴɢᴏ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

. . .

Electricity bounced across clawed, neon-blue fingertips as Vox’s collection of monitors booted up, lining the walls in a cyan-hued excess of the latest tech his company manufactured.  

With but a wave of his hand, the devices were slaves to his command. 

As Vox sat upon his electronic throne that was centered before it all, he closed every work-related tab within his mental browser, before slumping in his seat within the darkness. The demon rubbed where the bridge of his nose would’ve been with a stressed crease in his brows; a little habit that he had acquired from his life above.  

To say it had been a long day would’ve been the understatement of the century. For the first twelve hours since he had emerged from his quarters, Vox had been bombarded with underlings shoving incessant workloads into his lap.

Ensuring the reputation of the Vees, the new VoxTech Angelic Security system that he had been developing, the countless amount of paperwork and maintaining the digital grid, and to top it all off, he had to manage the temper of one pissed-off Valentino. 

Ugh... Fuckin' Val and his goddamn runaways... it's not my fucking fault he can't manage his toys. 

Dealing with the lustful moth Overlord's temper tantrums were usually the absolute highlights of Vox's day, but this time in particular there was quite the treat in store for the overworked Overlord.

Hm... Maybe that's how the name came to be. Ah, who am I kidding? Velv just sits on her ass all day.

Of course, Vox pushed his indignation aside and swept everything up with a winning smile of pure showmanship, the pinnacle of excellence in front of the public.

And just as everything seemed to fall into place, like any other day of Vox cleaning up the messes of his fellow Overlords, something just had to go fucking wrong.

Imagine being the literal fucking backbone of the Vees, ensuring that their picture-perfect reputation of utmost excellence and being called up by an irritated Velvet to play babysitter and manage the man-child because of fucking Angel Dust- 

And then catching wind of ḧ̴͇͕́̍i̷̡̹͋͂̓m̵͈͔̳̭̙̍͝ returning... 

A few sparks flew from Vox's antenna as his overheated fans whirred rapidly. That old timey, triangle-assed p̴̲̩̮͙̜̎́̋r̸͓̟͆̀͆i̸̼͕͓̺̹̪̔͛͊̋͗c̸̢̤̐͂͜k̵̻̭̦̣̪͈̕-̸̢̡̪͇̖̈́... 

Slowly, he took a deep breath, stretching his knuckles and tilting his head to the side with a deep frown. He had the evening to himself, now. No Radio-Pricks, no need to maintain the perfect facade he had so carefully crafted for himself and his allies, and no Valentino.

Time to unwind... 

A cup of coffee materialized in his hand with a spark of electricity that lingered around his hand, dancing upon his fingers. He scooted just a bit closer to the large, main monitor within the center of TVs installed in his office, and his mental request was immediately answered by the large computer screen before him. 

A zipped file containing possibly the most sensitive information that you couldn’t fucking torture out of the television demon happened to be the very first result of his search, almost teasing him with the overtness of his little obsession. 

Vox clicked on the file quicker than ever before, and he took a long, slow sip of his drink as he focused solely upon the pretty little blessing that had graced his screens since a few months ago.

You were lounging on your couch, scrolling haphazardly on your phone in your less-than ideal apartment, but hey, it worked for you, so who was Vox to judge? Even if he would've placed you in one of the most mind-bogglingly extravagant penthouses that you'd ever seen in your afterlife, he had no qualms as long as you remained untouched. 

And luckily, his position and occupation made it more than easy to ensure that you had no one in particular in mind to take his place. 

No matter where you were, or what you were doing, nothing about you remained unseen by Vox, and no stone was left unturned when it came to your private life. 

And Vox was always there. Watching. Adoring you through digitally enamored eyes without moving an inch from his seat. 

Small, pixelated hearts floated across his interface as you looked through your phone, blessing him with a plethora of reactions. Whether it be with a small pout of your lips, to the furrow of your brows, to that cute giggle-snort you made whenever something seemed funny to you, the electronic Overlord drank it up like red wine from a golden cup glorified by gods themselves.

Lord, Vox had it bad.

Every step you took, every breath you inhaled, every purchase you made, every club or restaurant you went to, your exact order at your favorite diner, your taste in fashion and jewelry, he memorized every fact, photo, and video and saved it all in a private file.  

It was Vox's most precious possession, the closest he could ever get to you, for now.

Vox’s smile stretched across his flat-screen face; a neon hue of razor-sharp teeth pulled into a fond simper as the sound of your chiming laughter rang out across his office. 

How he wished to capture the sound, perhaps place it into a bottle for him, and only him to hear, your smile a treasure of the rarest quality to keep. 

There was no doubt about it, Vox was your number one fan. 

More monitors across the room lit up, whether it be with your beautiful face or your soft, angelic singing, there was nothing but you, you... 

Y̵̼̜̿o̴̝͕̾ṷ̸̇.̶͈͍̎̔ ̵̟̒̚ 

Vox hated the idea of having to share this with anyone else. Share you with anyone else. Every time he ended the night like this, he had to fight the urge to steal you away and seat you upon your rightful place, a throne beside his, towering above his empire with no unworthy, sinful eyes to look upon you. 

“Huh... I’ve actually always wondered what that ‘Vox’ guy is like in real life...” said demon froze at the sound of his name pouring from your lips, and a soft blush mixed with the bright blue glow of his face, coloring it a light lavender pink. You were talking to yourself again, something Vox binged like a talk show whenever he was off work.  

He could watch you all day like this. And God knows that he would massacre any number of demons, conquer any area of territory simply for a few minutes in your presence.

A casual conversation, witty banter, fuck, he'd rather talk about the goddamn weather with you than be deprived of your presence any longer. Not behind a screen, but in person.

Vox needed something, anything with you, romantic or platonic, though the former would surely grow an insatiable craving, if you kept teasing him like this.

He needed you to be there for him, to just treat him like a person.

Vox normally wouldn't mind the fact that he was always perfecting himself for others, catering to their every desire. A machine. Meant to serve the masses, and in turn, they'd fall to their feet before him like flies to honey, insatiable, pathetic worms. 

But it'd drive anyone to the brink of fucking insanity, to keep up the same, cheery yet suave charade every draining day.

And with you? Even if you never knew about your secret admirer’s ever-prying eyes watching your every step, it felt like Vox didn't need to put on a show for you. He could simply watch and listen as you, sweet, mischievous, lovable you talked his ears off for the rest of his day.

What I'd give to just kiss the hell out of her-

“Heh, he’s actually kind of cute. Y’know, for a TV, I guess...” you giggled at the end of your sentence as you scrolled through more photos of him, drinking up every piece of content that featured the demon that was watching you through your camera.  

A little side-menu of exactly what you had been looking through immediately popped up, and an intense zapping noise from above signaled to Vox that, once again, the demon was two seconds away from overheating and having to reboot himself as he nearly spit out his hot drink. 

Vox nearly short-circuited in his seat as you smiled warmly down at your phone, directly into his eyes as his cold, mechanical heart pounded in his chest, and bright red spread across his screen like a virus.

“Oh... Ohoho...” 

“Now that’s good television...” 

. . .

End Notes: Ok, holy SHIT-

I really like this one. Like GODDAMN this was so fun to write!! I'll definitely be doing headcanons for yandere Hazbin Hotel very soon. Also, that A03 shit I just pulled at the end? You're welcome ;)

Btw I'm working on my Masterlist, so if anyone has requests or drabbles that they'd like to enter, don't be afraid to ask! I think I'll make some rules clear later, like no EXTREME asks or kinks or anything like that.

Smut is on the table though don't be afraid lmao. I'll be the one shaking in my boots when I'm about to post it- 😓

Anyway, thanks for reading!! See you next time✨

[yanyah]

don't talk to them. talk to me instead. me me me. don't reply to them. look at me. hey. give me attention. me. just me. only me. talk to me. message me. call me. hey. pay attention to me. please. please. please. please. please.

[angelgigisworld]

[x4ver1a]

my love makes me feel unlovable because nobody will ever share my obsession.

[yand3r33]

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Perv!Charlie Walker headcanons

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warning : perverted behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, obsession, nothing graphical, mention of nudeness, clueless reader, obsessed love

second part , third part, fourth part

masterlist

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°It all started when you switched to his history class. When you came in and chose a seat diagonally opposite to him. You hadn't noticed his presence when you entered. But his gaze fixed on you the whole class. You were perfect. More perfect than Kirby could ever have been.

°My beautiful victim he thought as he walked past her, trying to catch a glimpse of her scent. You smelled so sweet and innocent. He would make her his Sydney. Keep her forever.

°A few weeks passed and his obsession with her grew from day to day. Every day he tried to talk to you as often as he could. No matter if it was the little talks during the break. Trivial or not, it was all the same. Your affection was enough for him. He just needed to have you with him. Just for him.

°He could hardly believe his luck when one day you asked him if you could come to the film club.

°Of course he immediately agreed and couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks when you pulled him into a thankful hug. You are so soft and warm...she's everything he thought as his arms wrapped around your body. It was only a moment but it meant so much more to him.

°The weeks went by and besides the activities at the club he helped her with her homework almost every day. Acting a little foolish with his own, knowing that you would help him. That you would pull him into the library and the two of you would sit together at the table next to each other. Yet you didn't see the look in his blue eyes. But he saw her and his heart beat with happiness every time you pulled him here by the wrist. She likes me he thought delightedly and continued to watch you.

°Soon he would find a way to get to know you even better. To see you whenever he wanted. To record you in his camera. Just for himself.

°It was the last lunch break before the weekend when he approached her. A smile played around his lips as she waved at him. A simple plan but it would do. ,,Hey, I was wondering if you would like to work together on the history presentation?" he asked and immediately saw her nod. ,,Of course I would love to, how about tomorrow afternoon, my parents are at work so we can relax" she suggested and there was joy in her eyes as she almost proudly told him about the free house. ,,Cool, see you tomorrow," he said, knowing that you would already have him in your house forever.

°As soon as he was in your house the next day his heart beat faster with joy. It was your house, your home, just you and him. He looked at your shape as you walked up the stairs in front of him and showed him your room. ,,You have good taste," he commented and smiled. You couldn't have been more perfect. Several horror movie posters and fantasy books were on the wall. Some he had read and watched himself. She's perfect for me he thought, letting his fingers roam over some of the books and posters.

°Everything here seemed to reflect you as if he could see and understand you so indirectly. He could touch you. He heard you say that you would fetch something to drink from the cellar. He just nodded before waiting for the door to close. His smile widened, his gaze determined as he pulled out of his backpack the many small cameras. They were not cheap, but for you, anything was enough. He quickly thought of the right places and set up the cameras. Before he saw on his mobile phone that he could see the whole room.

°He listened, but you were still searching in the basement. Before his gaze fell on your dresser with clothes inside. A blush crept into his cheeks. He knew he was close to being caught. But he wanted to finally possess something of you. To finally have you. Just a small part. Carefully he opened one of the many drawers. Your clothes came out, with the same engaging smell. It's almost like she's embracing me, he thought with a sigh as he reached for one of your t-shirts and stuffed it into his backpack.

°Then his eyes caught a pair of black folded panties with black lace. His cheeks grew even darker. His fantasy of what you would look like in them began to come together in his head. She's only wearing it for me he thought and a furtive smile crept onto his lips. It smelled just like you. Hastily he stuffed the garment into his backpack before the door to your room opened only a moment later.

°The remaining hours he was full of enthusiasm and admiration. He enjoyed the contact, touched you as often as he could and finally wanted to have you for himself. Only when you said goodbye to him in the evening did he practically run home. Connecting his mobile phone to his computer and opening the programme, he finally saw your room.

°You had already gone back to your bedroom and had just closed the curtains to your window when you started to undress. ,,So beautiful," he murmured and zoomed in with the camera. He saw you take off your pullover and fold it carefully. He saw your torso, saw the dark red bra with black lace that nestled comfortably against your breasts. His heart beat faster, you were so unbelievably captivating. He saw her take off her trousers and put them with the pullover. A matching pair of panties in the same colour showed itself to him. They clung to your hips and your body.

°He thought you were going to bed when you turned to one of the cameras. For a moment he was afraid that you had seen him. Instead you walked to your full body mirror and took off your bra. For a split moment, all thought was gone from his mind. Before he felt the slight tug at his centre. He could see your naked breasts and you seemed to almost present yourself to him as you looked at yourself in the mirror for a moment. Before she finally went to her bed and lay down under the covers. It turned him on, nervous and crazy for you, knowing that you slept only in your underwear.

°For him, for his image of you, you seemed to long for him. Seeming to wait for him. Loving him too. He continued to watch you through the hours. Taking in every bit of your features that he saw and loving you more and more. ,,Charlie" he heard you murmur as you moved slightly and seemed to almost hug the blanket. She's dreaming of me, the brown-haired man realised, and at that moment he would have loved to look inside your head.

°But for him it was just another proof. Another proof that maybe he should slip into your room tonight. Into you. Not just watch you anymore. Finally kiss you and finally have you to himself. Not kill you no you were better than Sydney he would keep you with him. You loved him as much as he loved you, he just knew it. But in the end you would have no choice. For no matter how much time passed he would always be watching you. Because love would always find its way. Willingly or not.

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[d1lfswh0re]

⋆˙⊹ why cant he just love me like I love him.

[yourbpdgf]

obsession ?

warnings: obsessive!suna x obsessive!reader, stalking, yandere behaviors, weed, alcohol, fire play?, knife play, making out, choking, hickeys, fingering, pussy eating, dick sucking, public sex?, rough sex, pet names: little one, bunny, bun, pretty,, etc .

you and suna were at your spot, the rooftop of an abandoned building beautifully overlooking all of hyogo prefecture. you were sat in his lap, sharing a blunt, enjoying eachothers presence.

suna, rin to you, has been your boyfriend for about a month and half now and youre obsessed.

you love everything about him from his dark brown hair, his mesmerizing eyes, his physical appearance to his sarcastic personality.

but in addition to your love for him you also know everything about him. full name, home address, social security number, mother and fathers name, to his favorite song, color, number, and everything else.

you memorized his whole schedule and adjusted your routes to class to make sure youd pass his locker everytime.

you have his instagram password. you go through his following daily, his likes, his archive, everything.

if its about suna rintaro you need to know.

you stalked him a little too, just to gain more insight into his home life, you reasoned.

you saw all the nasty things hes done behind locked doors. you saw how he masturbates to your instagram highlights. you even heard how he moans your name as he cums all over the screen of his phone.

youd be lying if you said you never done the same thing.

you fantasized about the things you want him to do to you too, more than any regular human should.

your late nights are spent with a dildo, the most similar looking dildo to sunas you could find, strapped to a fuck machine fucking into you at max speed. clamps vibrating on both of your nipples and your shaky hands holding a hitachi wand to your clit. you cum every 2 minutes and when you do you scream and moan for your rin rin.

but little do you know suna is just like you but worse.

he does all you do but even more constantly.

in addition to that, anybody who dares flirt with you is either jumped, publicly humiliated or exposed, sometimes all three. nobody will never know it was him though.

hes protective. nobody is allowed to come within a 2 foot radius of you when hes around. oh and you need to hold his hand at all times, too. a little one like you gets lost easily.

and most nights hes at your window, watching you moan for him, like his good little slut.

despite all of this, you two have yet to be intimate, and sunas trying to change that today.

now back to the present...

suna passes you the blunt with a heavy sigh. he speaks, breaking the peaceful silence you both built, but not before he takes a nice swig of the tequila you brought for the two of you, "let me try something."

"go ahead." you reply. you trust suna and youre not one to ask too many questions anyway.

suna loves that about you, he already doesnt like talking so it saves him words. though even if you did ask, he wouldnt mind explaining just for you.

once you pass the blunt back suna takes a drag, cups your face and pulls it to his. you get the idea at this point. you peck his lips before opening your mouth so he can transfer his smoke to you.

suna smiles and you do too, "such a smart bunny, catching on so quick. maybe you deserve a lil reward."

he puts the blunt out on your zip up, and ashes spill onto your neck. they burn on your skin and instead of pain you feel pleasure. the burn is good. suna throws the extinguished blunt to the side.

youre a little too high to realize him snaking his hands up your skirt, into your panties until he slowly starts to rub your clit. you cant protest though, not that you wanted to, because sunas lips are on yours.

youre still kissing when his hand moves to your throat and gives it a squeeze. before you can do anything about it your mouth opens, tongue lolling out. suna takes advantage and begins to suck on your tongue.

you stay like that for a moment before suna moves down to your neck leaving purple bruises as he travelled to your collarbone. he comes up to speak,

"good little bun. be good for me and thisll be good for both of us, kay?"

"mkay, rin rin."

he unzips your zip up, not knowing you had no bra or shirt on under. when he realizes he kisses your lips once more before sucking and swirling his tongue against the harden buds on your chest.

his fingers stop their circles on your clit, eliciting a high pitched whine from you, and slip into your pussy. two fingers, after a few pumps, turn into three.

until suna suddenly stops. you whine and complain as suna lifts you up and lays you down on the roof, positioning himself between your thighs.

"please rin rin, pleasee!"

"patience, little one. youre gonna like this."

he reaches into his pocket and grabs a pocket knife, tracing it along your thighs, cool metal making you moan. the sensation to die for. suna then slips it under the waistband of your panties and cuts them off. the knife goes back into his pocket and his face goes into your pussy.

he slurps, spits, swallows and suckles as you squirm and sob. he enjoys every noise you make and every twitch your body convulses. it doesnt last long though because as soon as he plunges his fingers back into you you squirt all over his fingers and face.

he gives you a second before he sits you up. he takes your hands and guides them to take his sweats and boxers down. your hands, with sunas guidance, pull them just under his balls, exposing his 8 inch cock to you, fully hard.

"open." suna commands,, and you do.

he puts his tip to your lips and automatically you suck. you swirl your tongue and give kitten licks to his tip, making sure to give it ample attention before moving to his shaft.

when you do finally move down to his length, you suck along the sides before placing half his length down your throat, going up and down. your head moves in a wave motion, eventually you take his whole cock inside the wet cavern that is your mouth.

"mhmm.. just like that, pretty. youre so good at this. youre such a perfect little thing just for me."

sunas head is thrown back, his hands the only things keeping him up. you really start to hear him moan as you hollow your cheeks, swirl your tongue, bob your head, and play with his balls all at the same time.

"...mine, mine, mine. nobody else can have you."

low grunts, soft moans and sighs that can only be described as pretty all come from sunas mouth. you giggle at his cuteness, the vibrations from your action immediately go to his dick and push him over the edge.

sunas big, veiny hands grab the back of your head and push you down his dick, forcing you to let his cum leak down your throat until he lets go. you swallow.

rintaro takes his squirt covered shirt off before laying you back down on your back. quickly, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes himself in. with each thrust he goes deeper, deeper and deeper.

rin grabs your ankles, holding them over your head, he has you in a mating press. he angles himself to hit that one spongey spot you love. how does he know where it is? all the times he watched you try ever so hard to hit it with your little dildo. maybe he should make this known to you...

"im way better than that little fuck machine, arent i, little one?"

"huuhh..? how do yo- fuckk! know about that?"

"answer me, bunny."

"yes! way way better! way better than any of my toys! please go deeper, rin harder!!"

rintaro slams into you over and over until youre both ready to cum. and when you do you do it together.

you both lay there for a while, eventually you put your clothes back on. you both drink for a little longer until suna walks you home and spends the night at your house <3.

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im back... maybe. i feel like everytime im here i write a fic to self project then leave. wtv 🤷‍♀️. btw this rushed so dnt come for me.

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everything ???

[hellokittyslot]

[silver-1ining]

My darling angel, the only end proper for us is to merge as one, and bear our scars together as a shining burning singularity

[lovesixk-demon]

[yanyah]

oh to be someone's perfect little doll. a quiet pretty thing they keep hidden away from the eyes of everyone else. a completely submissive object they play with however they want. 

[ultrainstinctslasher]

RZ!Michael Myers x GN!Nurse!Obession Part 2

Warnings: slight violence, death

Note: Thank you for all the support on the first part; I really appreciate it! Finally, part 2 has arrived. Feel free to send in requests, I'm bored as hell. (This is a threat)

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Once you accepted the mask Michael gave you, you had practically sealed your future. Your future with him, that is.

If you had thought Michael was clingy before, he's a hundred times worse now.

Before, he would try not to let his infatuation with you all too obvious, especially when it came to Dr. Loomis, since it made him feel vulnerable. But now, he made sure everyone knew not to mess with you.

In his own twisted way, Michael had become your boyfriend of sorts. Not that you knew, of course.

At this point, Dr. Loomis realized what was going on, and honestly didn't know what to do.

He could either leave you to care for him, which could lead to unknown and possibly dangerous outcomes. Or he could fire you, which would most likely lead to even worse outcomes.

But you were breaking the rules by being in a relationship with one of the patients, albeit unknowingly.

So, for once, Loomis decided to do the sensible thing, and fired you.

It had taken you by surprise, and to say you were heartbroken was an understatement.

Although both difficult and odd to admit, you had grown attached to the giant during the time you had taken care of him. It was clear no one had treated him the proper way, the way you treated him, with the way he had grown so attached to you, and it pained you knowing no one would ever treat him like that again.

Yes, he has hurt people, but they'd obviously done something to aggravate him, although you didn't know what.

And during the time you spent with him, you had learned all his small ways of showing emotions. The gleam in his eyes when he was proud, the slight wrinkle next to his eyes when he was happy, as if smiling, the slight twitch in his fingers when annoyed. It was clear no one put in effort to understand him, or else they wouldn't have been calling him an emotionless monster.

If you were heartbroken, then Michael was absolutely destroyed. Thoughts ran through his head like a train. 'Did they leave me?' "Did I do something wrong?' 'Did they get hurt?' 'Are they coming back?'

It wasn't until he overheard two members of staff talking about how Dr. Loomis fired you for no apparent reason that he figured what happened.

As soon as he realized you weren't coming back, Michael completely flipped.

Or, he would've, if he hadn't taken a moment to think first.

This was all Loomis' fault after all, and he needed to get his revenge. If he were to leave now, he might never get to him.

So, Michael waited. And he didn't wait for long.

He refused to eat, leave or even move for what seemed like days, and he knew his beloved doctor would soon come to check in on him.

And come and check in on him did the doctor do.

But Michael knew better, he still refused to move while the two security guards were in the room. Loomis knew that as well.

Once security left the room, Loomis began to talk.

"I understand you're upset, Michael."

No, you don't

"But what you're doing is irrational."

I can do what I want

"I can't have you dying, Michael."

It's not like you care, you want me to die

"And all this over some nurse..."

No, they weren't. They weren't just some nurse.

In a second, Michael had Loomis in a deathly grip against his desk. He squeezed hard enough that Loomis couldn't make a sound, apart from the pitiful 'please' that left his lips.

Michael watched with sadistic glee as the life of his former doctor was fading from his eyes.

While he didn't usually feel anything while murdering his victims, he felt exceptionally pleased while eliminating the man that got in the way of him and his beloved nurse

The thought of letting Loomis live, fully aware that he would come after him and provide him another chance to kill of him, was taken into consideration. That way, he could play around with him more.

But the thought of what he did overruled it. Anyone who does anything remotely negative to you should be disposed of immediately

Once he was sure that Loomis was dead, he turned around to the slightly agape door where the two security guards stayed oblivious to their impending doom.

He was coming for you

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You were coming home from your new job, a cashier (you won't believe how annoying it is to downgrade from a literal nurse to a fucking cashier), when you felt a sudden chill down your spine.

You quickly turned around to find the source of the watchful eyes you felt on your back, only to be met with nothing.

It was late at night, and you weren't about to risk being robbed or worse.

So, you ran back home as fast as you could, and yet, even in the safety of your home, you still felt like you were in the proximity of danger

The alarms in your head started blaring once you heard a creak coming from further inside the house, yet you didn't move.

When it came to fight or flight, you froze, which of course as a horrible thing to do

You stood still as a familiar silhouette came into your view, practically filling up the door frame

"M-Michael?"

You hadn't got any verbal response, but a head tilt was all the confirmation you needed.

A part of you wanted to run up and hug him, but the better part of you was still wary of the harm he could bring you

Although you had learned to completely trust Michael, the blood soaking his patient uniform was just a little off putting

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Michael began to slowly walk towards you, as if cautious

Once he finally reached you, he slowly reached his large hand out to your face

Hesitantly, he began to lightly caress it, much to your surprise

Looking up, you lock eyes with Michael, and everything seems to click in place

Why he would only eat from your hand, why he only responded to you, why he killed those security guards, why he gave you that mask

You couldn't believe it took you so long, but as you stood there in the dark with Michael slowly, yet lovingly, caressing your face, you finally realized it

You were his obsession. His nurse. And he would make sure of it.

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[x4ver1a]

lovebomb me and im all yours (im easily manipulated and delusional)