#slasher simp

[swampgh0stt]

why are Springtraps voicelines so HORNY!? Oh my G-d!? "Lay there & suffer" "You will submit!" "This is real, this is happening!" Sign me the FUCK up right now, I volunteer!

[fraidy-farfelle]

Imagine being Vincent's partner.

Imagine peppering the scarred half of his face in kisses.

Imagine him squealing in surprise and running away.

But the funny thing is

as fast and strong as he is

somehow, you can easily catch him to do the same thing again before he escapes your arms once more, laughing.

[xxcrumbxx]

Goofy sketch of me creeping out moon in a reverse horror scinario bc i like making that stupid fucking face + some wips of slasher dca au +my slasher /dca slasher au sona.( who dusent kill unless asked but instead calms down the fellas and helps them ... Clean up. Slasher Sun and moon belong to @wyervan :]

My slasher sona is alredy a wolf but also low key fits bc wolves hunt rabits and rabits(in fnaf) tend to repersent evil mascurading as inocent to hurt inocens

And the hole demons look frendly to hurt and angleslook scarry to peotect

(not saying perfume is an"angle")but they hevaly belive in the devine and blindly fallows it all the time. whitch bleeds in to there obeseshion and devoshion to sun an moon bc they belive there work place burning down and finding a job listing to work at the arkade right affter was devinly timed.they also have several mintal isues that further bring them to the acctions they take...

I do have a tail belt and some sprit halloween glow in the dark warewolf claws to go with perfume so I add those to how I protray purfume In art bc well they are me and i have all the costume pices(even the shovle lol dw i dont do anything bad with it .its just for gardaning ,throwing leaves into the fier and swinging around for fun and a work out).

[realistic-fanfics101]

What slashers would say if you're wearing something

Scandalous

Micheal Myers

- nothing.

- would kill you

Jason Voorhees

- nothing

- probably stare for a bit

- then kill you

Billy Loomis

- he has a girlfriend you homewrecker

Stu Macher

- same with Billy. But would cat call you tbh

Bubba Sawyer

- doesn't care

- kills you

Freddy Krueger

- say some dumb pun.

- pick on you

- kill you

Brahms Heelshire

- he's in the walls.

- wouldn't say anything.

- why do I have to remind you that he lives IN THE FUCKING WALLS??

Chucky

- WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT THE DOLL SAYS? ARE YOU OKAY??

-He would probably call you a slut and hit on you. But I don't care enough to write more points about it.

- just know it ends with you dead.

[sadtimbitz]

sitting on his lap would probably fix me

[maveras-posts]

Micheal Myers headcanons pt: something

Micheal Myers Headcanons:

A TRASH PANDA—he will take anything shiny and is just a thief his grubby little paws need to STOP

If he grows a liking for you he’ll take about damn near anything and you’ll stumble across it

This little bastard will take something even if you look at it for too long

“MICHEAL! Where the Hell did you get that Barbie JEEP—” and he’ll just honk the horn and roll away(He may or may not have had a juice box in hand 🤦‍♀️)

Do not I repeat DO NOt let him get ahold of the spiked Mountain Dew he’ll go through a whole pack in a day they’re just so damn good

ESPECIALLY the Baja Blast he’s a fiend😭

Also don’t let him get ahold of V@PES the gummy bear surprise is his weakness

This little shit has a whole stash of ✨V@PES✨ and juice boxes scattered across town

Imagine this mofo on the merry go round and theres mist pouring out of the eye holes of the mask😭

He has also wrestled a middle schooler for candy and one of these ✨VaPoRizErS✨

He’ll chase people in the damn BARBIE JEEP imagine him just slowly rolling towards you a new definition to “Drive by”

He’s also definitely on the ✨Spectrum✨

You have to *JINGLE JINGLE* to get his attention if it’s important

He also becomes obsessed with kazoos (Just imagine him dancing in slow motion and there’s a kazoo in his mouth💀)

Micheal is also very cold and will act indifferent towards you but he shows affection in his own way

If you can handle his peculiarities Michael will appreciate it more than he shows

But it takes patience and dedication he is a stubborn little shit (Ghostface loves him more than Micheal realizes)

On that note…Micheal will DESTROY for Ghostface (he can be sensitive 🥲)

Micheal and Art are also frenemies (can’t live with them can’t live without them)

Micheal just refuses to play into Arts antics (he eats it up tho he takes notes of his sadistic yet humorous ways)

Micheal is the typa friend that goes on side quests on a random ass Tuesday (sometimes Art and Ghost stowaway for Walmart)

Hey there everyone, hope this feeds you for the time being. A lot of life changes and shift in career, but I still can’t let the readers down and completely disappear at least not for the time being. It’s been four years of this chaos and I appreciate the support and kind words from comments to my messages. Till we meet again ♥️

-Mav

@michaelmyers-isdaddy @slasherwife @slasherhaven @ghostfacesgirlfriend @ghostfacejed @multifandomwritings

[spookychick78]

OG Michael Myers One Shot

Warnings: Sexual harassment

Jotted this down after some asshole pulled something similar based on my outfit. Unfortunately, Michael did not show up, but fortunately I scared him off. Anyway, back to fiction.

Word Count: 1330

The cool air was biting at your skin as you quickened your pace through the poorly lit parking garage of your apartment complex. It wasn't unusual for you to feel somewhat uneasy when walking in that area, especially when it was so late. Unsettling characters had a tendency to flock to that particular building to seek shelter for the night or to do things that can only be done in the cover of darkness. However, that night the unease seemed more overwhelming than usual. You felt as though you were being watched. You'd had that feeling a lot lately.

Your phone began to ring, practically sending a beacon into the darkness as to exactly where you could be found. You kept your quick pace as you dug through your purse to find it and saw it was a collect call.

"Of course," you muttered to yourself, but ultimately decided to answer it. At least if any one was tempted to bother you it might provide some sort of deterrent to know someone on the other end was listening.

"Hello?" You said quietly as you made your way towards the elevator.

Sure enough, it was nonsense. You listened to the voice of a woman drone on about the benefits of attending the esteemed college she was paid to promote as you pressed the button on the wall over and over again. It was always so slow.

"No sorry, I'm not interested," you said, but trailed off when the elevator next to you opened to reveal a man, maybe just a few years older than you stumbling out.

He looked to be in a haze, his eyes half lidded and his feet unstable as he steadied himself on the wall beside him. Until he saw you. His glassy looking eyes widened and a smile that made your stomach churn crept its way across his face.

"You look so pretty," he slurred as he pushed himself off the brick, "so pretty."

“Thank you,” you said shortly with a forced smile as you continued pressing that damn button.

He drew nearer to you and for each step he took forward, you took one back.

"Can I have a kiss?" He said as he reached a finger towards your face.

"No," you said in a voice you had hoped would be less shaky.

He shook his head, either in response to your answer or to rid himself of whatever fog was in his head, you weren't sure. He kept moving closer and your heart sunk when you felt your back press against the wall behind you, there was nowhere else to go.

"Just one kiss, come on," he said as he closed his eyes and began to lean in towards you.

You quickly turned your face away and pressed your cheek to the wall, but he closed you in. With a hand on either side of you, you felt his lips meet the skin of your cheek. The smell of his breath was nauseating. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt your phone slip out of your hand to fall to the ground. You lifted your arms and pushed him back. That smile he had before quickly left and those wide eyes turned a frightening black. He barred his teeth at you and let out an agitated sound before he reached his hands out. He grabbed your face and yanked you forward, his mouth struggling to meet yours again. Your voice broke as you cried out for help and clawed at the back of his hands. He started to laugh and just before he finally got that kiss he was so desperate for he was pulled back. It startled you, but the wave of relief that followed was so welcome. When you opened your eyes you saw him with another set of hands holding his face.

"What the hell?" He choked out as he looked up at the man in a pale white mask who quickly wrapped one of his hands around his neck.

You watched the masked figure push him against the brick with such force cracks could be heard. You weren't sure if it was bone or brick that had broken, but based on the scream that ripped out of the man's throat you assumed it was the latter. With one hand holding the man in place he took his other and reached two fingers out towards his eyes. The man tried to fight back, but it proved useless. The masked man overpowered with ease and pushed his fingers into each of those wide eyes that had been undressing you moments before. Blood splattered over the white of his mask as the man let out another gruesome scream. His body shook as he began to sink into the man's grip around his throat, but the masked man lifted him up forcefully to continue his assault. He ripped his fingers out of the man's eyes and took his hand off his throat to place each of them on either side of his face. His head slowly tilted to one side as though he was admiring his handy work before he swiftly turned the man's head. That time you were certain it was the cracking of bone that echoed through the parking garage.

Your heart was racing so fast you were frightened it would escape your chest as you watched the now limp individual fall to the floor. After studying his body for a moment, the man slowly turned to face you. You pressed yourself harder against the wall as he took a step in your direction.

"Please don't kill me," you whispered.

You wanted to close your eyes, you weren't entirely sure if he was going to kill you or not. He had, in a way, saved you from one horrific situation, but the brutality you had just witnessed made you question his intentions. He stopped in front of you and you could hear his quiet and steady breath through his mask as he tilted his head at you now. You looked through the holes to see a pair of dark, expressionless eyes staring back at you. After what felt like a lifetime under his gaze, he turned his attention to the floor. You kept your focus fixed on him as he bent down. When he stood back up his eyes went straight for yours again. You glanced down to see he was holding your phone in his hand. His arm slowly extended as he offered it back to you and you looked back up at him questioningly. He stayed inhumanly still as he waited for you to take it, which after a moment you did.

"Thank you," you breathed shakily.

He tilted his head once more as he silently stared down at you. Your pulse steadily returned to a normal pace as you came to the realization you weren't going to meet your end that night. His hand lifted again and he let the back of it brush your cheek, collecting the tears you hadn't even realized had spilled on his rough skin. His eyes glanced down to study the small puddle of liquid before he let his arm fall back at his side. Without any further interaction, he turned and calmly began to walk back into night.

"Wait," you said quickly, somewhat doubting your own sanity as soon as the word left your mouth.

He paused, but stayed facing away from you, "You saved me. Won't you at least tell me your name?"

Michael smiled behind his mask. You would know soon enough, he thought to himself, you were his after all whether you were aware of that or not. He had made that decision long before that night. Perhaps the next time he followed you home he would allow you to know him. He continued his slow, calculated pace, leaving you with only the man's body on the ground to remind you he did indeed exist, whoever he was.

[horrorjunki3]

Can you do the sawyer brothers when their S/O falls to the ground and starts having a seizure? (Plz include Drayton because I'm a simp)

Sawyers reacting to they're S/O falling and having a Seizure

An: lmao don't worry im such a simp for Drayton -> choptops mentioned in all of these lmao sorry

Warnings: sad boys, seizures, mentions of war training -> dissociation and mental illness

Drayton Sawyer

Parental instics activated - he'll jump striaght into action while everyone's panicking -> at first he just things your fainting bc of the heat so hell catch you and lay you down ready to bark orders at his younger siblings until you start shaking then he freezes -> he doesn't really know what to do till he gets yelled intrustctions (curiosity of choptop)

He'll make sure you don't bite your tounge and keep your head in his lap until it's stopped -> his so worried the whole time

The whole house kinda go silent no one dares annoy Drayton whole his sweethearts hurtin'

Infact all the boys kinda stick close to you afterwards always ready to catch you and help ya -> pays to be they're "other parent" you've got a mino army of crazies to help at the touch of a button

Afterwards Drayton will lecture you and ask if this is common -> he'll ask what he should do and like this man's is taking notes!!

He'll make you food -> fully believes a hardy soup can sure anything!

Choptop Sawyer

"Fallin' for me sugar?"

At first he assumes you've just tripped until he doesn't hear your giggle to his flirting then his worried

Whips his head around and is striaght inro action -> again his training in the army kicks in he kinda shuts all his emotions off and just goes on autopilot -> he can't bear to think about what'll happen if this ends badly

He rolls you into the best position and makes sure you don't bite your tounge, hit or head or anything like that -> he'll stay until the sizeures settled then jump into giving you water and bandaging you up

It's crazy the shift in Chop when your hurt he goes from goofy, crazy hippie to stone cold in seconds ordering Nubbins and Drayton around -> his training really kicks in

He won't lecture you like his older brother but he'll wanna know if it's common and how to avoid it

He won't leave your side for the rest of The day -> keeps his arm around your waist for good measure so you don't fall and harm your head

Nubbins Sawyer

He doesn't pick up on you even falling at first -> his rambling about his Camera and pics of you but once he realises he panics -> drops everything and rushes to you

He knows enough to giuide your head inro his lap to stop from harming your head but his feverishly screaming for Chop -> ( as soon as Chop hears twin screaming he'll be there in seconds ♡ )

Chop will calmly tell Nubbins what to do and sit comforting him until you do -> once you've stopped he just pats your head and walks away

Poor Nubbbins is a stuttering worried mess, his got tears down his cheeks and can hardly even get words out "y-y-you sc-a-a-red m-m-me" :(

His like a dotting puppy for the rest of the day constantly running to chop to ask questions and following you around

"Is my camera bad? I can turn flash of sweet thin'" -> he doenst wanna trigger a seizure

Asks so many questions and is your lil shadow for the rest of the day - you wanna go shower? To bad his following - and besides how could he not follow ya? *click aggressively shakes picture*

He'll have you sit in his lap and pamper you he was so scared!

Bubba Sawyer

As soon as you drop a sea of panic squeals leaves them -> this'll cause a rush of footsteps and the boys bursting in!!

Chop again is the one that jumps into action he'll tell Bubba to put your head on his thighs and encoruage them to softly stroke your hair to calm down while he goes about helping ya' can't have his new sibling dying on him can he?

Bubba silently squeals and whimpers while there's orders being thrown around :(

Once you've come to he'll pull you into they're chest and just hold you

They'll make you chop and Drayton tell them what to do next time and will prepare for it!

Lots of cuddles and checking if your okay from them

They'll kiss you on the head and whimper while you tell them you okay -> he was so scared!!

[house-of-slayterr]

Ok, My Mega Dream Team for the night…

Hear me out Yall.

Billy and Stu

Bo Sinclair

The Lost Boys + Micheal

Murder Husbands

Daryl Dixon:

Peepaw:

Jerry Dandrige:

John Constantine

Venom:

I could take them… “in a fight” 😩

Tag: @joelsgeetar @oceansrose2002 @emeraldfangs @kados-of-chaos @willowbrookesblog @mothmans-kingdom

[swampgh0stt]

Oh yeah it’s coming along great

[fraidy-farfelle]

Tommy- :(

Y/N- *happy to see him* TOMMY!

Tommy- :)

[herdreamlandpeace]

Hoping you all have great a slasher summer! Remember to use sunscreen, stay hydrated, use bug spray, check for ticks, and have fun! <3

[ivrxquack]

The cutest head tilts!

[sadtimbitz]

sometimes i remember that one comment that said if vincent spoke he would likely have an accent like his brothers and it floors me and i have to collect myself every time

[f1nal-c0rpse]

[spookychick78]

Halloween Night W/ The Slashers 🎃🔪

Happy Halloween and to all a good fright🎃🔪

Jason Voorhees:

Wholesome to the max. He'd get all the blankets out, make sure the decorations were all lit and cozy up with you to watch your favorite scary movie(s). If you're into the scarier ones, be prepared for him to be hiding his face in the crook of your neck (he's sensitive). If you're spending Halloween in his neck of the woods, a campfire is definitely on the schedule. Did I mention he makes the best s'mores?

With your head on his shoulder and the soft sound of embers crackling in the orange glow of the fire he'd just finished building, you let out a contented sigh. The autumn air blew chilly and cold around you, but between the warmth of flames and his body, you were perfectly tranquil. The couple of pumpkins you'd carved earlier that day had a pleasant glow of their own in their spot beside you both. Jason leant forward, gently so he wouldn't disrupt the comfort of you perched on him and stuck a marshmallow into the fire. You started to giggle, because it didn't take long for it to burst into flames and he responded by shaking the stick.

"Planning on burning the camp down?" You teased as you listened to his breath whistle through the holes of his mask in an attempt to blow it out.

Finally, he managed to extinguish it and pulled it back for the two of you to inspect. It was crispy, burnt and blackened, his shoulders slumped as he twirled the stick around to study it. You lifted your head and tentatively tapped it. Once you'd decided it was cool enough to touch, you plucked it from the end of the stick and reached for some Graham crackers.

"Don't worry," you said with a grin as you took note of his befuddlement, "I prefer them well done anyways."

You smushed it between the two pieces and took a quick bite, all the while very aware of his admiring gaze. You were always so kind, something he wasn't used to in the slightest and in his opinion, that kept him warmer than the fire in front of you. He let you finish chewing, intent on letting you finish the entirety of it, but he simply couldn't wait any longer to scoop you up. As he did so, you dropped the little sandwich and let out a startled yelp, which soon turned to giggles. You couldn't see it, but he was beaming at the sound underneath his mask.

"But the fire-" you started, but he'd already pushed the door to your cabin open and set you down with a finger over your mouth to shush you.

You grinned as he bent down and lifted the edge of his mask up to replace the finger over your lips with his own. His arms snaked around your waist and he lifted you up again, pressed closer to him this time. It would fine, you thought to yourself as he carried you over to the bed, it would burn out eventually. Being wrapped up in him kept you warmer than any fire could anyhow.

Ghostface(reader's choice):

Halloween with him is definitely interesting. He's not letting you get out of any tricks, that's for sure.

You paced back and forth between the four walls of your bedroom, occasionally allowing a glance out the window to the dimly lit street. Where was he? You thought to yourself. He was always late, without fail and you'd have been lying if you said it didn't get to you sometimes. Finally, you plopped down and let your gaze linger on the pumpkin that sat on your desk, uncarved. You promised him you'd wait for him to start it, but it was nearly nine and Halloween was coming to a close. You thought it was a fair punishment for being kept wondering for so long, so you placed it on the ground and grabbed the tools from your drawer. Before you'd even had a chance to cut into the top, your phone rang. For most, the words 'unknown caller' would have been an easy ignore, but you knew better. You pressed the button and before you could speak-

“Ever heard the term ‘patience is a virtue’?”

You rolled your eyes, "You're late."

"Fashionably," he replied coolly, "you love the mystery, don't lie."

"I'd love to not be alone on Halloween," you said flatly as you rested the phone between your ear and shoulder to start on the pumpkin with irritated force.

"Who said you were alone?"

Just then, you heard the door creak behind you. You let the phone drop to the floor and turned to peer into the shadows. You didn't remember turning off all the lights, but the hallway behind the door was pitch black, save the barely visible pale face observing you in silence. Once he'd decided you'd discovered him, he stepped forward, his black robe dragging on the floor behind him. You couldn't stop a smirk from pulling at your lips as you watched him tilt his head at you, his mask almost made it seem he was mocking you.

He lifted the voice modulator to the front of his mouth, momentarily distracting from the glint of the knife at his side, "Trick? Or treat?"

You still held a knife of your own and you didn't hesitate to play with it as you responded with a playful gleam in your eyes, "How 'bout both?"

He chuckled before he dropped the modulator and used his free hand to reach down and grab your jaw, "In that case, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Freddy Kruger:

Better call it an early night, cause he doesn't like to be kept waiting either. He's in that dreamworld tapping his foot with his arms crossed, hoping you'll pass out in costume.

"Late night?" You heard his voice echo as you searched for him in the darkness.

"Early actually, you're just impatient," you replied with a smirk as you turned the corner, expecting to find him there.

Of course, it was empty. He was never where you expected him to be. You paused and your head whipped around when you heard those claws of his scraping metal. The echo was deceiving, it refused to give away his location. Silence followed and you lifted a foot to continue your search.

"Bored would be more accurate," you heard his voice echo again, but the next words he spoke were right in your ear, "but not anymore."

As soon as you turned, he rushed forward to push you against the metal railing. Your briefly startled and somewhat terrified expression made him chuckle smugly as he brought his claws up to drag them along your costume. It was tight, not too much coverage, which was exactly what he was hoping for.

He clicked his tongue before he looked back up at you, "Modesty isn't really your thing, is it?"

"Don't tell me you expected a nun," you said, with a quick glance at his blades, which he brought to your bare throat.

"Oh," he growled in response to your quick wit, "you're lucky I like you."

"Am I?"

Your breathy whisper hovered between the two of you as the cool metal glided across your skin. Though it was dark, you caught a smile on his face as he listened to your quickened breath. He'd never cut you, not too deep at least, but he quite enjoyed keeping you in frightened anticipation. He found his way to the bottom of your chin and lifted it with the sharp end.

"Maybe," he said in that gravely tone that made your knees weak, "though I'm sure being trapped here would be considered pretty unlucky for most."

"Trapped?" You said quickly, but he cut the word short by pressing a needy kiss to your lips.

He pushed you harder against the rail, forcing a little whimper from your mouth and smiled against you. He pulled back just enough to speak, but made sure you could feel each syllable against your lips.

"You expect me to let you leave in this?"

"Not at all," you whispered back, "I didn't expect to leave in anything."

His smile returned, "Smart girl."

Last, but certainly not least, our resident spooky boy; Michael Myers:

He's practically the king of Halloween and assuming your on his good side, your night is sure to be filled with excitement. Michael goes all out. Anything traditional, you're doing it. Pumpkins, costumes, horror movies (his, of course) and candy. Lots of candy. But, we all know he's more tricks than treats, you gotta earn those and what better way to do that than a chase?

Edit: I was gonna get allllll of the above in this, but when I start writing for Michael it always ends up being more romantic than intended. Because, well, obvious reasons.

It was late by the time you pulled up to the old, seemingly abandoned white house on Lampkin Lane. You always made sure to give him enough time to finish his yearly rounds before you got him all to yourself. It was chilly, the wind was high and the sound of leaves crunching under your shoes sent excitement stirring in your stomach. His home was the essence of Halloween, you thought to yourself. The entire street, for that matter, was the same. The street lamps were always dim, keeping the place shadowed and the trees swayed at its side to make it appear as though it was breathing. Aesthetically pleasing was an understatement, the Myers' house was simply the spirit of all things eerie, picture perfect. It made it all the more inviting to know who was waiting inside. You could almost feel him in the cool breeze that whipped past you as you approached the front door. Michael always knew you were there long before you discovered him, he was well aware of your presence. You turned the handle and let the door swing open on its own to reveal the haunting aura of the front room you were dying to step into. Slowly, but surely, you entered with your eyes focused on the staircase. He was usually up there, gazing out the window at this point, but you knew he'd heard you, wherever he was. He'd come when he was ready. You let your hand rest on the wooden railing and silently admired the rotting walls with a soft smile on your face. It had become a tradition, this strange cat and mouse game you played with him, one you loved more than any other. It started just a few years before. At first, you were unsettled as anyone would be to find the man with the blank, expressionless white mask lurking in the shadows to study your every move. Michael was fascinated by you and he wasn't at all subtle about it. Studying soon turned to short, minimal interactions. He would leave gifts, much like a cat, on your porch. Then your kitchen, living room and finally, your bedroom. After the fear of him ending your life had dissipated, you found yourself looking for him, hoping he'd show up. You'd left a pumpkin out one year with a note attached to it. Nothing too crazy, you simply wanted to wish him a happy Halloween, but later than night you were walking down the street, down this street. You saw a pumpkin resting on the porch of the 'spook house', the Myers house and it too had a piece of paper stuck to it. You were alone, you'd long since bid your friends a goodnight, it was the perfect opportunity to delve deeper into your mysterious admirer. You approached it, quickly plucking the paper from its place and read the sloppily scribbled words with an intrigued grin.

'Come in'

It was him, it had to be. On the back of the paper was your own handwriting. He'd taken the bait, or maybe it was you that had. That was the first time you'd set foot in this home you'd come to adore and adore it you did. Each crack in the floorboards, the cobwebs that hung atop the grimy windows, the old, tattered linens that draped over the forgotten furniture were cherished, you'd made sure of that. It was comforting, you'd never quite put your finger on why, but perhaps it was Michael that made it so. You'd put two and two together over time that your admirer was indeed the boy who'd made headlines when you were a child. Michael Myers was the one who had so kindly invited you into his strange, little world and promised you safety. He wouldn't kill you, he just wanted a closer look. So you waited, much like you were now and eventually, he came home to join you in the shadows.

You were ripped from your memories by the sound of the front door slamming shut behind you. The moment you turned, he was there and his hand didn't hesitate to find your neck, it's favorite resting place. His grip was tight, but never painful and it never failed to ignite a flame somewhere deep within you that no one else had ever seemed capable of doing. Only him. Only he could make you grin the way you were now, with unbridled excitement that you barely bothered to hide. He'd been watching you all day, always just out of your line of sight. The only indication that he was there was the strange connection you'd formed. You felt him, always. The chase was different with you, it was deeper.

"It's good to see you too," you teased, earning his signature head tilt.

His grip loosened and he placed his hand on your cheek. His skin was cool, chilling even, but the goosebumps it raised on the rest of your body made you hum with pleasure. His touch was subtle, his thumb barely moved to brush your skin, but that slight movement said a thousand words. He was glad to see you too, more than you knew. Sometimes he was fearful you wouldn't come to him, that one day you'd wake up and realize you'd be better off leaving him to nightmares, as the rest of Haddonfield had, but you didn't treat him like a bad dream. You didn't treat him like a monster and you didn't leave him wondering. You always came home. It was something Michael needed, something he wouldn't admit even to himself. After the bloodshed, after the violence, it was the comfort of your arms he sought. This was the chase he loved the most, the uncertainty of whether or not you'd be there after he took his eyes off of you and finally, the reality that you were with a smile painted on your face just for him. You were his favorite treat.

"Happy Halloween, Michael."