🍓Kallie🇵🇸

*ೃ༄ ⠀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒. (𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖.)

Michael never wanted you to get hurt — he was always hellbent on protecting you, safeguarding you from the rest of the world. Your decision to try and call off the crowd from attacking you was sudden, a spur of the moment event that was set into motion. As the mob called you crazy, circled around you like a pack of slavering wolves, it was the first time he felt that sensation — true fear, true terror.

As you begged and pleaded for Michael’s life, he was struggling to stand, beaten and shot, bruised and broken, but he was moving for you, weakly crawling toward the knife. That was when it happened — the gunshot, your body swaying until you’d collapsed in a heap beside him.

The Shape of Haddonfield collected you into his arms after sluggishly getting onto his knees, palm pressed into your bloodied wound. Michael felt like a child again, confused and bewildered when he held that kitchen knife. You were crying, he realized, and that made it all the more horrifying to watch.

It was you who brought out the long-dormant sliver of himself that could’ve been good, but as you lay there in his arms, Michael watched it all disappear around him. Your hand was over his, countenance warped into one of agony, tears streaming down your cheeks.

A flood of red — that was all Michael saw. Whatever tethered him to any shred of humanity was gone, replaced by rage and agony. Michael would feel the slam of a baseball bat into his shoulder, but he was unstoppable, now.

After gently lowering you to the pavement, Michael brutally massacred everything in sight, until there was nothing left around him aside from piles of corpses. With a rejuvenated strength, he would pick you up, still barely clinging to consciousness as you whimper his name.

Michael would carry you to somewhere pretty, somewhere far away from the carnage he wrought. You were dead because of him — Michael would always blame himself until his last breath. He would hold you until you succumbed to your injuries, but his silence was tormented, it was melancholy.

He would attempt to soothe you in your last moments, carefully stroking your hair and holding you as close as he could. Michael would fester with rage, an unbridled fury and a desire to kill, but you outweighed that.

Michael would let you see his face before you perish, revealing the misty tears swimming within his steely gaze. You can see the humanity then, the devotion and adoration that he has for you. It hurts the both of you, but it hurts you even more to know just how much death he’ll bring after you pass.

After you’re gone, Michael’s only thrill is the hunt, and even then, it isn’t as satisfying — it’s dull. He won’t be coming back to you, there’s nothing left. He might go dormant for a long while, stalking the area around your grave like a lingering spirit. He still kills to keep the feeling alive, but it all feels like a slog.

*ೃ༄ ⠀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒. (𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄.)

RZ!Michael is far more emotional, like a chaotic, turbulent storm. When Loomis attempts to shoot him, you take the blow instead in an effort to defend Michael. You’ve seen his humanity and emotions firsthand, and you don’t want to lose that.

When Michael realizes what’s happened, he’s despondent, inconsolable. He’s rageful and vengeful, but he knows that you wouldn’t want him to go down that path. He’s changed, but he feels himself slipping as you lay there in the backyard of the Myers home, bleeding and shaking.

You tell him everything — how much you love him, how much he means to you, that you’re his no matter what happens. You attempt to fight through the agonizing pain just to ensure that Michael knows that you’ll always love him. Even death won’t change that.

He convinces himself that you’re going to be alright, that you’ll make it through this. Michael struggles with letting go of those he’s lost in his life, and your inevitable demise reminds him of his mother’s passing. He cradles your body within his arms, holding his hand to your wound in hopes that it’ll heal.

Michael is very physically affectionate in your last moments. He’ll rip his mask off, press his forehead to yours, cup your face within his bloodied hand. He almost convinces himself into believing that if he wishes enough, you’ll come back, and you’ll be okay.

He cries, but it’s silent — there’s no noise, just tears that cascade down his face and underneath the mask. Michael would keep caressing your cheek, hoping and yearning for you to be okay. He’s in denial, and it doesn’t fully hit him until afterwards.

Like his counterpart, he’s filled with a desire to kill and maim everything in his path, but he can’t — he doesn’t. There’s a weight on his back that’s almost too much to carry, and it essentially puts a halt to his bloodlust. He’s absolutely shattered.

Michael buries you himself instead of leaving you right where you are. He would haul you off to somewhere you loved the most, or because of his desperation and desire to be close to you, he’ll bury you at the Myers house, underneath a pretty tree, surrounded by flowers and reminders of you.

He’s haunted by you long after your passing. It’s as if a piece of him is missing, the piece that longed to be good for you, be whatever you deserved. Michael’s mind begins to trick him into seeing you — he’ll pass by your house, see your reflection in the windows, only to realize that it isn’t real.

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'?"