JEAN!

HALLOWEEN FRANCHISE X OC’S III

So you did that on purpose." Allyson told her grandmother.

It was now officially one day closer to the Halloween party, and the two girls were still unsure which direction to take their relationship in. But despite that and despite loving grandmothers, Laurie Strode was still trying to help Allyson make a change in her life.

"He was injured, he needed medical attention. And Dr. Mathis is the best-" Laurie got cut off while pushing her hands through pumpkin guts.

Meanwhile Victoria, Allyson, and one of their friends sat together in the living room and played go fish. "Don't believe a word she says.." Allyson laughed as she placed a card down.

"She's a strategist, she's trying to play Cupid." Victoria muttered.

"That she is." Allyson said, staring at Victoria with a smile.

As they continued to play the game, Laurie continued to dig her hand through pumpkins and talk about Corey. Victoria didn't really comfortable at that moment. But she knew Laurie was just trying her best to distract her granddaughter from the infamous holiday approaching them.

It had been all in one night that Allyson lost her boyfriend and her mother, so of course a distraction was needed with someone new to talk about. Victoria and Allyson still hadn't told the older woman about their small relationship.

So Laurie trying to play Cupid was bound to happen. Victoria took a deep breath as Laurie asked if Allyson was going to invite Corey to the Halloween party. "You know, you need to find someone to that can let go. Someone that makes you want to rip off your shirt, show grief your fucking tits and say 'you know what? Let's go!'"

Victoria and Allyson laughed, and they stared at each other. Both wondering if they were the one for each other. What was supposed to be an experiment with each other's sexuality and just a one night stand, turned into a full of friendship with benefits. But the question of wanting more just wasn't in the cards yet. Both too nervous to say or do anything.

A few minutes later, Victoria got a call from her mother. Saying that her grandmother was in hysterics and saying that her grandfather was waiting for her in the shadows.

"Ive got to go.." Victoria told Allyson "Thank you for inviting me over. It's been fun."

"Wait.." Allyson grabbed her hand before she was about to walk out of the door "There's something I should tell you."

"Yeah?"

"It's Corey. I told him my car needed fixing and tomorrow he's supposed to fix it.." Allyson told her "I didn't mean to, it just happened and-"

"Allyson, it's fine." Victoria said, still very happy "And you can invite him to the party too if you want. I could honestly care less."

Allyson pleaded with her "But I can tell it's bothering you. Just—just tell me what you think."

"I think since we're not in a full fledged relationship that it shouldn't really matter who you invite. We're just friends with benefits, that's all." Victoria tried to be as honest as she could "And if he comes at least he's opening up.

More than he opened up to me, but still. If you're happy, Im happy."

Allyson started to fidget "Honest?"

"I promise."

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Later that day, Victoria arrived at her childhood home. Her mother opened the door for her and pointed to the stairs, indicating that her grandmother was upstairs. Victoria sat her bag and coat down and rushed upstairs.

There were some moments in Victoria's life where she had to tend to Bonnie. The doctors and many psychiatrists she's had diagnosed her with PTSD, Autism, depression, and multiple other disorders that explained why she had a hard time raising her daughter.

Bonnie admitted that she never really wanted kids, but when she discovered she was pregnant with Tara she started to go through a rough patch. So she had an old friend help raise Tara, so her mother didn't have the best childhood. And still the doctors of Haddonfield forced her to take in the woman when she started to get sick.

So often times when Victoria was little, she would find Bonnie talking to herself while staring out the window. Saying stuff like "Why have you done this to me." "You were supposed to stay away." Things that even people that knew Bonnie couldn't explain.

They said Bonnie had a messed up childhood, the Myers murders started when she was eleven. Victoria speculated Michael knew her in some way. That's why he stayed away from the Bowman's. Every other family in Haddonfield had been affected by Michael, except for them.

None of it ever made sense.

"Grandma?" Victoria said, she quietly walked into her grandmother's room. She sat on her wheelchair with her shaky hands folded.

"He's hurting.." Bonnie murmured "He needs our help."

"Who does?" Victoria asked.

"You know who, your grandfather." Bonnie started to cry. She stared out of her bedroom window. The fall wind breezing through the room.

" Grandma, you haven't seen him in years. Mom doesn't even know him. He's probably dead." Victoria says "Are you still seeing him?"

"He visits me everyday, sweetheart." Bonnie looked at her granddaughter "He wants to meet you, he never got to."

HALLOWEEN FRANCHISE X OC’S II

" Haddonfield was a peaceful town. And then one Halloween night, many years ago—all of that was lost. Michael Myers was pure evil. He took our dreams, and turned them into nightmares. As he was locked away in his prison, i disappeared into mine. And then as I predicted, forty years later he escaped. And Haddonfield was again forced to confront the horrible man in a mask. His senseless brutality ravaged my community, killing my daughter.

And then he vanished. Impossible? Perhaps. Truth would evolve into legend as people searched for motive and meaning. They looked in the shadows for their boogeyman.

In the years that followed, the people of Haddonfield descended into a plague of grief, of blame, and paranoia. The suffering Michael caused became an infection. Passing onto people who never even crossed his path.

And as the town turned in on itself, I made a promise not to let fear rule my life anymore."

Victoria Bowman put the newspaper down and tried to calm down. Like Laurie had published, she didn't let fear rule her life anymore. But Victoria was just one of those people who couldn't move on.

The one person she loved the most in this world, refused to talk to her. No matter any effort she put into trying to help Corey—it just wasn't enough. Even after Victoria had bought them a new place to live in small trailer park called East Oaks, Corey denied help.

So he stayed moved in with his parents, while Victoria was alone on her own self discovery journey. Her friends would tell her at least he had people that loved him, and Victoria had people that loved her. There was nothing either of them could've done to prevent the breakup.

They just weren't meant for each other.

So Victoria did her best to leave at that, she decided to try new things that would make her life better. She went on a few dates with this really nice girl whom she somehow never crossed paths with.

Allyson worked at the same hospital that she did. Allyson was a desk nurse and an apprentice to this really old doctor that both of them absolutely hated. Victoria managed to get a job working as a janitor for a couple extra dollars than she had going while she was working at the gas station.

It paid her bills, and during lunch she could sneak off with Allyson and get under her laced pink bra as they kissed. Victoria was starting to realize dating women was a lot better than dating men.

She knew all the places to pleasure a woman because she was one, so it wasn't totally awkward trying to find the G spot during sex. Anyway, Im a few days time she was scheduled to go to a Halloween party with Allyson.

They picked out this real cute minimalist couple's costume. Of course, they weren't really official yet. Both still mourning the losses of their boyfriends affected by the Haddonfield curse of death.

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Victoria was on her lunch break that afternoon. And Allyson finally introduced her to some of her nurse friends at the desk. Victoria waves shyly as she ate her sandwich.

"So what's the plan on the party?" One of the nurses asked. She had curly blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She was one of Allyson's best friends.

"Oh, we're going." Allyson explained "We picked out this cute costume together. A cat and a dog."

"Who's the cat?" One of them laughed "Mreoww."

Victoria cringed to herself. She sat up "Well, it's definitely not me.."

"Oh we kinda figured. You're totally a dog."  They continued to laugh.

But suddenly things weren't funny anymore when Laurie Strode walked into the room. On her side was a familiar bleeding man. Corey Cunningham.

The girls noticed that it was Corey, and they must've known about her and Corey's relationship so they walked away with a little goofy smile. Allyson stepped up to the counter to greet her grandmother.

"Well, someone's getting into the spirit of things." Laurie looked around the office to see all the fall decorations plastered on the walls. She then looked at Corey "This gentleman had an accident and needs a little fix up."

Victoria understood what the older woman was trying to do way before Allyson did. She was trying to set up Allyson and Corey. It was an odd paring, so it was definitely wasn't going to happen.

Corey didn't want help, he made that clear to Victoria many years ago. So why didn't he spare Laurie Strode the time and told her he was perfectly fine on his own. Victoria sighed, maybe she didn't know him as well as she thought she did.

"I'll take this.." Allyson said to Victoria "Wait for me, okay?"

Victoria nodded. And she took Corey to the back room where the old doctor was waiting for them. Victoria stared at the cat mask on Allyson's desk—wondering whether she should take this relationship to the max.

Nobody really understood the point of why they went so well together. Like previously said, they bonded over their past relationships being affected by Haddonfield'd famous murderous Halloweens.

It seemed that Laurie was one of those people who didn't really understand them. She wasn't homophobic in any way, no. She just didn't understand the 'new' ways to love. Although it wasn't really a new thing. Thousands of people have hidden their feelings for the same gender for thousands of years.

HALLOWEEN FRANCHISE X OC’S (I)

Victoria Alexandra Bowman, the pride of Haddonfield Illinois. With her mother being the mayor and making the town the most positive received town in all of Illnois, and her being the popular girl in school who relived the school of its nightmarish past—nothing could've gone wrong on Halloween night of 2019.

Of course there was the looming speculation that Michael was still out there, and still haunting the town's crazy victim Laurie Strode. But there hadn't been any evidence that Michael was still around after one year of being gone.

Except for the few missing persons cases that the town held dearly to them. That still didn't bother Victoria though. She was ready to go out in her sexy deer costume, get drunk, and end it all. She just wasn't expecting it would be her boyfriend instead of her.

The two were supposed to go out to a party that night with Victoria's friends, but instead Corey was scheduled to babysit for a neighbor of the Bowman's. Victoria begged Corey to cancel on them but the teen was such a goody two shoes nerd that he'd do anything for a couple of bucks.

So Victoria and her friends went out that night to go party. She hopped into the car and drove off as Corey had kissed her goodbye. The rest of the night turned out to be a sad history for the town.

Victoria had fifteen missed calls that night. Ten from her mother, and five from Corey. She woke up with her black hair full of candy wrappers and fuzz. She sighed in disgust and went to go clean up in her best friend's bathroom.

She turned the warm water on, waking her mind up from a long sleep. And she started rubbing the chemicals on her body to make her clean. But before she could even wash her hair—Michelle Barnes, her best friend; knocked on the door. Or more like pounded.

"Vicky! Vicky! Get out of the shower! It's, oh my god. It's bad." Michelle was basically crying in front of the door.

Victoria rolled her eyes and quickly finished up. She brushed her hair and got dressed into some fresh clothes.

"What?" She asked as she walked out.

"It's Corey! He's on the news! He did something.." Michelle explained in a rushed manner. All while her hair was in a knot and food crumbs all over her clothes.

The two walked out into the living room where all her other friends sat up and watched the news. "Nineteen year old Corey James Cunningham has been charged with first degree murder against a ten year old boy. The parents are currently in hysterics while Cunningham claims it was an accident, and that the child had locked him in the attic. And as Cunningham kicked the door open, knowing that there was a boy behind it—Jeremy Allen was killed after falling five feet to the ground."

Victoria refused to believe it as her friends stared at her. Some of them muttered how they always knew Corey was a weirdo. Victoria didn't even want to stay. So she packed her things up and walked outside to get in her car.

Michelle and Elena called after her, but she was already gone.

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Victoria arrived at the local police station where her mother and Corey's family were waiting. It seemed that her mother had dragged her Grandmother along for the ride. She did not look happy at all to be there.

Her grandmother Bonnie had lived with her daughter almost all of Victoria's natural life. She rarely remembered anything without Bonnie being there.

"Are you okay, kid?" Bonnie asked her.

"Obviously shes not, mom!" Her mother yelled, a little too loudly. "Her boyfriend just murdered a child."

"Tara, my dear. You shouldn't be talking. Your father—"

"I don't want to hear about dad." Tara Bowman sighed, she pinched her nose in frustration "We're here to support my daughter.."

Victoria ignored them both, she wasn't in the mood to talk about her grandfather that she never even knew. She turned to her mother "Where is he? I want to talk to him."

"He's in processing." Corey's mother said under her breath "I knew you were a bad influence on him.."

Victoria wanted to scream. Her mother and grandmother weren't listening to her, all they cared about was the reputation of the town. Tara Bowman reached into her leather jacket's pocket and tried to answer the thirty thousand phone calls she was getting from Illinois politicians.

This was the first murder in Haddonfield since Michael had went missing one year ago, and it was the first murder that Tara had to deal with him since she became mayor. She promised the public previously that nothing bad would ever happen under her watch.

Well, now that was a lie. And Victoria knew it all along. Her mother could barely keep her own child safe from the abuse of her ex husband, let alone keep a town safe from a crazed murderer who'd been shot, stabbed, and overall wounded thousands of times and still hadn't died.

Even Victoria's phone was going off from her friends trying to understand if Corey really did it or was it Michael. She ran her fingers through her hair and began to have a panic attack. Police officers, reporters, and politicians zoomed through the main lobby around her.

Victoria backed up against the front of the police counter. It was like that for a few moments, her body shaking and thoughts running through her mind so fast it was like she was on a treadmill. All the way up until two officers brought a curly haired man with glasses and a shocked expression on her face.

"Corey?" Victoria looked up, her lip quivered in surprise.

"I guess you know.." Corey tried to be optimistic with his girlfriend "Last thing I wanted.."

She jumped up and hugged him "Oh my god, what happened? How? Why? Are you even okay?"

"Calm down, Miss Bowman." An officer told her before Corey could speak "He'll be sent to court in the morning, to determine whether he's really guilty or not. So I wouldn't be getting too excited to see him. But for now, he'll be sent to the nearest jail."

"But I can still talk to him before he goes right?" Victoria asks. She looks at Corey with a desperate look on her face. She'd been waiting over two hours just to see him and she at least wanted to talk to him before anything happened.

"That's what we're trying to do here.." The other officer shrugged "Family first then other loved ones. So please, take a seat."

Victoria sighed, but before she did she kisses Corey on the cheek "It's going to be okay. I-I love you, Corey.."

"I love you too." He smiled, but his eyes told a different story. He was stressed, possibly in over his head, he had no idea what to do with himself. After all, he just killed a child.

All he could do right now was be strong, especially for his family and Victoria. The last thing he wanted to do was lose her in the midst of all this.

MICHAEL MYERS X READER

Isn't the most talkative person, but think he will talk to you if something about you interests him. (Example: hair color, media you are passionate about, personality). You stand out from all the others in his town.

He slowly gathers the courage to speak to you. But before he actually says anything, he'll watch you everywhere you go depending on if he's there or not. Say you two are at the store with your families. But you have no idea he's there. He'll definitely see you, though. He always pays attention to his surroundings.

But over time he'll leave small gifts at your door or window. Maybe a CD or a mixtape of music you like. He'll never sign them. He wants you to decide if he's worthy enough or not. Basically like he's testing you.

That's when you become attentive after accepting his second gift. You'll start noticing him in the halls and him fidgeting heavily with his fingers while standing by his locker.

Your friends tell you not to talk to him, but you blush and admit he was rather cute. The girls get disgusted and walk away, while you just walk over to Michael and introduce yourself. He mumbles and introduces himself as well. You two become acquainted.

After you'll start noticing a change in his behavior towards you. He'll wave at you more with his head down, he might ask for a pencil once in while, stuff that lightly changes your relationship as the days pass.

You start to realize he might be the one to have sent those silly little gifts. So one night you shove a letter through his locker and invite him to go to the local diner with you. He quietly accepts, and immediately makes it known he isn't a fan of the crowds.

So you decided to go inside alone and get your food, you both eat on the back hood of your car (or your tailgate if you have a truck.) You didn't mind going in alone though. You completely understood not liking to be around many strangers.

You have a feeling that hes not much of a talker, so you start talking about yourself and the things you like. In just a few minutes you land on the topic of K.I.S.S the band. You mention your favorite songs and your favorite member and he perks ups a little.

He mentions he's like the band since he was a kid, and has some old action figures of them in his closet. He says it so nonchalantly, but takes a while to get all the words out. And at this point you're starting to understand him a little better, maybe what not and what to do.

The small meetup goes perfectly, and to your surprise Michael actually asks you if you want to hang in his bedroom at his house while his mom was gone. He mentions the only one who will be there is his younger sister Angel whom he's babysitting.

You accept his invite, and he low-key cant stop thinking about all night. The next day Michael is waiting eagerly at his front door. His mom laughs and tells him everything will be fine as she packs her things for work. You enter the home a few minutes after she leaves, and Michael's heart is beating fast when you show up and start talking to him.

Overall your relationship in this AU is a slow burn, but in any universe with Michael it would be a slow burn ngl. He loves you a lot but doesn't show it much around other people. He's still a very quiet person but talks when he needs or wants to.

You understand him a lot more than what you used to. You know when he's feeling upset or angry. You try to comfort him the best you can, but when your successful he'll beg for a kiss.

He loves when you do things for him, and after the fact he tries to do your favorite things to. Say you cook for him or make even the smallest lovable gesture, he is doing the most to make it even. He'll steal things for you even if you don't want him to. He'll get into trouble with anyone if it means pleasing you.

RZ MICHAEL X READER

Like in the previous post, it would take a longggg time for Michael to even want to have interest in you. Especially if there's not really anything "special" about you on the outside. No hate but Michael looks at people from how they really are and what they present themselves as.

If you're presenting yourself as an average nurse with no interest in anyone but your job or something like that (like I said I'm not trying to hate on anyone, Im just trying to look at things from Michael's perspective.) he won't have any initial interest.

But if you present something later on in your small relationship that interests him, he might start making you things if you are his nurse. He'll make you a mask that represents the way he sees your soul. Maybe your favorite colors and little bit of fun stickers.

You soon get the gist that he'd like to spend time with you. So you start checking yourself in with Michael once a day instead of two times In one week. He really enjoys your company and continues to react positively to you giving him therapy.

You try all these new different things with him that really make a breakthrough. The higher ups at Smith's Grove promote you to his psychiatrist. And it gets a slight positive reaction out of him when he realizes he gets to see you all the time.

(If he escapes, he'll look through files and find your current address. He'll then go through any means necessary to find you and just be with you. When he does care about someone, he'll do anything to have time with that person. Even if it means killing people)

You don't react scared when he enters your home dripping in blood and sweat. You'll sit him down for a moment and try to get information out of him. You have him write what he wants to say before you give him an answer as to what you'll do about the situation.

Before he went on a killing spree to find you, you believed he should've been trialed to see if he could be out in the world again. But now that's hes killed over twenty people just to find you—you're not so sure if that's possible anymore.

But for now you tell him to spend the night.

You'll wash and clean him up, get him fresh clothes. You try to get him to sleep. But all he wants to do is be around you.

He talks to you through memo pads, and you start to understand him more than you did before. All he really wanted was for someone to care about him and not treat him the way he was treated as a child. Since you accomplished that with him—all he wanted was you.

You weren't sure whether to call in the morning and tell the police where he was, because you also thought he should be freed.

You decided to go to sleep and have things figured out by tomorrow or the next day. But when you wake up the next morning, you're in a completely different state. He had somehow drugged you and drove you across the country to some abandoned cabin in the woods.

He wrote down that he wanted to get you away from all this mess. He wanted to live with you and please you till you both died.

At this point, you felt every muscle in your body throb. You've had many relationships in the past, but you didn't know being with Michael was ever an option. Maybe it was apart of your darkest fantasies but you never believed it would really happen.

You're still not sure what to do when Michael takes his mask off. He reaches over and touches your shoulder. You shiver when you see his real face. He was angelic.

"Michael" You let out a soft breath.

"You." His voice was hoarse "I need you.."

He reaches in and kisses you, his large hands cupping your face. You feel yourself become wet as his hands roam you. You let him do it all.

He climbs on top of you and his knee presses against your clothed pussy.

"But why?"

"You're nice to me..the only one."

MINIMAL JASON VOORHEES X READER

You met Jason by being dragged along by a group of people who your parents forced you to be friends. It was two nights into your camping trip and with three people already dead, the whole group was accusing you of being the killer. They shoved you out of the cabin while it was still raining, so you had no choice to go out alone.

You chose to go to the lake, the water was your safe place. Jason was watching you from afar, originally believing you'd be his next victim. It was too easy, he thought.

Then he stopped in his tracks when he heard you start talking to yourself. You talked about your family and home issues, your mental health, and just overall thoughts you had about your own life. Jason didn't really understand what you were saying. But something in his head was telling him not to kill you.

It wasn't his mother, it was his own genuine thoughts. He started to become afraid, making him hit one of the trees in psychosis. You turned around to see nothing. Jason ran back into the woods. To his own hiding spot, he sat and dwelled in his thoughts. He didn't kill again.

You stayed outside the rest of the night. Until the morning when you found your group of "friends." Had found a way out of the camp, they had left you behind.

You went back to the main cabin to see if you could find anything useful to help you get out. There was still a killer on the loose so you were very cautious about every noise you heard. You eventually found an old burner phone from the 2000's, in one of the drawers luckily still working. It may have been used by previous victims.

You shuddered at the thought of that. You plugged it into one of the chargers left behind. You waited for it to turn on. Meanwhile Jason stood outside the window watching you. He came to the conclusion he didn't want to kill you, but he wanted you to stay here.

This was one of the first times in his undead life that he wasn't following his mother's orders. He had managed to kill there people this time, but he had let the other four get away. He was angry at himself, wanting to know more about you.

He then had an idea. He slashed one of the breakers to cut off the power.  Which ultimately forced you to leave the cabin and try to go out on one of the main roads. It took you almost half the day, but eventually you made it.

You realized not a lot of cars passed by here anymore due to all the murders and legends od serial killers. It wasn't too hot so luckily for you it wasn't unbearable to walk. But that was where your luck ended. You saw a car coming from down the road, but that was when everything went dark.

The next thing you remember is sitting in a chair in one of the cabins, tied up with your mouth gagged. You knew it would be useless to scream so you didn't even try. You looked around for anything close by that would help you. But then the door opened.

A stench of hot seaweed and rotting flesh filled the room. The killer was standing right in front of you. You just stared at him, but your mind scanned the room to find anything.

Jason pulled something off of his back, and placed it on the table. It was a charred piece of meat. Was that a squirrel? Why was he handing you something to eat.

He then walked over to you, taking the gag off and untied your hands. You shook with fear. He then pointed to the cooked squirrel on the table.

"What..?" You breathed.

He looked at the dead creature again, as if what he was trying to say was obvious.

"I don't understand—"

He then sighed, he pointed to a poster on the wall. Which made you really two things. He had taken you to the cooks cabin, and second he was trying to get you to eat.

"You want me to eat it?" You asked.

You carefully thought over every word you were about to say. You didn't want to do anything that might make him kill you.

He then nodded.

You looked at him one more time in confusion, before you took the piece of meat in your hands. You took a bite and swallowed it. It hurt to chew. When you were done, he stared at you. This whole confrontation was nothing but a staring contest.

Jason obviously wasn't the best at expressing his feelings. So he walked over to the fridge after turning the power back on. He handed you a fresh water bottle. You were so confused.

You took a sip, and then once you were done. He walked away again, but this time he left the cabin. He didn't put your gag or hand ties back on. But you still couldn't get out because your feet were tied. You sat there for a long time.

You were too scared to sleep, and too scared to scream for help. Jason didn't return until the next day. And when he did, you just got even more confused.

For the next few days, Jason continued to give you food and some gifts. He had started to make you small things from the resources in the woods. A tiny acorn bounty tree with a bloody bow on top, a knitted flower, anything he could use to get him attention from you.

You had no idea what this all meant, but you thanked whoever that you were still alive. Until one day when he was coming back from a fresh deer kill, he brought you some cooked meat and a newspaper. He handed it you. You ate as you read.

It read:

8/9/23

THE MANY WAYS SERIAL KILLERS SHOW THEIR LOVE FOR YOU, Written by James Lantsov.

Before you could finish reading, Jason yanked the paper away from you. As if to say that you know what he wanted you to know.

"You..like me?" You shook your head in disbelief "Is that why you won't let me go?"

Out of all the reasons you thought of as to why Jason wouldn't let you leave, you didn't think him having feelings for you was it. Whether they be romantic or platonic. It confused you nonetheless. You took a deep breath to calm down. You remembered a few tricks that psychiatrists used on killers in a movie you had watched.

"Why do you like me?" You asked him, your face started to shake "You..You killed everyone else and you let the other four get away. Why me?"

Jason couldn't speak, and he couldn't write either. So he slowly walked to one of the closets. Which contained board games and books. One of the books was the English dictionary. He slammed it on the table in front of you.

He flipped it open and pointed to each of the words very slowly. You, are, like, me. It spelled out.

Of course. He had seen you getting treated differently, so he automatically assumed that you were a psycho killer. That was probably the worst thing that could ever happen to you.

"Jason, please. I'm not like you." You begged him "Just let me go. If it's a friend or something that you're looking for I can find you one. There's plenty of crazy people out there. Please, just let me go."

But Jason refused, he turned to another page and pointed to some words. Mama, didn't, say anything, means, you, are, special.

You remembered the urban legends about Jason and Pamela talking back and forth to each other about which people to murder that trespassed on their camp ground. It wasn't very helpful, but maybe with that knowledge you could persuade him to let you go.

Jason then could see you weren't understanding. But before anything could happen between the two of you, you both heard commotion's outside.

"You..you better go look." You told him, trying to be optimistic before Jason did anything.

Jason walked away, but what he didn't realize was that he left his machete behind. You grabbed it with your free hands which were now covered in food grime. You used it to cut open your leg binds.

You hadn't walked in two weeks, so it took you a moment to adjust. But you finally ran as fast as you could, in the opposite direction of where Jason was going. You spotted a truck up ahead in the distance by the main road. But nobody was inside, it was just sitting there.

You observed it to try and find anything different about it. On the outside it had all kinds of gears and weapons inside the back, a sticker that said rebel pride, and a sticker of Donald Trump waving. You gagged to yourself, but you had to trust this vehicle for now that it would get you home.

You heard screaming and gunshots from the forest in the opposite direction you had just arrived from. You quickly opened the truck door which was thankfully unlocked. You hopped inside and pressed the keys into the ignition. And you stepped on it.

You would get they hunters help, so you drove all the way to the closest gas station. You ran out of the truck and into the building. You could imagine yourself as a crazy person covered in blood.

"Let me guess, another murder?" The elderly man at the front said.

"Um, yes. Three murders. And maybe two more." You were shaking.

"Been calling in murders for years, but nobody wants to do anything about the place. I'd rather them put a huge building on top of it so whoever's connected to it can just let go." He said, as he dialed in the phone number.

You really didn't have time to hear his story, but a part of you knew that Jason wasn't dead and the police wouldn't get here fast enough. So you headed to the back of the gas station, found a pocket knife for sale in a plastic wrapping. You opened it up and waited inside of the cold room where all the alcohol sat.

You waited ten minutes, in your very smelly clothes. You couldn't wait to get out of here and take a shower, erasing the memories that this ever happened.

The door to the gas station opened, and you sat there prepared with your knife. You heard the sounds of struggle and heard the sounds of wet leather boots on the floor. You saw in a mirror that Jason was coming from the middle aisle.

You quietly opened the cold room door and entered the third aisle on Jason's left. You stalked up from behind him and dug the pocket knife deep into his back. He arched his body upwards in pain, and he grabbed at his back trying to grab the knife.

He turned to look at you. His mouth quivered. As if asking why.

"I can't be with you, Jason." You said backing up against the counter. "You kill people, and I'm just.."

Shots rang out from the back of the store. Seven officers just bursted through the back door. Jason looked at you one last time for help. But you just ran, you ran as far as you could.

RZ MICHAEL MYERS X CHILDHOOD FRIEND

Michael has been your best since you were in diapers, and to be honest you liked him a lot. There were some things about him that you didn't understand. Like his obsession with rats, or why the kids at school only targeted him. Why didn't they target you? You were weird just like him, and you used to think about this all the time.

But that didn't stop you from caring about him. Every time he had an argument with a teacher at school or his stepfather, you always found out even if he didn't tell you right away. You could just tell by the look on his face when he walked onto the bus.

You did everything you could talk him through his troubles, you were his anchor to life. You were something he could hold onto instead of letting go. And he managed to hold onto you for a long time before acting on his thoughts.

You had dressed up as Paul McCartney for Halloween that night, no matter how many times your mother told you no. Michael didn't really like the beatles, so he dresses up as a clown. He didn't have all the equipment for his outfit, so to the other kids it showed his 'poorness'. A few people laughed at him when you two walked out of Michael's house after a bad confrontation with his older sister Judith.

You and Michael tried to be happy, but like usual you could tell something was bothering him. You tried to get to the best houses before the candy ran out and the lights when off, so it was really difficult to talk about anything.

You two collected over three pounds of candy mixed together. You were too tired to do anything so you promised each other to share the candy tomorrow. But before you headed home (which was right across the street) you stared at Michael and smiled, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Before he could ask why you did that, you ran away giggly. But your butterflies didn't last forever that night. You woke up around ten at night to sirens and something screaming. "JUDITH! MY BABY!"

Your parents were sound asleep, but you decided to go outside in your pajamas to see what was going on. You saw Michael in a police car with his head down, but you recognized that long thick lock of blond hair.

"Michael?" You knocked on the window, and he just stared at you. "Michael, what happened, are you okay?"

You didn't know what happened at first, but you tried to talk to him just as you did all those other times when he was upset or got into trouble.

But then a few moments later a cop found you pounding on the door. "Hey, kid. I don't know what you're doing out here but this an ongoing crime scene. You need to go home, where are your parents?"

"But Michael's my friend!" You screamed "Let him out!"

"Listen..Your friend did something very bad tonight, okay? Just go home, and your parents will explain it to you in the morning. That's not my job, my job is to make sure Michael is transferred safely to the facility."

"Facility? What?"

Before anyone could explain, your parents found you and took you all the way home. They didn't explain anything like cops promised they would. All they told you was Michael was going to get help, and that maybe one day he'd grow up and come back. But you stomped your feet and demanded to see him, you couldn't wait that long.

So after a few days, you discovered a group of girls holding a newspaper and laughing. They sat in the middle of the school courtyard. "Oh, he's so dead." "And so ugly too!"

"What are you looking at?" You asked them, a small frown on your face.

"Take a look. It was your friend." The first girl said.

You took the newspaper and found a picture of three covered dead bodies being rolled out of Michael's house. It read: Eleven year old boy, Michael Myers, committed to local insane asylum after being caught with a knife in his hand—and three bodies discovered in his home on Halloween night.

You dropped the newspaper and tears ebbed at your eyes. You watched as the girls laughed at you, and you ran inside the school.

A whole month had passed, and nobody wanted to tell you about Michael. So part of you gave up on ever trying to see him again, but part of you missed him. Until on a random morning in December when you were helping your cousin hang up Christmas lights, your parents had gotten a call from Michael's doctor at the sanitarium.

The doctor said he wanted to experiment and play a few cards. Whatever that meant. Your parents explained to you he was letting you see Michael as some sort of test. You didn't really understand, but you were happy nonetheless. You got your coat and a rat plushie you found in your closet to give to Michael.

A few hours later you arrived at Smith's Grove. A security guard walked you in and checked you as visitors. Before taking you all the way upstairs to a long hallway full of minimal white rooms. It kind of scared you, seeing all the doctoral supplies on a table through the window. Scalpers, a stethoscope, reflex hammers.

The security officer took you into a locked room, which he opened with a small steel key. Inside the room was one rectangular white plastic table, two black metal chairs, a lonely white fan, and many cameras. But the first thing you noticed was the boy in a mask.

You knew it was Michael, just by the way he was sitting. The mask was pure black with a weird shaped nose and eye hole cut out.

"Michael, could you sit up please?" The man beside him said. The man was balding and broad and had a large coat. "There is someone here to see you."

He looked up and fixed his posture, he didn't say anything though.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

"Michael seems to have gone mute. I believe it is because of trauma he may have suffered during his years with his stepfather. But I believe you might be able to help him speak again." The doctor explained "I am Dr. Loomis, and I will try and help Michael in any way I can. But first I'd like you to tell me more about him. Things even your parents might not know."

You didn't really want to tell this strange man everything you knew about Michael. His secrets weren't yours to tell. But you sat down anyway at the table with him. Michael messed around with a paper claw he made. He didn't say anything, but he reached the claw out to you.

You looked at him for a moment with confusion on your face. Before you slowly took your hand and shook the claw. Michael still didn't say anything. You didn't feel like talking to him in front of the adults either, you just wanted to know if he was feeling okay. That's all that mattered.

So you took a deep breath and pretended the adults weren't there.

"I missed you, Michael." You said, trying to smile. Maybe it would help him speak again. You reached inside your kiddie bag and pushed the rat plus across the table. "His name is Elvis."

You tried talking to him through the whole hour of your stay. You told him about the kids at school, about your parents visiting his mom and Angel (his younger sister whom he loved very much.), and about how you were doing. Aside from him being gone and not getting any answers as to why he killed his family, you were doing alright.

But you felt like a huge puzzle piece was missing from your life. And you hoped you'd be able to visit him at least once a month.

But unfortunately since Michael didn't express any emotion towards you during your visit, you never got to see him again. And every day since you thought about him at least once.

You tried to lead a normal life, by moving away from Haddonfield when you were thirteen with your family. You even had a boyfriend / girlfriend for a little while. But you had loved Michael too much to love someone else like that. So it resulted in the two of you breaking up.

You became a loner, and you began to be interested in true crime. Maybe it would help you discover things to help Michael out of his situation. So after your senior year of high school you went on to become one of the first female detectives in your area. You went back to Haddonfield as an adult as well.

But you never tried to see Michael again, because you knew it wouldn't work. But you still tried everything you could to help him and maybe give him another chance at life. It wasn't until Halloween night of 1978 that you completely lost yourself.

Michael showed up at your door, you had no idea how he found you. But you cleaned up and tried telling him everything would be okay if he didn't leave the house. But he disappeared a few hours later.

But before you found him, you saw a little drawing stuck to your wall with a knife. It was stick figures. One of was of you, Michael, and a a little girl. You didn't realize who the little girl was until you remembered Angel.

You knew Angel had been adopted by some realtor family in town. So you quickly grabbed your keys and took off to find the girl. You found her, but it was already too late. He was standing over the teenage girl with a knife.

"Michael!" You yelled for him.

He turned to look at you:

"Please.." You begged him "Don't.."

He then finally spoke the words you'd been secretly wanting to hear.

"I want-" his voice was hoarse "I want us to be together again."

You were on the brink of figuring out what he wanted, when the police showed up and shot Michael. You ran towards him to stop them from shooting, giving Angel the time to fun away. But instead of backing down, the Police shot you instead.

You fell to the ground and Michael dropped his knife. He held you in his arms and brushed his bloody fingers through your hair. "N-no." He tried to say.

SWISS GHOUL DRABBLE

It had been a long day of playing songs at the Orlando Kia Center. The band took some much needed time to hang about and get food and drinks. It was eleven at night, and you were totally about to pass out when Swiss and Aurora walked into the tour bus with food and drinks from Subway.

You opened your eyes, and slowly got up from the couch. You moved as much as your tired body would let you.

"I didn't know what you wanted so I got you a BLT." Aurora smiled at you "And it was kind of hard to go into a restaurant without revealing that we're all ghouls from hell." She laughed a little.

"Thanks, Rory." You say, taking your bag of food and your drink. You sit down at the table and indulge in a conversation with Mountain and Rain about the crowd you guys had at the concert.

"I mean what did you expect for a crowd like that in the state of Florida?" Mountain took a huge gulp of his sandwich, he moved his hands around in the air as he explained all about the crazies in Florida.

You three continued to eat your food until Swiss came over with a white paper bag with no logo on it. You turned to him "What is that?"

"Me and Aurora picked up something else on the way. Something Papa doesn't want us having." He smirked through his mask.

"Oh? And what pray tell is in there?" Rain says.

"Yeah, seems a little sketchy." Mountain eyed the bag.

"YOU might think that. But trust me it's really good." Swiss reached his hand in the bag and he pulled out a purple mechanical stick with some sort of liquid inside.

"Is that a—"

"Yes, (your name) it's a weed pen. Purple palm tree delight in fact." Swiss took a hit off of it first, and the smell of weed smoke filled the room. The smell was so enticing that you knew you wanted to try it.

The other ghouls and Ghoulette's in the back started coughing. Cirrus shook her head "Im eating!"

"Can I try?" You asked. You had never smelled anything so addicting before, you wished you could reach and yank it out of Swiss's hand.

"No way, perfect (your name) wants to smoke?" Rain asked, his eyebrow lifted. You rolled your eyes at him. He wasn't much of a smoker either so you had no idea what he was talking about.

"So?" You crossed your arms.

Swiss passed around the pen to the group at your table. Everyone quickly left after getting a strong high, they coughed and coughed into pillows. Sunshine even threw up in one of the trash cans.

Finally it was your turn, and you took the longest hit of a lifetime. Your (E/C) eyes turned a smoky red. Your hands shook as you still held the pen in your hand.

"(Your nickname), you okay? You look pretty..um wiped out over there." Swiss reached over and took the pen from you "Have you ever smoked before?"

You looked around the room and found that the walls seemed to be moving, the colors around the tour bus were brighter than they had ever been. You looked to see Sunshine lying on the floor with bits of puke and sandwich in her auburn hair.

It took you a moment to reply, you wanted to bask in this feeling.

"Obviously not, otherwise i wouldn't be perfect (your name) would I?" You said, your voice laced with anger.

"Rain..he didn't really mean that." Swiss said, his face was starting to distort "It's just—"

"The name everyone has for me, right?" You continued. You played with your upside down cross necklace. "I know."

"Well, we all just wonder what you did to end up as a ghoul." Swiss admitted "You just seem too..too holy for ending up here in the clergy."

You looked out the window as trees moved past in the dark. It reminded you of the very story Swiss was insinuating that you tell.

"(Your name)?" Swiss blinked. Why weren't you talking?

"I used to be the (wife / husband) of a terrible person." You sighed, beginning to tell the story "They hit me, talked shit to me, I don't even know why I stayed. I just hoped they'd get better."

"And..?" Swiss's voice got quiet.

"One day, I came home from work. There was blood all over the floor. A naked woman was there. They had..assaulted her. They claimed to not have a reason why. But they were still angry." You continued "They tried to come after me. I just wouldn't allow it. So I killed them with a knife to the throat."

The whole tour bus went quiet. They all stared at you. Too high out of their minds to truly have a thought on what you just said.

"So how'd you end up in hell? You did the right thing." Swiss asked, he looked into your red eyes and reached out a hand across the table.

"God didn't want me.." You admitted.

It was quiet for a while, until Swiss tapped you on your palm. "Is it weird if I say I want you? I mean it's probably the wrong time to say this—"

"Swiss" You sighed "It's okay.."

"It is?"

"Because I want you too."

Before he could say anything else, the tour bus rumbled on a rocky road. A loud scream came from the back of the bus where Papa IV slept. "Dammit! Stupid bus." His thick accent floated through the halls. "Wait..what's that smell?"

Love letters (Terzo Emeritus)

You always somehow got small letters from somebody, a "secret admirer" as some may say. But honestly, to you personally it was pretty cute. They always said really nice things about you, but now, who could it be? They always signed it with an E, it could be one of the emeritus brothers but there's multiple. Definetly not secundo, or primo, Nihil could be your grandpa, and Copia is practically a teenager who finally got an ID compared to you. So who's left? The most obvious choice, Terzo.

You weren't sure how to go on with this. You were good friends with Terzo, and you secretly did want to be more. It just took you as a surprise after all these years of you trying to get him to notice you, sometimes ignoring you for other fan girls at concerts. It didn't bother you much though.

You knew what the word friends meant, and you didn't want to seem like the rude jealous friend. You didn't want to ruin things for Terzo. But now once you were slightly over trying to follow him like a lost puppy, he wanted you. Why now? You knew you had to confront him about it sooner or later, not necessarily being rude about it. Just being confused. But to be honest, you weren't confused about his feelings for you.

Today was the day of another concert for the band, and you already told Terzo that you probably weren't going to make it to this one. But now you needed to go. So you decided to surprise him. You made sure the security guards let you in without saying anything to anyone. You made sure not to be seen by the bands members, saving yourself for the lead singer.

It took a lot longer than usual for the concert to end, you even found yourself swaying to the beat a little. You soon realized what you were here for. So you were walking to the backstage now where you knew Terzo always was after shows. You were right, there he was with a writing utensil in his hand. Mumbling to himself about love letters.

You decided to make a quick and easy entrance "Who are you writing to?".

He jumped, clearly surprised by your appearance "Y/n? What are you doing here?".

"I came to see you, is that okay?" You laughed, trying not to be as awkward as your thoughts were.

"Of course, and I am writing to a sick fan" Terzo explained, hiding the letter in his desk "It's been a bother to me. I care very much for our young fans".

You nodded "I know you do. We all do, but I did have something to talk to you about. Do you have time?".

Your heart was weirdly pounding, but your words were smooth and easy. You felt like you weren't even speaking for yourself.

Terzo lightly smiled "I do. What do you want to talk about?"

You took a deep breath "The letters. I've been getting some small love letters. Someone called my secret admirer. I was gonna ask if you knew what I should do?".

"Love letters, you say?" Terzo inquired.

You looked up at him, your posture and form seemingly like a child who had just woken out of bed and told their parents they had thrown up. "I just..don't know what to say to them. I think I know who it is, but I'm just..y'know."

Terzo's expression was painfully trying to keep himself from giving it away. He had been the one sending the letters, but did you know that? You said you did. But he didn't want any risks to be taken. He wanted you to be a hundred percent sure of it.

"Hmm, how do you feel about this person? If you're sure who it is." Terzo continued.

"To be honest, I love them. I love them more than anything else. I'm just not sure if they really want me like I want them. They're always so busy with their work and they never have time for me anymore. So for this to come out of the blue—it doesn't seem very real." You tried to be as honest as you could. "I just wish they actually told me how they felt instead of sending letters. I know they're better than that."

Terzo got closer to your face, and he gently pulled your chin upward to his. At first you had trouble looking him in his green and white eyes. But you pulled yourself together as you started to realize what he was doing. Or wanted to do.

"(Your name), I think you should confront them, and let them tell you the truth. Why they sent the letters.." Terzo clicked his teeth softly, he inspected your face.

"Then do it..tell me why." You whispered.

Terzo leaned away from your face "I know what the word friend means, but ever since I had met you in my years before becoming Papa—you have showed me that maybe friends could always be something more. Sometimes when I sleep i dream of you, so much that without seeing your face every day I cannot breathe. It's is very hard without—"

You didn't wait for him to finish. You wanted him now. This was all you needed to hear, you leaned in and kissed him. He kissed you back immediately after.

"I love you, mio caro." He whispered, his gloved fingers all over your top half.

NOTE: I just got home from my grandparents house to write this. It seems like a really cute idea! (Also I took some inspiration from a fear I have to write this as well. And it might be a little bad. I’m still practicing oneshot writing. I’m more used to writing OC stuff on the Wattpad.) enjoy!

It was around midnight in Liverpool, you and your boyfriend Paul were sleeping soundly in your bed together. When all of a sudden storm started to brew.

You didn’t react at first, but you had always been afraid of storms. So when the first thunder boom hit—you jolted awake in Paul’s arms. Paul was still sleeping at this moment, he was a very heavy sleeper and didn’t hear much during these hours.

But you were different—you needed some air. You couldn’t stay here while it stormed like this. You’ve been terrified of them ever since you were a little kid. So you carefully pulled yourself away from Paul, and you walked into the kitchen to get some caffeine in your system.

Caffeine always helped you stay awake when times like these happened. You grabbed a cup and poured you some coffee. You sat there for a few minutes, sipping on the sweet but bitter drink.

You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn’t hear your boyfriend’s footsteps walking towards you. He put his arms around your lower abdomen and hugged you.

“You okay, love?” Paul asks you. “What are ya doing awake?”

You sighed, placing the cup of coffee on the counter “I couldn’t sleep. Storms.”

“Ah, okay.” Paul says, he starts to rub his hands up and down on your back “I think you should come back to bed, though. I’m worried about ya.”

You smiled, it made you feel a little better that he cared so much. No one in your past had cared so deeply for you.

You walked back to bed with him, the storm continuing on. You lay down with him and you two hold each other. He talks with you to help you sleep.

“You’re so beautiful, lovely.” He says as you run your fingers through his hair.

You smile at him. And he continued to talk to you. “You never told me—why are you scared of storms?”

You tensed up for a moment “I got caught in one when I was a kid. I’ve never felt the same about them since.”

He looked you in the eyes, he holds your hand—rubbing the calluses along your palms.

“Mm.” He mumbled “I promise ya you’ll never be caught In a storm again. Okay?”

You felt your mind twisting in fear again. You hated when people made promises they couldn’t keep.

You nodded solemnly “How can you promise something like that, Paul? It’s nature. There’s not much you can do—“

“(Nickname insert here. I’m not putting Y/n), I could really care less if it’s nature or not. And as cheesy as this sounds, I’d do anything to keep you safe. I love you.” Paul explained, he moved over and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.