#fun killer

howdy! apologies for the super late response (i’m so bad at keeping up with things in a timely manner)

thank you for the ask and i hope these are of somewhat decent quality!! hope its okay if i make the reader gender neutral!!

p.s i took ALOT of creative liberty with the fish design and things

HeadCanons for The Shape (Michael Myers) with a fish-monster Killer! S/O

Michael would find you very, very interesting. He’d catch glimpses of you strolling through the woods in between trials (assuming you don’t have like a fishtail or something). The ground you walked over would be soaked and glimmer under the fleeting moonlight with the trail of water you’d leave. Michael would tilt his head at the peculiar sight. You were constantly pissing yourself? What kind of person was always wet? In the dark cover of the tall trees, Michael unfortunately never caught your face and thus never saw your other marine features so for a while all he knew about you was your strange remnants. For some reason, he fixated on it, standing over your footsteps and eyeing them, motionless for hours. What were you?

Michael’s only interaction with anything remotely non-human was with the Demogorgon and after his first and only encounter with that beast, when Demo lunged at him and tried to swallow his knife (arm still attached) whole, Michael makes sure to steer well away from anything weird. That is why he is hesitant to pursue you on your nightly journeys. It’s not that he’s scared, God no. He’s the boogeyman after all. It’s just... people are easy to predict, easy to scare, and even easier to kill. You were a complete oddity to him, an uncalculated factor. But his wariness also fuelled his growing desire to seek you out. So one night, right on time, Michael heard the tell-tale slump of wet feet on dirt floor he quickly set off into the woods to meet you. He didn’t intend to confront you directly, more like just make his presence known to you. He is a more hands-off kinda guy. When he was a decent distance away he stopped and watched your labored walking. While he was busy stalking you, taking in your hunched position and slow walk-pattern, Michael didn’t notice how you seemed to halt in your advance. With keen killer eyes, you scanned the forest and found the man, his white mask blazing under the moon, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the darkness.

If he could, Michael would have gasped at the sight of your face. You had turned to look at him and brought your face into the light, exposing your scales and gills to him. A normal person would have flinched or even ran away in fear but Michael is anything but normal so he remained unwavering. You tilted your head at his strange behavior and Michael mimicked. Your eyes darted all over the man and finally landed on his large knife. He noticed your stare and flexed threateningly. Would you run? Do you fear him like the others? Unsurprisingly you were unfazed by his warnings. How strange the two of you were, standing there trying your best to scare the other and neither yielding. After what seemed like hours the two of you simultaneously agreed that this intimation battle had been going on for far too long. With one final nod, you left Michael.

After that first encounter, Michael would regularly go to meet you in the woods. And with every interaction, he would invite you closer and closer to his isolated realm. Under proper light, Michael could inspect you much better. Dazzled by the flashing police lights your scales gleamed and your moist skin carried a soft glow. You were certainly strange, that was for sure. One night you saw a couch inside one of the houses and motioned for Michael to follow, watching him for any sign that he might not want you to enter and dirty everything with your moisture. He didn’t seem to care. You slumped over onto the soft seat and sighed; it was always nice to get off your feet. Michael tilted his head. You patted the seat next to you and after a moment he stepped forward and took his place next to you. He noticed you smelled salty, so ripe and potent that is stung his nose. A unique smell, special to only you. He didn’t hate it, he wasn’t going to push you away because you smelled off. So maybe, if he didn’t outright hate it, you could say that he... liked it. Maybe.

It would take a lot of convincing to get Michael to follow you to your realm but after enough enticing, he’d buckle and give in. It was getting boring at his place anyway. Your realm housed a large body of water (be it a pool, pond, or lake), and eagerly you jumped into it. Splashing around you giggle with glee, content to finally be in your preferred element. Michael would watch from the shore, safe and dry. You’d call for him to join you, waving and smiling at him. You looked happy he noticed. Did water make you happy? Would water make him happy? Michael pondered for a second before walking into the water. “Michael no!” You’d be by his side in an instant, grabbing his jumpsuit pants and pulling him out. “At least take your clothes off first!” You paused, suddenly aware of what exactly you said. You could feel your face grow hot with embarrassment. “On second thought,” you let go of him, sinking into the murky water, “Keep them on.”

It’s all fun and laughs in Kiba's stream, then she puts on a horrible animated movie and it just kills the entire mood. . . then the screen goes black . . .