#poly slashers

Michael Myers (Halloween)

You are all snuggled up on the couch in your house in Haddonfield Illinois when you find out about this new ‘Purge’ law. The American government had announced a yearly "law-free" period of time in order to help with the country's dwindling economy and its skyrocketing population. The purge meant any crime including murder would be temporarily legal for 1 day each year.

The Purge would commence in a week from now, and knowing this made your heart stutter with terror. You were considered poor and had no experience in self-defense whatsoever, so you would be easy pickings. Well, almost…

‘The Purge’ was the most terrifying and unbelievable news you've ever heard about in your life, and you couldn't even believe it at first. But after seeing constant posts about it online and, of course, the sight of all your neighbours preparing their homes like a war was coming - you had to start believing.

You don't have to tell Michael about it. He somehow already knows. He also knew that you were scared. Because of this, he swiftly was already on the move - it’s just in his nature to start preparing days before massacre.

He sharpens the kitchen knives, checks the locks, seals all the windows, and stalks around the house more than usual. You even catch him staring out the window of the living room longer than normal, fixated on the neighbourhood.

Unlike others who buy out supplies out of panic, buy out weapons and ammunition, or build barricades, Michael doesn't care much about security systems. He is the threat.

Even if you couldn't see his face behind his mask, you could see how tense he was - itching already to kill, maim, and defend.

Once ‘The Purge’ begins, Michael has made it clear - to you, at least - that the property the house stands on is his territory. You're his territory. For the first few hours, he stands guard. Anyone who even looks like they're coming close to the Myers house doesn't get to walk away.

They don't even have a chance to scream before the Boogeyman of Haddonfield catches up to them. He makes sure they die quickly, though, because Michael doesn't want to leave you alone for too long.

You probably will never know just how many people he's killed in just a few hours; he doesn't talk much, so he isn't likely to brag either. He just silently ensures no one touches you.

When people begin to grow scarce, though, Michael is still itching for more bloodshed. So, finally deciding on what to do, he wordlessly throws you over his shoulder and takes you upstairs into the bedroom, and sits you on the bed. You quickly understand what he wants and that he doesn't want you to move while he's gone.

Naturally, you are terrified of Purge night and would argue about him leaving you alone, but Michael is this unsettling paradox of comfort and horror. You trust him, and you understand that you're safe because he's out there in the neighbourhood doing unspeakable things like he does every Halloween, even to the innocent. They were a risk, too, and Michael left no room for chances.

While he is gone to kill, he isn't gone for very long. Only half-an-hour at a time, tops. He doesn't lock you in either, but his body language makes it very clear he wants you inside. You wandering around unprotected would just distract him from his hunting.

Ironically, even though you're dating one of the most notorious serial killers in the world, you are squeamish. You can handle Michael coming home covered in blood, but gore and dead bodies disturb you. Michael makes sure to keep you away from it all.

Every time he comes back from his short hunts, Michael would be more relaxed, bloodied up, and he would sit for a few minutes in the same room as you before going back out again.

After the chaos, and the sirens ring out to signify the end of the Purge, Michael hovers around you like a silent bodyguard - even going to the lengths of watching you fall asleep now that you aren't too scared to. He's oddly calmer later in the evening now that the risks have significantly lowered.

Your neighbours - if you even had any left - know not to come near your house after that first Purge. Word spread quickly: Michael Myers had come home. That made you untouchable - but also terrifying in normal society.

People whisper about whether you encourage him to participate or if you're just his pet. Truth is, it's kind of complicated. Your entire existence, your heart, was encouragement enough for Michael to go in full kill mode in order to keep it beating.

When you emerged back out into the street a few hours after your much needed nap, the world was completely wrecked. The town was lined with bodies. Some buildings were on fire or completely turned to rubble. But your house was eerily untouched.

Michael doesn't seem too bothered by it all. Not that you expected him to. You don't even need to ask how he feels after such a long and violent night. He was in his element. If anything, you assumed it was some weird form of meditation for him, really.

But later, when you're making the two of you some dinner and humming to the music on the radio, Michael is watching you a little longer than usual. It was his way of reminding you that you were the only one left standing untouched because you were his.

Poly! Bo Sinclair and Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax)

When the news reached the abandoned town ‘Ambrose’, Bo was thrilled. It was basically government-sanctioned fun just for him. He doesn't have to hide who he was for the next 12 hours, and he doesn't have to be careful when luring victims. He could go full, batshit sadistic without fear of consequences.

Vincent was quieter about it. He didn't show his emotions as easily as his older twin, but he eagerly went to prepare his workshop. He sharpened his blades, arranged his tools, and ensured that his supply of wax was ready.

As their girl, you were caught right in the middle of their excitement. It endearingly reminded you of two kids eagerly awaiting Christmas.

Even Lester, who was often aloof - only frequenting the outskirts of town - seemed excited. He didn't usually join his older brothers in killing, but he sure did enjoy luring people into town and then watching them become wax sculptures within days.

Normally, the Sinclairs had to hide what Ambrose was. But that night? It was open season. Stragglers driving through won't even get the “friendly small-town” treatment - they’re just instant targets.

When the sirens rang and the Purge finally began, neither Bo nor Vincent would let you wander too far from them. They locked all the doors to their home, and Vincent even got their pitbull, Jonesy, to stay by you as backup. You're their woman, and anyone who even looked at you tonight would become instant prey.

During the early hours of the Purge, Bo's possessive streak showed. He'd find any excuse to wrap an arm around you or touch your thighs and waist. Vincent didn't touch you as much, but he liked to hover. They were practically shaking with excitement.

Vincent doesn't vocalise it, but his actions are clear. When Lester finally lured some hooting and hollering crazies chasing his truck into town, Vincent positioned himself between you and the danger down the road. Even if no one had spotted the house up on the hill yet.

Bo was confident you'd be fine, though, as long as you were with them, and he even took the chance to invite you to join in on the chaos.

“C’mon, baby, don’t you wanna have a little fun?”

He loved the idea of you taking part for once, even if it was just watching while he strung someone up.

When you refused to actually kill anyone, he pouted but didn't force you - he just decided that he would tease you endlessly about being ‘too soft’ after all this was done. Besides, at least you stayed to watch the show.

Vincent was subtler about involving you. After Bo had his fun, Vincent brought you to his workshop beneath the house and let you watch as he turned Bo's victims into wax art. You still couldn't bring yourself to help, but you enjoyed watching him in his element.

After prepping the victims in wax for later, the three of you stepped back out into the open. Bo baited any stragglers in by pretending to be a desperate civilian looking for safety. Lester would go out in his truck to lure more purge-goers towards the town. Vincent handled ambushes and dragged the bodies back to the workshop. You would “stand there and look pretty”, as Bo liked to say.

But you did serve a purpose, even if it was small, it was still enough for them.

Bo constantly checked if you were impressed with him. He thrived on your attention and approval, showing off every kill like a cat dropping prey at your feet.

Vincent, meanwhile, never sought validation. But when you praised his work and showed an interest, there was a flicker of warmth in him. He needs less than Bo, but it means more.

You may have had to balance their egos a bit. Bo got jealous if you spent too much of Purge Night with Vincent in the workshop, and Vincent would grow distant if you let Bo drag you into his wild games without acknowledging him after a while.

The whole ghost town became an apex hunting ground with you as the heart of it, protected at all costs.

When morning came and the Purge was over, Bo was on a high. He was messy and bloodstained, and he grinned like he had the best night of his life. He'd draped himself all over you on the couch, bragging about “how damn good we had it.”.

Vincent was calmer after the sirens rang. He was already cleaning tools, setting the wax, and cataloguing the night’s work. Later, he would be retreating back down to his workshop to work on his new sculptures.

For you, you were just thankful your boys made it out unhurt.

Even Lester, who had for once come home to pass out in his barely used bedroom, Jonesy yawning behind him. Being chased and having his car shot at all night would do that to a person.

For the next few hours, the Sinclair house would be a sanctuary of sleep.

You would lay in bed with Bo and Vincent after a long night of chaos, just thankful you were with the predators during the Purge and not the prey they hunted.

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

When you told Patrick the news about the upcoming Purge, he treated the whole thing like it was a Wall Street gala. He planned the evening similarly to how he does his daily skincare routine.

He had been working out obsessively for weeks since you told him, treating the Purge as another competition he needs to win.

He bought new suits, laid out the “perfect outfit” for you, and lectured you about “the best aesthetic” for the night. He loved you deeply, but a toxic part of him also saw you as a bonus accessory; his proof of status. You had to look the part.

Patrick stocked the apartment with expensive champagne, classical music vinyls, and an arsenal of weapons that looked suspiciously illegal for someone working at a bank to own.

When you asked him how he felt about the Purge, he told you the truth. Patrick saw it as a chance at validation. The government was basically saying that he was right all along. Violence was in style, and everyone else was finally catching up. It wasn't about survival to him, or politics. It was about his performance of violence. He wanted to kill beautifully, and with taste. He wanted to be remembered.

And you, as his partner, were the witness to his brilliance.

You were never entirely sure how to feel about Patrick's enormous ego. Sometimes it annoyed you, but you also appreciated a man who valued himself. When he got too arrogant with you, however, you weren't afraid to put him in his place. In the meantime though, you didn't mind acting as his doll for him to dress up.

When the Purge began, Patrick was hyper-protective. Not just out of love, but out of his toxic view of ownership. Nobody is allowed to touch you. Nobody was even allowed to look at you without risk of being gutted. You were his light, his muse, and the only one to be near him while he was in his element.

Patrick insisted that you looked immaculate. Your hair was perfectly styled and your outfit was flawless and of high quality.

A part of you didn't really see the point of dressing up when the both of you were just staying inside, but you indulged in his need for you to “compliment the aesthetic” while he's covered in the blood of his coworkers. Yep. The same ones he invited to “hide out” during the Purge.

Patrick wanted you to participate. At minimum, he at least got you to sit on his pristine white sofa while he killed them in front of you like it was a live show. He was a peacock after all. He needed to spread his feathers for you in the only way he knew how.

When it got late and you grew tired, you tried to convince him to let you get into some comfortable pajamas and go to bed, but he got controlling and condescending.

“Don't ruin this for me, love. Don't ruin this for us."

You just decide to let him have his fun and drink some hard caffeine.

At some point during the night, he insisted that the both of you went out and explored the apartment building. He even put a weapon in your hand, urging you to just try it for once. For him, you knew it was foreplay - if you joined him in killing, you became his equal.

You just shrugged to yourself. Whatever.

He picked the next victims based on shallow criteria really. Bad fashion, poor hygiene, “ugly” business cards, and even past strangers who embarrassed him socially. For instance, this one neighbour accidentally bumped into Patrick once and made him drop his keys.

The murders were staged like art. You helped lay the tarps out while Patrick concerned himself with the music on his transportable speaker. He kept switching between Huey Lewis, Phil Collins and Whitney Houston. Meanwhile, the victims were tied up, begging through their gags to be let go.

By the time Patrick was finally satiated, you finally could embrace the exhaustion and slight terror. You knew you were completely safe with him, but sometimes only in the way a diamond was safe in a guarded, displayed case.

Though, he did seem to calm down a lot when they got back into their apartment.

When the Purge ended, Patrick slipped the both of you into the shower to wash away all the blood and makeup. The feeling of him and the steamy shower made you even more tired, though, and your body ached for the bed.

Patrick didn't argue this time. He just got you both in expensive satin pajamas and under the silk sheets before he curled around you like a cat.

He must have had the time of his life because he forgot his nightly facial.

The next day, you found that Patrick already was back into his polished routine. He must have had made up for his forgotten cleansing mask since his skin gleamed in the light of the morning sun. You also caught him ironing his suits and doing his morning workout on the treadmill.

It was like nothing had happened.

He treated you to an expensive brunch later, going on about your “power couple” aesthetic, like the night before was another one of his business deals. But you knew what you did for him meant more than he could bring himself to voice out loud.

You knew he truly cared about you in his own way. You weren't just another commodity he was obsessed with preserving. Sometimes it was hard, but you had the patience of a saint.

On Purge Night, there was no safer - or scarier - place to be for you than Patrick's side.

Art the Clown (Terrifier)

Before the Purge began, Art buzzed with anticipation. You had felt it in how he wouldn't stop twitching, mimed his giggles with a shake of his shoulders, and “packed” for the night (which was less filled with his weapons and more with his props, saws, and other random, horrifying tools).

You were a normal person, so you were panicking like one.

You boarded up your windows, and tried to prepare. Meanwhile, Art just… painted his face with corn syrup, polished his horn, and did little pantomimes to make fun of your nerves. Yeah, he wasn't very comforting during this crisis.

He pointed at you often throughout the afternoon with that big grin on his face, and mimed a heart with his hands, as if to say: ‘Don’t worry, you’re safe. You’re mine, silly.’

He was protective though, despite it all. In his own way.

Art wouldn't let anyone hurt you, not ever. You were completely off-limits. He brutally dispatched anyone who'd even glanced at you for too long. So when the Purge commenced? Yes, he was very excited for all the incoming carnage, but he was also keeping a special eye on you.

To be honest, you were a bit worried about Art during the Purge, too. Because, the real disturbing truth of it? He didn’t just kill - he often put on a show, and he liked to make sure you would see it. He wanted you to know just how far he’ll go to protect you. The Purge was a chance to prove that further.

You never quite knew if you were ever comforted or horrified by this kind of undying devotion.

When the Purge officially commenced and the sirens sounded, Art wanted you to come along with him. He tugged at your wrist with his gloved hand and pointed to your locked front door. Then, when you still said no, he did an overexaggerated pleading puppy routine, hoping you would finally give in.

You still, adamantly, said “No!”

He pouted dramatically, but he still accepted your answer. He exited the house, slouching exaggeratedly, and left you locked safely inside until he returned a few hours later drenched in blood and expecting your applause. Though, he had made it abundantly clear that he wished you were with him as he dismembered and maimed some unsuspected people.

You saw on the live TV that everyone else on Purge Night was brutal. It really brought out the worst in people.

You even saw Art on the TV. When he saw this, he bore a cartoonish, round-mouthed shocked expression. Then he pointed at himself and then your TV like he couldn't believe it. He clearly had no idea he was being watched.

Watching him kill others on screen just showed how theatrical he was about it, too. He didn't just kill. Art staged little plays and slapstick routines out of every murder. You already knew this, but now you could finally see it for yourself.

It had always been known to you that Art chose his victims at complete random. Killing was purely entertainment for him, nothing of a personal value. With you watching him kill on the TV - for him it was like watching the best audience reaction; you were his favourite, after all.

His silence while the TV played only made you feel worse. You never knew what he was planning until it was too late.

Then he turned to you with that mime-like bow, waiting for your applause and approval.

You simply gave him a kiss on his pale forehead despite your shaky demeanour. You felt like a mouse snuggling up to a tiger. That instinctual prey-like fear was always in the back of your mind.

Everyone knew about the Miles County Killer after that.

Every year during The Purge you felt untouchable - nobody in their right mind would go near you when you had Art around. His reputation grew. And when he had slaughtered a group of maniacs for trying to break in your house by the third Purge Night, word spread quickly: “Don’t go near the clown, and definitely don’t go near the girl with him.”

But you also kind of felt trapped. Art adored you, but sometimes it felt like in a way a child loved a doll. You were something to play with, to dress up, and to keep safe.

Art constantly looked to you for a reaction. If you laughed, he was ecstatic. If you cried, he tilted his head and looked unsure whether to comfort you or scare you even more.

Every time dawn came and the sirens rang to signal the end of each yearly Purge, Art acted like nothing happened. He dragged home a bag of “souvenirs” from his kills, then he would plop down beside you before he is curled up in your lap like a cat.

Of course, it is then he wanted affection. Head pats and cuddling. Your attention was the best kind.

Then you are left with the chilling realization that Purge Night was his favourite holiday. You're not sure if that made you the luckiest or the unluckiest girl alive.

Pennywise the Dancing Clown (IT)

You're terrified and rightfully so.

Normal humans have to prepare with new locks, weapons and smart escape routes. But Pennywise had been entirely unbothered when news somehow managed to reach him. The Purge is almost laughable to him. Humans tearing each other apart for one night? Child's Play.

Pennywise teased you constantly about your preparations. He shifted into mock-people from commercials about “Purge safety” or giggled in his clown form while jingling the locks you'd just bolted.

When you asked if you’ll be safe, he grinned sharp and wide: “With meee? Ohhh yesss… They’ll never touch you. Unless I let them.”

A group of purgers had inevitably come for you—chainsaws, masks, guns, the works. They thought you were one of the weak and targeted you.

Wrong move.

The second they laid their hands on you (or even tried), the lights in your house flickered, the ground shook, and Pennywise's laugh echoed from everywhere.

Pennywise didn't just kill them - he played with them like puppets. He let them chase you a few feet before he stretched the hallway endlessly. He even turned one of them into a balloon that popped blood all over their friends.

He encouraged you to laugh with him at the sight of the dying humans who tried to hurt you: “See, my sweet cake? They thought you were dead meat! But they never expected me.”

When you started crying, he didn't comfort you in a human way. He mocked you at first, then had grown eerily still, and pressed his nose to yours: “Shhhh… They can’t touch you. I’ll eat every last one before they do.”

You were shaken and scared, but untouched. He made absolutely sure of that. In Pennywise's mind, you were his, and he felt that if anyone else tried to take you away from him, then it was like stealing food from an apex predators den.

When the Purge ended, Pennywise sulked for a few days. He found it boring that the humans stopped their game after just one night: “One day of funnn? Tchhh… I could play forever.”

He'll just have to wait for next year.

Word had spread quickly in the state of Maine. You were the girl who killed any big shot freak who even tried to lay their hands on you. For some Purge participants, that made you a trophy. They thought if they killed you, they'd become the new best Purge-goer.

Nobody ever realised it was actually Pennywise. No one had ever lived to tell the tale. You personally stayed out of all this Purge business the best you could.

Pennywise was very affectionate. By his standards.

He always loomed near you. Sometimes even draping himself around you. He wrapped you up in his spidery limbs like a shield, and you found that you were thankful for his warmth and protection.

To outsiders, nobody knew about the clown. They either saw you as a tough son of a bitch or assumed you made some deal with the devil. It took balls for someone to come near you after a couple more Purge's.

(Y/n) had always loved Halloween. So, whenever that time of year rolled around, she was doing anything and everything to celebrate. From bobbing for apples to pumpkin carving, (Y/n) and the slashers were doing it. It was Stu and Billy that had convinced everyone to go to a corn maze. Once they arrived, everyone paired up with at least one other person. Since Michael had been paired up with (Y/n) last time, Patrick insisted that he go with her instead. After being met with silence, it was agreed that Patrick would tag along with (Y/n) while the others would pair up, excited to go through the corn maze. 

Patrick offered her his flask, wanting her to wind down as they walked through the maze. (Y/n) was a bit hesitant at first, but she soon let herself relax, taking a swig from the flask before she felt herself decompress, her face heating up slightly as she continued through the maze with him.

The rest of the slashers seemed to be enjoying themselves, and eventually they all made it out of the maze. They waited for Patrick and (Y/n), wondering if they had gotten lost when they spotted Patrick, who seemed to be talking to no one.

“Hey, where’s (Y/n)?” Brahms asked, making Patrick pause in his conversation as he looked down, only now realizing that (Y/n) was not walking with him. He seemed to look around slightly, checking his pocket to also notice that he didn’t have his flask on him.

“I seem to have made a mistake.” Patrick stated plainly, putting his hands up when Billy started making his way towards him.

“What do you mean you made a mistake? (Y/n)’s our darling, and you’re telling me you lost her?” Billy asked, balling his hands into fists as he glared at him, Stu and Thomas had to hold him back, not wanting things to get too out of hand. 

“We don’t have time to argue, we need to go back in and find her. Michael, Billy, and Brahms, come with me. The rest of you, wait here in case she finds her way out before we get to her.” Bo stated, making Patrick let out a slight huff, waiting at the exit of the corn maze with the others while Bo and his group made his way back through the maze.

(Y/n) had managed to get herself more lost, somehow breaking away from Patrick and wandering off on her own. She became too tired to continue stumbling through the maze, sitting down and continuing to take a few drinks. The flask soon became empty, causing her to lightly toss it away, feeling disoriented as she looked around. She heard someone calling for her, causing her to crawl towards the noise. 

Bo was searching through the maze, making sure to watch the ground when he finally found (Y/n). He rushed over to her, helping her sit down as she let out a groan, holding onto Bo tightly.

“Woah, I have a boyfriend.” (Y/n) whined, hitting at his chest slightly as he let out a slight chuckle, realizing that she was too drunk to recognize him.

“It’s alright baby, I’m here to take you back to everyone else.” Bo stated, eventually managing to scoop her into his arms as he smiled, holding her close as she continued to mumble. He called for the others, watching as they followed him out of the maze. Patrick turned to Bo, looking down at (Y/n) before he nodded to him slightly, silently thanking him for finding her.

“Hold on..are all of you my boyfriends?” (Y/n) asked, looking around as they nodded, a few of them smiling amusingly. This seemed to satisfy her, making her laugh as Bo shook his head slightly, glad to see that their darling was alright. 

The group of them headed back home, Vincent making sure that (Y/n) drank plenty of water while Stu focused on cheering up Billy. He seemed to still be worried about (Y/n), looking over at her every now and then before he let himself relax. Although they got a bit more action than they were looking for, they were glad that their darling seemed to enjoy herself. 

~fin~

Slasher Headcanon's/Oneshot's

SLASHERS and their female S/O during "The Purge"

SLASHERS and their female S/O with the "Venom Symbiote"

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Masterlist Crossover Stories (Poly)

TWELVE WINTERS (Multiple Slashers)

Some try to run from their past. Others attempt to chain it up. Alba never knew hers. Not truly. All she knew was that she never fit in - not at school, not at work, and not even in her own skin. Life was cold, and family was only colder. But soon, Alba's body begins to change. It craves blood. Her mind fractures. Hunger lives in her very bones. Surrounded by town murders and hunted down by a cult that claims her as their chosen, Alba does everything she can to survive it all.

(Billy and Stu, Hannibal Lecter, Patrick Bateman, Tate Langdon, Thomas Hewitt, Bo and Vincent Sinclair, Remmick, Tom Hanniger, Will Graham, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Pennywise, and Art the Clown)

FOUND HERE!

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SANITARIUM (Multiple Slashers)

Jericho grew up on a farm. There, she both thrived and wilted. Then, with one maniacal push, blood soaked into the very soil she was nurtured upon, and Jericho suddenly found herself surrounded by Smith's pasty, white walls, and it's numerous criminally insane. It was only a matter of time, though, for she lived on in the shadows of the world's discontent.

(Michael Myers, Bo and VIncent Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Pearl, Brahm's Heelshire, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Patrick Bateman, Jennifer Check, and Needy Lesnicki)

COMING SOON!

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Masterlist Stories (Poly)

THE BOARDWALK (The Lost Boys)

When Rose Emmerson is dragged all the way to Santa Carla with her family for a "fresh start" after a bad divorce, she expects boredom, struggle, and maybe some city weirdos - not danger, not darkness, and definitely not desire. But the night has teeth here. Drawn to the orbit of four dangerous boys - David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko - Rose quickly learns that Santa Carla's legends aren't just stories. These men rule the boardwalk after dark, and they've taken an unsettling interest in her. She should stay away. She knows that. But as her brother, Michael, spirals into similar circumstances, Rose must choose: resist the pull or give into the darkness.

(David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko)

COMING SOON!

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THE DARK TRIAD (Hannibal TV)

Eden Bloom is young, awkward, incredibly smart, and often dismissed. She is orphaned, lives with her aunt, Alana Bloom, works at a gas station, and has an affinity for insects that borders on unnerving. She isn't meant to be involved in FBI murder investigations until Jack Crawford notices her brilliance and recruits her as a consultant. Most continue to underestimate her. Will Graham doesn't, though. He sees the way her mind mirrors his own. Hannibal Lecter, however, sees a chrysalis. A rare mind that's fragile, hungry, and transformative. As bodies continue to pile up and the darkness deepens, Eden finds herself lured to both men and pulled towards the monster all three of them were creating.

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham

COMING SOON!

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PREY (Scream 1)

(SCREAM) PREY - Doe Langley has always flown under the radar. Just how she liked it. Everyone found her too quiet and too strange. Not a typical victim to bullying, but still invisible in a place like Woodsboro High. While other girls chase popularity, Doe spends her days behind layers of flannel, headphones, and the comfort of never being noticed. But then Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, the school's most popular pair, start paying attention. They tease her. Corner her in the halls. Tug at her hair. It's all some annoying, twisted game. But there's something unnerving about them. Something dark and hungry. When a girl turns up dead, the town spirals in fear - and Doe just can't get away from the two boys who circle her like a pair of wolves.

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

COMING SOON!

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Masterlist Stories (Solo)

HEAVENLY (American Horror Story)

When the Harmon family moves into the old Los Angeles mansion, everyone in town seems to notice Ava. She's blonde, beautiful, and has a smile that makes boys at school forget how to speak. Ava is everything her sister, Violet, isn't. She cheerleads, gardens, loves animals, and makes friends easily. She's light. And that's exactly why Tate Langdon shouldn't want her. She's not dark, broken, or lost. She doesn't wear sadness like a crown. He should be drawn to Violet, a girl just like him. But he can't seem to stay away. He wants to swallow Ava Harmon whole. As the house reveals its secrets and the walls begin to whisper, Ava finds herself pulled towards something she doesn't understand - and someone she shouldn't trust. Because Tate isn't just haunted. He haunts. And if she lets him in, she may never leave.

Tate Langdon