Jason and Freddy are watching a horror movie and drinking too much. Y/N is hiding in a closet and secretly filming their drunken reactions to the movie they’re watching.

Freddy Krueger / Jason Voorhees. Drunk horror night.

Freddy Krueger

- NO WAY! Get him big boy! What happened to you? Can't run?!

The piercing sound of a chainsaw and the screeching screams begging for mercy mixed well with the strident laugh of the only, apparent, watcher in the cinema. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre was the movie choice of the day for the date night in the new dream realm that your amusing soulmate made with the excuse of "Hey, we should watch something funny together" that in your mind sounded more like "Hey, there's my attempt of spending time with you. Grab a beer or something!" Well, you were sure that you'll get your fun one way or another.

He groped the comfy seat with his gloved hand and maintained with the other some strong smell substance... Yep, definitely alcohol and you were despising it.

When a loud screak came he would make silly remarks in everyone and everything in the film, pinching the other slashers body in the big screen with his large claws.

- AH! You let another victim escape! THIS IS ALL THAT YOU'VE GOT? MOVE YOUR BIG ASS! You see what I'm doing, Y/N?!

You already left a long time ago with your phone in hand, right behind some dark seats a little far away from Freddy. Clunching your mouth with your hand to prevent your incessant river of laughs you moved to one side to catch better a catch for the video "This better go viral"

"What is this? Why is sticky?" Your eyes catched a glimpse of the liquid below you, all the beer was laying on the floor. Lifting your head you saw the inquisitory stare of Freddy pointing at you with one of the claws faking an even sharper voice.

- What we got here... OH! I KNOW! A sneaky cute thing! You really though that I wouldn't know in my own dream? Ow... POOR YOU

You grinned while glaring at him with the same intensity. This is a game that two could play.

Jason Voorhees

Heavy breathing sounds is the only noise that the legend of Camp Cristal Lake made in a half drunken state in the couch of his cosy cabin. The old TV was still playing the middle of the film, a new type of phsychological movie that moved all the stereotypes of the horror genre.

Midsommar was a good choice in your point of view, he enjoyed aesthetic pleasing movies and you were delighted to bring him company, cuddle sessions and right now a funny memory to see later. Yeah, many would say that you should have been more careful with your bottles of wine laying around the kitchen, but who thought that your parents little gift would have been mistaken for homemade juice by Jason?

You just needed to open the closet and hide with the camera you carried usually around in the woods, this time Jason would be the star of the day.

THUM!

-Tss... That hurt.

Your head hit one of the closet frames with a loud noise that woke up your looking sleepy boyfriend.

Closing the door you began to rub the sore spot where you hit yourself, grabbing with the other hand the camera. "Later we can take care of that"

The show just began.

He lifted himself from the couch to get a better view of the room, Y/N was already gone without a trace. Maybe they went to a walk without him?

This thought of leaving you alone made him cross his arms around his chest while staring intensily at the screen in front of him more than ten minutes without figuring out the plotline of the movie.

A little nod of the head would be made between scenes while he started to lay down again the seat, gripping the machete handle like it was made of the softest sponge, you combined your face reactions in the video along with random thumb ups.

Turning off the camera, you decided to wake him up of his lost expression. Two gente pats on the arm woke him up of his state, and in a few moments you've got a disoriented slasher trying to maintain his balance while making little circles with his hands on your head.

- Circle? Angel circle? You saw it?

He shakes his head, no. And tried again with more effort.

- Head... Hair! No, crown?

By his body expressions that was it! "what's up with that?" Until you remembered it perfectly.

- Do you want a flower crown? Like the one the protagonist wore?