Reader runs behind slasher because someone else is harassing/chasing/stalking them. They don't even know they hid behind a killer for help and apologized to the killer for their awkward action of hiding behind them.
Imagine if reader is so polite that they do a apologetic bending bow.
Slashers Being the Protector (Rather than the Killer)
Slashers x Reader (Separate)
Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, & Bo
Warnings: Being chased/stalked, maybe a couple cuss words?
A/N: Thank you for the request! I didn't do the bow for every Slasher since I felt like it would get repetitive after a while. But I hope you enjoy either way!
Obviously, walking home alone is never your first choice, but it's not like you had an option.
Your job kept you late. And as much as you wished you could have just set some damn boundaries for yourself, you couldn't say no. You were probably the only one that actually cared about your job.
You kept a fast pace, holding your head down as to not make eye contact with anyone you passed by.
And this worked for a while. You were at a point in your journey home where you found yourself completely alone. However, there was still a part of you that felt uneasy. They always say that humans are able to tell when someone is watching them, and you were clearly no exception to this.
You finally took a deep breath and paused, mustering up the courage to look at your surroundings.
The woods were beside you, the darkness only allowing you to see a few trees at a time, but thankfully, no one seemed to be there.
Ahead of you was just more concrete and not a single street lamp in view.
And behind you... was someone.
You hadn't expected to see anyone there, but of course your luck would prove otherwise.
Your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat. Why were they just standing there?
Without taking your eyes off of them, you took one step backwards.
They took one forwards.
You took another step.
They did too.
It was in that moment that you knew you had to think quickly.
Should you just turn around and keep running straight ahead? No, that would prove useless. They would surely outrun you and grab ahold of you in no time.
Or should you turn and run to the woods, hiding behind trees for long enough that they give up?
You didn't like this idea much more than the first, but you figured this was probably the only option that got you out of this unharmed.
With your eyes watering and jaw clenching, you sprinted towards the woods.
You could hear their footsteps behind you, branches and leaves snapping in the distance.
They were catching up.
A sob slipped from your lips as you could feel your legs burn.
Keep pushing. Keep going.
And you did, right towards a figure in the distance.
Freddy Krueger
He could hear your sporadic heartbeat from a mile away
He was already smiling, hoping that you were about to be another easy victim
But something about your fright felt off
Someone else was after you
The moment you came into view, his smile softened a bit
You looked so desperate and scared
In any other context, he would have loved to see it, but it wasn't him making you feel this way
Plus, you weren't repulsive to him like everyone else
He could see the split second of hesitation on your face when you saw his gnarled skin and sharp gloves
But clearly that other person had spooked you more
You were already apologizing, begging for some sort of help
You weren't even six feet from Freddy when he raised his arm and a sudden thud could be heard behind you
The person who was once following you no longer had a head
You turned back to the burnt man, suddenly feeling worried that you would be next, but instead, he grabbed the side of your face
"I can't blame the guy. I would have wanted to snatch you up too," he cackled
Michael Myers
Michael raised a single brow under his mask
Clearly, you were terrified of the person chasing after you, but was seeing another large man holding a bloody knife of no concern to you?
You ran up to him, coming to an immediate stop when you saw the blade glinting back at you
"I-I need help. Please," you could barely choke out
He could tell you were trying to figure out who to be more afraid of
It's not like Michael really cared that you were being chased, but this was his territory, no one else is allowed to do his job for him
He stepped in front of you, watching as the other person slowly came to a halt
He grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the figure
You started to cry at this, thinking he was about to give you up
Instead, his knife plunged deeply into the other person's neck, their body collapsing to the ground
You had blood splattered on you, and you could still feel the fear in your chest
You gave him a soft bow, wordlessly thanking him before stumbling back out
It was only when you heard a branch snap behind you that you turned around
He was still behind you
As you kept walking, he kept following
You really thought he'd just help you without something in return?
Jason Voorhees
He thought he killed everyone already, so how did he miss you?
How did he miss someone so cute too?
Oh, you're running towards him instead of away
This is odd
If he had been any other average sized person, you would have tackled him to the ground with how hard you collided with him
"I-I need help. Please!" you cried out, rushing behind him
He quickly took notice of the person chasing after you, them stopping in their tracks at the sight of Jason
Now, who's being hunted?
The stalker began to run the other way, not failing to notice the freshly bloodied machete like you did
However, with Jason's stride, it didn't take long for him to catch up and knock the person's head clean off in one swipe
He took a deep breath and turned back to face you, expecting you to be running for the hills
Instead, you ran up and hugged him, thanking him through your tears
You weren't... scared?
He had no idea what to do, so he just stood there while you cried into him
At least he was right about his earlier judgment
You were cute
Too cute to turn into just another victim
Thomas Hewitt
He was actually making his way towards you both
He thought you two would be good additions to tonight's menu
But the moment he saw you look at him in relief instead of terror...
Something in him shook
Before you could even say anything, he was guiding you behind him, some protective instinct overriding his usual hunter side
The person who was following put their hands up, saying that they "didn't want any trouble"
And in response, Thomas through a meat cleaver at their head
You about screamed but he turned around, looking at you softly
"I-I'm sorry. You didn't have to d-do that," you said barely above a whisper
He just shook his head and continued to watch you, some internal battle waging inside him
He really really didn't want to kill you
But what would his family think?
Only one way to find out, he supposes
With that, he hoists you up and into his arms bridal style, carrying back home
Bubba Sawyer
Bubba is about three times the size of the guy chasing you
So despite the unpleasant mask, you felt like he was your only chance at safety
He tilted his head in confusion
Normally, people like you run the opposite way from him
So the moment you're in front of him, heaving and shakily explaining what's going on, he feels angry
He might be a murderous cannibal, but Mama taught him some manners
He quickly whips out the chainsaw beside him, causing you to jump at the sight
Now it was the stalker's turn to be afraid
You were left in the woods for probably 15 minutes alone, still too scared to unfreeze yourself from the spot
It was only when you saw a large figure in the distance carrying something that you finally got your bearings
Bubba walked a little past you, holding the body of the man prior
He stops for a second and looks at you, motioning his head for you to follow
And what were you going to do?
Say "no" to the man holding a chainsaw and a dead body?
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms was already on edge
He never strayed this far from the mansion, and the fact that he was out this far made him feel very jumpy
So when he saw you running straight for him, he was ready to attack
Until he saw the desperation on your face
"Help! Please!" you begged him
And a cute thing like yourself would be difficult for him to deny
He saw the figure stalking after you, slowing down when they realized they had company
Brahms stepped in front of you and gave the person a challenged look
And it seemed to have worked, because the person began to back off almost immediately
He could have killed the guy, sure
But he wasn't going to be a threat anymore
Why? Because you were coming home with him
And once you're in his territory, there's no leaving
He'll make sure of it
Norman Bates
Norman wasn't even sure how he got there in the first place
All he remembers was being at home when suddenly everything went black
And now he was here, watching as some person runs up to him him in a panic
Before he could say a word, you were holding onto him, spinning yourself around so you were behind him
And that's when he saw another figure in the distance
"P-please," you suddenly croaked, "I don't know who that is. I was just walking home alone and I-"
He shushes you, his eyes still locked on the man
He could feel your head bump into his back as you bowed, muttering apologies to him
"It's okay," he reassured. "They're not going to do anything."
His brows furrowed as his face twitched
Maybe it was your cute panicked face, or the way your soft hands were gripping his back
But either way, Norman could feel his conscious fading out
He won't hurt you, though the same can't be said for the other person
He just hopes you'll still be there when he comes to
Billy Loomis
You were terrified, that was obvious
But he was honestly surprised that you seemed more scared of a random weirdo behind you than the notorious serial killer straight ahead
You grabbed his arm, not failing to notice the sharp blade in his dominant hand
"I-if you're going to kill me," you gulped, "Then fine, but can you please kill them first?" you motioned
This may have been an odd suggestion to most, but the worst Ghostface was going to do was stab you, but you had no idea what the other person's intentions were
The creep was only a few feet away now, their hand also donning a sharp blade
Billy wouldn't have normally entertained such an idea, but he knew you from school
And God, were you pretty
"Shit," he whispered
He twirled the knife around as he approached the figure, the latter already stepping back
It was an easy kill, and Billy was back to your side in no time
"Thank you," you bowed, head down and awaiting your fate
Instead, he grabbed your chin and made you look at his mask
He couldn't wait to see you at school the next day
Stu Macher
He could see you freeze the moment you were in sight
The Ghostface attire was already pretty notorious in the town, and he could see the worry on your face at the realization
And clearly, the person chasing you also felt the same, because the moment they saw him, they ran off the other direction
Tears began to stream down your face at this
Although, he couldn't tell if they were from relief or fear at that point
He stepped a little closer to you as you stumbled back
"P-please, don't, I-"
He dropped his knife and reached out to you in response
You shakily took his hand, obviously scared of what he was going to do
But he simply began walking you out of the woods, checking around for the creep
He walked you all the way home before giving you a small wave and running off, leaving you completely dumbfounded
He spared you?
It took you a few days afterwards to almost forget about the situation
Until you turned on the news
There was a report of a dead body found in the same woods you were just in a couple nights before
Another apparent criminal from the area...
You gulped, realizing it was your stalker as the phone suddenly rang
"Unknown caller"
Huh, weird
Vincent Sinclair
Bo somehow got him to leave that musty old building
But of course, he ran off to God knows where and left Vincent alone
So the moment he saw your figure sprinting closer, he assumed that Bo would be the one to follow
However, he quickly noticed that the man behind you was not his brother, and he suddenly felt dumbfounded on what to do
Bo would surely be pissed, but something about you told him you shouldn't become just another wax figure in his collection
So the moment you were close enough, he was stepping in front of you, some newfound confidence leading him
The stalker hesitated for a moment before finally stumbling back, leaving the two of you alone
"Thank you, thank you!" you repeated, your head instinctively shifting downwards
Vincent took a deep breath in while looking at you
Yep, Bo was definitely going to be angry
But oh well
You were just too sweet to let go stale
Bo Sinclair
He could hear your erratic footsteps rushing closer to him
And unlike most of the others on this list, he comes off as a seemingly normal guy, so of course you wouldn't hesitate to go to him
His cocky smile only widens when he gets a look at your face
A mighty cute thing, you are
"Excuse me? Sir, I think I'm being followed and-" your voice cracked
How precious
Surely too pretty and too soft to be made into hard wax, hmm?
He steps towards you, and you think he's about to help you
But no
He grabs ahold of your shirt tightly, muttering some smooth nonsense to your stalker about finding "a good place for this one"
Tears begin to stream down you face
How could you have so blindly trusted a stranger?
He leads the both of you back to some empty building that you assume will be the last place you'll be alive
But the moment Bo turns back around, a pipe is swung into the other man's head
He'd be a great addition to the museum
You turn to your "savior" in confusion
"Can't let a pretty thing like you go to waste, huh darlin'?"
All you can do is tilt your head down in a silent "thank you"
