#slashersxreader

Art the clown

Okay, you're with your girlfriends at the bar And I'm standing in the corner and woo-woo-woo

You saw him in one eatery when they did not want to let him out, since he did not pay for lunch. You loved the way he hilariously tried to distract the cafe owner to slip away. You, like a real good-natured, decided to pay for him. The owner was in complete shock when you handed him the money. And it is not clear what surprised him so much: the fact that the girl pays for a stranger, or the fact that someone came to the defense of this bastard, who has not paid for food several times already. You left the cafe with a clown. He had a big old garbage bag on his back.

"Hey, you know, you're pretty cute. Would you like to go out with me?" you said and winked at him. His face expressed no emotion. You assumed he was just stunned by your beauty, even though you weren't even wearing make-up today. A few seconds have passed, and there is still no reaction from him. "Maybe a wedding then?"

Unfortunately for you, the clown just turned around and walked away from you. You didn't torture him and you went home. However, when you were already approaching your house, the same clown suddenly got out of the corner of the next house and approached you. He was clearly running towards you as his breathing was uneven. You became curious about what he wanted, so you stopped in front of him. He handed you his hand, in which he held an engagement ring with a small pebble in the middle. Only God knows where he got it from, since he had blood on him.

"Oh, are you proposing to me? I agree…" However, he began to shake his head intensely at your words in denial. You looked at him in bewilderment. What does he want then? The clown started poking a ring at you. "AH! Do you want me to propose to you?" - now he started nodding and smiling. You giggled and took the ring from him.

Now you kneel in front of him in the middle of the street. Thank God that at that moment there was no one but you.

"My sweet clown, will you marry me?" - the smile did not fall off your face, you handed the ring to him. However, he sharply showed you the fak with the most serious face. The clown took his sack and walked past you. You remained on one knee, analyzing what happened now. You were dismissed, so how else, wow… Suddenly you stood up, turned around and shouted:

"What about our children?! I love you! If you don't love me, I don't either!"

Thomas Hewitt

"I love you, I love you" Tell me, "I love you, I love you"

You and your friend somehow ended up in the middle of Texas without gas. Fortunately, you came across a kind woman who did not very kindly tell you that she had gasoline in her house. Okay, why not go? She even walked you home. Her house was big, obviously she didn't live alone. You and your friend waited patiently near the door while the woman was at her home.

"Hell, Y/N, look back! What the f * * * ing son of a bitch? I don't like him…" said your friend in a frightened voice. You turned around and saw him… big bear. Well, not a bear, but a big man. He stood in the distance with his back to you. Your friend already wanted to suggest you get away from this house, but you, like a real crazy idiot, went to this big guy.

"Hey bear! Would you like to meet me?" 'you shouted as you approached him. He quickly turned to you, and you saw that his face was covered with some kind of cloth mask. "I'm Y/N, and you?." He looked confused, but still he began to approach you. In his gait felt… anger. Are you out of time? Wrong words? "Er, wait, not so fast" - you began to retreat and raised your hands in front of you as a sign of surrender. "Bear, wait, you… uh-uh, you know, you're my type. Don't want a relationship? We can get married right away. I don't mind." He stopped for a moment from your words, but after that he walked towards you again. You realized that you were finished, so you turned from him and began to run to your friend, who also began to run.

Fortunately (or not), a woman has finally left the house. You saw her and ran up to her.

"Help! I offered him a wedding, but he is apparently already married," you said, hiding behind the woman's back. That big guy has already approached you and the woman, which is why you cried out and pressed harder against her back. The bear did not do anything and stared intently at the woman, as if communicating with her eyes. He suddenly looked at you, which made you wave to him.

"Damn, are you kidding my Tommy? Do you know what I do with such stitches?" 'the woman told you as she turned to you, causing your bear shelter to go missing.

"No, what are you! I didn't want to joke with him. I am completely serious in my words. Is he gay? I can change my gender for him" - from your words your interlocutors opened their mouths. It cannot be described in what shock they were.

The woman clenched her fists and already wanted to punish you, but suddenly the man noticed your friend, who managed to escape far from home. He quickly put his hand on the woman's shoulder to calm her down and ran to your friend. You became jealous. "Hey bear! So you're more attracted to my friend than I am?"

The woman pushed you into the house and took you to some room on the second floor. You didn't realise what she wanted from you until you realised your hands were being tied to the bed. You naturally began to throw yourself, but you were immediately punished with a light slap in the face.

You didn't know how many sat like that until you heard the heavy footsteps. The door opened and a silhouette of a bear appeared. His breathing was rapid, and there was a stain on his battered apron.

"I didn't know there was a tradition of bride kidnapping in America either. Do I need to cry or rejoice?" as you said, the big man came closer to you. Now he stood in front of you very close, looking down at you. "oh-oh, you know, you look so exciting now. I can break down." it seemed to you that he was studying you, thinking about what to do with you. "You're Tommy, aren't you? Don't be offended, but you look like some kind of maniac. You're not going to kill me, are you?" - you made the sweetest smile you could, but judging by his reaction, it didn't work. He turned around and began to leave.

"Wait! And the wedding? Will there be a wedding?"

Michael Myers

Okay, I've been chasing you for two weeks. And at the door I stand and wait, woo-woo

You saw him at night in the window as you walked past the house where you knew the murder had been committed. He walked around the house and looked around. You decided to take a closer look. However, when you came to the window, you stepped on a branch, because of which he sharply turned to you and began to look intently, and then… quickly went to the door with a knife. your adrenal glands began to release adrenaline, which caused you to react and begin your escape. Your house was nearby, so it shouldn't have taken long to escape if you… did not fall.

The masked man managed to take advantage of the situation and accelerated his step. You were scared and could not rise normally, as you injured your knee. Barely standing up, you realized that he was almost close to you. Droplets of sweat appeared on your face. You ran again, shouting after him: "I just wanted to meet you!"

It is not clear how you managed to run to your house and even go into it, having managed to lock the door. But the man was very close to your door. And because part of the door was glass, you could see him. "Man, you know how you scare me? But at the same time you attract. It's like I'm between two lights."

You went to your kitchen to find a first aid kit. However, you noticed he was now near your window and saw everything you were doing. You went to the window and said loudly: "Stalking is now condemned in our time, but if you follow me, since you liked me, then continue." You winked and began to treat the wound, before moving to the side where there will be less visibility for it.

After 5 minutes, you finished treating the wound and decided to see if the man left or not. It wasn't near the window, so you relaxed. You went to the living room, but you saw him in the hallway. He stood motionless, holding the knife tightly. You froze in place, not taking your eyes off him.

"Look, can we have a wedding? I can cook." - zero reaction - "I can stroke your clothes" - zero reaction - "I can sharpen knives, I can sharpen yours." The man moved sharply towards you, because of which you recoiled and quickly ran to hide behind the table in the kitchen. "I can buy us rings myself!" you shouted, hoping it would stop the man. Suddenly you realised the kitchen window was big enough to jump out of. You did, although the maniac was close to grabbing you.

You ran to the side where the nearest police station was. Turning around, you saw a man leaving your house and walking in a completely different direction, apparently leaving you alone. It looks like there will be no wedding, but you won't have to sharpen his knife.

Jason Voorhees

Don't tell me you're not wearing make-up Of the two of us, you're not the scariest

You and your friends are staying for a week in an abandoned camp. The night was cool, so you, unlike your friends, did not sit around the fire and take illegal substances. You went into the first house you came across and decided to sleep. You succeeded, but only for one hour, as the screams of friends began to reach you. They screamed like they were being cut. At first you thought they were just starting a fight against each other, but then for some reason it became quiet. Suspiciously quiet. You, still sleepy, got out of bed and decided to go outside. But when you opened the door, the cold wind made you cringe and slam the door shut quickly. You had a choice: stay warm or go in the cold looking for friends who probably just went looking for new drugs. You chose the former. And that decision helped you avoid death.

You managed to sleep another hour, but your sleep was interrupted by a sharp breath of wind. You woke up and saw that the door was open, and some healthy man was standing in the middle of the aisle. None of your friends looked like him. You quickly stood up and asked what he had forgotten here. Only now did you notice he had a machete in his hands. Fear began to build up in your body. You managed to react and, opening the window, jumped out into the street. You ran in a direction unknown to you, turning around all the time. By the light of the moon, you could see a hockey mask on it. At some point, you were able to break away from him. You clung to a large tree and breathed heavily. Drowsiness quickly disappeared, but the adrenaline gradually went away. You sat on the ground to soothe a fast-beating heart. A smile appeared on your face at the thought that you were able to break away, but it immediately disappeared when you realized that your friends were probably no longer alive. Suddenly, among other trees, you saw the silhouette of that maniac, which was gradually approaching you. You began to rise to start running, but your legs were so tired that any action brought pain. You groaned and began to quickly come up with a plan.

"Excuse me, man! A man in a hockey mask! Can we take a break? I'm an ordinary girl, I'm not that strong and… muscular like you." surprisingly, from your words the maniac stopped walking towards you and just stopped, not taking his eyes off you. 'And you're also very strong. And hardy. Can you come closer so that I don't scream?" a risky step, but since the man stopped to listen to your nonsense, then you amused him.

He stopped a stone's throw away. You studied it to come up with some more words. "Shall we get married?" You may have noticed how the maniac's eyes widened. 'I mean, you're probably lonely here in this abandoned camp. Think for yourself, I can entertain you. I have read many books, I can tell you them. It's a shame, of course, that you killed my friends." The maniac took a step towards you, because of which you quickly raised your hands in surrender. But, of course, you were scared, since the machete was still in his hands.

'I can cook, sew. You know, money is not the main thing for me. I'm not that demanding." - you spoke so quickly that some words were not even clear. Eminem who? "I can clean up. I know how to cook, have I said that yet? I, yes, can cook…"

You suddenly looked at your fingers and remembered that you had a ring. Oh, how much money you spent on it, but life is more expensive. You barely got down on one knee and offered him a ring. He tilted his head sideways and looked at you like you were crazy.

'Dear pumped man, will you become my husband? Or my fiancée, whatever you want." he didn't understand what you expected of him, so you asked for his hand, which he kindly granted you. You put the ring on your finger and smiled nervously. 'We're spouses now! And spouses should not be killed."

Vincent Sinclair

Since you refused to get married yesterday, I will offer again tomorrow, woo-woo

God knows how you found yourself in an unknown city. You went to the wax museum for nothing and saw it… a man who was entirely your type. he would put the wax figure of the man in place, adjusting the fine details. He didn't even notice your presence until he turned around. His white wax mask attracted you even more, and you stood like some crazy woman, staring at him and smiling sweetly.

"Man you're so cute! Are you the creator of these figures? You are so talented! Can I have an autograph? Please sign on my lips. You have such a cute mask. Can I touch it? and wax figures can be touched? And you?" By his pose, one could understand that he was at a loss and he was uncomfortable. You took a step forward and he quickly grabbed a spatula for wax work. The man also went at you, because of which you got scared and ran away from him.

You ran outside, just like him. 'But my words were true! Don't want a wedding? I'll be your husband if you like. I can be a bride. What kind of girls do you like?" You ran away from him towards the gas station. He was fast, so he managed to catch up with you. The man grabbed your hand and you cried out. But no blows followed. You looked at each other and you decided it was the best time to propose to him. Only without a ring. You got down on one knee and said, "Will you be my husband?". However, the man only let go of your hand and, turning around, walked away from you. You began to follow him. He accelerated the step, so did you. He began to run, so did you. You shouted to him: "why don't you want to be my husband?" Until you came across another man, behind whom your lover hid. Although you were not killed, the wedding never took place, but since you are a stubborn girl, you will pester him until he gives up.

Bo Sinclair

You and your friends were driving home after university, but your friend's car broke down and you stopped near the nearest town. You and one of your friends found a gas station. There was a handsome tall man behind the till. Your friend immediately began to tease you, as he knew that you like such men. Your friend told the seller about the problem with the car. Unfortunately, some part at that moment was not in the store, only in the seller's house. You said you could go with him and your friend could walk to his car.

As you walked with a handsome man to his house, you constantly stared at him. He couldn't help but notice, so he asked what was the matter.

"I love men like you" "Really? Well, I can say I love beautiful ladies like you," he said playfully. "Should we get married then?" "Absolutely" - when he said it, you both stopped and started laughing, but then both stopped, becoming as serious as possible. "Then we need rings. I only have a beer lid." "I have old parent rings at home." "Great"

Pose you brought the right details to your friends. They asked you why you don't get in the car. You said you were now married and showed the engagement ring on your finger. They were in complete shock. How did you manage to find a husband in such a short period of time? Well, but now you are with the man you have dreamed of all your life.

You got there in a month. There were no traces of your presence, which meant that your plan had not yet fallen through. You approached the house of your friends' killers. Through the window, a handsome man, who you remembered was called Bo, could be seen lounging on the sofa sipping a bottle of beer. Near another window stood Leicester, looking at the city with a smile. You have decided to act. As you have seen before, the door was unlocked, so you decided to go out to them spectacularly. You opened the door with your foot, you had a gun in your hands. Both men looked at you in surprise. Bo swore loudly and began to carry some nonsense. You pulled the trigger on him, causing Bo to freeze without taking his eyes off you. Lester looked around to find a weapon for himself.

"You are utter freaks. I will avenge my friends." You said, clutching the gun tightly. There were footsteps behind you, however, which surprised you as you thought Leicester and Beau were the only residents of the city. You turned around and saw a masked man. While your attention was directed to the stranger, Bo took advantage of the situation and began to snatch a gun from you. You shot, but only hit the ceiling. A masked man helped Bo take your weapon. Lester connected with them, who took a bat from somewhere and began to swing it. You backed away, but ran into the wall. In that moment, you felt shame and anger. Your plan fell through because of an unknown man.

"There was a better plan to be made, baby. Tie her up, Vincent, and take her to the room." From Bo's words, you turned pale and took out a knife from your pocket, which you remembered only now. You tried to hit Vincent, but he managed to dodge. However, you received a punishment: he turned you face to the wall and, pressing, dislocated your wrist, which caused you to make a painful cry. The last thing you remember is Beau saying, "let's leave her."

From that moment on, everything changed. Your hands were untied only for going to the toilet. The brothers took turns feeding you. At first, you refused to eat when announcing a boycott, but when you realized that you were stuck with them for a long time, you began to eat a little.

This situation, of course, did not suit you, so a brilliant plan came to your mind to play along with them in order to escape later. You began to make attempts to get close to them. Vincent you praised for his skillful hands, for his work, with Lester you chatted about the weather, how people behave now, and Beau you talked about your family. Surprisingly, they quickly got used to your company and even began to come in more often.

Once the three of them came to you, as you pretended to sleep for 18 hours. You began to complain to them that your hands were unbearably hurt by constant friction and that you wanted to untie the ropes for at least an hour. Vincent did as you asked, but you didn't run away. Your plan was for them to understand that you wouldn't run away. When your hands were free, you thanked and stayed in your place. After that, you began to untie your hands more often, it got to the point that you began to hang out with them in other rooms.

They were so imbued with trust in you that they stopped tying you and gave you complete freedom of will, but only in the house, of course. You were forbidden to go outside so as not to arouse suspicion, you did not even ask them about the walk.

You have lost track of how much time you already have with them. You never forgot about freedom, about your family, you just didn't show them your experiences and sadness. Once a man appeared in the city.

All three took their positions, so you were left alone in the house. You planned to escape through the window, but your plans changed when that unknown man ran into the house. He wanted to beat you as he thought you were trying to kill him too. After your explanation, he offered to run away together. A small spark of hope appeared in you, and you agreed. You somehow miraculously managed to get out of the city to a large puddle that led to the forest.

When you got across the water, you felt freedom and ran into the forest. The man ran to the other side of the forest. It's nightfall and you still haven't been caught. You have not stopped, although you have long been tired. Finally you saw the road. As a result, you successfully escaped and were able to get to your city and even home. Your relatives were surprised and very glad that you are alive. You found a new job and started living normally. Up to one day.

Two weeks passed, you were returning home on foot. But you fell, or rather you were knocked out. You realised they had found you. You woke up to a painfully familiar room. Again rope on his hands, again tears. About an hour later Lester came into the room. He smiled at you when he saw you woke up. You no longer tried to be friendly. You have made no secret of your sadness and anger. All sorts of curses, obscenities, curses came from your mouth.

Your other captors also came to your swearing. Vincent, who had clearly been busy waxing before, ran into the room holding a wax spatula. Bo came drunk. All three stared at you in silence as you cried and freaked out. Vincent came to you and hugged you. Here you felt that he smells your hair. The shoulder blade he was holding fell on the bed, and Vincent himself began to pat you on the back. You were not happy about such a gesture. Bo did not like his brother's actions.

"Are you fooled? Move away from her. She deserves to be punished. Bring it to her." Beau said, and began trying to pull Vincent away from you. He succeeded, and immediately they left, before that all three looked at you before closing the door. After a while, Bo brought the wax figure of the man who helped you into the room. You cried again.

For some reason, they began to treat you differently: they began to ask about your feelings, made sure that you ate everything, came to entertain you, but you always drove them away from you. They felt your resentment, just like you did theirs. But something changed in them, and you realized that.

They love you, they've become obsessed with you. You knew Vincent was constantly working with wax, but you noticed that he began to come into your room often at night. You pretended to be asleep and felt him looking at you. Sometimes he got bolder and stroked your hair.

Beau kept trying to touch you. When it was his turn to feed you, he would sit down as close to you as possible. You could often feel his breath on your neck, feel his hand near your hip. Sometimes he comes to you just to look out the window. Although you read the book they kindly gave you (they stopped tying your hands, but you could only leave the room in the bathroom), you still notice his gaze of yourself. You even saw him blush once when you said he was your type.

Every time it's Leicester's turn to feed you, he looks like a happy puppy. He became very sociable with you. Always looking for a reason to start a conversation or just come to your room. You like to tease him, as he is ridiculously embarrassed: he begins to constantly gesticulate, look away, and his ears turn red.

You get disgusted because of their love and their attention. You don't like them getting attached to you and now never killing you or letting you go. You regularly ignore them, and when they are already boring you, you give what they so want to get: your attention. Yes, you feel sorry for them, but you also feel sorry for yourself. Soon you will become friendly towards them again, but resentment will remain in your memory. Although who knows, maybe right next time you'll have a smile when you see the familiar white mask…

Getting Started:

You didn't know who Hannibal Lecturer was before you read his dossier. When you approached his cell, he stood with his back to you, revealing he had no interest in psychotherapy. The director said that he was visited by many psychologists who had more work experience than yours, but no result. You weren't afraid that therapy wouldn't work because you didn't care. You have other clients, and the thought of getting rid of some cannibal only pleased you. The director left you alone, so you were the three of you: you, Hannibal, and the glass wall that separated you from each other. You introduced yourself to him, but he don't turned to you. His camera was simple. You thought that if you were there for a long time, you would probably fall into depression. To break the silence, you said that thought. Hannibal's shoulders lifted a second as if he were chuckling. The sparkle appeared in your eyes. This is it! First reaction. You haven't come up with anything better than trying to get him into the conversation. "You chuckled, it turns out, you no longer ignore me? you said, to which Hannibal finally turned to you. He looked slowly at you as he studied.

"I wanted to look at such a weak personality that would go crazy because of the usual stay in four walls. How old are you? Look young. Is it a student? - his voice was melodious, spoke slowly, lingeringly.

"It's impolite to ask a lady about her age. - you theatrically covered part of your face with paper in your hands, leaving only your eyes in sight, as if you were holding a fan. There was no reaction from the interlocutor. You removed the paper from your face and finally sat on the chair that was nearby. "So, Hannibal, what's your name?

"It doesn't look like you're nervous to ask such stupid questions."

"Well, maybe you want me to call you something else."

"I'm not interested in you."

"So that you prefer: eat me or just refuse my consultations."

"I would beg you to eat. I would just feed you to the dogs."

You came to Hannibal every other day, and every time he either ignored you, because of which you started talking about the weather and about people passing by, or tried to find out about your fears, about your cheap shabby bag that you constantly carry, about your work. He did not talk about himself, but you did not directly ask. At the end of each session, you asked him to choose whether to kill, eat or kick you out. The answer is always the same - to kill. Only the method of killing changes.

After half a year of consultations:

Friday is your last working day of the week. One patient remained - Hannibal. Unfortunately, you did not consult this week as you had a lot of hospital work to do. The guard this time did not even bother to see you off to Hannibal's cell, but you were not offended. As you walked, the other prisoners stared at you but didn't utter a word. Hannibal stood near the glass wall and watched you approach the chair. You greeted him, but did not sit down, just put the bag.

"Do you stand so close, something happened?.

"You were gone on Monday and Wednesday. Hannibal said, without intonation. You only agreed, but did not say the reason. Deciding that the topic of your absence was closed, you sat down on a chair, removing the bag to the floor. But Hannibal did not leave the glass, only stared at you. You looked into his eyes and tilted your head on its side like a dog. He looked down at you without taking his eyes off. You could not stand it and asked:

"Hannibal, it's impolite to look so hard. You embarrass the other person. - you said this, although you knew that he was aware of the manners of behavior better than you. You decided to ignore it and began to view the history of your consultations. From the results only that he stopped ignoring you and became more talkative. You sighed sadly. Hannibal couldn't help but notice, so he asked you a question about the reason for your breath. You ignored and continued to watch your reports.

"Not only have you not turned up on Monday and Wednesday, you're ignoring me. And then you call me impolite. - he finally moved away from the glass and lay down on an iron board covered with bedding to make it look like a bed. You sighed again when you thought that you knew only the most useless facts about Hannibal.

"Hannibal, the other psychologists have consulted you for a long time?"

"Are you worried you're a bad psychologist? - there was silence, everyone thought about his own. You only thought you should give up Hannibal. - I don't want you to think you're a special person, but I don't complain when you get angry about the weather outside, when you talk about your pet who stole your chicken, even though you dreamed of it all day… - You clapped your tongue and shook your head disapprovingly. "You are right, Hannibal, I am a bad psychologist, i'm tell personal information, it's so unprofessional. Hannibal changed his posture to sit and now looked at you like a complete idiot. - I think I should refuse… - no sooner had you finished the sentence than your patient came sharply to the glass, frightening you.

"I knew you were a weak man. How did you even become a psychologist? Can't hold out for half a year? Have you helped at least one patient? Hannibal's speech was irritated and offended. You looked at him in surprise.

"Are you manipulating me?"

"You know, I don't want another psychologist, because you don't constantly test me. Your speeches can simply be passed by your ears. - Hannibal said it confidently, but you noticed illegitimacy, because a couple of minutes ago he made it clear that every time he listens to you. You decided to drive away stupid thoughts and reflect.

"All right, I'll stay. I see that you don't even want to change, so I will remain your psychologist, since I will be paid simply for an hour monologue. - your mood worsened, youwanted to go home as soon as possible. Hannibal's words hurt you, your pride. But you tried not to show the view. You spent the rest of your time in silence. When the session ended, you walked away in silence, oblivious to how Hannibal, clenching his fists, saw you off with an anxious stare.

After another half a year:

From that moment on, you continued to talk about the environment around you, but rarely. Hannibal began to open up to you. Once in the hospital, electricity wires were damaged, because of which the light and cameras did not work. As for evil, you then had a session with Hannibal. You were surprised by the sudden blackout, but the guards reassured you and left you alone with Hannibal again. He told you to come to the glass to tell you something important. He spoke quickly and quietly, but you understood everything. Hannibal told you his childhood and that fateful day when his sister passed away. You didn't know what to say. When he finished, and the electricity was never fixed, you continued to stand near the glass, thinking about what you heard. You could hear Hannibal's quiet and nervous breathing. He tried to pretend that everything was fine, but either the decision to open up to you made his image of unshakability flinch, or just memories of the tragedy.

It's Monday, 6.30pm, you've come to Hannibal as always. He greeted you, which you just nodded to. You had a headache all day due to low pressure, which left you unable to think clearly as the whole mind was occupied with pain. Hannibal noticed that you were bad and decided to mock.

"You know, Y/N, you lately forget to ask me to prefer: kill, eat or kick you out." coming to the glass, Hannibal said.

"What would you prefer?" you said indifferently.

"None of the above. I wish you were in that cell with me." you were surprised by the answer, and you asked him why. "I'd like to grab your neck while you moan." you asked him again because you thought you heard. "I'd like to play chess with you while you tell me about the weather outside these walls." You breathed a sigh of relief and tried to have a session, but Hannibal bullied you every time. For example, you asked him if he wanted to tell you something from his life: "One day of our session you put on a skirt and black tights, which looked beautiful at you, and I dreamed of tearing them all session." when you asked again, he just repeated his phrase, but without the last words. At the end of the consultation, you began to have a headache attack, and you, holding your head, made a painful groan. Hannibal did not miss the moment: "That's the kind of sound I've been dreaming about for the past few months.