#Lori Strode

[botslayer]

Horror Theory: Just Men Behind The Masks

So I just rewatched Behind The Mask: The Rise Of Leslie Vernon. A 2006 deconstructionist horror film. And I have a thought for the rest of the horror community to chew on:

A lot of people mention idly that this is a "Shared universe" film. That this is a universe where Chucky, Michael, Freddy, and Jason (All of whom are name dropped) exist. Which heavily implies the rest do, to. I have a different idea.

This is a universe where those STORIES exist. Fred Kruger may have been a real person. Jason Voorhees drowned at camp that fateful summer. Charles Lee Ray was gunned down in a toy store. Maybe even Michael Myers went to the asylum and got out.

Here's the kicker tho: If you pay attention, at least, it's implied that the characters as we know them are fake. The only one I'd be willing to say exists properly from the first movie is Michael.

Spoilers ahead but the guy up top is the titular Leslie Vernon... Except no. He isn't.

The Dr. Loomis to Leslie's Michael (The in universe term is "Ahab.") is Doc Halloran. Halloran reveals and Leslie later admits he is not Leslie Vernon. His real name is Leslie Mancuso.

(Incidentally, yes. That is Robert Englund as Halloran. A+ casting.)

At the end of the movie, after carving a bloody swathe through a bunch of people, Leslie is "killed" by the survivor girl, Taylor. When asked if Leslie is dead, she says "I don't know what he is." Halloran reflects on the idea that Leslie was "Just a man."

We spent the entire movie up to this point getting into Leslie's head, learning how he does things. Seeing all the preparation not only he, but the other slashers put into the things the do. Why is Jason's Machete indestructible but all the other tools around break with one swing? Sabotage. Why are windows usually stuck? Nails. Why do tree limbs break right away and cars not start? Also sabotage. Stuff like that.

We also find out that Leslie Vernon was very likely a real person but has been dead for twenty years. At the very least Leslie Vernon is a popular folk tale around the town, Mr. Mancuso is just piggybacking off it to do some murder in the interest of making his survivor girl stronger and doing good for the world through evil.

(Pictured: Leslie Mancuso as Leslie Vernon during his killing spree)

The story of Mr. Vernon, the dead man, is that supposedly a bastard kid was born to a married couple (possibly through rape.) They worked him like a slave, forcing him to till fields with nothing but a hand scythe until he murdered both of them. The town found out and a mob of people drowned the boy after the murders and his body was never found as the water was too cold, so he never came back up. Turtles picked his bones clean.

Twenty years later, Mancuso took on the name and started plotting to murder people at that farm house. The rest of the movie is the set up and execution of that murder plan.

So what does that say about people like Michael, Jason, Freddy, and especially Chucky?

We'll start with the man who started it all. One tragic night in 1963, a young Michael Myers murdered his older sister with a kitchen knife. No one knew why. No one understood his motive. But the fact remains he did it. A little before Halloween night 1978, Michael escaped the mental institution he was in and went on a killing spree for reasons not everyone will know but was injured and eventually stopped by Dr. Loomis and a local baby sitter, Lori Strode.

I see this as being the thing that inspires that most horrible of things in-universe: Copycat Killers.

They mention directly that Michael has done his attacks on Haddonfield at least 4 separate times. I don't know much about Halloween as a series so I don't know what movies that number specifically is referencing but I'm willing to suggest the first two movies are billed together as one attack because it was basically one protracted occurrence. At the end of which he was blinded and then set on fire, burning to death.

Later movies retcon that death but logically, the real Michael is dead in this universe. Later instances where HE supposedly attacks are the works of more calculating, crazy people like Mancuso. His whole deal is "We set things up like this, we figure out how to do that and yadda yadda."

You could easily apply most of what he says and does to people who can act out just like he does. Bullet proof vests, gel applied in spots to stop bleeding. Breaking into people's houses and cutting the power and telephones, etc. I think the other supposed three attacks in the BTM universe are people who took on Mikey's coveralls and a replica mask, were in some way stopped or got away, and then were either replaced by new fakers or maybe continued being Mike a time or two before being stopped. This could also theoretically riff on the idea of Michael using body doubles to fake his death in some of the movies.

Alternatively, The real Mike could still be at the Smith's Grove Sanitarium in this universe. He never got out but his legend made a perfect starting point for people to latch on to and start "being him." Or he may be a local legend with no real basis in reality.

The problem is we don't have any further context for the four attacks that happened. So... Yeah, this is nine tenths me BSing.

How about Jason? The Crystal Lake killer and my personal favorite?

I think the most likely case of what happened with Jason in the universe of BTM is that Jason Voorhees did actually exist. He did drown that one summer. Some years later his mother would go on to slaughter a bunch of camp counselors before the camp could reopen. Note the thing about how slashers need a story like that which would naturally draw somebody.

So I think it's worth considering that the "dozens" of people "Jason' supposedly has killed over the years we're actually the works of either one faker or multiple fakers who've taken up residence at camp Crystal Lake over the years. This is because while we don't have any real evidence that Jason is 100% real we do have evidence that sometimes people will take up these mantles just to take them up if it's the convenient one to work with and use for your own ends.

If you go to Jersey and you want to start offing people, why not try and find a way to pin it on the Jersey devil?

So you have this local legend of a kid who drowned in a lake and his mom goes on a murderous rampage. So what are you, an up and coming slasher going to do? Well you start acting how you think Jason would act. You put on this facade and start doing damage to people. Given a lot of the stuff Mancuso does that actually makes him look undead, a talented enough makeup artist could actually theoretically make themselves look like a super deformed crazy guy like Jason or even like Freddy... Speaking of.

I think the most likely course of Freddy's history here is that he did still kill around 20 kids at some point in the past. And then the people got together and they burned him to death in the boiler room.

However I think maybe there's a chance he survived and went on to not so much invade people's dreams as he did perhaps start drugging people and then torturing them. Alternatively his "Slasher" copycat started doing that.

We know that in the actual nightmare on elm Street movies Freddy likes to get in your dreams, play with your fears and even use some of your greatest strengths against you, because he just can. Now imagine someone with the face of a burn victim breaking into your house at night, drugging you or gassing you up in a way that makes the whole world feel very dream-like, and unreal, and then butchering you.

I think it would especially be very easy to reframe a lot of the ways in which these people turn up dead as Freddy simply doing things that he knows because it's established in the BTM universe that a lot of these killers will stalk their victims from months at a time.

That one scene in dream Warriors where he turns his hand into drug needles and injects a girl with them? Well that could be suggestive of the idea that instead what Freddie actually did was drug her and then make her OD in her sleep.

A lot of the kills all of these guys do could be someone embellished like that one time that girl was force fed things until she choked to death in her dream, in real life her windpipe just kind of collapsed if memory serves. As if something had been weighing down on it.

Then again, maybe most of the kills from all the movies we know didn't really happen. Michael being strong enough to pin a guy to a wall using a kitchen knife is otherworldly in its own way. Like. Maybe that didn't happen that way. It's just the rumor mill circling around.

Now. The last one. My personal least favorite. Chucky. AKA Charles Lee Ray, the Lakeshore Strangler.

Charles Lee Ray killed a good handful of people as a normal adult but in a crime gone wrong, he got gunned down in a toy store somewhere in Chicago. In the universe of the Child's Play movies, he uses a voodoo spell to put his soul in a "Good Guy" doll. He then uses a normal little boy, Andy, to go kill his partner in crime, Eddie and then spends the rest of the series hunting for Andy so he can be human again by putting his soul inside of Andy. Or just trying to kill him in three and I think Curse's after-credits.

In universe, I think what really might have happened was Charles swore bloody vengeance on Eddie and the cop who killed him, expecting to escape. He was then killed in the store either trying to get the drop on the cop or just get out. The hideout Charles and Eddie, who escaped custody, used to use, exploded in a random gas leak incident.

But urban legends have circulated over and over. That it was Charles' ghost possessing a Good Guy Doll. That a little kid was seen on the train carrying one such doll heading toward Cabrini-Green. Etc.

Now, I'm not 100% sure how later appearances by "Chucky" would go. Like. How do you fake a killer doll? Tiny Animatronics? A REALLY short guy? Leaving them as calling cards? I dunno. But it is just another guy piggybacking.

The only cue that anything vaguely supernatural is happening in this world is at the end, Leslie is alive after having his head crushed and being burned, but, to his credit, he was established to be a pretty tough bastard up to that point and the press was only turned enough to lock him in place and hear one squelch. It probably did damage but it also probably didn't do enough to put him on ice. So it's fairly ambiguous and still probably means killer dolls aren't a factor.

In summary: Behind The Mask is not a universe where all of our favorite killers exist. It's a universe where their legends exist and people who want to do evil become those legends. For a time at least.

Happy Halloween, everyone.

[thewolffairytaler]

The Wolf Fairytaler: I can't believe I missed this on my first playthrough, but Lori Meyers is a refrence to the Halloween franchise. Her personality and love for horror movies is a refrence to the Myers siblings, Laurie and Micheal. Lori is a bit of both, but is still her own person. Having Michael's sense of gore and morbid thinking, but Laurie's shy and introverted nature.

[rebelkelley0219]

[flock-of-cassowaries]

Patricia Arquette’s character in True Romance could have ended this. That’s all I’m saying.

Like, World’s-Best-Teenaged-Babysitter is acquitting herself pretty admirably, all things considered; but Alabama Whitman would have finished the task.

[mydearestdarlingdead]

Re: the caitvi one shot

Vi is doing pit fighter stuff, and Cait has been taken out on the town by Maddie (or maybe ambessa?)

Cait sees vi from a distance but loris stops her because he thinks Cait is the last thing vi needs+is off duty so yaaa

Much Cait pining/angst, Maddie jealousy maybe, and vi self destruction

You ask, I deliver :)

I will say I took some creative liberties but tried to keep it true to what you wanted as much as I could. More on the creative this and that on ao3 if anyone is interested but, for now, it is half past midnight and I want to sleep

(Fic also undercut because I know ao3 isn't everyone's preferred method of fanfic) (Though I will say that ao3 gets the added bonus of my pointing out little things in the writing in the end notes and who wouldn't want that?)

Maddie bounded along ahead; The absence of her rifle slung carelessly over her back was rather distinct in the dim light of the Undercity. Steb had neglected to attend this particular assignment, so claimed Maddie, due to a family issue. Caitlyn lagged behind, bewildered within the throng, perpetually reaching for what Maddie had insisted she leave behind.

“We’ll just pop down and get the lay of the land!” She chirped, her shirt wrinkled and half-buttoned. Caitlyn had been sceptical- Especially when it became clear that Maddie expected her to travel light. She wished to avoid any chance encounters.

In a moment of weakness, she quickened her pace when striding past the brothel Vi had dragged her through. Though, and perhaps it was only her paranoid mind, she could have sworn she heard someone call out for a ‘Matilda’. Maddie, slightly flustered, made a rather ignorant assumption and grasped Caitlyn’s hand in her own. Caitlyn turned away, pointing out a building of precarious nature, leaning upon its neighbours for support. It was perfect for surveillance, but, after spending the better part of an hour attempting to enter through the securely locked front door, Caitlyn deemed it a lost cause and they continued on in silence.

The buildings became more dilapidated as they travelled deeper into the city, as well as taller and more structurally unsound, as if, upon running out of space, architects had merely chosen to build a second city atop the first. It was ingenuity worthy of the City of Progress, and yet the minds behind it had been forced into the shadows.

The venue, if you could call it that, was, in a polite word, unhygienic. In less polite words, utterly filthy. Someone- A man who made his living via promotion, Caitlyn supposed- grasped Maddie by the shoulder and pulled her toward it, grinning.

“Big fight!” He babbled, “Come! Have a drink or six!”

She replied in hushed tones and, inexplicably, shook hands with him. Suddenly, the man seemed all too content to rush and beg patronage of others. Caitlyn, now, stood by Maddie in a vaguely rectangular entryway which, seemingly, led into a corridor of darkness. She dismissed it, turning toward the simple comforts of Piltover- Finer alcohol, surely, and a softer pillow when the consequences hit.

“Wait!” A hint of desperation in her voice made Caitlyn pause, “It’s just… That man. He said that people are getting hurt in there. What if… I know it’s probably not-” She faltered when Caitlyn strode ahead of her, “So we’re…?”

“Come on, Officer Nolan.”

“Okay! Coming!”

The bar’s interior was, frankly, worse than the crumbling exterior. With the obvious dip in the roof and the sawdust in the diluted drinks, the large arena in the centre of the floor was hardly startling.

Caitlyn almost chuckled, “People are definitely getting hurt.”

She saw the realisation on Maddie’s face- The widened eyes and the slightly parted lips. Almost textbook. “And people are making money on it?”

A hulking figure stood between them and the arena. With the lack of guard rails, he could have toppled forward and joined the fight should he so wish. He turned, “Try making fortunes! Me, I made a couple hundred on this girl- Black-hair, there-” He inclined vaguely behind his back, “-She’s a rookie, too, somethin’ to tell your friends about if you ask me. Won every fight, every night and still on her feet at the end of it. My friend over there is taking bets if you ladies are interested.”

Caitlyn peered around his back into the arena. Two fighters- One, hulking like her companion, with the look of many shimmer-fuelled past night in his eyes and the other, sleek and slim with jet-black hair. The first jabbed at the air where his opponent had stood a moment previous and doubled over when three blows landed in quick succession to his gut. With a final, devastating crack, another blow was delivered to his head, and, like a sack of flour, he fell.

“Is that it?” Someone yelled, outraged.

The black-haired fighter didn’t move as they carted her opponent off. Her defensive posture remained as she peered through the crowd with narrowed eyes. Cait stumbled backward, colliding with Maddie. She would know that face anywhere- In a crowd or concealed with black greasepaint all the same.

“You all right, lady?” The hulking man grasped her arm, as if he feared she would faint.

“Don’t touch me.” She growled. Then, in a softer tone as he let go, “That fighter. What’s her name?”

Maddie, thankfully, lacked the height to peer around the man’s shoulder. She merely thought to look vaguely concerned while grasping Caitlyn’s elbow and looking wearily about the crowd.

He shrugged in response and turned bitterly back toward the arena. Another fight had commenced. Vi- Caitlyn knew she may as well use her name- now fought another young woman, wiry and pale, lacking poise in her uncoordinated blows, unlike Vi, who moved with a certain majesty even now.

“Caitlyn!” Maddie was speaking and another man was approaching from her left. A waiter, she thought dimly, coming to offer a drink’s menu or perhaps to expel them from the building. Instead, she was greeted by a familiar face.

“Loris!” Maddie’s voice was deceptively cheerful. She released her grip on Caitlyn’s arm to awkwardly pat him on the shoulder. He hardly noted her presence as he voiced a single, sharp word.

“Out.”

Caitlyn flinched. Part of her fought to argue, another simply to wallow in betrayal and do as he commanded. It was not exactly guilt which held the blade to her throat for she did not regret her actions. She was her mother’s daughter, and she would not miss when it mattered, not now.

But it was a mistake. A mistake that, try as she might, Caitlyn could never hope to erase. She and Vi would never be as they had. She had allowed her mother to ruin one final relationship. Perhaps now she could be afforded a happy afterlife with the ‘Stray’ far away from her daughter.

Caitlyn met Loris’ unflinching eye. She afforded herself one question, a parting gift of sorts.

“Is she…?”

Okay? Wounded? Missing me?

“Has she…”

Forgiven me?

Loris redirected her questions with a simple reply: “She wins.”

The backdrop made itself apparent as another body fell to the concrete floor with a dull thud. Caitlyn didn’t have to look to know that it wasn’t Vi- Too dense of a body. Loris had not the same assurance. Eagerly, he sought a glance at her silhouette among the stained concrete.

As he turned, Caitlyn, with Maddie on her heel like a loyal puppy, took her leave, slipping out as they had come. Her first move of pure intelligence, Maddie did not speak, and they completed the home-bound journey in silence. Caitlyn, lost to her thoughts, and Maddie, simply lost. Better alcohol in Piltover, yes, but one thing was missing. Adequate company.

[fandomdancer]

Attack of the Domestics

A/N: Encouraged by @michysminions7 and inspired by @jenksel to post this. I've gotten very insecure about my work and barely write anymore, other than little author-insert fluffs. This is one of those, but I still hope you enjoy reading it.

Fandom: Baa Baa Black Sheep

Pairing: Bobby Anderson/OC

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,116

Summary: Bobby's having a bad time at the party the night before a mission. He tries to find some alone time to sulk - and overhears an unexpected conversation.

Damn Wiley, Anderson thought as he stomped towards the beach. How in the hell had he managed to lose a girl to Wiley? Last he checked the man hadn't been anywhere near him, and then poof! Boyish charm and floppy hair and that genuine puppy dog smile and the cute brunette Anderson had just been about to score turned all her attention from the action at hand.

It's not fair, he thought grumpily to himself. Though if he was being honest, he was more upset about losing a girl to Wiley than he was about losing a girl. He usually had no problems chatting up the ladies but he could get a little overenthusiastic. Not to mention his height sometimes worked against him. Ladies like 'em tall? Not always!

He wasn't surprised to find another person on the beach, but he did do a double take when he realized it was another woman. One of the nurses, no doubt, and she looked a little familiar. Had she said hi to him earlier? He'd been so focused on the brunette (whose name he could no longer remember) that he couldn't recall if someone else had spoken to him. But there sat another nurse, wearing a white midriff-baring top and a pair of khaki shorts. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and her elbows rested on them. Her head was in her hands. Wait, was she crying?

Anderson felt a flare of anger bloom in his chest. Who the hell was enough of a jerk to leave a woman crying on the beach? He started out of the brush towards her…and a voice interrupted him.

"Lori?"

Anderson dropped to the ground, praying he hadn't been seen.

The woman lifted her head, and in the dim light from the buildings behind them he could see she did have tears on her face. It was a plain face, framed by lovely brown hair, but there was something haunting about it. And yes – she was familiar. Anderson couldn't help but stare.

"Mags?" the woman asked.

"Lori, what are you doing away from the party?" Another nurse, older, blonde, strode purposefully down towards her. Anderson had seen her before for sure. She was one of the more no-nonsense women, the kind you couldn't use your best lines on because she'd laugh in your face, ruffle your hair, and call you cute. The last thing any guy wanted when he was looking to pick up a woman was for her to think he was cute.

"I'm fine, Margaret," the woman…Lori, Anderson thought, her name is Lori…replied.

"The hell you are, you're crying." Margaret sat in the sand beside Lori, thankfully closer to Anderson so Lori kept her head turned in his direction. He didn't want to listen in on the conversation struggling to hear what Lori had to say.

Of course, if he was the gentleman he professed to be, he wouldn't listen in on this conversation at all.

"I'm fine!" Lori wiped her eyes. "I'm just not in a party mood."

"After seeing the pickings in there, I'll buy that," Margaret said, (bitch, Anderson thought, then flinched at the sound of his Mama's voice in his head chastising him for such language), "but you were so excited earlier today. I heard you girls talking, I know you were all anxious to meet up with Major Boyington's men."

That's right, Anderson thought proudly.

"I was. Am. Just…oh, Mags, it's stupid. Don't ask me."

Any self-respecting man would walk away when a woman said that to him. But Anderson knew enough to know that when a woman said that to another woman, it was an invitation.

He was right…sort of. "What's so stupid? You came, you saw, you decided not to play. You want to wait for the next opportunity to have some fun, that's your choice."

Lori looked away, and suddenly her shoulders shook. Anderson twitched instinctively, wanting to step out and comfort the crying woman. It was basic manners, not to mention the fact that comforting a crying woman upped your chances of getting lucky later.

"Lori!" Margaret leaned over and put a hand on Lori's shoulder. "Look, if you're not interested, there's nothing wrong with that…"

"I know…" Lori blurted, her voice distorted with sobs. "I know you all think…I'm a prude."

"Oh, don’t be silly, we don't think that…"

"Yeah, you do, I heard Melinda talking the other night."

Ah, Melinda, that was the girl he'd lost to Wiley. And now he recalled, he had spoken to Lori. She'd said hi while he and Melinda were talking. But he'd been deep into weaving a setup for himself and Melinda to leave, and hadn't really responded to her.

He felt a little guilty about that. After all, she was out here crying. Could it be because of him?

"What you do with whoever you want is your business," Margaret said. "You don't have to brag about it as much as Melinda does. The whole camp knows who she goes around with almost before she actually goes around with them."

Anderson's lip curled. Huh…maybe he needed to go save Wiley. He'd seen nurses play with the feelings of his friends before. The last one had almost torn the Black Sheep apart.

"Just when people ask me how my night went and I don't want to tell them…they assume I'm just a…a…"

"Cold fish?"

Lori nodded.

"And you're not?"

Lori stared at her and Anderson found himself very, very interested in her answer. He'd save Wiley later.

"I haven't been with a man in months," Lori finally said. "Not since before I came here. And you know how that turned out. I just haven't been interested. No one has interested me…but…but now..."

Anderson's eyebrows lifted.

Margaret tilted her head. "Are you saying there is someone in there that you're interested in?"

Lori nodded.

"Then why aren't you in there?"

"I don't have a chance. Melinda's got him."

Wiley. Anderson couldn't help the twist of disappointment in his stomach. It was one thing to lose a girl face to face to Wiley, but hearing another crying about losing her chance with Wiley because he was already taken…well it definitely made Anderson want to leave the area. He started to unravel from his hiding position to slink away. Maybe he wouldn't save Wiley from Melinda. Seemed like the guy could use a little bad luck with women.

"That doll dizzy with the fluffy blonde hair?" Margaret laughed. "I've seen him before, Lori. He chases as many women as Melinda chases men. You're not missing out."

"His hair wasn't fluffy and blonde, it was short and black," Lori said.

Anderson stopped moving. What?

Margaret echoed him. "What? Black hair?"

"Black hair," Lori repeated. "And a beautiful smile. He's got these really full lips. You know, the kind you know would feel good on yours? And when he smiles it stretches up into his eyes and squints them, like his whole face is enjoying whatever made him smile. It's an honest smile."

"You're talking about one of Major Boyington's men?"

"Yes. He was talking to Melinda. I guess she turned him down or something because the guy you're talking about was definitely not him. He was really tall. Like six feet or more."

Now Anderson was paying so much attention, he was holding his breath.

"Oh, yes!" Margaret exclaimed. "Yes, tends to stay in the back, keeps his hands in his pockets. He slouches, probably because he's a giant…"

Like you're a giant pain in the…Anderson shook his head to stop the thought.

"I never got his name," Lori said.

Anderson clawed his fingers into the ground, staring at her. My name's Bobby!

"Well, he's not talking to Melinda anymore," Margaret said. "Why don't you come back in and see if you can salvage the night?"

Anderson wondered how fast he could get back to the party without the women seeing him. His head was spinning. Oh yeah…he wasn't breathing. He exhaled hard and yanked in a breath of sea air.

Lori shook her head. "I…look, he's only going to want one thing. And…"

"And what's the problem with that?"

"Like I said, it's stupid."

"Lori, what are you talking about?"

Lori suddenly threw up her hands. "I don't want to just fool around tonight with him, Mags! I know, I know I have no idea who he is! I don't even know his name! But seeing him smile and laugh like that…it was like…my entire life, I've been living in the dark, and someone turned on the light. I want to cook breakfast for that smile. I want to hear that laugh while watching one of those old Buster Keaton pictures. I want to feel his arms hold me and hear his voice tell me I'm safe from everything in the world."

Anderson was aware his mouth had dropped open. He wasn't aware of much else.

"Lieutenant Beaufort, you had an attack of the domestics," Margaret sighed. "It happens. You see a tall, strong, confident man like that, and everything inside you says he's the one for you. But Lori…he's a pilot. The most he can do for you right now is just right now. Tomorrow he could be dead. If you go filling your head with dreams of the future and tomorrow he gets shot down…how many more like him will break your heart before you give up? You need to focus on the right now and let the future come when it's ready. Now if you can't fool around with him tonight, I understand. But don't deny yourself a good time because you're too busy trying to live in the future."

Anderson wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to shout at Margaret or run for the party or just run as far from the situation as possible. The way he saw it, everyone was right here. He might get shot down tomorrow. But did that mean thinking about the future was forbidden? Was it bad to try to think about life after the war?

And he couldn't get her words out of his head. "...like someone turned on the light."

She certainly was pretty, though not the best-looking nurse in the bunch. And she wasn't interested in fooling around, so his chances of getting any tonight were zilch if he pursued her. She wanted more and he had no idea if he wanted…

Well…some. He had some idea. He thought about home often. New Orleans. He'd had a girl before the war had started but once he'd announced he was heading to the South Pacific, she had told him she couldn't wait for him. And it would be nice to have someone. It would be nice to think about a future in New Orleans, with a woman that stated he'd brought light into her life. But he couldn't really trust Lori would stick around. Emma sure hadn't and she'd been his high school sweetheart.

He supposed whether or not he trusted Lori didn't preclude him from getting to know her a little more. But he still needed to get back to the party without being seen.

"I can't do it, Margaret. Not tonight. Put me back on duty in the hospital, will you? I'm sure Sophie wants to go to the party."

Margaret sighed deeply. "Are you sure?"

Lori laughed, the sound bitter and beautiful all at once. "No! But if I go back there and I see him, I don't know what I'll do! I don't know if I can just let go of this and have a great night and wake up tomorrow and go on with my life. Maybe I can. But if I can't…I don't want to know what it'll feel like if I can't."

Margaret stared at her for a long time before nodding. "You are going to have to cultivate some inner strength if you're going to survive your assignments here, Loretta," she said. "If you care this much about everything, it's going to kill you." She stood and helped Lori up. "I'll drive you back to the hospital."

"Thanks," Lori replied. "And…look, don't tell any of the girls, okay? Just…tell them I wasn't in a party mood and decided to leave.”

"Fine."

The two women passed by Anderson and he focused up at Lori. His stomach turned when he saw the broken look on her face, and it was all he could do not to jump up and say I'll take it from here. She wanted him, and he'd be damned if he missed an opportunity to at least speak to her.

He had to find a reason to go to the hospital. Tonight.

[valleyfthdolls]

Went to make an inspiration chart for Lori and went overboard

(In order:

The Thing: Samara Morgan (onryo ver.), Kayako Saeki, a couple specific horror art pieces, Bon, The Rake, that one Max and Ruby creepypasta kinda?, the creature from Turn It Off, an old creepypasta I wrote

Jane Doe: Crybaby, Agatha, idk how to explain this one, the missing kids from fnaf, the crying child, Care NLM, normal Samara

Cody: Mike Schmidt, Vanessa Afton, Michael Afton, the crying child, Sammy Emily, Michael Brooks, Rachel Creed, Sophie Walten

Lori: Sophie Walten, Paul Leskowitz, Belle Leskowitz, Jenny Letterson, Laurie Strode (not where she got her name), Charlie Emily, the Jollibee FNAF fangame, the g. game over theme from Minish Cap., Public Void, the protagonist of Poppy Playtime, Teddy Bear by Melanie Martinez

[grangerliam]

LIAM GRANGER HEADCANON'S (2/?)

HC: If you're friends with Liam, there's a chance you've seen, at least, one of these movies. If you're close friends with Liam, you've very likely saw majorly, or all, of these films plus some. These would be his top 9 movies, but they are not his only. There's a longer list, some of which involve sequels of the movies mentioned above. -- He also has a crush on Jane Levy because of Evil Dead and Don't Breathe. His first crush was on Jessica Biel as Erin in TCM. OOC Side note: I make my friends watch my favorite horror movies with me, so I know he do, too.

Evil Dead (2013) - A remake to the 1981 movie, and honestly, a damn good one. The main character is a heroin addict, and her friends, and brother take her out to a cabin to help her get clean. One of the friends end up reading from a book that unleashes an evil in the cabin. The main character tries to warn everyone because weird stuff happens and she knows somethings wrong. No one believes her because they just assume she's withdrawing. And it goes about as well as what anyone would expect from there. ---- A royal mention to Evil Dead Rise that came out last year. He also loved that one, and has watched it multiple times. He enjoys the originals simply for that fact alone, they're originals. But he prefers these two.

Don't Breathe (2016) - A movie where neither side is really in the right, and a lot could've been avoided have the main characters not tried to break into a house that wasn't theirs. Nonetheless, a solid movie about three thieves that go up against a blind man who isn't as impaired al they thought. Just cause he can't see, don't his other senses aren't A1. And it's a fight to the death after that.

The Forsaken (2001) - Most people when asked what their favorite vampire movie is, they'd say 'The Lost Boys' or maybe 'Interview with a Vampire'. Liam's is the Forsaken. A underrated movie in his opinion, that takes a interesting spin on the lore of vampires. A film student who is hired to take a car across the country runs into a hitch hitcher who turns his life upside when they both pick up a blonde who seems like she's on drugs outside a dinner. But she was actually bitten by a vampire, and then proceeds to bite the film student when he tries to calm her down. All three are then on a race against time to kill "The Forsaken" which is the head vampire that holds the virus in their blood.

Halloween (1978) - Do I really need to say anything? It's a classic, and it's beloved by just about everyone. Jamie Lee Curtis as Lorie Strode. Arguably #1 Final Girl. Baby sitter, stalker man in a mask who's just trying to stab people. It's a classic.

Nightmare On Elm Street (1984) - Once again, another classic. A very original idea for a killer. Can't go wrong with this sleep traveling demon thing with knives for fingers and a burnt face.

Scream (1996) - Classic, classic, classic. The movie that refreshed the horror genre at its time. A masked killer who calls you and taunts you before he chases you and kills you. A solid story line that follows all 6 movies, without missing a beat. Killer is always human, and always someone you know. Great characters. Sidney Fucking Prescott. He also appreciates the other 5 movies as well.

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003) - A remake of the 1974 film of it's same name. While Liam respects the OG, he finds that this one is a pretty solid remake, and enjoys it occasionally. Jessica Biel is everything in this movie as well, so you know. A group of friends are road tripping across Texas, picks up a hitch hiker, said hitch hiker unalives herself. The group of friends try to find the cops, but instead come into the family of cannibals that make their trip literal hell.

The Ruins (2008) - Four friends are on vacation in Mexico when they come across another man, who befriends them. This man is on the look for his brother as he went on a sight seeing adventure and never returned home. The five of them don't expect much, and the four friends agree to go with their new friend to a place called 'The Ruins'. When they get there, they are immediately trapped there by town people, who don't speak English. So it's a huge miscommunication trope, but they eventually find out that The Ruins are these poisonous cannibal like vines that once you touch them, you are infected. They try to figure out how to get the hell out of there, but everything's against them at that point.

Vacancy (2007) - If we were to ask Liam (or me), what was an underrated movie in our opinions, this one would be at the top of the list. First off, Luke Wilson is phenomenal in this, which you wouldn't think of him as a horror movie actor, but he's fantastic. A husband and wife are on their way home after a family visit. They take the back roads, but their car breaks down, and unable to get a mechanic in the middle of the night, they are forced to say at this hideaway motel until morning. Well, turns out said motel is a breeding ground for snuff films, and these two must work out their differences (they're going through a divorce and lost their child), in order to survive the night.

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H20

I think H20 has gotten lost over the years, forgotten in contrast with H40. Or perhaps it’s just that too many people associated with the new continuity that it created, and still think of it in the same breath as Halloween Resurrection. H20 brings back Jamie Lee Curtis as Lori Strode… now an adult, teaching at a prep school under an assumed name. She’s falling deep into the bottle, and…

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I kind of like the idea that if Andy, Kyle, Nica, and/or Miss Fairchild don't take in the kids, Andy's mom takes them in. Not only does she already know about Chucky, but she’s done battle with him so that she could be like Lorie Strode in the 2018 Halloween Trilogy. She would be well prepared for Chucky’s potential arrival and would make sure the kids would be, too. They wouldn't mind because they feel safer with her constantly preparing for Chucky potentially coming after her

That would be so cool!

In the AUs, Karen is very much involved and instantly claims all the kids as her grandchildren, but the idea of her being 2018 Laurie Strode kinda prepared for Chucky is badass.

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I kind of like the idea that if Andy, Kyle, Nica, and/or Miss Fairchild don't take in the kids, Andy's mom takes them in. Not only does she already know about Chucky, but she’s done battle with him so that she could be like Lorie Strode in the 2018 Halloween Trilogy. She would be well prepared for Chucky’s potential arrival and would make sure the kids would be, too. They wouldn't mind because they feel safer with her constantly preparing for Chucky potentially coming after her

Ok I never thought about it this way before. I actually like that idea. Karen would take great care of them, I believe that. And imagining her in the Lorie Strode kinda role but in the Chucky franchise would be awesome!

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Michael Myers x Meg Thomas animated chase screens/overlays for Twitch.

Laurie would have been the obivious choice for this...which is why I went with Meg XD

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Michael Myers to start a horror sleeve 🔪

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lori keeps micheal myers on a child leash

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Allyson Nelson // Halloween (in red themes)

Requested by: @dadbod2016richie

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Michael seeing his s/o for the first time since 1978?

Michael Myers x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death

Content: angst, happy ending?

I LOVE this idea … Thank you … —>

 I saw it all go down, hiding in the place he put me just behind the strode household. I heard the terrified screams of Lori and saw the kids run out of the house. The screams didn't stop. I mean, how long can she scream for? That’s when I saw Doctor Samuel Loomis rush into the building, his trench coat flowing behind him, the glint of his gun hidden in his waistband revealed to my eyes as the side of his coat was pushed back by the force of the wind. My heart began to pound. I didn’t want Michael to get hurt. I thought about rushing in there but knew that Michael would get mad if I left the spot he placed me in. 

Hearing the first gunshot ring throughout the air, I pushed all thoughts aside and ran in anyway. As I was running in, I saw Michael being backed up to the balcony, a horrible fall awaiting him. Tears were streaming down my face by the time I reached where Lori sat, watching as Micheal was filled with bullets and fell off the edge of the platform. I was frozen, terrified of the possibility that he could be dead. I looked down at Lori and back to where Michael once stood, tears pooling up in the waterline of my eye as I realized that the love of my life had just been killed. I felt a hand grasp my arm and my head snapped to the side to see who had such a firm grip. 

Looking Doctor Loomis in the face brought an entirely new meaning of rage to me. One that only the criminally insane had bubbled up inside them. Despite these harsh emotions coming to life, I played it cool, acting as if I had been traumatized by the incident. The police had questioned me and Loomis asked him on his own about what my connections to Michael, Lori, or this entire incident were to which I answered that I was a friend of Lori’s and that I had grown up with Michael before he was taken away and it was all true. 

Micheal was once my friend when we were younger. We would play and do all sorts of things until that Halloween night when he murdered his sister in cold blood and stood out on the street corner for me and everyone else to see and his parents to find, caked in fresh blood and scratch marks caused by his sisters long nails trying to pry him away and off of her. A few years later, I got a job with Lori working at a grocery store that she left not to long after just starting. From there I searched everywhere for him, desperate to get him back but as time went on, I realized it was useless and knew, if he really did love me, he would return someday and we would be reunited. 

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Waking up in the morning to the bright sunlight pouring through the windows wasn’t as ‘serene’ as it was made out to be in the movies. It killed my eyeballs and blurred my vision. I threw my covers off of me and slid my legs to the side of the bed, my feet hitting the cold ground. I jumped up and walked over to the closet, getting ready for whatever today had to throw at me. When I opened the closet, the single set of Michaels old clothes still hung in the middle of everything else, reminding me of that very day. I quickly grabbed my things and got dressed, doing everything I needed to do. When I stepped out of my room and made it down the first step, I heard walking in my kitchen. I lived alone, no one to accompany for I didn’t desire the need to be with anyone except for Michael. I ran with light feet back to my room to grab the small handgun hidden under the bed and steadied it in front of me aimed and ready to fire. 

I slowly walked to the wall separating me and the kitchen and took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was to come. When I swiftly turned the corner, my heart stopped. This had to be a joke, a prank, SOMETHING. It was Michael, clad in his pale white mask and wearing a new suit most likely stolen from a victim of his. “Michael ?” I croaked. He just stared at me for the longest time and for a minute, I thought this was some sick dream but when he moved towards me, lifting his mask up above his lips in the process, I knew this was real. 

It was him it was really him and I could tell by the scar running down the side of his face. I dropped the gun, not being a very smart idea, and run to him, his arms lifting me off of the ground and enclosing me in the strongest bear hug I have had since that day. Tears ran down my face as he just held me there, enjoying the moment. He kissed my lips, longing for the taste of lips after so much time. I couldn’t believe it was him. He was really back and I was really in his arms. I felt his breathing as he broke the kiss and hug me once more before letting me go and throwing me over his shoulder to my room so we could relax and lay for a while but not too long, for he had people after him once again. But, for now, he was mine and I was his and NOTHING was going to get in our way.