#ask the boogeyman

[insidious-journalist]

Someone collared your boy toy

"Thanks for telling me, he looks damn good like this too, right Mikey?"

@ask-the-boogeyman original post here

[d4ngerous-shadowbanned]

[reverse+Leon] ❛  are you even listening to me?  ❜ / @ask-the-boogeyman

ANNOYANCE FLICKERS ACROSS THE AGENT'S face. How many times does he have to explain things ? His teeth grit together, but he closes his eyes, crossing his arms against his chest with a huff. " Are you even listening to me ? Will you even pay any attention to what I'm saying ? I'm getting tired of repeating myself to everyone. If you're not going to pay attention or listen - leave. I'm not dealing with this. This is not what I signed up for and if I have to go alone to get it done then I will and I will make sure I report it. "

[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

💞 [good luck XD]

💞 and my muse will say something nice about your muse

"Must I?

...

...

Fine. You're the most human-looking of the killers. Besides myself. Take it or leave it, that's all I've got."

[wanderingsongbird]

@ask-the-boogeyman asked:

Someone is watching the young woman outside of the trial, seemingly intrigued by her after sending that letter out. Perhaps the kind gestures have made an impression.

Kate could feel that shiver that went down her spine for a while now. She had been on her way to one of the trees she had kept some of her things in. Funny that she could find her way back to those instead of the past campfires she knew, but perhaps things moved where people did not. The songbird had long since stopped questioning the strange things in this Fog.

Though she did pause, looking around for whatever caused that spine tingle. "Someone out there?" Though she called quietly, it seemed as if it echoed loudly in these woods.

[splinter-sister]

@ask-the-boogeyman

All it took was one wrong turn and the bullheadedness about turning back that added up to one Prickly Pear being Blair Witch levels of lost out in the woods. It was supposed to be an easy point A to B walk that turned into walking into Narnia. She made a cut through the woods from the original paved road she was walking on the side of, to end up on this unpaved, more back woods looking road. After walking some distance she had realized she messed up big time, but couldn’t find where she originally cut through. Being rather embarrassed with herself and not wanting to risk losing the only path she had now, she’s been trekking on this dirt road through these tree filled mountains for hours. The sun is going down as well. She’s been talking to and berating herself for the past half hour as a way to have some kind of company while moving on. 

“This is how people end up goin’ missing. I didn’t need a compass, I said. Hitchhikin’ will work, I said. Jus’ take a shortcut, I said!” She spins on her heel to turn backwards, looking from where she came from and put her arms out beside her to beckon in a reply.

“Why th’ hell ain’t there any cars on this damn road!” Her shouted question echoes in the area with no answer given back. The scattered pebbles and gravel on the road crunch under her boots, being the only accompanying sound to her complaining. She noticed it a while ago, but the silence here is uncanny. There’s no birds or other sounds around her. It’s just her footsteps and own voice. She doesn’t remember when the songs of nature stopped, only when she started to feel uneasy while walking. 

Letting her hand fall back to her sides, she turns back around to keep walking. There’s got to be some kind of town or civilization around here somewhere. It’s just a matter of time till she gets there. At least she packed a backpack. 

[judgcmcnt]

@ask-the-boogeyman​​ prayed

The Shape finds himself within the decaying halls of Midwich, the trial long since over, collapsing into red and silent screams. Once more the Entity, whichever it may be, has decided to put him elsewhere rather than Haddonfield. Taking the time to glance around coldly, the silent killer begins to walk through the halls, unaware that someone else may be nearby.

He had sensed the other’s presence as soon as he stepped into his domain. Dark, heavy, full of sin....

The Red God had interactions with the Shape before and knew it was him from his presence alone. It makes him wonder why he is here, knowing that Michael would rather stay in Haddonfield than anywhere else. He doubts it’s curiosity so perhaps the Entity had a hand in it. The thought brings irritation.

Still though Pyramid Head keeps his distance, the stalker becoming the stalked. He does not view Michael himself as a threat, if anything he thinks the other killer is just trying to find a way out, so he does not think he needs to intervene. His unrepented deeds beg to be punished, most likely the cause when Red even lingers to watch him...but that will come another time.

Lucky him.

[tviirus]

[OG Night Michael, after being shot+plot twist :3c] It isn't often that he finds himself where his body wishes to give out, but there he is. Laying there. It only takes moments for him to actually rise and leave... And it's a few days later and he still hasn't been found. Then there's a creak in the Strode's home, unsteady steps being made inside the kitchen. The parents are dead asleep... So who could it be, Laurie? / @ask-the-boogeyman

the  transition  hadn’t  been  easy.  readjusting  was  taking  longer  than  she  was  expecting.  how  could  she  just  act  like  nothing  had  happened  ?  her  friends  were  dead  and  it  was  just  her.  she  had  no  one  who  could  understand  her.  the  nights  seemed  to  have  just  been  getting  longer  and  longer.

the  paranoia  only  grew  with  each  night  as  since  she’s  returned  home  --  and  that  resulted  in  her  being  a  light  sleeper.  hearing  the  noise  in  the  kitchen  at  an  hour  did  ring  some  alarms.  slowly,  the  teenager  gets  up  and  makes  her  way  down,  making  sure  she  had  her  crochet  needles  on  hand.  maybe  it  was  one  of  her  parents.  maybe  it  was  an  animal  that  had  snuck  in.

it  had  to  be  anyone  but  HIM,  right  ?

[the-game-warden]

For Jake, Corruption was a lot like a sort of consciousness hibernation. It wasn’t that he was completely out of it, but his sentience took something of a back seat. His thoughts were a lot quieter, driven mostly by instinct rather than reason. And where he might’ve otherwise been more cautious, curiosity had a tendency to take over.

That’s how he found himself exploring Haddonfield. It was between trials, his form still twisted from his interaction with the Plagas virus, and he was searching for… Something. It wasn’t like he was actually hungry. He didn’t feel that the same way in the Fog. But despite that he still dug through the cabinets and refrigerators of abandoned suburban homes.

He was halfway through tearing into a box of stale dog biscuits with his mandibles when he felt his spines shudder, his hair standing up on the back of his neck.

He turned his head. Someone was watching him.

[viralstars]

∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . (DBD?)

nonverbal prompts (too lazy to go find link)

The Shape fought like a caged, feral animal.

It wasn't as though Wesker lacked the means to combat him, it was more that he simply hadn't been expecting to need to-- Michael Myers, from what he had seen thus far, was generally quite calm. But as it turns out, apparently he had taken exception to something Wesker had said-- what exactly, he didn't know, but he supposed even if he asked, he wouldn't get a straight answer, now would he?

He ducks under a fist that comes flying toward him, shifting left to get out from between the larger man's arms. Myers had hit him hard enough that he's honestly suprised there's not a dent in the wall where he landed. "Let's talk this out like adults," he encourages. "No need to be so violent...."

[tequilamoonrock]

❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . [He may not console.. but he's watching LMAO, uhh Ji-Woon?]

It's not often Ji-Woon allows himself to cry - if he had it his way, it would be never, but despite everything he's still (regrettably) a human, and humans can (again, regrettably for him) get overwhelmed. Crying is a part of life, and he can do it on cue if needed, but it's been a long time since he's genuinely broken down like this.

In a way, the anger he feels at himself for showing such weakness is worse than what actually caused this spike in emotions, which is why he finds himself all but shaking, frustrated tears making themselves very known. He's tucked himself away in some far corner of the Fog, shame being another prevalent emotion coursing through him, and for once he really does not want to be seen.

Of course, fate (and maybe the Entity) has other plans for him, as he feels a very familiar prickling sensation - he's being watched. For a moment he thinks to ignore everything, keep his face tucked into his knees and hope they just fucking go away, but eventually he risks raising his head, dread rising as he takes in the sight of the Shape. Of course he couldn't catch a goddamn break today.

" What the fuck do you want? " It comes out a lot more watery and less threatening than intended, but Ji-Woon's feelings towards his company are easy to discern.

[insidious-journalist]

Apparently, that Boogeyman did something to a Jake for you, what's that about?

This is something that might need a bit more than a single little drawing on his already filling page of sketches. The Ghostface sets the page aside and grabs a new one, this time just using a normal pencil. "Well, since you asked... Long story short he found me caught in one of the Huntress's nets while I was out scouting. He decided to poke fun at my situation like a prick and got really pissed when I asked him to let me go."

"And so he cut the rope. I fell, broke my leg, and passed out for a bit until I woke up to Anna putting me out of my misery. I woke up near my house with a limp and slept it off. Now where Mikey fits in is that me and him have kinda... Reached an understanding. The big guy likes my company. And I like his. And so when I mentioned offhand that a Jake Park broke my leg and then broke into my house... He got upset. And decided to teach him a lesson."

"Let me make it clear that I didn't tell him to do shit. This wasn't some sort of favor... You don't just command Michael Myers to attack people. All I did was tell him to make it clear why he was doing it, so Jake didn't get mixed signals. That's all."

The resulting sketch was of Myers standing plainly and still as per usual, with Danny in his trials outfit next to him with an arm wrapped around his shoulders. They're both evidently very bloody, but there's a few scattered hearts around the drawing.

[cursed-legacy]

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[manufactoredxbyxdesign]

Michael is 6'6"

"Good."

[serialreporter]

@ask-the-boogeyman said: [Reverse] ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜

200 random dialogue prompts. (accepting!)

The Ghost Face was nothing if not shrewd and practiced. Every design he executed over the years was one born of passion and thorough planning, every story told in such a way that left readers throwing nervous glances over their shoulders as they walked home from their humdrum workplace. A feat that Danny was quite proud of, not a care in the world placed upon him and his questionable hobbies.

News articles littered the room, meticulously cut from various daily papers, all detailing the work of a masked killer at large. While it wasn't the most accurate recreation of his shitty apartment back home, the man was perfectly content regardless. His stories had been preserved within this realm, thanks to the Entity.

Turning to face his guest, you could swear there was a glint of misplaced pride shining through the empty eye holes of his mask. Micheal Myers ... Not a man of many words, as the smaller killer had come to find ( not that it mattered, the escaped convict was nothing short of impressively terrifying. ) " Every last paragraph, " He confirms with a smile in his voice. " What do you think ? "

[infecdead-a]

⸻ @ask-the-boogeyman sent. violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ? ( adrian )

i think it would depend on the person, like he already has a general distrust of the general population and honestly expects something to happen. this is due to him being in numerous situations as a child where he thought he could trust someone and it bit him back so many times.

an example being if anyone that he tolerates but doesn't completely trust betrays him, obviously it would hurt him but adrian would tell himself that it was to expected and it was stupid of him to think otherwise.

if someone, who adrian trusts implicitly and wholeheartedly betrays him? it would be utterly devastating to the point that he would just... shut down and close himself off. it would make him doubt the trust he has with others, would they betray him as well? he does not like being vulnerable with others and it would just reinforce the belief that it's better off to not get close and keep people outside of the walls he built for himself.

[ninetailedvulpecula]

(Closed starter for @ask-the-boogeyman)

Leaves crunching underfoot was the only sound to be heard in the widely expansive forest, the sparkling blue Kitsune seemingly lost in thought as they walked along. Every so often, the fox paused to mark their way with a sign of sorts- a claw mark to a tree, a small cairn, even a broken tree branch to make their path. Kitsu was always careful to be as sporadic as possible with their markings- lest something follow them back to the camp uninvited.

Straining to look through the numerous trees and rocks that studded the environment before them, something intriguing caught the fox’s eye. Walking closer, keeping their paws shoved deep into their pockets as the chilly air whipped by them. Stopping dead in their tracks, not expecting to find a familiar sight before them- Haddonfield. Whipping out a small notepad the Kitsune kept on them, they wrote down the town’s name, underlining it twice- what a fascinating discovery, another realm!

It was always interesting when the vulpine stumbled across another realm, seemingly spending what felt like days mapping out the various structures and scribbling down interesting tidbits about the surrounding area in a small notebook they carried on them. Pages upon pages filled with these makeshift maps, notes and small pencil drawings littered the bound book that the fox held close as they explored. The landscape seemed to shift ever so slightly between trials, but the maps they created held some vague ideas of the general area- anything to understand the trials better and to give them a slim advantage, aiming to be at least on par with the survivors that have been here the longest.

The journaling started out as a means to stay away from the bonfire longer, anything to not maintain their pesky human illusion constantly, but had quickly turned into a blissful form of escapism- a rare thing in the Fog, nonetheless for the Kitsune. They soon found themselves exploring more than they lingered at the survivor camp, finding the freedom of the forest and its many secrets more comforting than safety in numbers.

Looking around at the seemingly deserted ghost town before them, taking in the standard sights of suburbia that seemed so familiar yet so strange in a place like this, out in what felt like the actual middle of nowhere. It was just their luck- it had been quite awhile since Kitsu had come across anything this special.

As they made their way into the town, the fox couldn’t help but feel… watched. They found the sensation silly- they had never run into any other killers, or survivors, for that matter, out on their excursions. Still, something unnerved them about this place, causing the fur on their tails and the back of their neck to stick up. Pushing the ridiculous feeling aside, the Kitsune sat on the steps of the closest house, flipping to a new page in their book as they started to draw out the house diagonal from them, finding it a suitable subject for a quick sketch.