#they don’t know about Captain Spaulding
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theflyingdesk · 2 years ago
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workingforthewidow · 1 year ago
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What is up bitches and hoes. Ya girl is back. And by back I mean my cat brain was able to hyper fixate on something long enough to write for it. Also I’m in my ‘final girl’ ‘slasher fucker’ era. So be prepared for some fucked up shit. I am unhinged and hot for men that wear masks and kill people and people that just kill people in general. So onto the show. This is my first time writing and posting in forever so plz be nice lol
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Pairings: Otis Driftwood X Stockholm syndrome!reader (darling is in so deep there’s no coming back). Reader X platonic Firefly family.
She/her pronouns for reader. I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum, did mention pulling readers hair a lot but I mean i pull my husbands hair a lot and he has short hair so yeah.
Warnings: as stated reader is in deep for Otis like so much Stockholm syndrome going on. Slight smut. I think like 1 single use of Daddy in a power play way. Reference to non-con. This is Otis we are talking about so he can be a warning himself. But also OOC Otis. His mood swings will give you whiplash. Blood. Lots of blood. Killing people. Guns used in a sexual way. Knives. If there’s any major i missed please let me know! But yeah- don’t like it don’t read it.
Word count: 4,245
God i am so feral for this man.
Also a big THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU to the person who inspired me to write again go check out their work if you haven’t: @lovely-cryptid
Ugh i am so nervous to post this but imma do it! Link to part 2
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She sometimes wondered if her family even knew she was missing or that she had even left. The whole reason she was out on that lonely road was her attempt to leave everything behind, everyone behind. So in a sense she did succeed in that but this was not what she had in mind when she pictured her freedom from her mother and her step-father. She had pictured herself in a big city with a cute little apartment with big windows that looked out over a park or maybe water. She’d have a good job but nothing too fancy. Working in a bookstore maybe or a flower shop. Something where she could be creative. But this wasn’t that magical place. Not even close.
Well you could say that she got to be creative in some sense. If you count being the muse and model for an insane blood thirsty ‘artist’ as creative. Sometimes he did let her pick out some of the smaller details of his work. Like how the hair was styled if it involved a human. But for the most part she was there for him to use when he needed to take out his anger and frustration. “Fucking my pretty little princess always cures the artist block” he would say as he pounded into her without a care for how she felt. All that matter was he got his dick wet. She didn’t mind thought. It kept him happy and she loved him when he was happy. He was kinder.
She could have never imagine this would be her life when she ran out of her mother’s house a year ago. A year, had it really been a year? Was it October already? She couldn’t be too sure. He rarely let her out of his, their, room unless it was to eat at the table as a family. The last time she was able to see a calendar was in August when he took her to the ‘museum’ to give Captain Spaulding the newest exhibit.
She had to beg on her knees for him to let her come along with him. That led to him agreeing with a stipulation of course, “Already on your knees princess might as put that mouth to work. Show me how badly you wanna go.” After giving into his demands she was able to leave the Firefly house and make the trip to see Spaulding. They only stayed a few minutes. Enough time for him to set up his ‘art’ and for her to see that the calendar read “August 17” but looking back what if that was wrong? It didn’t have the year on it, that calendar could have been from 5 years ago for all she knew.
At that point she figured she might as well ask him the date. She had been good the last few weeks. He had even told her that himself. He was being nicer only calling her a slut or a whore when he was fucking her in anger. But now he was calling her sweet things like ‘princess and sweetheart’ he had even called her baby once. But Baby heard him say that and hit the fan mad. Not that Baby didn’t like her. In all fairness her and Baby had become pretty good friends. She would even dare to say best friends. When he was being nice he would let Baby come to the room and talk to her. If he was being really nice and she had been really good for him, he would let her go to Baby’s room. That was the best. Baby would do her hair and makeup and dress her up in pretty outfits. He only let her wear her tiny jean shorts, which she was pretty sure he had cut shorter then when she bought them and a shirt that barely covered her breast. During the winter he had let her wear one of his flannel shirts over her outfit after Mama Firefly got onto him when the poor girl about froze to death. Texas winters could be as brutal as Texas summers if you were in the right place.
“Otis?” She called softly from her place on the bed but then cringed when she realized her mistake. He had been working on a new ‘project’ all morning his back to her and she couldn’t really see what was being created.
“Try again Princess. Get it right or I’ll have to punish you. And you’ve been so good for me for so long.” He didn’t even turn to look at her but she knew he was smirking to himself. He always found pleasure in the little roles he had created for them. But this was no game or play that came to end. This was her life.
“I’m sorry Daddy,” Otis was sure if he hadn’t had been listening for the response it would have been too soft for him to hear. He heard the bed squeak signaling she had moved. In the corner of his eye he could see her kneel next to him and soon felt her hand on his thigh. He looked down to see her staring up at him with her big innocent eyes. His innocent little pretty princess. His naive little sweetheart.
“Good girl, what do you want?” He ran his hand through her hair once before grabbing a fist full at the base of her skull forcing her to stay looking up at him.
“Um, I, I, um. Just was wondering, what’s the date?”
“Tuesday.” Was that all she wanted. Interrupted his work for that.
“No, like what is the date? Like what month is it and the day?”
He tightened his fist in her hair making her whine at the pain “Why the fuck does it matter? Have some place to be? A hot date waiting for you?”
With tears pricking at her eyes she tried to follow his hand to relieve the pressure on her head. “No, no. I only want to be here with you. No where else. With no one else.” She made her eyes wide again trying to get back on his good side with her innocent look. He loved that look.
He loosened his grip on her hair and scratched his chin as if he had to think long and hard about the date.
“It’s October 30. Now why the fuck does it matter? It ain’t your birthday seeing as Baby isn’t fucking around insisting on a party for her little best friend. So what’s so important about today huh?” He had bent down his nose brushing against hers lips barely brushing.
“It’s been a year. A year since you brought me home with you.” She smiled. He may be mean when he’s angry but she did fell at home with him. He did care for her. He did love her. At least that’s what she told herself.
“Didn’t think you’d be so much a little romantic princess. What you want some little anniversary dinner? Think I’m gonna buy you little presents? This is your present sweetheart. You ain’t dead.” He growled in her ear and moved away from her face. “Now get back on the bed and shut your fucking mouth. I’m almost done and if you interrupt again I’ll have Tiny take you down to the basement for the night.”
Her eyes went wide in terror. She hated the basement. Tiny wasn’t bad, they had become pretty good friends. But the basement was not fun. It was dark and cold and damp. Otis had made her stay in the basement when he first brought her to the house after picking her up off the side of road where her car had ‘broken down’ aka where RJ had shot her tires out. It took her a few days to calm down and stop the kicking and screaming. It had only taken a few whips with his belt and the threats of deaths for her to finally listen to him. But she realized once she was being good that he did just want what was best for her. She saw how many girls he brought in and killed. But he chose her. He saved her and kept her safe. Kept her warm and well fed. And as long as she was good for him he was good to her.
“Yes, sir.” She responded quickly as it was a toss up if he wanted her response at all or if that itself would get her to the basement. She crawled back up the bed and laid out on her stomach facing him so she could watch him work. He was painting today.
He turned briefly looking to see if she followed his demand. Which she had, as she always did- his perfect little princess. How lucky he was when he found her. He hadn’t planned originally on keeping her but she was different from the others. She screamed sure but there was something about her eyes. He could tell she was naive but also wouldn’t mind some blood. Her eyes screamed innocence but at the same time he could tell she had seen some of the horrors of this world. He would later learn that horror of hers was from her abusive parents. She didn’t tell him outright but her nightmares usually came along with sleep talking and he had pried a lot of her in her unconscious state.
“Good girl, princess.” He praised her before turning back to his work. She did as she was told and stayed silent for the next hour while he worked. Finally by midnight he was done and she had passed out waiting for him on the bed. He grabbed her hair again and pulled her up, her hands flying up to grab his wrist and looked up at him with now wide awake eyes. “All done princess. You want dinner?”
Oh right they didn’t eat dinner. Odd, Baby normally always came to collect them for dinner when Otis was working. She knew that he would get caught up in his work and forget to feed her little best friend.
She nodded as best she could with his grip on her hair. “Yes please.” She didn’t realize how hungry she was until the thought of dinner crossed her mind.
“Come on then hurry up. Put these on.” He ordered throwing her short skirt and shoes at her. Why was he making wear her shoes? The skirt she knew, even if it barely covered her it was enough to keep Hugo off her a bit. But the shoes? She wasn’t supposed to wear shoes in the house that was one of the rules. “Mama didn’t make enough dinner for us. Seems she forgot about us. Figured I’d be nice and take you somewhere. That’s what you wanted right? Some kinda anniversary dinner?”
“If that’s what you want. I just want to make you happy.” She said slipping on her shoes as ordered.
“Of course you do sweetheart. Come on lets go.” Otis grabbed her wrist and pulled her down the stairs and out to his truck. He threw her into the passenger seat before getting in the driver side. Once the truck was started the radio came on playing her favorite Frank Sinatra song.
She gasped and smiled wide. “I love this song.” She said without thinking before clasping her hand over her mouth. Another one of his rules- Don’t speak unless given permission. She looked up at him with her big eyes. “I’m sorry I was just excited and…”
Otis moved his hand to her thigh gripping the skin so hard she knew she’d have a handprint shaped mark in the morning. She stilled and waiting for his next move.
“Don’t have to apologize for that sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl. Maybe it’s time to change the rules a little, yeah?” He smiled at her with his wicked smile that would send shivers down anyone else’s spine and pulled her closer to him running his hand higher up her thigh. “You be a good girl while we’re out and when we get home. Tomorrow I’ll think about changing your rules.”
She took a breath. He was happy with her. So happy he was going to change her rules. Maybe she would be allowed to leave the room without him. Spend more time with Baby and Tiny. Or even Mama. She loved Mama. Mama was everything she wished her mother had been.
Finally Otis pulled the truck off to a 24 hour roadside dinner. There were only a couple cars, probably belonging to the workers, and a few long haul trucks. Otis got out and pulled her along with him. Once her feet hit the ground he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead, “Be good.” It was a simple command and a simple warning. “Be good” meant not only behave in general but also “don’t you dare tell anyone what happens at home.” He had only taken her out in public once, outside of her trips to Captain Spaulding’s, when he took her to buy her new outfits for her to wear for him. And by outfits of course that means bras that barely hold her tits and panties that barely covered anything. Along with a few short skirts and shorts. He didn’t like when Hugo eyed his woman. But oh how Otis loved to see his princess dressed up for him.
She reached up and kissed him on his cheek. She knew he loved it when she showed him affection. “Of course. Always a good girl for you.” She promised him.
They made it to the door and he was even kind enough to hold the door open for her. The waitress at the counter greeted them and told them to find a seat anywhere. He found them a booth far in the corner away from everyone else and pulled her down in his lap grabbing the menu. He let her trail her fingers over it reading each line and finally pointing out what she wanted. Of course, the sweetest thing on the menu. The waitress made her way over and smiled at them.
“Y’all need a minute or are you ready to order?”
Otis tightened his grip on her waist and she knew that meant stay quiet.
“Water, coffee, bacon and scrambled eggs, and the waffles.” He didn’t even look the waitress in the eye. “Chocolate chips on the waffles.”
She must have been really good if he was letting her have sweet treats.
The waitress nodded, writing down the order, before going to the kitchen.
They sat in silence. His hand drifting up and down her leg as they waited. A few minutes go by and the waitress reappears with a tray holding the drinks and food. “Here ya go darlings. Anything else?” Otis waves her off with a huff and she retreats back to the counter where a few truckers are sitting.
He takes a slice of bacon and chews it loudly in her ear before holding a piece to her mouth. “Eat up princess. I’ve been thinking about this whole anniversary non-sense and I think if I’m being so nice getting you this food then when we get home we will play one of our little games.”
She nodded happily, giggling and wiggling in his lap feel him grow harder under her. Playing games meant he was happy and in a good mood. She let him feed her until the plates were cleared. The waitress returned at that point slapping the bill on the table before turning on her heel walking away. She obviously did not enjoy being waved off earlier.
“Did you like it Princess? Wanna come back?” Was the game already starting? He didn’t normally ask her her preferences. “I didn’t like. I don’t think we’ll be back.”
“It was okay. Not as good as Mama’s cooking.” Mama made the best waffles.
Without a word and without looking at the bill Otis stood up and started walking her to the door.
“Sir you need to pay the bill! Excuse me!” The waitress yelled from behind the counter. Otis smirked down at his girl and chuckled darkly. He then whirled around and pull his gun from his waistband.
“I don’t have to do shit bitch.” He then grabbed her hand and threw her back in the truck speeding away towards home.
He was driving far past the speed limit, as fast as a bat out of hell. She looked up at him with her big eyes then down at the gun in-between them in the seat of the truck. He had never brought it out in front of her. He liked to use his knifes, belts, or even his hands on her. She couldn’t even name a time she had a gun this close outside of being on a police officers hip.
“Not gonna fucking bite you. What the little princess never seen a gun before?” He eyes burned on her. She shook her head. “Well then Princess, why don’t we start the game now?” He grabbed the gun and pressed it against against her temple. “Open those legs pretty girl.” She did as she was told and he moved the gun down her body until it was between her legs. “You fucking get off on this and cum without permission I will blow your brains out. Don’t care how much a pretty fuck you are. Understood?”
She let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “Yes.”
He slid the barrel of the gun against her folds making her shiver against the cold metal. He kept it up at a steady pace for what felt like hours but he made sure to never reach right where she wanted him. She was looking straight ahead trying to find any landmarks showing they were close to home. Right as she was about to work up the nerve to ask him, he finally hit her sweet spot. She moaned and threw her head back.
“There we go princess. Don’t forget the rules.” He moved faster bringing her close to the edge and pulling away. Finally the light of the house came into view. He stopped the truck but continued playing with her for a few minutes before pulling the gun away from her core.
He looked it over before grabbing her chin, “Open wide sweetheart. You made my gun dirty, now you gotta suck it clean. Be a good girl.” Be a good girl. Yes she is a good girl for him. She opened her mouth sticking out her tongue letting him slide the barrel into her mouth. She began licking and sucking her juices off the shiny metal when she heard a click. She gulped and looked at him to see his wicked smile. “Good girls don’t have to worry if the safety is off. And you’re a good girl right?” She nodded and continued until he finally pulled away wiping her spit off on his shirt. He then got out of the truck pulling her along with him as always. “Good girl, now you have 2 minutes to get that pretty ass upstairs and ready in our room. Wear the white.” Oh he really wanted to play today. He only had her wear a white set if he intended to stain it red. “Timer’s already started Princess I’d hurry if I was you.” He slapped her hard on her ass kicking her into gear. She darted into the house trying to be careful not to knock anything over. She reached the threshold of their room when she heard him slam the front door shut meaning she had about 1 minute left. She ripped off her clothes and threw on the first white lace bra and panties she could find. Once she was dressed she dropped to her knees sitting back on her heels, hands in her lap, looking up and waiting.
Otis finally opened the bedroom door and smirked at the sight before him. She was so pretty like that. Ready and waiting to suck his cock. He walked up to her stripping his clothes as he walked holding his belt in his hands. “Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes? On the bed arms up.”
She followed his orders and laid down arms against the headboard. She knew the drill at this point. He looped the belt around her wrist securing her to the bed. He then tied a blindfold around her eyes. This game was her favorite. She didn’t know why but he always was happier after they played this game.
A drawer opened and she heard the clicks of metal against metal. She then felt an ice cold blade against her throat. “One sound. One single sound and I will gut you like a pig. Got it?” She nodded to the best of her ability. “Good girl now be quiet.” The knife moved across her body slowly. She had yet to feel skin break. He moved up and down her arms and her legs. Around her bellybutton and traced the insides of her thighs. Then the feeling was gone. And she heard the rustling sound of clothes being thrown on and the bedroom door slamming.
This wasn’t part of the game. He was suppose to cut her, carve his name on her and lick the blood. Slice her up with tiny cuts that would bead some bubbles of blood enough for him to paint her in but not enough to kill her or even truly hurt her. But he never left before it was over. He didn’t always stay long afterwards, aftercare is not in his vocabulary but he never left before they were done.
Had he decided he was done with her? Was he going to get RJ and Tiny so they could be ready to take her body when he was done with it? Questions and thoughts started whirling in her head. Fear creeping up on her. She was alone again. She was alone and going to die. Her life with the Firefly’s wasn’t perfect but it was hers and she was enjoying it.
Tears started to slip from her eyes wetting the blindfold that had been tied to her. Maybe he was going to leave her here to starve. Let her have a final meal and then starve her. Her tears soon turned to sobs and before she knew it her breathing was getting shaky. Everything was spinning even though she couldn't see anything. Her brain was spinning it felt like. Her body was shaking violently.
“The fuck is wrong with you girl?” His voice boomed into the room and he removed his belt from her hands pulling her into his lap before taking off the blindfold. He was being oddly kind, like he was worried about her.
She continued to shake and sob for a minute before finally calming down enough to look at him. “You, you, you left. You never leave until the game is finished. Left me alone again.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Someone wondered up the property Princess. Had to make sure the cops weren’t showing up. Don’t need the pigs here when I have a pretty little runaway in my bed.” Then in a rare moment, a very rare moment that had only happened once when he was drunk but she counted it because it was the only time it happened; he kissed her. Like a real kiss from someone you love not a power play. “Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you Princess. I promise.”
She wiped her eyes and looked up at him like he was the center of her whole universe, “You won’t abandon me, right?” It was barely a whisper almost as if she was unsure if she could ask.
Otis brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, “You’re mine forever silly girl. I love you.”
Those three words. The three little words he knew would hook her right in again. He didn’t have to worry about anything as long as he dangled that little carrot in front of her face once every couple weeks. He wasn’t sure if he even meant it. In the beginning he knew he didn’t but now as time had gone on he wasn’t sure anymore. Maybe this pretty little princess from the other side of Texas was changing him.
“I love you too.” She sighed kissing his neck before snuggling into him. There would be no wicked game for a few hours. He would be kind. He would let her sleep next to him. Let her snuggle up on his chest while he played with her hair. Let her have a few hours where they played like they were a normal couple, just a man and his girl sleeping the night away.
But Otis Driftwood was anything but just a man. He was different and he knew it. But she was different too. Maybe she was meant to be here. Meant to be his girl forever. But that was a problem for another day. A day when he was 7 beers deep and didn't have to think too hard.
“Goodnight Princess you can sleep now. I ain't going anywhere. And when you wake up, I’ll let you go to Baby’s room.” He kissed her hair again and moved them down on the bed throwing the blanket over them.
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bratdotcom · 7 months ago
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CAPTAIN SPAULDING'S HOUSE OF HORROR
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( Ethan Winters x GN!reader || drive-in movie theater date ♡ typical horror movie elements ahead!! nothing too harsh, though, enjoy !! ♡ )
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You can hear Ethan humming to himself from inside as he grabs two tubs of popcorn at the stand some feet away, one for him, one for you. It’s Buttered and salted, just the way you wanted. He hurries over to your parking spot, in the corner of his eye he can see the credits begin to roll on the screen. His sneakers squeak a bit against the asphalt as he walks over to his car, unintentionally giving you a scare as you see his head pop in through the open window of his vintage Dodge Challenger.  “Oh shit, sorry.” Ethan chuckles to himself as he passes your tub of popcorn through the open window to you, leaning in to make sure it doesn’t spill, stretching his hand out to hand it to you. “Here,” he says with a huff, a little strained. It’s not like he takes the time to stretch often, the least he did was hold them out in front of himself in the mirror. Besides that, Ethan was as stiff as a stick.
He props the driver’s side door open, hopping into his seat with a bounce. “How’s the movie so far? Didn’t miss anything, did I?” he asks, looking over at you with a tired smile.
You’ve both been looking forward to this entire week, the both of you pooling aside enough money for a parking spot and snacks.
“Typical B-horror movie stuff. Trust me, you didn’t miss much.” you reply, tossing a couple popcorn pieces into your mouth as you watch the screen. “Why’d you pick this place for our date anyway?” you ask him with popcorn-filled cheeks, your words slightly muffled as you spoke. 
“I wanted an excuse to take you out in my car.” he jokes softly, sipping soda from the cup you paid too much for. You chuckle a bit at his excuse, knowing there was definitely more behind that happy-to-be-there look on his face. 
You were there, he was there, both of you were there for something. You didn’t pay thirty dollars worth of snacks and drinks for nothing. 
“This is actually one of my favorite movies.” Ethan admits as you both watch the final girl get snatched by one of the crazed family members and brought into a gruesome-looking room. Brutal. “Really?” you asked, glancing dubiously over at him. He had some sort of look in his eye, a shine, even as he stared up at the screen in black and white.
”Yeah, really.” he replies, feeding a handful of popcorn into his mouth again. Halfway through the bag, and you’re barely an hour and  fifteen minutes into the movie about a crazy family tormenting teenagers. One of Ethan’s favorites. Huh. 
As if he can read your mind, Ethan speaks up sheepishly; “It’s really cheesy but..” Ethan laughs to himself, a complete 180 to what was happening on screen. You listen intently to his words, drowning out the screams of the people on screen. The revs and roars of chainsaws too. All for him. 
“This is one of the first movies I watched in college. When I first moved out. You probably didn’t hear about this movie before I told you about it, right? It’s really obscure.” Ethan looks at you with an excited  smile on his face as he speaks. You don’t realize it for a moment, but you’re smiling as well. It cracks across your face easily when he speaks. Hearing the sincerity and fondness in his voice as he spoke made you feel something too. 
“Right. What’s this movie called again? Captain Spaulding’s…?” You trail off, the name of the movie lingering on the tip of your tongue. “Captain Spaulding’s House of Horror.” Ethan says the full title of the movie, which was a mouthful to say without hesitation. 
“Captain Spaulding’s House of Horror.” you repeat word-per-word, nodding your head.
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The movie ends with a psychedelic looking still of the supposed final girl getting dragged down into a shallow grave by a man in a bunny costume. The shocked gasps and screams of the other couples around you at the sudden jumpscare doesn’t get much of a reaction out of you as you sip from your soda cup. Both of your tubs of popcorn finished, you glance over at Ethan to see what he thought of the ending, despite the fact that he told you he’s seen this film before and that it was one of his favorites. His cheeks were filled with the remnants of his tub of popcorn, eyes all wide as if he were trying to burn the still of the final girl screaming and being dragged to her demise into his retinas. 
“So,” Ethan takes the soda cup away from you, placing it next to his. What a gentleman. “What do you think?” he asks, leaning a bit closer to you as the credits roll over the screen. “You don’t seem too scared by it.” he comments, a bit surprised by how unfazed you looked. 
“I can’t believe you watched this.” you say, the expression on Ethan’s face shifts and his brow turns up in a note of near-hurt concern.
“Did you not like the movie? Was the ending too cliche for you?” He starts, almost stricken at the thought of it being a bust of a date. 
“Without me.” you add quickly, and the nervous  look on his face fades as quick as the stoic one on yours does, both of you cracking stupid grins at each other as he gladly listened to what you loved about the movie. 
Captain Spaulding’s House of Horror. 
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“You had me worried back there,” Ethan chuckles on the drive home, his hands loosely gripping the steering wheel. Neither of you were in a rush to get back home, the thrilling feeling of watching the movie still lingered in the air, your lower jaw hurt a bit from talking about what you thought about the movie. “I’m really glad you showed me that movie, hon.” you say, leaning your head on his shoulder as he drives. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have seen Captain Spaulding’s Horror House.” Ethan notes the subtle error in the way you said the movie’s title, it takes everything in him not to correct you and seem like an asshole. He’d rather smash his head on his steering wheel than seem like an asshole. “I mean- Captain Spaulding’s House of Horror.” you quickly correct yourself as soon as you catch on to your little mistake. 
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slasherbish · 2 years ago
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Run Rabbit (HTC OC's x Baby, Otis, Spaulding)
AN once in the HOTC world it will take place about 10 years before the first movie.
Blair pov
I sat on our black leather couch. I’m pretty sure Graves found it next to some apartment dumpster and it was partially held together by brightly colored duct tape. My closest friends and roommates were sitting with me, April on the couch and Graves in a stolen bean bag chair right next to the couch. We were watching our favorite movie, House of 1000 Corpses with the sequel being second favorite. As a group we probably watched it once every other week. 
Normal POV.
  April Locke was a short, maybe five feet two inches, yet busty woman somewhere in her mid thirties, bright cerulean eyes were complimented by pale skin and deep black hair that was more often than not dyed to match her eyes. Her hair easily reached her waist even when tied back in her signature high ponytail that fell into four smaller ponytails.She worked as a makeup artist and stripper to make ends meet. She was the oldest of the oddball group.
 Graves Cassidy was a tall man maybe six feet two inches, nineteen years old, his hair was long especially for a man reaching his chest and was a very dirty blonde nearly brunette color. His body was fairly lean yet had some toned definition. He too was fairly pale from mostly being at work at night and asleep in the day. His job was a drug dealer and occasionally a thief. Graves was good at his job and paid for two thirds of the rent for the trio. 
Blair Crowley was five feet seven inches and had a slim build and was also very very pale. She had been athletic most of her life, she had become athletic in an unusual way for a child though. Her favorite way to get fit was knife and fencing classes along with bootcamps. She was twenty eight years old. Blair had a lack of empathy and emotion towards most of humanity except those she held dear. Due to her lack of emotion she found comfort in her work as a mortician. Her hobby was currently taxidermy, since to her it was an extension of mortician things.  
The trio were the black sheep of their families and outcasts of society. Their found family was much stronger than any blood relations they had. Their apartment was a three bed two bath apartment with a good sized kitchen and living room. The furnishings consisted of 90% stolen or dumpster finds and 10% bought items. At the beginning they didn’t have much money and so made due with what they could do. Dumpster finds were always fun group projects since they would clean it and then refurbish it to their liking. The entire apartment was far from “normal” and that’s how they liked it. 
“I don’t really care what anyone thinks when I say Captain Spaulding is one sexy mother fucker” April said passing the popcorn bowl to Graves. The other two gave the short woman a playful look of disgust. It was well known in the group that April loved Spaulding for god knows why. “Mmm no he isn’t you just have a thing for clowns” April spoke up. Graves leaned his head to look at the girls and chimed in “Says the one who likes the albino rat man.” His voice was deep and smooth. In retaliation she threw a cookie at the man's head. “I like his mind, '' Blair said softly. “No cookie warfare and suuuure it's for his mind.” April said with a smile poking her friend. 
When the movie ended Graves stood up and stretched. “Well lovelies I have to get to work.” He said as he walked to grab his dusty trenchcoat. “Work is an interesting word choice.” Blair called over to him. April added  “could you grab some milk and icecream on your way home?” The tall man huffed in slight annoyance. “I do believe I’m paying most of the rent. You can get off your butt and get groceries.” He said before slipping out the door into the night. The girls both had early mornings so they decided to turn in for the night. 
In the morning Blair woke up at 5:30 am, she walked out of her room to see Graves asleep on the couch with an empty beer bottle in his hand. She smiled and took the bottle so he wouldn’t break it. He was one of the few people on the planet that could make her smile a genuine smile. As she left for her morning run she threw the bottle into the dumpster behind their building. Blair was home by 6:20 am where a groggy April had made herself and Blair morning coffee and tea. The two had breakfast together as they did most mornings. Blair and April both left for work at the same time and walked to the nearby bus stop. April would be home by noon and then do a shift at the strip club in the evening. Blair worked almost every day from eight am to seven thirty pm.  Once all home they would sit down to have dinner or in Graves case breakfast. During this time they would catch up on what had happened throughout the night and day. It was like a ritual for the trio. 
On that Friday night they had decided to watch House of 1000 corpses for the millionth time. It went by as usual with drinks and popcorn being passed around. Once the credits rolled there was a loud crack and then static. This earned obscenities to be yelled by the group. Before they could wrap their heads around what was happening the world went black. 
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innocencel0st · 1 year ago
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how do you feel about reblog karma?
2. is it hard for you to write with characters you don’t know/don’t know well?
3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)
4. which muse of yours is your all time favorite? if you stopped writing them: why?
5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?
6. is roleplaying the only writing-based hobby you have, or are there other things you like to write?
how do you feel about reblog karma?
I understand why the concept came about, and I definitely agree that it sucks to constantly have memes reblogged from you and never receive anything in return. But that's why I'm a big advocate of reblogging from the source instead (unless you're just not able to because the source is deactivated or something). Sometimes the meme just doesn't work for particular muses, so its rough trying to send something just for the sake of doing it in return for reblogging a meme.
2. is it hard for you to write with characters you don’t know/don’t know well?
Not really. As long as there's enough info about the character that I can get an understanding of who they are, I'm fine. If there's no info, then that's a struggle. And even with canon characters I'm not familiar with, I just treat them like OCs.
3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)
I genuinely don't have an answer for this. As much as I love reading, I don't actually have like a favorite author or anything. I just read books that look interesting.
4. which muse of yours is your all time favorite? if you stopped writing them: why?
My Lucy (@songbirdsandsugar) I've been writing her for over a decade off and on. Even when I take hiatuses, I still come back to her. I have a tattoo on my leg inspired by her. She's always there in the back of my mind. Even though Tatum currently has me in a chokehold, Lucy is and always will be my number one.
5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: what’s stopping you?
I have considered Spike from Buffy off and on, but I haven't actually attempted him. As much as I adore the character, I just don't feel like I can capture his voice. I've also once thought about adding Captain Spaulding on here, but haven't out of respect for the late Sid Haig.
6. is roleplaying the only writing-based hobby you have, or are there other things you like to write?
At the moment it is. I wrote a short horror story for a contest a couple of years ago.
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decapitatesyousoftly · 2 years ago
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I’m not going to lie when I say I'm a huge simp for this man, right here. Yes I know that he’s really problematic, but every slasher is problematic in there own way (besides Bubba sawyer, Jason Voorhees and Carrie white they’re amazing sweethearts)
Dating Otis driftwood would include:
//warning: nsfw-ish, minors DNI//
•Gore. And lots of it, he loves gore and he loves everything that comes with it, organs, bones, brains everywhere. so that kind of stuff grosses you out, you’re out of luck
•you’re going to have to deal with him being A necrophiliac, sorry, but Otis really loves them cold and lifeless.
•you’re going to have to deal with major PDA, so stuff such as, holding your hand, groping you, public sex (When the devil himself wants you, he's going to have you), or his favorite kissing you.
•walks during the midnight hours, after he is done with rituals, talking about stupid things that don't make sense to either of you, but hey nights like these are fun for Otis and you and it definitely makes up for that peace and quiet you to seem to miss out on so often. Thanks to Spaulding, or grandpa Hugo (Most of the noise is caused by Otis, but don’t tell him that)
•Being best friends with Baby which is amazing, Baby is one of those crazy loyal best friends, definitely will steal you from Otis most of the time, because she wants more ’girl time’
•being Otis’s muse, and giving him ideas for his next art piece. Him asking you what he could do to make his work better, etc
• Cutter aka Captain Spaulding is definitely going to be protective of you like he is with Baby and Otis, why?, because your Otis’s S/O and part of the family. the problem with Spaulding being like a protective father figure to you, is that it’s not really that pleasant sometimes, like he’ll definitely watch out of you and have your back, but the moment he helps you out of the situation your in he’ll laugh at you, or tell you how stupid you were. Baby says that's how he shows he cares
• prepare getting degraded a lot, and when i say a lot, I mean A LOT. this man loves degrading people, and just because you’re his S/O doesn’t make you any different. In or out of the bedroom he’s going to call you names ”slut” is his favorite. This doesn’t mean Otis won’t praise you, he will trust me, its just When he’s more in a calm mood. He just likes to see you blush.
•He has a really high text Drive, so if those corpses don't satisfy him. It’s your turn, but in case you’re a masochist, it won’t really feel nice, but he’ll make it up to you with craze in aftercare.
•Be prepared to never talk to any man again, besides the ones that are in the firefly family, this man is definitely obsessive and possessive, hardly lets you leave the house, or even out if his sight. Deep down he’s just really insecure because no one’s ever liked him like you do, especially if you can put up with all the sick, twisted and disgusting things he does and still smile at him with heart eyes. Definitely doesn’t want to share you.
• if a poor victim of the firefly family insult you in anyway, Otis is definitely going to torture them and make it as painful as he possibly can and he’s going to make you watch, because he’s into that kind of thing. He’ll also fuck you next to the victims corpse, but that just Otis being Otis.
• On the contrary of what people think of him, I think he wouldn’t care about what gender his S/O is, or the way they dress, he just wants someone to love him. I also think Otis would be into an S/O who dresses all cute. He likes the idea of him, this gross man loving on someone who’s adorable and loving, but also gross.
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I know this is bad, but I really was trying to think for this one, I haven’t been on here in awhile, I needed someway to get The creative juices flowing. Anyways hope you liked his I really tried to keep this as close as i can for canon Otis, even though I know this isn't close to canon.
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f1nalboys · 3 years ago
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Can you do one for the slashers reactions to stalking there future s/o like there friends but the s/o doesn't know they want more (but obviously the s/o feels the same) anyways the can't find the s/o for a few months and then they find out its because they are in the military (if you only do a fee slashers can you do Stu candyman captain spaulding Asa or chromeskull
hey there! i decided to do stu and asa (which i hope is ok!) i don't think i'd be able to get the other characters down in the way they deserve :( 
i also don’t know much about the military and how getting deployed works (despite being from a military family LOL) so hopefully this is ok! but thank you for the request!! i'll have to rewatch some of the movies to try and get their characters down and maybe try this one again!
WORD COUNT: 756 (for both)
WARNINGS: stalking, possessiveness, probably bad writing too lolz
STU MACHER
-this man is such a bad stalker when it has nothing to do with his kills
-like, he tries his hardest to bump into said person so he has an excuse to talk to them
-which helps him become friends with you
-you just thought you and he had similar schedules and chalked up your constant meetings to coincidence
-which they obviously were not
-so when he isn’t able to find you for a few months, he really starts freaking out
-he’s worried you’ve skipped town, worried you found out what he was doing and had somehow been able to avoid him, worried you had died
-he’s going to try his hardest to find people close to you to ask them about it
-in a totally nonchalant, non-stalker way of course
-eventually he talks to another friend of yours and finds out that you had been deployed
-the first thing he thinks is: man how did i not know they were in the military?
-the second thing he thinks is: OH GOD WHAT IF THEY DIE
-he freaks out until you come back
-you’re shocked to see him so soon after you get back and he tells you he had been worried when he didn’t see you for a bit
-”I hope you don’t mind but I talked to your friend; I was just worried something had happened to you.”
-you find this sweet, like, super sweet
-you tell him its fine and apologize for skipping out without letting him know but it had been a semi-urgent order.
-”i’ll forgive you if you let me take you out on a date.”
-he had said it with the goofiest grin on his face that you agreed
-he is NEVER mentioning his little stalking escapade to you, especially if you end up dating him
ASA
-he’s honestly so mad that he likes you as much as he does
-like, why is HE stalking someone with 0 intention to kill them??
-you two had met at some bug conference (yeah he goes to those, he’s a nerd and he loves bugs) and the two of you hit it off
-it wasn’t until the third meeting with you that he decided to stalk you
-not that he calls it stalking
-but he started wondering where you went after you two hung out so he followed you. -he wondered what you did in the mornings so he would stop by your house in the early house of the day to see
-after almost three weeks of watching your every move, you disappeared.
-your house seemed to be empty and he didn’t see you at any of the places you tended to frequent
-he gets mad first
-he thinks you left him on purpose
-he eventually calms down enough to realize that there has to be another reason! -there’s no way you would just pick up and leave without reason
-he asks a family member after ‘bumping’ into them in public
-aka he also stalked them for a bit
-he told them that you looked familiar and asked if they knew you and acted like you had mentioned them before
-”so, what are they up to recently? We haven’t talked in a little while.”
-he doesn't know what to think when they tell him you’re in the military and that you had to leave for a few months
-they don’t know anything past that but tell you they’ll try and pass the message on of him hoping you're well.
-for the next two months, he waits
-he drives past your house every morning and every night (when he can) just to see if your car was there
-and one day it was
-he jumps out of his car and breaks your door down basically
-”oh hey, just saw you got back. I was passing through the neighborhood.”
-you invite him in and the two of you talk for hours
-he tells you about the stuff you missed, you tell him about what went on where you went to (if you’re able)
-at the end of it he asks you out and you’re actually so ecstatic
-but you’re like ‘oh yeah for sure that sounds nice’
-he’s going to keep stalking you; he’s waaaay too possessive to not
-expect him to know about anything and everything you’re doing
-he’s also super jealous because he went out of his comfort zone to even think about being with you, so seeing you talk to anyone else (especially other men) bothers him A LOT
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lebenspurpur · 3 years ago
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Things are pretty rough lately and I just wanted otis there to hold my hand and comfort me 🥺🥺 Can i ask for some protective otis 👉👈
Sure, I hope things get better soon <3
I tried something else with this since I have too many requests to work on a proper fic, I hope you like it.
ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕆𝕥𝕚𝕤
Otis doesn't normally show it when he's feeling protective. Showing emotions is too "weak" for manly and strong Otis and so in front of others, he will not speak about his worries.
However, he is going to show support or protectivity by physical acts. He likes to just place hand on your thigh or waist and glare at whoever is bothering him.
If Otis doesn't like a situation, he is going to leave the whole thing pretty quickly. He'll just grab your hand and drag you out of the room if he has to.
Imagine you're sitting on the couch in the old Firefly residence.
It's hot, dusty and overall you just want to sleep or cuddle up to your lover.
But you can't because the family has guests over. The captain is honoring the family with his presence. Since Spaulding is the family member that's highest up in the hierarchy everyone's down in the living room.
Otis hates it. He had a long day and he just wants to be up in his room, either sleep or get drunk.
Spaulding keeps being loud and uncomfortably sexual and everyone seems to be annoyed. Otis is shifting next to you, his expression one of disinterest and annoyance.
His hand is resting on your thigh, drawing lazy circles over the soft flesh.
After a few minutes of more boring conversation he groans loudly and draws the attention of the whole family to him.
Then he just stands up and grabs your hand. You're being pulled from the chair you've been sitting on and Otis trudges forwards with your body stumbling after him.
Spaulding asks him what he's doing and Otis just gives him his middle finger in return.
You suppress a laugh and he drags you into his messy room and flops down on the bed.
You're standing there and don't know what to do with yourself and Otis chuckles. Then he opens his arms and you smile.
You crawl up to him and place your head on his chest. His heartbeat is audible and you're slowly relaxing into him.
Otis hand travels up your spine and into your hair disheveling it.
"Fucking pig." he groans and his other hand wraps around your waist, "If he wasn't Spaulding I'd have blown his head off."
You chuckle and sit up, supporting your upper body on your elbows. Your eyes travel over his face and he groans again.
"Don't make me go all fucking soft."
His words clash with the loving gaze in his eyes as he admires you on top of him.
You ask him why he hated being down there so much and he scoffs.
"I don't fucking like the way he looked at'cha sugar."
You smile at him and Otis presses your lips to his. The kiss is surprisingly soft and wholesome and you grin as he pulls back.
He turns on his side and pulls you with him, arm still around your waist. Your head is resting at his sternum and you close your eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating of of him.
Otis mumbles little praises you don't really understand and you don't think you're actually meant to.
He keeps placing little kisses on your forehead and you chuckle.
His hand intertwines yours and you sigh softly. His fingers are slender and long and they fit against yours like a missing jigsaw piece.
He holds you closer, as if he's scared you're going to leave him. The strong grip on your waist feels comforting and you sigh again, trying to get closer to him.
"I fucking love being here with you darling." Otis mumbles and you grin against his skin, feeling loved and safe.
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feelin-woozy · 3 years ago
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Title: Kinktober Day 16 (Public / Medical Play / Body Swap)
Word Count: 822
Pairing: Captain Spaulding / Reader
Warnings: Slight humiliation
@glistening-gore, @captain-spauldings
It’s a slow day, as are most days, but for whatever reason, today, the dragging of time was beginning to gnaw at your nerves. It made you almost wish that some curious passerby would make their way through the door before flooding you with questions about the curious nature of this shop. Of course, you couldn’t blame them, it was peculiar, but in your time here, you’d grown used to it and had grown to find the questions uninspiring. It made you understand why Spaulding was the way he was with tourists who landed here and acted as though they had just stepped foot off a spacecraft. Perhaps that was a sign you had let your roots grow too deep within this small town in Texas.
The glass is hard against your elbows of where you rest your weight, a book by Manly P. Hall placed between them. Your eyes skim over the worn, yellowed book’s pages absorbing the words printed on the musty pulp. The sound of gravel crunching beneath tires can be heard faintly from a distance, and you exhale softly in anticipation of having to deal with some snot-nosed tourist. Presently though, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching is something that has your eyes flickering up from your book to catch the source before they return to their downcast position.
“Ya know, I pay ya to work, not read.” Spaulding speaks in a lilting voice as he putters around the oddities shop. It’s hard to tell if he genuinely is joking around or in a sour mood; the two seemed to often coexist in such an indistinct fashion. However, you’re willing to roll the dice of chance and bank on it being the former.
“That line might work if you, ya know, actually paid me.” You roll your eyes, rereading a passage you hadn’t entirely absorbed due to being rudely interrupted.
“Roof over yer head ain’t enough?” The man snaps back. However, the chuckle he emits shortly after tells you that this is nothing more than banter, and you didn’t have to worry about facing the temper that simmered below layers of greasepaint.
“Could be better.” You say, lifting your head with a smirk to catch his gaze. Blackened lips spread into a yellowed smile before he let out a long whistle that echoed through the storefront. He walks towards you, clown shows flopping against the stained cement. You don’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging him or his advances instead of focusing on the words printed on the paper. They’ve lost meaning at this point and seem to be closer to hieroglyphics than English.
You catch your lower lip between your teeth, swallowing an undignified nose as Grimey hands find your waist. And while you can swallow the noises you make, the shiver that rolls through your body like a wave can’t be hidden. “This whatcha want?”
You don’t answer, instead just press your hips back against his groin in a not-so-subtle attempt at seduction. Spaulding laughs; the noise snared between glee and something more sinister. He leans forward, the blue pom-poms of the patriotic clown suit pressing into your shirt. Lips press against your ear, puffs of warm breath tickling the skin. “Want me to fuck ya like a whore right out in the open?”
This time, you moan aloud, head tipping back to rest against his broad shoulder. The grip he has on your waist tightens as he begins to grind his swelling cock against the curve of your ass. “I believe, I asked, ya a goddamn question.”
“Yes, please.” You whisper, eyes falling shut. A wet kiss is placed to the side of your head in praise for your obedience, you’re sure some paint probably stains your skin and clings to the wisps of your hair, but you can’t bring yourself to mind.
“Don’t even care if anyone walks in? Or is that what ya want?” Sometimes, you think that Spaulding just enjoys hearing himself prattle on, allowing filth to slide off his tongue and worm its way through your soul, leaving heat in its wake. Of course, you’d be a filthy liar to say that the depraved things he spewed didn’t affect you. “Do ya want to be the center of attention here, baby? Might draw in some better cash than the murder ride, what do you think?” You go to open your mouth to sputter out a response, but a crisp bell ringing derails your train of thought, leaving the remnants to catch fire.
Eyes snap open to see the shocked faces of what was clearly out of place tourists staring at the sight before them. Mouths slightly agape and cheeks flushed yet unable to turn their sights away from the horrors that lay before them. You wonder what had them so shell shocked? Was it Spaulding enveloping your body with a wicked grin? Or perhaps the alligator boy who was proudly displayed.
[MASTER LIST]
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womensblood · 3 years ago
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Who I Write For (UPDATE) + Rules
Slasher(s)
Michael Myers (2018/2021 version ONLY, and I usually write for him on my own but don’t worry cause I’m GOOD AT IT)
Jason Voorhees
Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (but I only write him being poly with you and Tiff sorry bruddas😔)
Tiffany Valentine
Jennifer Check AND Anita “Needy” Lesniki (dude, they are in love so I can’t imagine them ever separating, so you guys are poly>:()
Nancy Downs (I know she’s technically not a slasher but idc)
Billy Lenz
Pinhead (+ Pinhead as a woman cause boobie)
Candyman (and Helen also when she’s a killer if you guys want *enter lip biting emoji*)
Hannibal Lecter
Herbert West
Art the Clown
Annie Wilkes
Jack Torrance
Wendy Torrance (I made an AU where she went insane instead and was an alcoholic and Jack was the better parent but she’s hot guys so it’s okay<3)
Baby Firefly
Captain Spaulding
Amanda Young
Kayako Saeki
Pyramid Head
Jessie “Chromeskull”
Doomhead
Stu Macher and Billy Loomis (they can be poly too if wanted)
Dead By Daylight
Danny/Jed “The Ghost Face” Olsen
The Oni
Sally “The Nurse” Smitherson
Legion (all except Susie)
Laurie Strode
Ash Williams
Amanda “The Pig” Young
Cheryl Mason
Pyramid Head
Anna “The Huntress”
Philip “The Wraith” Ojomo
Evan “The Trapper” MacMillian
Lisa “The Hag” Sherwood
Claudette Morel
Dwight Fairfield
Nea Karlsson
William “Bill” Overbeck
David King
Herman “The Doctor” Carter
Charlotte “The Twin” Dershayes (I am not writing for that stupid ugly ass baby do not request it I’m fucking begging)
Carmina “The Artist” Mora
The Executioner
Laurie Strode
Feng Min
Mikaela Reid
Caleb “The Deathslinger” Quinn
Adris “The Plague”
Leon S. Kennedy
Jill Valentine
Yun-Jin Lee
Jane Romera
Final Girls
Laurie Strode (both gilf and young version)
Ash Williams
Sidney Prescott
Ellen Ridley
Kirsty Cotton
Erin Harston
Nancy Thompson
Jamie Lloyd (ONLY PLATONICALLY)
Mortal Kombat
Mileena, my beloved
Literally every single woman in MK. All. Especially Mileena
Rule 1
I mostly write for trans readers/nb readers, so all of my content is trans and LGBT friendly. I generally use GN terms, but sometimes I specify. I will also use neopronouns if requested/if I feel like it! So don’t be afraid to ask<3
Rule 2
I’m not going to be unrealistic in my writings. Most of the people I prefer/will be writing for, are slashers. In some of these relationships, it’s not always going to be rainbows and sunshine. In fact, in a lot of these relationships, it won’t be the healthiest. Off you think Michael Myers would genuinely comfort you, you, my friend, are delusional. No offense. Along with many others.
Rule 3
No p3dophilia. I can write about dark topics but… I’m not going to glorify it. I often write about very dark subjects, so if I go into detail about that, I will give a warning. I’m not a monster.
Rule 4
You are not going to “change” or “heal” these people. With some (if not most/all), if you tried, you’d end up dead or worse. These are sick and demented villains who crave violence. We accept our lovely psychopaths as they are<3
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slasherbastard · 4 years ago
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I'm so sorry if I make another request but...What if the slashers were at an amusment park? :3
Again sorry for doing another request and also thank you for the last I made! :D
Don’t be sorry! I love doing these requests (they’re also stopping me from running out of ideas, so thank you again!), now I’m going to quickly apologise for leaving so many slashers out (especially Chromeskull + Collector) 
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Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, and Lester Sinclair - These three tried to go their separate ways but Vincent didn't know anybody else so he stayed with them. Vincent ends up dragging them to ride and game after ride and game and has the absolute time of his life. Bo and Lester mostly just wanted to go to the Arcade and play the hunting games that came with plastic shotguns.
Baby Firefly and Carrie White - Carrie loves going on the carousel and playing all the mini games but can someone please tell her poor soul that those games are rigged and that pink teddy bear key chain she won wasn't worth losing $40 over. Baby flirted with some of the workers and got Carrie a bunch of prizes then took her to try out the bumper cars together.
Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, and Michael Myers - They wanted to try the haunted house but ended up not only scaring the actors but also repeatedly got mistaken for actors, Jason was also really confused about why people kept complimenting his "costume" and Michael just wanted to go home. They both brought their signature machete and knife just in case and couldn't understand how nobody could tell that the blades were real. Michael probably ended up killing someone.
Pennywise and Captain Spaulding - These two were just trying to enjoy the park but kept getting stopped by parents who were forcing their obviously scared children to take photos with the clowns. Pennywise nearly ate a child while Spaulding kept trying to promote his greasy chicken joint/museum and made someone cry. Pennywise did end up wandering off on his own and finding a lost child and- yeah, dinner is served.
Stu Macher and Billy Loomis - These two have a routine. 1, eat as much junk food as possible. 2, go on the swing ride. 3, get off and throw up. 4, repeat. The others just watch him in awe and fear. Other than that the arcade is their best friend and Stu is an absolute master at Dance Dance Revolution.
Brahms Heelshire and Billy Lenz - These two have never had so much deep-fried crap and candy until this very moment. The sugary overload was enough for them to just go completely crazy. They joined Stu and Billy in going on rides and throwing up for a short while but by the end of the night they ended up having a sugar crash and they were found asleep behind one of the game stalls.
Tiffany Valentine and Chucky (Both in doll form) - Tiffany forces Chucky to take cute couple photos with her in the photo booth but they're both too short and you can just see the tops of their heads in the final photo strip. They both ended up stealing food from one of the stalls before sneaking onto the Ferris Wheel (they may or may not have been mistaken for lost toys and ended up getting dumped in the lost n found).
Bubba Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt - Thomas thought it'd be fun to try out the high striker (test your strength) and ended up breaking the damn thing but it was worth it since Thomas ended up winning two stuffed animals (and yes he gave one to Bubba). They also went into the house of mirrors and Bubba didn't realise how the house worked, so he just kept running into mirrors and angry babbling every time Thomas laughed at him. After that they went to get ice cream as that was Thomas' way of apologising, but it still was funny.
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tuttifuckinfruttifriday · 4 years ago
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Can you do all the slashers react to their S/O wearing that shiny gloss.
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Like here but more!
That's me BTW 😂😊
You’re so prettyyy!💕
And surreee—
I’ll probably forget some, but I’ll try! Sorry that they’re sooo short, not feeling too well🥺
All slashers(and some horror characters) reacting to S/O wearing shiny gloss:
Warnings: I ain’t going to say, read at your own risks
Michael Myer(JC/RZ)
Okay?
He doesn’t care, really. But he’s sure surprised when he sees your lips all glossy—
Jason Voorheese
Ooh! You’re beautiful<3!!
He loves the way your lips shine, it makes them come out more and makes him want to kiss you ❤️
Fredy Krueger
Who are you putting this on for??
He seriously doesn’t mind, but you know that his mind will go everywhere every time he looks at your face;)
Leslie Vernon(NEW!)
That’s cute!
Seriously, he likes it<3
Jack Torrance
S e x y.
Bubba Sawyer
It doesn’t change anything to your beauty❤️
Can he have some?? He’ll give it back later!
Chop Top Sawyer
It’s nice...
Two seconds later he steals it.
Lots of kisses!
Nubbins Sawyer(bc he’s a slasher to me)
He doesn’t know what it is.
Why are your lips shining??????? Please, just tell him it’s something you bought. Or he won’t understand anything.
Thomas Hewitt
He have seen the female victims with some before. He knows little about beauty products, but he still really likes it, it’s cute❤️
ChromeSkull
It’s nice, but you might not keep it very long.
The Collector
Same here. Or he will just not care at all.
Charles Lee Ray/Chucky
Ah? You put gloss?
He doesn’t really care, even if he makes dirty comments.
Vincent Sinclair
That’s cute :)
He doesn’t mind, but doesn’t sees why you want to put makeup on. It’s not a special day is it??
He’s a little scared to kiss you, because he doesn’t want to ruin your work<3
Bo Sinclair
Dirty comments. All the way.
But he’ll kiss you more, enjoying the small change and teasing you about it
John Kramer
It’s nice! He seriously isn’t one to judge.
Tiffany Valentine
Beautiful.
You’re so cute!! If you want, she can give you some of hers, she got a lot of them.
Lots of kisses<3
Amanda Young
Doesn’t really wear any kind of makeup, but she doesn’t mind, she’ll find you pretty anyway:)
Poly! GhostFace
Always making comments that can turn to be nasty or sweet.
They’d love to ruin your work—
Kisses everywhere.
Norman Bates
He’s flustered, thinking that it might be a special occasion.
Soft kisses💕
Otis Driftwood
Don’t care, but he doesn’t judge.
Might make some comments tho , nasties 👀
And he’ll give you sleepy kisses when you’re cuddling
Captain Spaulding
Aww? Wanna be pretty???
Supports you 100/100 and will make you laugh if you feel any kind of doubts about it ✨
Doom Head
Ah?
You probably put it for nothing because it will be gone 🤷🏻‍♀️ if you know what I mean ;)
Pin Head
Don’t care about your mortal beauty things.
He might not even see a difference.
Mayor Buckman
At first he might not see it, but after he’ll compliment you all day💕
Cuddly kisses and touchy mayor
The Creeper
Cute.
Really cute.
And kisses—
He’ll get possessive❤️
The Lost Boys
They’d probably ruin it.
Kissessss
Hannibal(SOTL/Serie)
He doesn’t mind it, he supports you with whatever you do, but he still finds it nice and like the small change
He’ll give you lots of subtle kisses ^
Herbert West
Doesn’t care. Final.
Candyman
It’s beautiful, but it won’t ever be as beautiful as your natural beauty 💕
Super cheesy and loving all the way
Brahms Heelshire
One word: fascinated. He loves it❤️
You’re so cute! You look like a little doll<3
Might turn nasty if you provoke him—
Pennywise
Doesn’t care. He probably won’t even see it.
If you tell him, he’ll kiss you and lick your lips 😂
Leprechaun
Aww, cute
He’ll make comments, but he doesn’t mind one bit
The Moaner
He’s nasty, probably more than anybody.
He’ll fell really sentimental tho, seeing as you put yourself pretty
Kisses<3
The Man(Hush)
Like most of them, he’ll find it cute ^^
He won’t really say anything, but he’ll joke around and smear your gloss, only to kiss you with a stupid grin on his face
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cosmiccandydreamer · 4 years ago
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Stability Chapter 11
Otis Driftwood x Reader
Masterlist is here.
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"You listen to me, and you listen well! I am gonna kill every member of your family! I'm gonna hunt them down like the animals they are, and I'm gonna skin em' alive! They are going to feel the pain and suffering of every last victim!" A disgusting squishy sound-filled the empty void of the cell. Sheriff Wydell had stabbed Mama Firefly in the stomach and twisted it until the light left her eyes. 
He was done playing this cat and mouse game. Mama's last taunt and laughter that ran through the station after more questioning pushed him over the edge. He had grabbed a large knife from his office and stabbed her in the stomach. As she fell to the ground he stood and took in the scene of what he had done. There was no turning back now, people like these people are monsters he thought to himself and the only thing monsters fear are other monsters. He had discovered through the interrogation that his brother was indeed murdered by Mama herself when he had come to investigate the cheerleader's disappearance.
 Sheriff John Wydell's eyes widened at the sight of his dead brother getting up from the couch he was sitting on, he began stuttering "I'm, I'm walking the line on this brother. I'm... I'm walking".George Wydell scoffed and answered sarcastically "Well, mother pin a rose on me, that is so great! I want these motherfuckers dead! Kill 'em!" John Wydell jumped up in a cold sweat… oh it was just a dream he thought, or was it? It couldn't be this hard to be signed by his brother that he needed to avenge him. "I'm brother, I'm trying," he thought to himself. 
"Why are you over here all by yourself handsome? Married or not you don't gotta be all alone"... Candy had slinked over to where Otis was laying on the couch downing a bottle of Jack Daniels. The rest of the crew was partying with the ladies at the brothel. Otis wasn't in the mood to party though. He wanted to get out of here and get moving. 
He felt guilty which was surprising for someone like him, that he was here enjoying a safe environment for the night without knowing where you were. "What do you want woman" he scoffed and attempted to get up.. "now now lay down You look like a mess Is your back hurting or something I can give you a massage I am a masseuse Well at least I can give a good enough massage that feels like I'm a masseuse" Candy said in a sultry voice twirling her hair, "listen here woman I said I ain't fucking you so go on and get" Otis said shooing her away with his hand.
 "Hey now no one said anything about fucking! How about I help you out friend to friend? You just must be tense worrying about your old lady out there". She sat next to him on the couch, he slowly got up to face her, "just a massage right No funny business or I'll throw your ass through the window". "Duly noted" she laughed and helped him stand grabbing his arm. She led him to a soft mattress on the floor. 
Sheriff Wydell on the other hand was not having the best night either, he was racking his brain on what was the next step to take for finding the four of you. He found himself staring at himself in the mirror talking to himself "You know I got to tell you, that's some catch phrase you got there, Devil's Rejects. What? You got something to say to me clown, huh. I bet you scare lots of folks, don't ya? Yeah, regular fuckiin' killer. You want a piece of this motherfucker? You want a piece of this? Huh, what you got! What you got! Lord I am your arm of justice. Lord I am your arm of justice. Lord I am your arm of justice. Your righteous sword of vengeance. Let my blows be true. From the illusion leads me to truth. From darkness leads me to light. From death leads me to eternal life." 
"Ah sir? That guy you asked for is here" his deputy Ray Dobson knocked on the door to his office breaking him out of his trance.  It was his deputy, who made the connection that  the aliases the family members usually went by and their connection to the old Groucho Marx films. He also discovered that the Fireflies were associated with the local clowns celebrity Captain Spaulding. Hoping to gain some insight into this connection, Wydell brought in film critic Marty Walker for consultation. 
The over the top Marty illustrated how each of the killers named themselves after characters played by Groucho Marx throughout the course of his career. Things between Wydell and Walker quickly became unsavory when the critic made a remark about Elvis Presley. Marty head scateched his head while looking at the clues pinned to the board "that goddamn fucking Elvis Presley." Sheriff Wydell looked up at him with his eyes wide and full of rage. 
"What'd you say about the King?!" Marty was clearly taken aback by the sudden tone change and looked around at everyone else in the room before sputtering out "I said he died three days before Grouch…" Wydell walked very close to him, looked him deep in the eyes and slowly said "Marty... if you ever say another derogatory word about Elvis Aaron Presley I WILL KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU!". 
"Boss don't you remember we had to run in with that guy Charlie not too long ago didn't he stay around with the guy named Spalding?" Ray quickly replied trying to defuse the situation. "Well goddamn you're right Ray… let's go pay Mr. Charlie boy a visit" he backed away from Marty and grabbed his hat. "Be seeing you Marty" 
Spalding had told Charlie that if he went and bought some fresh chicken He whipped them up some fried chicken on the house as a thank you for letting them hide out there. Unbeknownst to Charlie Sheriff Wydell had spotted him leaving the funtown and heading towards the chicken stand. He corners Charlie and demands that he give up the three of them and if he had any information on where you were he needs to give that information up to or it would not end well for him.
 He also asked him if he catches Otis in any compromising situations if he could snap a photo. It would be in his best interest. "I was also wondering," Wydell said, closing the car door a bit more on Charlie. He had closed his car door on Charlie's hands after instructing him to approach the vehicle once they cornered him in with their vehicle. "Is this girl with them by any chance? and I'm only going to give you one chance to answer me honestly" he held up a picture of you, Charlie shook his head viciously "no no naw she ain't with them gods truth man god's truth".. "god's truth hmm well you know where she is? I would like to have a little chat with her" Wydell replied. "Oh c'mon what's that lil girl gonna do" Charlie attempted to chuckle. "Hmm" Wydell said "looks can be deceiving, anyways tonight midnight I'll be seeing you". He released his hand and drove off in a cloud of dirt and smoke.
Back at the house unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it for Otis, Candy was actually a very good masseuse and actually did just give him massage without reaching for his penis which is what he assumed was going to happen. His back was killing him from the hours of driving and that shit van they had stolen from the family back at the motel. 
He also was holding a lot of stress in his shoulders from the anxiety of the plan not going his way and not having any word from you now for multiple days. Unfortunately now she wouldn't stop following him around which was starting to piss him off because one she was annoying and two his back was still hurting and he could have used another massage. "You sure you don't want another one I mean you passed out during yesterday's massage just let me do your shoulders just a little more" she said skipping toward him.
 He wasn't sure if she was just trying to be nice or she was trying to wear him down to fuck her or something. He sat cleaning his knife while staring off into space thinking about you and when you gave this knife to him. You were in town with Baby and wandered into an antique store. You knew as soon as you saw it you had to have it.. he was overjoyed at the knife and vowed to never go anywhere without it. 
"What took you all so long? You said you were just heading into town for some supplies tonight" He asked , slamming the screen door behind him and walking out towards the car. You had insisted on driving your mustang into town with Baby on a girl's trip while he was in the middle of a project. He was hesitant but he allowed it because he knew that you two could probably use some girl time, he wasn't the easiest to always be around. 
"Oh shut up Don't know why you always got to be rushing people" Baby replied flipping her hair and strolling past Otis. "Fuck you" "no fuck you" "no fuck" "Hey!!" You yelled waving your hand in his face. "I took so long because I got you something, I saw it and I couldn't pass it up". You pulled out a dark paper bag and handed it to him. He looked inside and got silent, it was a large beautiful knife. Taking it out the bag he held it in his large hands and studied it closely. "Shit darlin this, this is beautiful..for me huh?" "Yeah of course!" "Why though?" He asked looking back at you with general confusion on his face. You walked over and stepped up on your tippy toes to softly kiss him. "Just wanted to do something nice because I love you". You said patting his chest and walking inside after Baby.
 He stood there for a few more moments looking at the knife and tucking it in his boot. Once inside he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you deep. "Thanks.. ah.. I just don't know how to accept gifts, not used to 'em." "Well I'm glad you like it" you smiled up at him "had me worried for a second I was starting wonder if you didn't like it" "naw I love it it's going everywhere with me always" he said wrapping his long arms around you "just like you". 
"Stop hovering woman!! If I need anything from you I'd ask now get" he huffed at her looking back to his knife. She stood for a moment and turned on her heels and headed away. Charlie headed back to the house trying to swallow the anxiety in his throat. He didn't want to betry the group but he also wanted to protect his business and livelyhood. He stopped at the liquor store and grabbed a bunch more bottles of Jack Daniels, might as well get them drunk and make this shit easier. 
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malhare-archive · 3 years ago
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Virgil
Buddy
Opinions on everyone in the firefly family
OHOHOHOHO YOU MUST BE NEW HERE BECAUSE I THIRST-POSTED ABOUT CAPTAIN SPAUDLING FOR LIKE A WEEK A LIL WHILE BACK....
Baby Firefly is such gf material I loveee herrr she seems like so much fun!! And Captain Spaulding is just.... yeah Im gross I know but I want him. The only one I wouldn't jump is Otis, more power to ya Otis-fuckers but I just don't like him like that
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randomly-a-fan · 4 years ago
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Space Clown Baby Sitter (Interview) Pt. 1
Pennywise has round up a bunch of clowns that he have met during his hunts on the previous days through months. Now he has to find the perfect clown sitter for the job.
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With Aquarius by his side while holding Archie, it should make finding the right clown should be easy... Will IT?
यह (Yah) [Hindi for “IT”] or छिछोरा (chhichhora) [Hindi for “Pennywise”)
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Pennywise finds chhichhora very interesting, even though he’s short, but size doesn’t matter to him or his wife. It’s understanding his language is the problem. “So... how are you with kids?” Pennywise asked. 
[Indian writing]
“भारत में, मैं बच्चों के डर पर दावत देता हूं, लेकिन मैं आपके बच्चे को नुकसान नहीं पहुंचाऊंगा”
[English writing]
“bhaarat mein, main bachchon ke dar par daavat deta hoon, lekin main aapake bachche ko nukasaan nahin pahunchaoonga”
[English Translation]
“In India, I feast on children's fears, but I would not harm your baby”
Pennywise gave the clown a friendly awkward smile before he turns to his wife to whisper. “Honey, what exactly is he saying?” Pennywise asked. “I don’t know, I thought you knew.” Aquarius responded. “I can only understand English and Swedish, not... uh... whatever language he’s speaking...” Then Pennywise turns back to face chhichhora. “We’ll let you know if you got the job, thank you.” Pennywise said as he gave him the gesture of dismissal.
Captain Spaulding
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Both Aquarius and Pennywise find Captain Spaulding a very interesting guy, until Aquarius decided to look into his permanent record. Pennywise was listening to Captain Spaulding’s stories, but it didn’t have anything to do with child care experiences. “Penny, maybe you should ask him about his experiences with children? according to his documents; he has a high level of criminal records that involves murdering and car-jacking.” Aquarius suggested. “Look here lady, I was a family man and THEY don’t have a problem with ME, so mind you Godd**n business b**ch!” Captain Spaulding exclaimed in a threatening tone. 
Aquarius made a trigger and transformed herself into a vicious bobcat demon, wanting to attack him. But Pennywise put the stop to her and Spaulding’s violent rage. “Star baby, just relax...” Then he turned to Captain Spaulding. “Thank you for your time, now leave.” Pennywise ordered while holding his wife back.
Spawn the Clown
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When Spawn entered the living room, he accidentally break wind. “Whoops... I hope I didn’t stain my underwear... Already... hit me with the questions and I’ll hurl you with the ANSWERS” Spawn said excitedly. 
However, Pennywise and Aquarius were both gagging as they were disgusted by the smell. But Archie is the most sensitive, because when he first smelled it, he puked a hard blast, all over the couch and on his mom’s jumpsuit. “Spawn... get the hell out of here!” Pennywise coughed trying his hardest not to gag.
After Spawn left, Pennywise went to the bathroom to clean up the couch... and the chair that Spawn was sitting on, while Aquarius changed her outfit to a blue jumper that Pennywise found for her. Pennywise walked into their bedroom where his wife is, with Archie in his baby seat. “How’s Archie, is he alright? that barf blast was... well, a blast... Which kind of impresses me.” Pennywise said as he looked over at his sleepy son. “Anyway, I got the room cleaned up, and the smell is gone, so we can continue on with the rest of the possible sitters.” Pennywise informed. Aquarius nodded and agreed, “the sooner we find a baby sitter the better... I really missed our time together just you and me.” Aquarius admits. Pennywise smiled and hugged his wife for comfort. “We’ll find the right sitter my love... I promise...” Pennywise whispered as he looked over his wife’s shoulder, smiling at his sleeping son. “That goes for you too, son.” Pennywise whispered to himself, like as if he’s saying that to Archie. 
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glapplebloom · 4 years ago
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Last time we looked at the Heroes who will be participating in this Horror Secret Wars. But who will their opponents be?
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Dracula (Dracula 1931) - Leader
We ended the Heroes with someone from the Hammer Version of Dracula. Now we begin with Universal’s Dracula. With so many conflicting villains we need someone with the power and charisma to keep them in line. And if anyone can do it, its Dracula. And after all, if we have a Van Helsing on one side, we have to have a Dracula on another.
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Freddy Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street)
Every group needs a wild card and Freddy plays things his own way. While Dracula (and others) may think the daytime will be the safest time to sleep, Freddy Krueger will ensure that not even when they’re sleeping are they safe from danger. Of course, if they realize they can take him out it’ll be a different story.
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Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)
Most likely the power behind Team Villain, Jason is an unstoppable force who will continue to hunt down those his mother deem unworthy to live. And despite the fire power the heroes can bring down on him, Jason has dealt with such things before and continued to fight on. Also to see Laurie Strode be reminded of Micheal Myers would be fun.
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Chucky (Child's Play Reboot)
Andy dealt with a killer doll with a fondness for Magic, let’s see how he can handle one where its technology he can control. With someone else on the team, I can see Chucky being upgraded to have access to technology beyond the Buddi Brand. Chucky is your friend to the end, but whose end is the real question.
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Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)
While he doesn’t have the unstoppable power of Jason, Leatherface makes up for that with mobility and weaponry. Just the sight of his human flesh mask would give people a fright but to see him charging towards you with a chainsaw is definitely going to startle even the bravest heroes. And that’s if they actually see this guy coming.
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Jerry Dandrige (Fright Night)
What’s worse than one vampire? TWO Vampires. With Jerry here, he can be subtle or vicious in ways Dracula wouldn’t. And with the knowledge that there is a way to resurrect vampires, he can provide knowledge that Dracula would be most interested in learning. 
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Captain Spaulding (The Firefly Series)
While he may look like a creepy clown, he is very charismatic. Able to make people lower their guard until it is revealed that he is one of the Devil’s Rejects. While he prefer to work with the family, Spulding knows when to not mess up a good deal. And would likely know when it hits the fan.
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Candyman (Candyman)
What Freddy does in their dreams, Candyman does it while they’re awake. They just have to say the magic words the right amount of times and he’ll come for them. Can our heroes overcome their fears to defeat this poor man turned monster? Or will they become his victim?
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Adrian Griffin (The Invisible Man Reboot)
This guy made an invisible suit to mess with his ex-wife. Imagine what he can do with the backing of such powerful entities and a desire to win whatever they want. This guy could in theory make everyone above and the one below a much more dangerous threat. And when he goes invisible, he’s no slouch himself.
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Asami Yamazaki (Audition)
Obsession is a very dangerous thing and of all the people in this team no one can show that as much as she does. If she finds out you have someone else, she’ll make sure to take a piece of you wherever she does. And she’ll take it very slowly and very painfully.
And that’s my pick for villains. But why weren’t others chosen?
Chucky (Child's Play Original) - As much as I would prefer him over the reboot version, I can’t help but think of how interesting it would be for the matured and aged up Andy to take on this robotic Good Guy.
Micheal Myers (Halloween) - Between having Jason in the villain side already and wanting to bring in Laurie, I had to make the sacrifice. I could use reboot Myers but the Chucky/Andy relationship covers that.
Pennywise (It) - I do want to give the heroes a chance. and I doubt they can achieve the ritual to defeat it.
The Thing (The Thing) - Again, want to give them a chance. They have a better chance here but still.
Terminator (Terminator) - With Jason, we’ve got an efficient killing machine. I figured another one would be too much.
Predator (Predator) - With so many killers, being an alien hunter isn’t that big of a deal.
Pinhead (Hellraiser) - They’re more about inflicting pain to those deserving. So they would be more of a weapon than an ally.
Sadako Yamamura (The Ring) - Speaking of being a weapon more than an ally, Sadako needs someone to watch the tape before she can do anything.
Jigsaw (Saw) - As smart as he is, I don’t think he will be as offensive as the other villains. Not to mention he would likely target the villains as well as the heroes.
Hoard Creatures - Zombies, Raptors, the Purgers, while you can name notable ones, their real threat comes from numbers. And with so many, they’re more of a hindrance for both sides than an ally. So in this what if, they’re hazzards.
Anyone not Mentioned - Either I forgot, too similar to people here or the rules prevented them from being included. 
Feel free to reply who you would pick for Team Hero or next week’s Team Villain.
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