#young michael myers

[thewolffairytaler]

A mad lass's perspective - oneshot | Child Michael Myers x female reader

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Summary: Deemed to being insane by the adults, a little lassie gets sent to an asylum for a chance of recovery after the incident involving her deceased grandfather. Being viewed as disturbing and all to knowing, many doctors and nurses want to avoid taking care of her. Yet two people seem to take a somewhat interest in her, Dr. Samuel Loomis, and a silent boy who seems to be devoided of emotions.

Art Credit (Full picture): ofwolfandmanbook on Instagram

Each echoing footstep served as a reminder of the unusual girl's solitude as the sterile white walls of Smith's Groove Sanitarium closed in on her. Since they brought her here, weeks had passed since the world had swung on its axis and begun to make no sense at all, weeks since the terrifying discovery of her Grandpa Gabriel, and weeks had blurred into one another. She was aware that the case was 'unsolved,' notwithstanding the authorities' classification. It wasn't unsolvable; rather, it was obfuscated, concealed by layers of darkness and inappropriate objects. The bizarre, warped reality she had briefly experienced before fleeing, half-crazed, from the scene was beyond the rational minds of the adults.

She was discovered a few streets away, a tiny, shivering ball of terror curled up against a brick wall, cold and unconscious. The objects that had flickered in the corners of her vision, the shadows that had taken on their truest forms, the crimson, pulsing dead eyes that had watched her whilst standing besides every living breathing creature, from humans to animals, anything a mind could come up with. They were all things she tried to explain when she woke up. However, she was met with silent murmurs and blank glances when she spoke the words she knew to be true. They referred to her as "mad," "unstable." They had no knowledge of the still living like corpses or the creatures that lay beneath the world's surface. So they sent her here, to Smith's Groove, where the pulsating hum of anxiety is always there and the corridors are quiet.

Here, surrounded by the other "broken" children, the female felt almost more alone. She would spend her days drawing in the small room they had given her, sketching the people as how she saw them, some creatures that haunted her dreams and the reality she saw when she looked past the veneer of normalcy. She filled pages with depictions of the grotesque, hoping that somehow, someone would understand. But no one did. They would just nod with pity, or shake their heads, their faces etched with concern that hid a veiled fear. Mostly because the doctors assumed that she saw them for how everyone truly was, yet in a more twisted disgusting way.

Everyone was too distubered by it, and wanted nothing to do with her when they learned too much. The only one who was willing to look after her as her doctor was Samuel Loomis, but his intrest in her didn't seem to come from care all that much. Don't get her wrong, she could tell there was some sympathy from him, and she was aware that he wanted her to get better since she had the potential for it. But Dr Loomis was more intrigued than commiserated. When he wasn't with his other patients, he would ask her some questions, make her remember some old memories, along with making her do some activities that would help her recovery. At first, Loomis thought she was faking it, seeing how polite and average she was acting. Nonetheless, it did not take long for him to see it too, and out of all things, it came from pictures of the dead. A bleeding fox with its eyes closed. "The fox is sleeping, it looks very peaceful. I hope it has good dreams." A deer with its flesh and bones being visible whilst being nearly headless. "Oh no, it's head is barely hanging! I wish I could help it put it back on." A decomposed corpse of a nurse with a dirty uniform and it's terrible leftover makeup. "Ms. Nurse didn't do a good job, its all messy and unfinished." She responded it so casually and innocently that it was baffling, couldn't the girl understand death? No, he knew she could, that's why she ran away from home after discovering her dead grandfather. It was something else, and it surely wasn't because of some innocence.

The strangest thing though was that she didn’t see all these grotesque things or mention some questionably accurate information all the time. These things only happened during certain triggers, when her headaches where at her worst, as well as taking some psychoactive pills. Containing the main ingredient, Lysergic acid diethylamide, LSD for short. A sort of drug that is supposed to cause hallucinations, it was used back in the day to comprehend, mind control, information gathering and other unmoral purposes during the cold war. Of course, this was highly illegal to use it this way, especially with a patient who is listed as having signs of psychosis. However, he thinks it is necessary to understand her brain this way because the healthy treatment seems to be uneffective, not to mention that the medications does have different side effects, even if it costs her mind to deteriorate. It was better than nothing, he does feel guilty over it though, essentially considering she's always so nice towards him. Even at her angry limit, but maybe she does that to not anger him too. It could be both, she's difficult to read at times.

One of her favorite ways to escape the starkness of the asylum was in the small, overgrown garden at the back. It was a patch of green in a world of white, and there she could at least pretend that things were normal - even if she knew it wasn't. One afternoon, while sitting beneath a gnarled apple tree, tracing patterns in the dirt with a stick, she noticed a presence. He was a small boy, older than herself, sitting silently at the ground whilst looking towards the distance. His face was pale and expressionless, his eyes, a startlingly clear brown, fixed on the ground. She didn't recognise him. He wasn't one of the children she saw during their scheduled outdoor time.

Curiosity, a flicker of flame in her chest, drove her forward. She tentatively approached, her drawing clutched in her hand. "Hello," she said, her voice barely a whisper. The boy didn't react. He didn't flinch, didn't look up. He just kept staring at the sundown. Hesitantly, the petite girl sat down a little distance from him. She unrolled her drawing and placed it on the earth between them. It was a depiction of Dr Loomis, although just like the rest of her drawings, it wasn't a realistic sketch. The flesh was rottening, skeletal bones showing, showing level of suffering and damage, a visual stating he should be dead, but he isn't. A slow-minded, ineffective, and pallid individual who drags himself along. A creature that is walking among us like a zombie, refusing to die, refusing to let go, but it wasn’t a zombie she drew. It was a draugr! The boy didn't react, at least, not in the way she expected. He still didn't look up, he didn't have curiosity. But a small, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, like he'd subtly leaned forward, revealed he had noticed.

The younger patient felt a strange sense of… not belonging, not exactly, but recognition. She didn't know why, but she knew this boy was different. Most kids here either wept all the time or screamed in their sleep. The others spoke to themselves, often in gibberish, or tried to talk to the walls. He, however, was just... silent. He was like a void, a blank space in the noise and chaos of the sanitarium. There was a feeling of quiet desperation around him that she somehow understood, that she somehow felt herself. She kept an eye on him, looking for any response. However, his face remained unreadable, an expressionless mask. But it felt like a connection had been made. As though the very soil beneath them vibrated with an invisible energy, the moment hung in the air, thick and strange. Maybe, just maybe, he saw past the 'normal' in the same way she did. Perhaps, just possibly, she wasn't by herself.

The girl cleared her throat, trying to break the heavy silence. "Can I draw you?" She asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. She carefully pointed to a spot beside her drawing, a cheap sketchbook she had just gotten today by an old nurse because she claimed she needed to stop wasting normal papper. Again, the boy didn't look up. He just kept staring at the dirt, his stillness a mystery, his silence a language she didn't yet understand. She took his silence as a yes in a way and opened up her book to begin sketching him. She also used a blending stump to create the shadows a bit smoother.

She didn't have anything to expect out of him, but she couldn't ignore this strange connection to the noiseless boy. She would visit him again tomorrow, and after that, so long until he gets annoyed by it and somehow tells her to quit bothering him. Her pencil skittered across the thick paper of her sketchbook, the first page being set to use. The idea of him that had taken root in her mind. She saw him as a doll, a large porcelain figure with a stoic face, one that could be hugged and cuddled, a silent companion in her solitary world.

Her strokes were both precise and clumsy, an interesting combination that reflected her own unique perspective. Every line was intentional, every shade of colour carefully chosen. She made his hair dark, inky black, not just the colour of ink but its shape and its fluidity. The grey in the ink had been added to a very slight black base, creating a very dark grey that was almost charcoal. She gave him clothes that were just as messy and detailed as his hair. Her focus was intense as she drew the details of a very large shirt that looked about six sizes bigger than it should and pants that had that same unkempt vibe to them.

As she worked, the image of him on the paper started to morph into something both familiar and unsettling. She gave him a mouth that was perpetually stained red, not from any actual wound, but from her imagination. It was the blood mouth of her own twisted vision, a visual representation of his hidden, unspoken nature; it wasn't quite accurate, not even close, but that didn’t matter. She gave him eyes that were round, almost glassy, like the eyes of a doll. They held no warmth, no spark of life, just an empty expanse that reminded her of the fragile, delicate sheen of porcelain. They were not evil, but rather, simply vacant, a disturbing hollowness that both fascinated and repelled her.

She added a splash of more red splotches on his clothes, splattering them around in a way that almost seemed haphazard but with a clear precision to it. These were not real blood splatters, but rather, an artistic license to further her doll-like vision of the boy. With each stroke, she was translating the complex, unsettling mystery he was into something that did make sense, something tangible that she could understand. He was not a real human, not in her mind. So he was now a doll. A doll with a painted blood mouth, soulless eyes, and messy clothes that seemed more like they were put on someone who was going through a very rough day.

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't hear when the door at the building clicked open with the sound of a lock slowly disengaging. A nurse walked to her with a gentle smile and a small white cup where she was carrying her medication. The nurse's smile was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the sterile environment and the almost unsettling nature of the drawing she was creating.

"Time for your new medicine, sweetie," the nurse said, her voice soft. "Let's try it right now, shall we?" The girl, reluctantly peeling her attention from the drawing, nodded. The nurse was always kind to her, and it was nice to feel a sense of comfort and safety in this place. She carefully placed her pen back into the pen pouch it came from and stood up, careful not to leave the pouch close to the edge of the bench she was sitting on. The sketchbook was left where it was, on the ground on the left of where the boy was sitting. She assumed that it would be safe there, no one would touch it. As she followed the nurse, leaving the quiet corner of the yard, her mind was already racing with new ideas for her next drawing. Little did she know that her art, left behind, held no small amount of interest for the silent boy she had just portrayed. It was left abandoned and out in the open for him to see with no one close enough to watch him, only one sleep debrived guard and the other one with a lack of focus today.

Michael’s gaze, however, did not return to the horizon, which he had been staring at for the past couple of hours. His attention did eventually go to the drawing on the ground. The paper was slightly dirty from the girl’s use and the way she had left it behind, but the drawing itself remained pristine, as if it was not just a simple ink and pencil sketch. His eyes, those same vacant eyes that the girl had so meticulously captured, remained absolutely still as he observed the image of himself. The blood on the mouth and on the clothes was not something he was used to seeing, not even from the reflection in the mirror.

He stared at the image intently, the silence of the hallway almost palpable. It was not the drawing itself that held his interests, but rather the fact that someone was able to see him and interpret him in such a way. Someone was actually there and cared enough to take the time to draw and study him. It was a novel sensation, a curious mix of bemusement, and something akin to recognition. He had only ever seen folks flee and get afraid at his gaze. To see someone, especially someone young, take the time to draw him was very odd and a new experience to him. He continued to look at the drawing, taking in each detail as the afternoon slowly faded away, and the night grew longer. Only for him to be taken away by the guards once more. It seems like the girl wasn't coming back for the day. He might as well take it for himself.

Author's note: I did not plan for this oneshot to be so long, yet all my stories tend to be so. Also, I don’t plan to make more oneshots of this story route, however, if you do want to see more of it, or have any special requests in mind for this character, I could expand on that idea. And just so you know, even though I write these characters as if you are them. They aren't Y/n coded. They are like an OC but have a blank slate mindset. A good example I could come up with to explain it easier would be any of the protagonists in the Pokemon games. You could read them as if you were there, but this mad girl has personality and a backstory. Like any other (Y/n)'s out there... Man, (Y/n)'s are difficult to understand when it comes to how it's supposed to be used at times.

[artthekid]

This song has been stuck in my head, and I took it as a sort of art prompt! And my first thought was little Michael Myers….

Not so much in that he was a mamas boy in the way he was attached to his mother, but more in that…he was somebody’s little boy, and thinking a 6 year old can become a monster like that…you don’t really think about it until it’s too late.

A round about way to say that I doodled Baby Michael and this is a catchy song lol!

I worked really hard on his face, his expression specifically. I really wanted work on that moment he lost all innocence. An interesting challenge to draw on a kid!

[hrroruja]

Happy Halloween from The Shape/Michael Myers!!!🌑🍂🎃🔪🩸

[grezzirossi]

Absolutely Canon Ghostmyers interaction (feat. Amanda)

[nightmaredazzling]

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓😏🎬

[i-arch-my-backula]

Horror characters seeing their s/o covered in blood

Happy Halloween everyone. I did a poll awhile ago on what I should post for Halloween and this won. So I'm here to deliver what y'all voted on. I included a lot of characters in this just for fun. Disclaimer I haven't written for some of these characters in awhile or that much at all, so sorry if some of these are ooc.

Includes: Amanda Young, Michael Myers, Otis Driftwood, The Lost Boys, Candyman, Doomhead, Patrick Bateman, Severen Van Sickle, Pyramid Head, and The Sinclair brothers

Warnings: Mentions of real and fake blood, slightly suggestive content, gn reader, talk of drinking blood in The Lost Boys and Severen's section, violence, murder

Amanda Young

You weren't supposed to find out about what Amanda did. She wanted to keep you separate from the gore of her apprentice work. But accidents happen and somehow you get to where a trap had happened.

You were in the where-house when you slipped on a puddle of blood and got your entire front half covered in it. You screamed out and Amanda quickly came rushing in.

You standing there covered in blood made something tick inside of Amanda. Something she knows she shouldn't feel seeing you covered in blood.

But she pushes this aside and quickly assures you it's fake blood that happened to spill all over the ground. She can't stop herself from giving you a quick kiss before helping you leave.

She'll get you all cleaned up back at home but she won't be able to stop thinking about seeing you covered in blood.

Michael Myers

Michael was out while you were getting ready for a Halloween party. A part of your costume involved you getting drenched in fake blood. After pouring the fake blood all over yourself in your bathtub you let it dry and step out.

You're downstairs, gathering up your things for the party when you notice the feeling that you're being watched. You turn around and spot Michael watching you.

Michael knows what real blood looks like and considering you're pretty calm he knows this is for your costume. But something inside of him is yelling at him. Not in the usual 'kill someone' way, but in a 'get them and try not to hurt them' way.

You're going to be late to that Halloween party. Michael is going to stand there and make you spin around for him so he can watch you move while you're covered in blood. You know he's getting some kind of kick out of this, so who are you to stop his fun.

After this Michael will try to hint at you to get covered in blood more often. He'll even offer to get the blood this time, but it wouldn't be fake if he got it. He'll keep thinking about you covered in blood and won't be forgetting how it made him feel anytime soon.

Otis Driftwood

You walked in on him at a bad time. While you've grown to accept what your boyfriend does, you don't like partaking in his torture of other people. But when you walked into the wrong room at the wrong time you got sprayed all over with blood.

It coats your face, hair and chest. You thankfully didn't get any in your eyes or mouth. You do let out a scream of surprise but you're not too grossed out by the blood, living with the Firefly family for as long as you have will do that.

Otis takes a good long few moments to just stare at you. You're hot enough as it is, but seeing you all covered in blood like this? Otis is going to have to go take a long cold shower.

"Well isn't this my lucky day." He'll say before walking over to you, completely ignoring the victim now. He'll take all of you in and won't let you wash it off so quickly.

"I just wanna take a couple pictures of ya darlin'." He'll quickly get his camera out and have you pose for him while you're still covered in blood. This will come in handy when he's having art block or he just needs to have some 'personal time'.

The Lost boys

It's your first time feeding and it ended up getting really messy for you, considering you've never done it before. So you got just as much blood all over yourself as you did in your mouth.

Dwayne is the first to notice and he's smirking a little to himself as he watches your blood covered body move. He's committing this sight to memory and he'll probably find a way to get you covered in blood again.

David is the next to notice. He'll smile wider than Dwayne and make some comments about how messy eating can get at times. But he'll also talk about how hot you look covered in blood.

Marko doesn't even make a comment, he just straight up lunges and kisses you right then and there, fangs still out and everything. Seeing you all vamped out and covered in blood really got to him, making him loose all self composer that he has.

Paul also joins in on kissing you, but he'll opt for your neck since your mouth is taken. I can see him licking some blood off of you, but not too much because he loves the sight of you drenched in blood. But the boys will agree to try and get you that messy again the next time you feed.

Candyman

You didn't want to go with him. You summoned him and when he showed you how devoted he is to you, you didn't want to go. So he had no other option than to make you go by force.

You're entering your apartment after going to a Halloween party. Your costume was something you put together quickly and involved you pouring fake blood all over your front half. As you walk further into your apartment you get a strange feeling.

You try to ignore it as you walk to your bathroom to wash off the fake blood. Before you can do that you hear something moving in your medicine cabinet. You open it and after a few moments a hook jumps through it. You obviously scream and run out of your bathroom.

You're in your kitchen, picking up your phone when you see him again. He's looking at you with that same adoration in his eye from the first time you met him. He's looking you up and down. You're frozen again as he watches you.

"You're even more desirable covered in blood," He says in his sultry voice. You shed a couple tears as you try to move, but you're unable to. "I'll have to remember this the next time I see you my love. I'll never be able to forget this."

Doomhead

He knew you were going to a Halloween party, but what he didn't know was that you were going to be covered in blood when you came home. He knows real blood from fake blood and when he sees you he can't help but chuckle.

31 is coming up and he's always tried to keep you separate from it. Seeing you covered in blood is a bit of a double edged sword for him. On one hand he loves seeing you covered in blood, but he also can't stop thinking about 31, and what would happen if you got caught in it.

"Ok so I got a little too close to one of the decorations and I accidentally got covered in fake blood." You explain, taking off your shoes, "I should probably shower all of this off."

"Well I was hoping to get a better look at you like this." He says with a Cheshire grin. You roll your eyes but smile and walk over to him. He spins you around a bit, taking a good look at all of the blood on you.

He knows he'll have to tell you about 31 eventually, and that he'll always keep you away from it. But for right now he can enjoy watching his s/o look stunning while covered in blood.

Severen Van Sickle

It's been awhile since your last feed and when you finally got someone you could barely hold back from drinking as quickly as possible. Because you were so worried about eating as much as you could as quickly as possible you got yourself covered in blood.

After you pushed the body away Severen took notice of your blood soaked clothes. He couldn't stop himself from smiling and taking a good long look at you. He knows you'll be too full to do anything after feeding that much so he'll have to commit this sight to memory, just for some fun activities later.

You wipe your mouth and smear more blood over your face and Severen can barely contain himself at this point. He'll have to quickly ask you if you're up to help him, or if he should do it alone.

Either way he doesn't want you cleaning yourself up anytime soon. Even after his issue is taken care of he just wants to see you covered in blood. He loves how it looks in general but also aesthetically. If he has a camera on hand he's taking a picture of you.

He will try to recreate this later. Next time you're feeding he'll try to get blood all over you. I can see him filling up his mouth with blood and just spitting it on you because let's be honest, he's very dirty and probably has as many diseases as a stray cat.

Pyramid Head

You're walking around Silent Hill, trying to find some more food to stock up on when you come across one of Pyramid Head's recent kills. You don't notice and you slip on the puddle of blood.

You're used to the blood and gore of living with Pyramid Head in Silent Hill so slipping on blood and getting it all over your clothes is more of an inconvenience than scary. You groan and stand up, looking at blood slightly dripping off your clothes.

You turn around and find him standing near you. "I just slipped on some blood. It's not mine and I'm not hurt." You say. You can never really tell what he's feeling or his emotions but you can sense he's feeling a certain way about you being covered in blood.

You two just stand there while Pyramid Head is thinking about smearing more blood all over you. Seeing you covered in blood is doing something to him. So he walks over, get's blood on his hands and rubs it over your face and clothes.

He'll follow you around and just keep watching you while you're covered in blood. He'll be thinking about this for awhile, and he'll try to recreate it whenever there's free time or he just needs to see you covered in blood.

Bo Sinclair

You were busy going after a victim and it got a bit messy. You got yourself covered in blood. By the time you get the body back to the House of Wax the blood that's on your hair and face has dripped down to soak your clothes even more.

You hand it off to Vincent and when Bo sees you he pauses for a moment before he chuckles. "I like yer new look darlin'." He says teasingly. But he's using that teasing to mask how damn hot you are covered in blood.

You're able to pick up on this and you know a great way to get him back for making you chase down someone and kill them.

"Oh I know. I love this look too." You say teasingly back to him, moving your hands up and rubbing your hand over your face and neck, getting a good amount of blood on it. You walk over to Bo and smear the blood on his shirt before you step back.

"Too bad I'm about to wash it off." You say before you dodge Bo trying to grab you, "If you catch me before we get to the house I'll let you wash it off." You say before running out of the house, Bo follows behind quickly.

Lester Sinclair

You're helping Lester out by picking up a deer from the road. You're in the middle of lifting it into the truck when something happens and you get covered in deer blood.

Lester quickly rushes over to you and lifts the deer into the back of the truck. He's looking you over and making sure that you're ok. You'll have to assure him at least ten times that you're perfectly ok and that the deer just got blood all over you.

Now knowing that you're ok he does kind of realize that, you look good covered in blood. Lester loves when you get a bit dirty in general, but blood has him feeling a bit more excited than normal.

He'll zone out a bit for awhile until you bring him back and he acts like everything is good and he's totally not obsessing over the look of you covered in blood.

He'll keep this to himself until it starts to boil over and he admits to you that he hasn't stopped thinking about you being covered in blood. If you suggest the idea of getting covered in blood again he'll be all over that idea.

Vincent Sinclair

When you offered to model for Vincent's study you didn't expect to get covered in fake blood. But Vincent wanted you covered in blood and you didn't really mind so that's what the two of you do.

You stay still the entire time but you notice Vincent staring more than he is drawing. But once he notices you noticing him he gets back to drawing you.

He takes his damn well time to draw you and at one point he stands up and walks over to you. He starts to pose you in a different way and it's totally not an excuse to touch you and see you covered in blood up close.

He'll put you in so many different positions and will keep pouring blood on you. He's honestly memorized by you standing there covered in blood. At one point he'll bust out the camera and ask if he can film.

He sees you being covered in blood in a more romantic, artistic way that makes his heart beat faster. He'll have to get you covered in blood more often so he can draw, paint, photograph, etc you.

[our-sinister-night]

They’re like his annoying nieces

[kitsudolly]

Me at 3am reading slasher fanfiction

[bosinclairsgff]

What the slashers smell like

Warnings: this is realistic lol

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Thomas Hewitt

A/n yes I realize this may be just a bit weird

- He smells like grease, sweat, and a cheap cologne. Of course there’s a hint of iron on him most days buts it’s just faint enough to miss. Bo definitely washes his hair with soap. He also reeks of cigarettes.

- This man is musky I’m sorry. He probably doesn’t shower a lot. His hair is very greasy, all the time. He usually smells like a moldy basement and sweat. With a waxy smell (duh).

- This man smells like blood, sweat, alcohol and a man who hasn’t showered in YEARS. He is stinky sorry girls. He also smells like piss.

- Baby takes better care of herself than Otis does. She smells like alcohol, blood and maybe I cheap perfume she stole from one of her many victims. Something floral.

- She takes regular showers so she’s not stinky. Amanda doesn’t care what shampoo she uses so she probably smells like coconut or vanilla, whatever she found at the store. I say she most likely doesn’t drown herself in perfumes. However there’s slight irony smell about her most days.

- This man smells like a expensive cologne he bought years ago and still hasn’t used it all. Also, he DEFINITELY uses three in one shampoo, conditioner and soap.

- He smells awful. Reeks of death and literal shit. Michael kills humans and animals, he’s stinky guys. He doesn’t know how to take care of his hygiene. His breath is AWFUL to.

- Albert loves being clean and well kept. He showers regularly, brushes his teeth regularly and wears a nice cologne. His cologne smells like old spice.

- Another stinky boy! He does not shower, ever. Maybe he’ll take a bath? I doubt it though. Thomas smells like blood, human shit and pure musk. You know how in cartoons when someone stinks there’s a green cloud? Yeah, that would be him.

[theskeletastic]

Do you like scary movies???

[thewolffairytaler]

A child Michael Myers doll!?

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Wait just a darn minute. You're telling me there was a child, Michael Myers doll created in the late 2000s, and not many people knew about it??? This doll is a rarity to find, and even if you do manage to find it, it's most likely going to be a second-hand item. I can’t even find a modern adult Michael Myers doll accidentally, so I'm definitely not going to be seeing one of these any time soon.

[seagiri]

stickers for me and my bestie 🔪❤️

[necrocto]

I need to go for a while - hold them pls

[lucycore]

Idk I kinda got bored and did one of these again since the It one blew up so much and now that it's halloween time I made it with the slashers.

(I say it cuz idk what to call these posts)

[These contain your house, outfit, weapons and such]

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🎃 If you were in Halloween 🔪

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😱 If you were in Scream 👻

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🦷If you were in Saw 💣

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🎸 If you were in Child's play 🪡

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If these blow up I will do it again with more slashers.

[filthyslashertoad]

Slasher First Date Headcannons

Oh yeah guys, guess who’s adding more characters! ME!!!! So…introducing…PETER STRAHM AND… MARK HOFFMAN!!!! (air horn noises)

Also just to be clear I’m writing for lestat and Louis from the movie NOT THE TV SHOW(It’s just not that good imo)

Peter Strahm

Is a hopeless romantic that 100% believes in love at first sight.

Talks way too much and gets very passionate when sharing his own interests.

Is the type to bring you multiple different flowers because he wasn't sure what you'd like.

Prefers first dates to be at restaurants or cafes.

Mark Hoffman

Is an asshole to you the first time he meets you because he thinks that it counts as flirting?

Quickly becomes absolutely enamored by you and wants to know everything about you.

The day after he definitely finds you walking down the street and blares his sirens to get your attention and say some cheesy pickup line to ask you out on another date.

Michael Myers

The closest you're gonna get to a first date with him is him showing up at your house and eating all of your food while staring at you from a nearby hallway.

Don't expect a first date kiss, but do expect a sentimental staring contest before he leaves.

Amanda Young

Your first date was probably being in a jigsaw trap she either made for you or both of you being in the same trap. (She doesn't have much of a social life)

Quickly becomes attached to you and goes out of her way to make you survive the trap.

Bo Sinclair

Hits on you when you pass through the town and invites you to have a picnic on his lunch break(Which consists of beer, crackers, a few blueberries, beer, and hotdogs)

Tells you all about mechanic stuff and some of the prettier parts of the town.

After lunch, he invites you to go out with him if you're passing through(fixes your car for free).

Vincent Sinclair

Teaches you how to make candles and mini wax figurines. (It's harder than it looks)

Makes a tiny doll version of you and him and gives them to you.

Not much talking happens during the date(obviously) but he makes up for it with hand gestures.

Patrick Bateman

Hears one of his buddies talking about you and how beautiful you are and automatically decides he needs you to be his girlfriend.

Pulls out the nines, I'm talking Dior suit, Givenchy shoes, and he even buys new hair gel before your date so he looks as fresh as possible.

Will most likely talk almost the entire date about his accomplishments while using business jargon.

Lestat(Interview with a Vampire)

Most likely had the intention of seducing you to suck your blood but realized that you had more to you than what seemed.

Invites you to go to the opera with him and Louis but ends up taking you to a much more secluded section of the opera house.

Wants to turn you into a vampire on the first date(I don't even know what base that reaches)

Louis(Interview with a Vampire)

Isn't much of a romantic(anymore) so it's more so a deep conversation shared between the two of you in a beautiful garden.

Asks you what it's like to be human and what you admire about life.

Gives you a bouquet of his favorite roses as a surprise.

Michael Emerson

Wants to really really impress you so he takes you to a bunch of places that are "hidden" and brings a bunch of snacks. (Doesn't mind also going to see a movie)

Definitely tries to kiss you on the first date.

After your date Sam teases him all night about his crush on you.

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