Slasher imagines

🖤 They scare you

Michael Myers
He didn't regret anything he did. Someone had entered his house. It was early in the morning and he was already up, looking for his shoes. He heard the door open and silently listened for footsteps. He heard them approaching the living room and he hid, waiting. He saw a man with a gun, stumbling and looking drowsy. He was probably drunk. Michael didn't think much of it, he knew he couldn't die. But then he heard footsteps from upstairs, your footsteps from upstairs. Before Michael could process this, the man with the gun was already booking it to the noise. Michael knew you could die though. And this panicked him. He followed the man quickly. Upon entering your shared bedroom he saw you hovered in the corner while the man pointed the gun at you. You were shaking and crying.
"Please.."
"Where the fuck is that mask wearing freak!?"
"I already said I don't know!" You pleaded. You saw Michael standing behind him and kept quiet. You were hoping Michael would just walk away. You knew he could take it and survive, but you didn't know what could happen right now. The man was drunk and could easily just pull the trigger on you.
"You lying bitch!" The man yelled. You flinched and tried to squish farther into the corner of the room. Michael wasn't going to just walk away. He was angry. Really. Angry. He walked up to the guy and grabbed the man's head. The man was unsteady and shot the gun, out of instinct perhaps. But it almost hit you, being inches from your face. Michael picked the man up from his head, causing the man to drop his gun from pain. You heard the mans head start cracking. He screamed in pain and suddenly his head was flattened between Michael's hands. You just watch in horror. You knew what Michael was, what he could do, but you had never saw it in person before. On the news sure, but they never went into too much detail. You felt yourself get sick at the sight and started hyperventilating. It was disgusting and gruesome and you couldn't handle it. Michael dropped the fellow and walked towards you. He saw you flinch back and he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew you would be sickened, but scared of him? He would of never guessed that. He stood there contemplating on what to do for about 10 minutes. Enough time for you to calm down. You just got up and rushed in to Michaels arms. He embraced you and held you close to his chest. He acted out of anger on the man, he scared you, but he would never regret it. Ever.

Jason Voorhees
Jason was the type of man to let you go out and have fun, but still be there to make sure you were safe. Even if you didn't know he was there. You wanted to go out and walk along the lake, alone, just to get some air. He respected that, he knew everyone needed alone time. But he would still watch over you and make sure you were safe. At one point you stopped and just sat on the bank. You were watching the fish and talking to them about random things. Jason just observed from a distance, admiring his beautiful girlfriend. He heard rustling in the bushes and went to check it out to make sure you were safe. He came into a opening and saw a group of cubs sleeping.

Everything happened so fast.

He heard your screams and then nothing. He ran to you. Hoping you were alright. His mother was trying to reassure him that you were okay but it wasn't working. When he burst out of the tree line he saw a bear at the waters edge. It was sniffing the water and looking for, supposedly, you. Jason angrily walked to the bear and grabbed it by its back fur before pulling it back. It was thrown on to its back and Jason took the opportunity to swing his machete into its stomach. Once, twice, three times, too many times to count. The bears guts were on display and the only thing identifiable was its head. Her head. Those cubs must of been hers, mother bears are protective of their cubs so it would make since for her to think you were a danger to her babies. Jason didn't care, nobody/nothing touches what is his and gets away with it. Suddenly he heard a gasp behind him and he turned around to see a soaking wet y/n. Your clothes were soaked and you were panting. You looked at the scene in disgust and shock. You would of never guessed Jason would do something so gruesome to an animal around y'all's home. He dropped his machete and rushed to you, pulling you to his chest. He didn't care that you were wet, he had you safe in his arms and that's all that mattered. The bear hadn't even touched you. She roared at you and scared you, causing you to fall back into the lake. You stayed under the surface, hoping she would go away. Jason didn't care about any of this information though, you were safe, a little scared, but safe.