Slasher imagines

Thomas Hewitt

You woke up to a loud scream. You look up, still a bit groggy, and notice one of the girls in the group being put on a meat hook.

Earlier in the day you were roaming around the outskirts of your tent and spotted a group of teenagers. You hadn't really seen other people in a long time due to living in a tent in the woods. So, you decided to introduce yourself. However, it didn't quite go as planned. After introducing yourself the teens started making fun of your clothes and your dirt covered body. You forgot that this is why you isolated yourself in the first place.. You began to walk away when you heard them following you. You panicked and ran off, trying to rid of them. They followed you, trying their best to pester you and maybe even lay a hand on you. I highly doubt they were going to just harass you verbally. I guess we're never going to find out..
You came upon a old looking house and hurried to bang on the door for help. You kept looking back to see them getting closer and closer. Suddenly the screen door opened and a rather large man stood, towering over you. You knew about the things this family did, it's why you ran here. Maybe you could lure the teens here and everyone would be so busy with each other that you could just slip from the chaos. You didn't really think that one through. The large man tilted his head at you but once he noticed the teens behind you he sent a fist flying at you..you were out like a light.

Now you were here. You had woken up fully and just watched as the girl squirmed and writhed in pain from the hook in her back. Luckily you weren't on one of those. Your mind was quickly pulled from this when the man from earlier pulled up a chair and sat in front of you. You looked to the man waited for him to do something, anything. After your months of observation on the family in the house you already knew he didn't talk. But you respected him, so when he went to take off his mask for whatever reason you would look away. He wore a mask for a reason, we all wear masks, whether it be to hide an ugly scar or just because you have an ugly habit of faking who you are for other people. We all have one. You didn't want to violate him like that.
Thomas leaned back and crossed his arms.
"Who?" Is all he said. Although it was rough you still understood what he was asking.
"Im y/n l/n, I've been living in a small tent in the woods" He seemed interested in you.
"Why" You took a moment to put it into proper words.
"It's a long story" You laughed nervously.
"But uhm..throughout my time in school I was bullied for having divorced parents. I'm really ugly and people always used my kindness against me..so I just ran away. To here, where bullies couldn't get me" You explained. Thomas gently grabs your face and mumbles something. You look at him in confusion and he sighs in frustration.
"Not..ugly" He said. You smiled and blushed.
"Thank you. Your not ugly either- which reminds me!" You go to move your hand but realize your hands are tied down.
"Well I was going to ask if I could touch your mask. I think it looks so pretty and I've always wondered what it felt like" You ramble. Thomas is stunned for a moment. This has to be some joke right? Just some sick trick so he would untie you. Well it was working. Thomas proceeded to untie one of your hands and rub the sweat from your forehead before wiping it on your shirt.
"Are you sure?" You ask. He nods, curious about your whole demeanor towards him. You slowly caress the mask as you admire the hard work that must of been put into this. Suddenly the girls started screaming at you, causing you to jump out of your skin and look at her sadly.
"You little bitch! You did this on purpose didn't you?! You led me and my friends here to be KILLED because we were poking fun at you. You are so PATHETIC! I hope these weirdos kill you the slowest you FREAK!" She emphasized some words, making your heart clench. You looked down in sadness and embarrassment as the girl continued throwing insult after insult at you. Thomas had quickly grown attached to you, he wasn't having any of this bullshit. Thomas got up and grabbed his sledgehammer. He wouldn't be ending her suffering, not yet. No, after he was done with her she won't be edible anymore. He took a few good swings to some non vital areas, making sure she wouldn't be dying from injuries any time soon.

After a while Thomas threw the hammer down and sat back down in his seat in front of you. She wasn't dead, but she wouldn't be awake anytime soon. Well, unless Thomas wanted her to be, for now it was probably best if she wasn't awake. You look at him with adoration. No one has ever stood up for you before. You reached your hand back out and he flinched at first, but soon relaxed. Your hand found it's way to his cheek and you smiled gratefully at him.
"Thank you.." You trailed off.
"Thomas.." He quietly said.
"Thank you Thomas, I've never had someone stand up for me like that" Thomas feels his face flush and takes your hand into his. He plays with your fingers and starts mumbles incoherent things to you. You don't mind. You just nod and keep smiling to him. He hears Luda Mae call for him and so he quickly ties your hand back up and grabs his chainsaw. He hesitates to leave for a moment before completely turning back to you and giving you a quick boop on the forehead with his mask, indicating a kiss. You giggle and watch him leave a blushing mess. How cute.. you sit there and wonder what your future looked like.