Slasher imagines

🖤 Breaking up

♤ Michael Myers ♤

He knew he shouldn't of let anyone else in, he reminded himself time and time again just how idiotic it was to open his heart to you, though he became blinded by his feelings. He should have known, and so should have you. He was never home, he was always out killing, his cold nature towards you, his violent attitude, all of it was too much. You had to leave in order to be happy. So here you were, sitting on your hotel room bed while the phone repeatedly rung on the table nearby. You had left while he was away. There was no possible way that he could figure out your location. Despite still having those feelings for him, you doubted he ever loved you to begin with so now you had to ignore your own feelings and try and move on. The note you left for him explained it all, and you hoped he wouldn't be too upset, you didn't think he would be at least. Oh how wrong you were.
Micheal clutched the note in his hands while he pressed the green button on his phone, over and over again. Why weren't you picking up damnit?! He just wanted to talk to you one last time, he needed to. He felt betrayed yet he understood where you were coming from. He hadn't meant to make you feel this way, he truly hadn't, and now he was loosing you because he didn't know how to express his emotions. He couldn't let you go like that, not that easy. He threw the phone and grabbed his knife, he left the house with a slam of the door and heavy breaths. He would find you again.

♤ Jason Voorhees ♤

Jason rampaged throughout the camp searching for you. What the hell did you mean by "I think it's for the best we don't see each other anymore"?! Of course it's for the best. You both loved each other so why on earth would it be best to leave, it wasn't the best option! Jason couldn't except it, the loss of you in his life. You were the best thing that's ever happened to him, you were the only one (besides his own mother) to ever show him kindness and love despite his deformity. Why, now, have you changed your mind? All in all, Jason was just heartbroken. Not only had you actually left him but you left him over a note. A fucking letter. He wanted to be angry with you, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He just felt sadness, and want. He wanted to find you, he needed to. He wanted a face to face explanation of what he had done wrong and maybe even a chance to right whatever that wrong was. He needed you in his life and there was no denying it now. As he overturned a canoe, he noticed footprints in the mud leading off into the woods. Surly they were yours, they had to be. This brought hope to his undead heart and fueled him to follow the tracks. He was going to find you, and he was going to get the explanation he desired.

♤ Charles Lee Ray ♤

Charles had told himself for months that everything was alright, maybe this was for the best. Weeks before the breakup he noticed your attitude was slowly deteriorating and by the time you actually brought it up, it was no surprise. He respected your decision and your feelings and so he let you go. For a while he blamed you, you had lost feelings and it wasn't his fault, then he realized just how much of an asshole he had become. Of course you wanted to leave him. He's a wanted criminal in many states, hated by a ton of people for the things he had done, and his attitude towards you. It all led back to him, it was his fault you were gone. And now the guilt and sadness was eating away at him. He needed you back. The house was a mess and so was he. He couldn't sleep and eating only made him feel worse. Something had to be done or Charles had a feeling he wouldn't make it through this breakup. He packed his shit and drove to your friends place, you told him you would be staying there until everything smoothed over and maybe you could get your own place. That in itself made chills crawl up Charles' spine. Your own place, you officially moved out, you left him. He couldn't let this happen, not without trying to get you back. He wouldn't give up on you so easily, on your relationship. It's not something he could easily just give up. So now he stands in front of your friends house, fist hovering over the wood of the front door as he hesitates to knock. What the world is he supposed to say?