Bloody tears of a final girl (Slashers x F!reader)

Stalker Squad

Tw//some implied abuse, spice (please yall spice and smut are two very different things when I say spice I mean spice and when I say smut I'll mean smut)

Micheal= Micheal Myers

Any Mikey or shortned version= Micheal Emmerson

Tate and his wild hair was right front of you. His loose waves seemed to be ruffled and his green striped sweater was unkempt and twisted as if he had run to get to you. He even had leaves in his hair but his cold black eyes glared at the men behind you.

Behind Tate seemed to be the ones who were most likely to stalk your ass. Lenz, Danny, and Micheal. Tom was running up out of breath with keys in his hand. They probably forced him to come along knowing him.

"We are her...special friends who are you" David says immediately getting territorial around you as his arm wraps around your waist with his chest puffed as he stood tall, the taunting smirk on his face.

"(Y/n) get away from them" Lenz hisses like a wild cat, he probably learned that from Kira.

"Micheal what the fuck are you doing out in public, Tate what made you think this was a good fucking idea!" You yelled harshly before racing over to Michael.

Micheal was the Haddenfield killer. He was on the face of many newspapers and he was wanted in so many god dam states, including California. He was dressed up in his blue mechanic attire and he had his mask on his face with dried blood still on it.

You grabbed him and pushed him into the bushes. He grabbed your waist making you straddle him and you tried to push yourself off but you couldn't. You quickly grabbed Micheals mask and took it off tossing it to Micheal, well Mikey.

Michael's blue eyes widen, one was a dull white color from the scar running from above his brow the the edge of his cheek bone. His hair was shorter but still in a messy mop as if he hadn't cut it for years which he likely hadn't. He was pale clearly because his face hadn't seen the light of day but no one could beat the almost transulent Tate. You grabbed his mechanic outfit and took it off so it was hanging bundled near his waist. He had a white tank top underneath.

"Mikey give me your jacket" you say holding out your hand.

Mike takes off his jacket revealing his toned arms but you quickly push Micheal away from you and drop the jacket on his lap. He wordlessly put it on before blinking up at you. You put out your hand and helped him out of the bush with a slight groan since the fucker was a big boy.

"Well well well, it seems like your lugging around some criminals and...strays" David says looking at Lenz as if he was a feral rat on the street.

"You still haven't fully answered my question who the hell are you" Tate snips, he seemed to be on edge and he was usally calm but his mouth was pulled into a scowl.

"You hear that boys" David says with a smirk and the boys seemed to step up to the killers "they want to know who we are" He mocks.

Paul howls in laughter and Marko childishly laughs pointing a painted finger towards the killers. Mikey had his arms crossed but there was a small grin playing on his face. Dwayne snickered quietly before he grabs your hand pulling you back over to them.

"(Y/n)" Tom warns worridly.

He didn't like these men at all. They screamed danger, even Harry seemed to shift in the back of his mind at the percived threat. His supernatural senses were tingling once again making his brows furrow but then again he's sure hes dealing with some sort of parinoia.

"Tom it's fine these are my friends David, Marko, Paul, and Micheal or Mikey" you introduce, getting in the middle of the two groups.

This was a very dangerous predicament. The boys knew who the killers were and what they were capable of. Meanwhile the killers would be in for a surprise, so you'd rather not have anyone get hurt in your line of sight.