Slasher imagines

🖤 Forced

P/f - Parental figure

T.W- This has mentions of rape and PTSD. If these topics bother you, then I recommend you ignore this chapter

This chapter is surrounding the idea that the slashers find out about a traumatic experience you had. They didn't perform this action, this is not a toxic boyfriend scenario.

Last but not least, I am not romanticizing Rape or PTSD. I am just trying to provide comfort and maybe make someone smile. I, myself, have had an experience that I will not go into because it is traumatizing. It is a memory I would rather forget, but I can't just forget it. I have to keep my head held high and push on. This chapter is meant for comfort.

Proceed with caution, please.

-Skipper 🧡
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♤ Michael Myers ♤

What had he just witnessed? Was it something he could shrug off and just let go? No. Was he angry? Yes. Super fucking angry. The moment he had seen the man come up to you, he reacted. The man was squashed under Michael's thumb in seconds. Like a pathetic, little, bug. He carried you home, and you wouldn't stop crying. Your chest was heaving and the grip on his shirt was iron. You were having a panic attack. This hadn't happened since your relationship first developed. Did the guy's simple flirting really cause such a reaction? Michael spent hours with you that night, just calming you down and holding you close against his chest. He knew he couldn't protect your precious mind from your feelings, from the pain and fear coursing your veins, but he could protect your body. That much he could do. Once you had finally fallen asleep, Michael just sat and held you in his arms that night. He would ask about your attack tomorrow.
You both were silently standing around in the kitchen now. Morning light shone through the window, the coffee pot actively filling the glass container, and birds chirping in the distance. Anyone would call it serine, that is if they stayed oblivious to the conversation about to behold. "What happened?" His voice was rough yet soft amongst the question. Your tired eyes glanced at him though quickly looked away. You were nervous. He was without his mask, staring intently into you. Eye contact was a big thing between you two. It had been very special since the mask was off more. But..right, now you just couldn't. He had held you and been there at one of your worst moments. Of course, he wanted an answer. He deserved one. In a relationship, there shouldn't be any secrets between the lovers. Especially not secrets like these. Reluctantly, you nodded before turning and grabbing a mug from the cabinet. You weren't strong enough to look into his eyes, let alone stand in his direction so he could see your face. Watch as your walls crumble and your trauma resurfaces. This would be done the only way that would allow the words to come out coherently. And after they did come out, tears were pouring down your face. Your hands harshly gripped the counter as sobs raked your body. Your hands were in no condition to hold onto a mug full of hot coffee. Michael had been eerily quiet as you explained yourself. Was he still there? Did he even care? Of course, he did. He just had his fist balled up so tight that he was scared that if he were to try and hold you, he would snap your bones right in two. He was so fucking angry, and he didn't exactly know what to do first. He wasn't sure if you wanted to be held, but he knew he wanted to comfort you. He also knew he wanted to find your ex-lover and rip his penis off before shoving it down the guy's throat. After a few minutes, Michael came to a rational decision. You did need him. Right now. So he soothed himself and slowly walked to you, gently placing his hands on your quivering shoulders, before you spun around and tackled him into a hug. He didn't hesitate to wrap you into his hold, tightly. Michael rested his head against yours, soothing you and rubbing your back in circles. He would sit here for hours, like the previous night, if you needed it. But he knew that sooner or later, he would leave to go find the bastard. The Boogeyman wouldn't be showing any mercy to his prey. Like he ever did before.