dumb bitch vibes || slashers x reader

A visit from an old friend

I walked into my humble home kicked off my shoes, threw my groceries onto my counter grabbed a monster can along with my dinner, plopped down on my couch turned on my tv, and put my feet on my coffee table to watch the 9 o'clock news. the headline lit up saying that a patient escaped from the insane asylum in Haddonfield, which reminded me of my childhood best friend Michael Myers, so I leaned forward to pay closer attention to my screen as gale weathers popped up on my screen " The past convict, Micheal Aubrey Myers has escaped his insane asylum in Haddonfield. authorities are placing an APB on the man and here is a picture of the masked killer. He has escaped once before and we have no clue how the man has escaped once again. however, we recommend keeping your doors and windows locked to stay safe. If you see him immediately call the authorities as he is a very violent killer." gale spoke before they began to talk about the different situations going on in this tiny town and even talking about the attack at my work the other night, but the only thing on my mind was Micheal. 'Micheals out? do you think he would come looking for me? is he going to stay in Haddonfield? no, he's not dumb. he might come here I mean it's close enough where he can go back and forth between here and Haddonfield, but far enough that the police wouldn't expect it'  just then I heard a thud upstairs. "shit" I ran upstairs to check out the noise only to find that my black cat nyx sat by a knocked over soda bottle, letting out a laugh and picking up my cat I voiced my past fear "you scared me, honey, I thought you were Micheal" and as I turned to my door I let out a gasp, there he stood at his 6 foot 7 inches in glory, with that white mask and hollowed eyes. I saw him tilt his head looking behind me at the old mask he used at his first kill on my wall, he then looked back at me, and what I saw in his eyes was slight familiarity and mostly confusion, like he was trying to wrap his head around the fact that I had it, I mean its been a few years since he's seen me. he stalked toward me and pushed me up against my door with his rusty knife on my throat, and in the process, I dropped nyx. nyx turned around and began to hiss at Micheal but he just kept staring at me as if asking a question and telling me that if I didn't answer he would slit my throat in a very swift motion. "are you wondering why I have that?" I asked to confirm my suspicion, when he nodded I took that as my time to explain "uh we used to be friends, sorta, you know that one girl that lived across the street from you? the one that always tried talking to you even after you ignored her? that was me. I liked to think we were friends but you probably thought I was really annoying and wanted to snap my neck in half right?" he stared at me even more squinting in suspicion " we watched the shining together after your sister kicked you out of the house to fuck her boyfriend?" after I said that his eyes widened in realization and he stepped back. "hey wait I have an idea, can you write?" I asked and he nodded his head, so I crossed my room to my desk grabbing a yellow notepad and a pen "you can write on this" I told him handing him the yellow note pad and pen. so he began writing down something on the notepad 'can I stay here with you?' his handwriting was not the best ill tell you that but neither was mine so I read it pretty well "huh? I mean I guess but you would have to stay in my attic, I really don't need the police knowing I'm holding a serial killer. Don't do too many killings around here, ill be out most of the time for work, and we don't have much food so don't complain, but I mean other than that you can if you want to. just don't invite any other friends okay?" he nodded then scribbled something else on the notepad and then showed it to me 'can I take a shower?' i nodded to his question "yeah, here let me show you where it is" I then began walking and showing him to the bathroom, Micheal following me close behind like a lost puppy. "if you want I can probably find some clothes for you. I wear a lot of oversized things because I hate the way my body looks so it should fit you, not only that I can wash your jumpsuit for you" as I said that he began unzipping his jumpsuit and being a respectable person I turned my head away to let him get his bloody jumpsuit off of him, when I felt a tap on my shoulder I turned around and was faced with abs so I quickly looked up at his face and he gestured to the jumpsuit in his hand with his eyes. I quickly grabbed the jumpsuit from him and shut the door closed with heat rushing to my face 'god he's jacked' i shook my head and quickly spoke "if you need anything knock on the bathroom door" with that I left the vicinity of my bathroom throwing Micheals jumpsuit in the wash, then going to my room to find him some clothes, I ended up finding some grey sweats he could wear with a black shirt. I placed the clothes and a towel outside the bathroom door then went back to my living room and layed on my couch, then I slowly felt my eyes grow heavy and I ended up falling asleep 

--the end--

I KNOW ITS SHORT, but I started losing ideas halfway through so sorry, but a short update is better than no update 

anyways I have decided to end up adding tate Langdon (idk who to spell his name) because he's cute and a killer so yeah 

uh have a good day/night/afternoon and if you have not had anything to eat please eat, don't forget to drink water and if you have any meds you need to take please do 

sincerely author chan

1096 words 

also, the art above is not mine along with every other picture in this story :p