Boogeyman's Bride.

4

Once you started to slowly wake up, you took in your surroundings. There was a new man, one you've heard about. Jason Voorhees, that camp killer guy. You stared at his hockey mask, not seeing any eyes. "Hello?" You knew he didn't talk, so why speak?

He moved his head, then pointed at your injured leg. "Hm? My leg?" He nodded, standing up to his full height. "It's uh- it's doing good, that's for sure. It's healing nicely, though it will leave a scar." If you had to guess, Jason was a good 6'5ft? Maybe a little taller.

He slowly walked over to your leg, staring at it. "You good? What's wrong?" He moved one of his hands to it, lightly touching it. You sucked in a breath, flinching a bit. He moved his hand and pointed to him.

"What is it? My leg and you?" He turned to the door, walking to it then leaving. You stared at the door, irritated. 'What the fuck was that?" You thought to yourself, you moved to stare at your leg, slowly realising what he meant. It was his fault for your injury! He puts up all the bear traps. Though it wasn't his fault, it was yours. If you had been watching the ground then you would've seen it! He was just protecting the property.

You groaned, looking at the window. It was bright, maybe 12pm? You slowly got up, grabbing the bed for support. You tried not to put any pressure on your leg, though it was hard. You made your way to the door with a struggle, then opened it.

You came face-to-chest with someone. You slowly backed away a bit, then looked up. In front of you, was the one and only, Michael Myers. He tilted his head down, supposedly staring right at you. "H-hello..." you backed away further, going back into your room. He followed you, walking in.

"Can i h-help you.?" He didn't do anything, only stood there in front of you and stared down at you. His full height was 6'9ft, but he's slouching, so from what you guessed he was 6'7ft? You sure were good at guessing heights, his eyes moved down to your face to your leg.

"I know I shouldn't be o-on it, but I need the b-bathroom.." god this was embarrassing for you. Michael on the other hand, he had a small smirk under his mask. He shook his head no, pushing you back onto your bed. "H-hey!"

You guessed all the talking you were doing was loud, the first man you saw came into your room. "What's going on, Michael?" You watched him come closer, standing in front of you. Michael's eyes dropped, as if he was having fun for once.

Michael lifted his hand, pointing his finger towards you. The man shook his head, then turning to you. "Hello dear, I'm sorry for Michael. I'm Hannibal, by the way. Michael here was just teasing you I suppose. What were you doing up?"

You watched Hannibal with a frown. "I need the bathroom, and he pushed me back onto my bed!" You whined, glaring at Michael. Hannibal said something but you weren't listening, the next thing you knew, you were being helped up.

After a little while of struggling, you made it to the bathroom with Hannibal. "Thank you, Hannibal." He nodded, helping you. "I'll be outside waiting." It was your turn to nod, then shut the door behind him.

After you finished, you made it back to your room. "Thank you, again." You said to Hannibal, finally sitting on your bed. "Of course, dear. Also, i got you a present."