[A/N: Aww yeah!❤️Guess who's back, back again!?❤️I'll give you a hint, it's m- This book!❤️ Because I swear, this book isn't dead - it just takes a month or two to write all six characters, for the agreed, upcoming Scenario Part <3❤️Not to mention I make sure that each Slasher has at least 2.5k+ words :P💘xx Despite all of that, I hope that you guys have fun reading these parts just as much as I did writing them -Cam<3❤️]
Michael Myers:
As time gradually passed, you slowly came back around; late Sunday afternoon slipping into view whilst your eyes faintly flickered open. You didn't usually feel such heavy fatigue, but then again, you didn't usually consume such huge amounts of alcohol during the evening either. To be perfectly honest, you weren't really that talented at even holding said liquor. The only reason you'd even agreed to do so in the very first place was to mess around with Ali, Cici and Dana. Hanging out last night had been fun. Definitely. So you smiled to yourself, your mind suddenly wandering back to how you'd returned home as you innocently mulled over your casual, unanswered question. You certainly hadn't left the nightclub with your three friends, so had Michael escorted you home? Oh boy, that must've meant that you had been so out of it, your loyal boyfriend had helped you get back after all. Speaking of which—
"Mmm...Morning, Michael..." You warmly mumbled, sleepily sighing and rubbing at your eyes before snuggling further into his chest; trying to wake up while pushing away the underlaying headache. "How are you feeling today...? Everything okay with you so far...?"
Amused by how adorable you were acting - and just how precious your question towards him had felt - the pale-faced male curled both arms around your body and affectionately cuddled you closer; Michael sweetly stroking your hair, hugging you with one arm in the process. Then, after a few seconds, he forced himself to pull momentarily away; taking out his notepad from his boiler suit's pocket so he could loyally scribble out a response. "GOOᗪ ᗰOᖇᑎIᑎG TO YOᑌ TOO<3 I ᗰIᔕᔕEᗪ YOᑌ<3 ᕼOᗯ ᗪIᗪ YOᑌ ᔕᒪEEᑭ?<3 YOᑌ'ᐯE ᗷEEᑎ ᑕOᗰᑭᒪETEᒪY OᑌT Oᖴ IT. YOᑌ OK?" [A/N: "GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO<3 I MISSED YOU<3 HOW DID YOU SLEEP?<3 YOU'VE BEEN COMPLETELY OUT OF IT. YOU OK?"]
"Completely...out of it...?" You repeated blankly, your eyes widening in surprise when you handed his notepad back to him and realised how late today had actually become. "Huh...Strange...I didn't think that I'd even drank that much last night. Did I go overboard while spending time with my friends...?"
Smiling secretly underneath his mask, Michael playfully nodded; finding your former answer to be heartwarmingly cute. ""I ᗯᗩᔕ ᗯᗩITIᑎG ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ. Y'KᑎOᗯ, ᒪIKE I ᑌᔕᑌᗩᒪᒪY ᗪO? YOᑌ ᔕTᑌᗰᗷᒪEᗪ OᑌT Oᖴ TᕼE ᑎIGᕼTᑕᒪᑌᗷ ᗷY YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ ᗯITᕼOᑌT YOᑌᖇ ᖴᖇIEᑎᗪᔕ, ᗩᒪOᑎE, ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷOᑌᑎᗪEᗪ TOᗯᗩᖇᗪᔕ ᗰE, TO TEᒪᒪ ᗰE EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG TᕼᗩT ᕼᗩᗪ ᕼᗩᑭᑭEᑎEᗪ. YOᑌ ᗯEᖇE ᔕO ᑕᑌTE<3 I ᗩᒪᗰOᔕT ᑕOᑌᒪᗪᑎ'T ᕼᗩᑎᗪᒪE IT. ᖇEᗩᒪᒪY. I ᕼᗩᗪ ᑎO IᗪEᗩ TᕼᗩT ᔕOᗰEOᑎE ᒪIKE YOᑌ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪ ᗷE ᔕO ᑌᑎᗪEᖇ TᕼE IᑎᖴᒪᑌEᑎᑕE. IT ᗯᗩᔕ ᕼIᒪᗩᖇIOᑌᔕ<3 I ᗩᒪᗰOᔕT ᗪIᗪᑎ'T ᗯᗩᑎT YOᑌ TO ᔕᒪEEᑭ ᗷEᑕᗩᑌᔕE Oᖴ IT<3 ᗷᑌT YOᑌ ᗯEᖇE E᙭ᕼᗩᑌᔕTEᗪ. I ᕼᗩᗪ TO GET YOᑌ ᗷᗩᑕK ᕼOᗰE<3" [A/N: "I WAS WAITING FOR YOU. Y'KNOW, LIKE I USUALLY DO? YOU STUMBLED OUT OF THE NIGHTCLUB BY YOURSELF WITHOUT YOUR FRIENDS, ALONE, AND BOUNDED TOWARDS ME, TO TELL ME EVERYTHING THAT HAD HAPPENED. YOU WERE SO CUTE<3 I ALMOST COULDN'T HANDLE IT. REALLY. I HAD NO IDEA THAT SOMEONE LIKE YOU COULD BE SO UNDER THE INFLUENCE. IT WAS HILARIOUS<3 I ALMOST DIDN'T WANT YOU TO SLEEP BECAUSE OF IT<3 BUT YOU WERE EXHAUSTED. I HAD TO GET YOU BACK HOME<3"]
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Horror Movie Scenarios & One Shots!
Фанфик•Scenarios mixed with Slasher one shots, as I've seen that only a few of these exist - I've read almost all of the ones on Wattpad and I grew so frustrated with the lack of Slasher Scenarios/One Shots that I've made a plan to start my own! This will...
