I thought since Halloween is coming, why not do a Halloween book.
Requests are open to do any Classic Horror Movie Icon. I will do Michael Myers, Freddy, Jason, Chucky and Tiffany, etc. I will not do the newer ones.
A/N- This was a request by Fnaduppet. Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy the story.
How He Meets/ Finds You- You were in an orphanage because your birth parents really didn't want you. You were just a few days old and a mean family took you in. They didn't give a damn about you, for all they cared about was money and their child, a young boy named Harry. One night, while watching the news your "adopted" parents heard about LeatherFace and got an idea. They were going to sacrifice you to him. He broke in through your window and saw you laying on the cold floor, injured and crying. "Shh... I won't hurt you." He said as he picked you up. He saw that you had black and blue marks all over your arms and boy did he get pissed. "Don't you worry, little one. I'll take you away from these bad people and you'll never see them again." He cooed as he placed a soft towel down for you to lay on. "I'll take care of you, but first I'm going to "take care of your parents first." Luckily Harry was at his grandparents house. He closed your door and went "hunting" for your so-called "adopted parents." He saw them "fooling around" in the living room. He revved up the chainsaw and made sure that they would never come back.
He came back to you and picked you up. You were scared at first, because of the mask he wore. He noticed that you were scared, so he took off his mask and you cooed at him. "You're safe now. Huh I don't know your name, little one. What shall I call you? How about y/n?" You squealed as he said your name. "Let's got home, y/n."
Their First Night with You at Home- Once your "new daddy" brought you home, he called for his wife, Darla to let her know that he was home. "I'm in the kitchen, darling. I'm making dinner." She said. Your daddy hung up his coat and put his chainsaw in a safe place, so you couldn't get it. "Darla, honey. I hope you don't mind but I brought home a little guest." "Not at all, Thomas." Your daddy came into the kitchen with you in his arms. "Oh Thomas. She's/he's is beautiful. Where did you get her/him?" "At a house. The so-called "parents" hurt her/him and left her/him on floor in a room with no crib or anything." Darla looked at you and saw what her husband was talking about. She saw the burse marks on your little arms. "Aw poor baby. I have some medicine that will help those nasty boo-boos." She cooed at you. You smiled as she gave you a kiss.
You loved your new family, but your eyelids and mind were telling you that it was time for bed. "Aw, Thomas. Look, our new baby girl/boy is falling asleep." Your daddy looked down at you and smiled. "Where are we going to put her/him? We don't own any baby stuff." Your mommy said. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I know how to make a crib, changing table, etc. I learned that from my father. But for now, y/n can sleep on the couch until we make her/his nursery." Your daddy told your mommy. "You named her/him y/n?" "Yes. I just said it and she/he giggled, so her/his name is y/n." "Y/n? I love it. Sleep tight, little y/n." Both of new parents cooed before going into the kitchen to eat dinner.
Who He Trusts to Baby-Sit You- Your new mommy/ his wife, Darla. Whenever he went out, he knew that you were safe and in very good hands. You and your mommy loved being with each other as much as you did with your daddy. She would play with you, cuddle you and your favorite, snuggle with you. She knew how to keep you happy, when your daddy was gone, but nothing beat your time together as a family.
The Nursery They Make for You- Your daddy was in his workshop making your crib and changing table, while your mommy fed you, gave you a bath and aided your injuries. Once you were in your pj's, your mommy played with you so your nursery was a surprise. After at least three-four hours of work, your nursery was complete. "Okay, honey. You can bring y/n upstairs now." "Alright dear. Come here, sweetie. Daddy and Mommy has a surprise for you." She cooed. Once the two of you were upstairs, you saw your daddy and you made cute baby sounds. "Are you ready to see what your surprise is, y/n?" You gave your parents a big smile to confirm your answer. Your daddy opened the door, while your mommy covered your eyes and walked inside your new nursery.
"Open your eyes, y/n." Your daddy cooed. Your mommy removed her hand from your e/c eyes. You smiled and cooed as you looked at your new nursery. "Do you love your nursery, my sweet baby girl/boy?" Your mommy cooed. You giggled at both of them. "Okay little one. It's time for sleepy-bye." Your mommy cooed as she placed you down in your new comfy crib. Your daddy covered you with a soft-warm blanket. They kissed you good-night and put on your mobile and smiled as you began to yawn and your eyelids started to close. "Good-night baby y/n. We love you." They said as they left your nursery.
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How They Take Care of You (Feeding)- You were in your f/c highchair, playing with a spoon, while your mommy was making you some baby rice cereal for you. "Do you love the spoon, sweetie?" Your mommy coos at you. You just giggle and go back to playing. "Okay, y/n. It's lunch time and mommy made fresh bottle with some yummy baby cereal in it." She cooed as she took you into the living room and sat in the rocking chair and fed you. At first you really weren't taking your bottle, which got your mommy very worried. "Oh y/n. Why aren't you eating? I better call your daddy. Thomas!" "Darla? What's wrong? Are you and y/n okay?" "We're fine, but she's/he's not eating." "Here, let me try. Come here, my sweet girl/boy." Your daddy cooed as he placed you in his arms. He got your bottle and tried to feed you and you still wouldn't take it. The reason why you wouldn't take it is because you were afraid that your parents would take away your bottle forever, so you just won't eat. "It's okay y/n. You can have the bottle. We won't take it away from you. We promise." Your daddy cooed as he tried again to feed you. As soon as the bottle was near your lips, you began to eat, which made both of your parents happy. "Good girl/boy, y/n."
(Diaper Changing)- After you were fed and had an afternoon nap, you woke up in a dirty diaper. You began to cry for you didn't like being dirty. "Aw, what's the matter y/n? Oh I think you need a new diaper." Your mommy cooed as she took you to the changing table. "Look at what mommy has. It's little Roo." Your mommy cooed as she gave you Roo to play with, while she changed your dirty diaper. "Whew. Someone left mommy a surprise in her/his diapee for mommy." She cooed in her baby voice. She worked her "mommy magic" to get all clean and into a fresh a diaper. "There we go. All clean. Who's my happy baby? Who's my happy baby? Y/n is! Oh yes you are. Yes you are." She cooed as she gently tossed you into the air and caught you. "I think next time, you have a "surprise" in your diaper, daddy can change you." She cooed as she tickled you.
How You Cheer Them Up- You were crawling around on in the kitchen, while your mommy was cooking dinner. You were making cute baby sounds that she loved so much. Your daddy came home and was in a bad mood. "Darla. I'm home." "Did ya hear that sweetie. Daddy's home. Do you wanna see him?" She cooed as she picked you up. The two of walked into the living room and saw your daddy looking very upset. "Thomas? Darling? Are you alright?" "No, Darla. I just want to be alone." " Alright, but going to leave y/n in here because I'm going to use the oven and I don't want y/n to hurt or burned." "Fine." Your mommy placed you in your playpen and said "be a good girl/boy. Okay, y/n." Sha said as she gave you a kiss and returned to the kitchen. Your daddy was watching the news, when your daddy started to get angry because one of his victims got away. You could sense his anger and it scared you, so you let out a whimper and grabbed Kanga and held her tight. Your daddy looked over at you and saw you on the verge of crying. "No, y/n. Shh... please don't cry sweetie." Your daddy cooed as he bounced you in his arms, trying to calm you down.
You calmed down and your daddy took you over to the couch and placed you on his lap. You saw the chainsaw and pulled on your daddy's shirt. "What is it, baby girl/ boy?" He asked. You pointed at the chainsaw and said "Oom. Oom." (Vroom, Vroom) Your daddy smiled and said "What was that, y/n?" "Oom. Oom." You said again, making your daddy very happy. "Darla! Come quick! Y/n is trying to talk!" "What?" "Watch. Y/n? What noise does the chainsaw make?" "Oom. Oom." "Aw. She's/he's so smart. I'll start baking y/f/d (your favorite dessert ) since someone is tryin to talk." She cooed as she went back into the kitchen. "Good job, y/n. Now say daddy." Your daddy cooed as you just babbled, making him smile.
