You sighed as you sat in your last class of the day, which luckily, for you was f/c (Favorite Class). So you paid attention and listened very intensely, your cat ears were perking up from under your f/c hat.
After what felt like an eternity, but was only twenty minutes, the bell rang, dismissing you from the class. You were one of the last people to pack up your items and leave the classroom. But as soon as you turned the corner, a foot tripped you.
You recognized the black high heels and mentally sigh to yourself, R/g/n (Random girl's name). She made your life at school a living hell. There wasn't a day that goes by that she didn't pick on you.
You picked yourself up in time to see her flipping her long hair back and walking down the hallway, her two minions beside her. You groaned and then dusted yourself off and walked to your locker and began to put away some books.
As you made your way outside you noticed the familiar girl and went to turn back, but you were too late and she noticed you trying to dodge her.
"Hey Kitty!" Her voice was as cold as ice as she came closer to you. You weren't sure what to do so you just stood as still as a statue and watched as she took steps towards you. "A helpless little kitty like you shouldn't be out here all alone."
You were unable to even form words as she took steps around you. Little do you know, there was a man in a white mask watching you from afar. He watched you with curious eyes and a frown on his face. He didn't like that you were being picked on. It reminded him of whenever he would get picked on.
"What kind of outfit is that?" The snobby girl scrunched her nose up at the smaller girls outfit. "I guess you probably can't afford anything cuter." The girl shrugged and smirked as she saw the tears form in the other girls eyes.
Michael looked at the snobby girl in disgust and now realized that he found his next victim. He absolutely couldn't stand bullying. He formed a plan in his head as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.
Eventually the bitchy girl left the smaller one alone. The smaller one collected her books and began to walk to what Michael assumed was her house. He watched as the girl took her hat off revealing f/c cat ears and Michael watched as they moved around.
Michael returned to the house that he and all the other slasher's were staying at. He opened the door and instantly saw Ghostface and Chucky arguing.
"You took the rest of my pizza!" Michael could hear Billy yell and he just rolled his eyes behind his mask. He lived with a bunch of children.
"Guys. Meeting." Michael spoke, startling the rest of the slashers. They were still new to Michael actually talking and using his voice.
Slowly, but surely, all the slashers gathered into the room and surrounded Michael as he stood in the middle of the room.
He begins to explain to he group about the cat girl and they silently listen to him, nodding every few minutes.
"So are you going to kill her?" Ghostface asked as he looked around the group, completely clueless about what's going on.
"Well obviously." Freddy crosses his arms and leaves the room, clearly bored of the conversation.
Michael leaves the slasher house and goes to the house that he remembers seeing the bully go to. He looks in through a window and sees the house pretty much empty. He twists the doorknob and to his luck, it was unlocked. He shook his head, but quietly walked into the house and peaked around.
He checked the whole downstairs and didn't see the bully so he decided to go up the stairs, which were very creaky so he struggled to quietly get up them. He began to search each room until he found the bully's.
She was listening to music with a pair of earphones on as she played on her phone. Michael debated watching her have a slow and painful death or a quick death. He didn't want to chase her around and listen to her scream. He decided to make it quick.
He gripped his knife and slowly stalked closer to her and could hear some cringy pop song playing. He quickly grabbed her and slashed her throat before she could make any noise.
He left her to bleed out to death and made his way back down the creaky stairs. He left the door to the house open and began to walk down the street. Nobody really was suspicious of him because it was Halloween and everyone was wearing some kind of costume.
As he made his way back to the slasher house, he decided to take the back alleys to avoid any unneeded attention. He saw the familiar h/c girl coughing up blood on the ground and he took quicker steps and leaned down to see her face.
He wasn't sure what to do in a situation like that, but he followed what his heart was telling him and slowly picked up the girl. She was struggling to keep her eyes open, but eventually she snuggled into the slashers arms and let the darkness consume her.
When the girl awoke, she was on a unfamiliar couch and she sat up a little too quickly and her head began to hurt. She rubbed her temples before looking around the room and then letting out a small scream as she noticed a bunch of men watching her with interest on their faces.
Y/n just let out a small confused noise and nervously looked down at her hands, trying to ignore the stares.
"Boys, quit staring. You're making her uncomfortable." A woman's voice came into the room and your eyes widened whenever you saw a doll making her way towards you with a tray of cookies in her plastic hands. "Hi, hunny, I'm Tiffany."
"Uhm... Y/n." You shook her held out hand and shivered at how cold it was. You slowly looked at the guys and they were still watching you.
"Whenever Michael said he brought a girl back, I wasn't expecting him to bring back a sexy one." A man with what looked like a burnt face said as he took a step closer to you, only to be stopped by the man in the white mask.
"Enough. Come with me." The man said as he grabbed your hand, being careful not to hurt you. You followed him up a set of stairs and into a bedroom with many kitchen knifes laying around.
"I know we just met, but I feel a strong connection towards you." Michael sat you down on the bed and took your hands into his. "We should do something sometime together." He sounded nervous.
"Are you trying to ask me out on a date?" You slightly smiled and looked into the eye holes of the mask and saw his blue eyes, that you already love.
He just nodded to your question and watched you with curious eyes. He wasn't sure what you were going to do next, but thoughts swarmed his mind. He began to watch you closer, waiting for you to try to run. But to his surprise, you didn't.
"I will go on a date with you."
