(Slashers x Reader x DeadByDaylight) Oneshots+Imagines

Michael Myers X Reader | Dare pt 2

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Daddy Myers, 'nough said.

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Gasping for air you quickly sat up, flinching as pain pulsed around your neck. You gently raised your dirty hand to rub the pain away a bit.

"F*ck... What the..." Your sentence was a bit slurred as your vision and mind were still hazy. You quickly noticed your surroundings though. You sat on a cold concrete floor in what you would assume to be a basement? There were no windows though so there goes any window plans you had in your mind from movies. Judging by your sore back you assumed that you'd been passed out for a while. Your eyes scanned the room once again before you let out a sigh.

"Nothing huh..." You mumbled to yourself.

"Nothing..." Tears gathered in your eyes. It wasn't good, this wasn't good, nothing was good. You had no plan, no resources, quickly patting on the side of your thighs you sighed once again. No phone either... It was over what could you do.

Stop talking like that! For f*cks sake your in a basement with old junk! There's gotta be a weapon somewhere. If not, make your own! You sighed for the billionth time. What was the point, that guy was way out of your league (for fiGHTing not loVING). He clearly knew what he was doing, meanwhile you barely knew how to use a pocketknife, plus you were trapped in (what you assumed to be) HIS basement, he already had the upperhand.

There was no point, you were dead. Done. Gone. Dead.

With these thoughts your mind started to go to darker places. Obviously he could have already killed you by now, and no doubt however this was ending it was ending in death. So if he hadn't killed you already what was he planning?

Torture.

He's going to torture you

What?

You stopped him from getting the last two kills, you mocked him and you stabbed him. Surely he would be mad.

No...

He's keeping you alive so he can make you suffer.

Shut up..

He's going to torture you until you're begging for death. Hahaha! You're going to regret ever provoking him! You're~ dead~ you're~ dead~

SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

You clamped your hands over your ears, desperately trying to block out the inner voices. Gritting your teeth while biting your tongue you cried while muffled screams and wails slipped through the silence.

"I'm not dying!" You could almost hear that shell break as you finally broke. The brave girl who dared to fight and mock the Boogeyman was gone. Broken wails and frantic gasps for air as you cried your heart out. It would be safe to assume that whoever was living in the place could hear your cries as you didn't bother keeping them quiet anymore. Slowly yours wails died down to just sniffles and small hiccups.

"I'm not dying..." You curled up into a fetal positon desperately holding your legs to your chest while (hair colour) strands fell over your face. Maybe you'd just go back to sleep. Maybe you'd wake up in a hospital room, or your room. Any room would be better right now.

Sleep sounds nice, and when you wake up you'll be safe and warm.

Michael's P.O.V

She was annoying, arrogant and a bother. She tried to change my morals. She insulted my morals. She insulted me. She even tried to save her pathetic friends and she believes that they actually made it out alive.

I don't understand the true motives myself. The motive for keeping her alive, all I know is that she is interesting. She's already broken but let's see if she will mend the second she sees me by putting that tough act on again. I want to see how she will react to me, surely she will know that she is doomed regardless.

I found something fun to kill time with.

I've found my new obsession.

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O o f.
This is like rly short from me rushing it out so I don't leave you guys on hold forever uwu sorry guys

There will be a pt 3 don't y'all worry.