Slashers x Reader One-Shots

★彡[ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍʏᴇʀꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]彡★

This oneshot is shitty, so I pray for you if you read it.

THIS STORY IS A WORK-IN-PROGRESS. OVER TIME, I WILL ADD MORE AND MORE TO THE STORY. If you have any suggestions for the story, comment.

By the way, in these times, kids were trusted to be by themself at young ages. And Michael was arrested at 6 and escaped when he was 21. The reader is a year younger.

Word Count: 1188
Time Taken: Idk, prolly two week
Length: Short
Rating: 2.5/5

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     "I remember the first time I saw him. In Halloween, Haddonfield, 1963. Me and my best friend at the the time, Sam, were playing kickball. Whenever he kicked the ball, it flew across my house. As Sam was running across the bases, I ran to get the ball.

     There, I saw a little boy on a porch. The ball rolled into his front lawn. I remember nervously walking over as soon as I saw him. He watched the ball roll close to him.

     "Um, hi! Th-That's my ball," I proclaimed as I fiddled with my fingers. He looked up at me, his eyes dull yet colorful.

     "In that case," the boy spoke as he stood up and grabbed the ball, "there you go!" He said with a tiny smirk. He threw the ball at me softly, in which I caught.

     "Thank you!" I said with a smile. I noticed him staring at me the entire time, which wouldn't be a problem if he didn't have this strange look in his eye.

     "I'm Y/N! Feel free to play with me and my best friend, Sam, sometime," I proclaimed. I didn't even notice the look.

     "I'm Michael, and I'll play," he said somewhat dully. He jumped off the porch into the lawn and walked towards me. I noticed his face a little red. However, other than him playing with us, I don't remember much.

     Ever since then, I always think about that incident. But I think about it more as I know he was a killer. I was friends with a killer. But that was fifteen years ago, right? And worst of all, there were reports of a man with a mask and knife taunting the people around here.

     Ever since I turned 20, I've noticed my life revolves around death. Yesterday, actually, I had gone to my third funeral of  this month. However, this one was the most tragic for me.

     Sam, my childhood best friend, has his throat slit open. My boyfriend had been beat to death. The murderer or murderers were never found. But people think it's me, no matter how many times I'm proven innocent in court.

     My Mom had been stabbed six times in the back. When I got the call, I drove to her house as quick as possible. The door was open, so I got a look of all the blood splattered across the wall, even while the police held me back. I cried my heart out that day."

     It was a lot to get off my chest. The psychologist, Ms. Vo, had finally written everything down after a minute of silence. I wiped a tear on the sleeve of my dark F/C sweater.

     "I see, my dear. Now, what I want you to do is find something you enjoy- something that calms you. Lay down and listen to soft music; paint or draw; and vice versa," Ms. Vo explained.

     I sighed as I left that place. I was somewhat pissed. The exact same things as last time, I thought. As I made my way to my car, I set my purse down in the passenger's seat.

     I went to turn on my car, however, it delayed. No, it didn't even turn on! I groaned as I load back in my seat. I grew even more annoyed by the second. Godamm Ford Pinto! I tried to turn on the engine again and again, but it just wouldn't turn on.

     After about five minutes if trying to turn on the engine, out if anger, I threw my keys at the windshield. It cracked. I cursed under my breath as I brought my knees up to my chest. I rested my head in my arms as I started crying.

     But could you blame me? I list three crucial people in my life at such a young age. I just became an adult, and I'm already faced with this hellish challenges. And reports are saying Michael Myers, my past friend, is back in Haddonfield. But no one can find him.

     It took some time, but I eventually stopped crying. I tried again to restart my car, and it actually worked this time. I smirked as I got read ready to drive home.

     I walked into my home, finally. It was great to see it, even if I haven't cleaned up yet. Come to think if it, it's right next to the Myers house. But maybe I should try to forget that, for now.

     When I walked into my room to get my pajamas on, I immediately felt paranoid. But that has been going on for a few days. I hummed F/S as I got on a F/C button with matching pants.

     I then went to turn off the light and go to sleep. It took some time, but I finally fell asleep. And, no wonder it took so long to sleep. I was too cold, but maybe that's because I forgot to close my window. Even if I don't remember opening it.

Michael~

     Finally. Finally, asleep. My dear is a heavy sleeper, so there is no need to worry about making too much noise. As I stepped into Y/N's bedroom, I made sure to check for any neibors watching. Since yesterday, nothing had been cleaned, I see. But that's not a problem.

     As I stepped into my dear's room, I made sure to not make a single creaking sound on the wooden floor. I've been in this house so many times, I've memorised every board that would make noise.

     I looked over the precious girl. She was so peaceful when she was asleep. Gorgeous. I just want to cuddle her closely, keep her in my protective arms.

     I smiled at these thoughts. Sitting down on the bed, I flicked a few strands of hair out of her face. Hours passed of me admiring this angel in front of me. God has sent her down for me. I know it.

     Tonight was the night, I decided. When the time finally came, I packed a plastic bag full of clothing for Y/N. After all, she'll be staying with me.

Author-san is too tired to make a whole kidnapping scene~

Y/N~

     I groaned as a sharp pain shot through my neck. And damn, the room was cold. How the hell did I sleep with my head tilted back like this?

I'mma getting comments about people wanting a part 2. This oneshot is something I can edit and add more to. So don't worry! This oneshot isn't completed, so expect changes often! ^^