Slasher Imagines/Scenarios (mostly NSFW... wink)

The Living Situation

[Quick description of how you meet him and where you two live]

Michael Myers:
     Michael Myers had been locked up in Smith's Grove Sanitarium since he was a child after brutally murdering his teenage sister. News had gotten out quickly about his escape fifteen years later on the eve of Halloween, the day that followed was a dark day for the residents of Haddonfield as he ravaged the town. His whereabouts became a mystery after having been shot several times but disappearing from the scene. It is believed Michael had fled and died away from the scene as no more victims were reported after Halloween night.
     You stayed indoors that night, you heard from Sheriff Brackett that a dangerous inmate had escaped the mental hospital nearby to your home and you were terrified to go outside. Your fears were quickly justified when you found out the next morning the aftermath of Michael's wrath. The week following was full of fear and the whole state stood on tippy toes waiting to know what happened to the devilish man.
     It was assumed he'd died, and you let out a sigh of relief. Only a few days passed since the announcement when you woke up late at night to the sound of knocking on your door. You lived on a small plot of your dad's land outside Haddonfield, you technically lived with your dad but he only returned to the house on weekends once every few weeks to do his share of grocery shopping for you. The knock at the door couldn't have possibly been your father, it was Tuesday...
     You were crushed to find out the culprit of the knock was the beast himself, Michael Myers. He was huge and covered in old blood and dirt but he held no weapon. You thought for sure you'd die that night, but Michael showed no sign of hurting you when he collapsed onto your floor weakly, shivering cold and bleeding from cuts ravishing his body. He needed help...
     You were intimidated, terrified to call the police. Frightfully you offered him your help, which he accepted gratefully in return for sparing your life. You hadn't planned on Michael staying with you for longer than a single night, but you had no authority to tell him to leave. One day turned to a week to several weeks until you had actually grown to like his company. He wasn't anything you'd imagined, he wasn't leaving in the night to slaughter; in fact, the man was... dormant. The two of you grew oddly close to each other, inseparable even, but Michael would never communicate what he really thought of the little hermit that took him in.

Bubba Sawyer:
     You had been visiting Texas for a few days while on a road trip to Oklahoma to see family. The time of year you picked couldn't have been worse, storms tore the state apart and the heat was sweltering when it wasn't raining. It was in one of these horrible storms (the likes of which you would never see in your home state) where you'd been trapped. You and your friend who had been driving pulled over on the side of the road to run down towards a tiny shed in the field.
     The shed stunk something horrible and had no light, but it kept you dry from the hail and sleet outside. "I think I see a house over there..." Your friend pointed to a distant home, two stories and quite old looking. "Stay here, I'll go see if anyone is home."
     Before you could ask to come, he was off, running through the tall grass towards the home in the pounding rain. You waited alone in the dark shed, listening fearfully to the pounding hail that could have fooled for you bullets. Soon after he reached the house, his screaming caught you off guard as he came sprinting back. The sound of a chainsaw roared as he burst into the shed screaming that you had to leave. You followed him out of the shed and ran for your life as a pack of creatures came bounding towards you. You
     You slipped in the soaking grass and the roar caught up to you, hovering above your head as your friend kept running to the car. You couldn't believe he left, the chainsaw held above your head settled as terrifyingly disfigured men hounded you.
     They're the Sawyers, cannibal inbreds. The one wielding a chainsaw is Bubba, a young man hiding behind a disfigured mask. The family was disappointed in your size, you were a runt compared to the friend they had wanted. Despite the lack of meat on your bones, Bubba wanted to keep you around. You had a feeling he liked you and you began to feel safer in the terrifying house when he was around.

Bo Sinclair:
     You lived near Ambrose and always had a weird feeling about the town when you walked by it. You made the mistake of walking in one day and being greeted by wax figurines sitting lifeless around the town. You gasped and stared at them in horror as you crept around the mysterious town until something caught your eye- something alive and moving.
     You followed the mysterious person from a distance and observed him as he worked around the town. Your foot bumped into a glass flower vase and it toppled over onto the road and the man spun around quickly, his trucker cap nearly flying off his head. Now was an appropriate time to run, you don't quite trust the feeling of this place or that man.
     You sprinted the whole way home, but your curiosity remained. You returned the next day and saw him again, then the next day again. He was always alone with the wax figures, you wondered how he lived there like this. Maybe he would appreciate a gift... You began to leave little things in the church of the town, knowing he'd see them. Sometimes flower, sometimes home made food for him. He finally caught on when he waited at the church for you to come one day and saw who had been dropping gifts for him.
     He was intimidating at first, but reassured you that everything was okay. Even after finally being formally introduced, you still left your gifts for him secretly until he started returning the favor.