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

Short Scenario: They Piss You Off

Michael Myers:
     You were outside watering your flowers while Michael sat inside staring through the window, watching you tentatively. You were just about to finish when he decided to join you and came walking slowly outside. He circled around you for a moment then stood next to your flowers, bright pink and starting to bloom.
     "What do you think?" You looked up at him as you sat on your knees in the grass. You knew he wouldn't answer you verbally, but you never would have predicted him stomping on some of the flowers forcefully as he stared at you. Your heart sank and your face drained of color as you watched in horror, then all your color came rushing back as you turned bright red and stood up.
     You pushed him hard on the chest, hard enough to push him over. His eyes widened as he fell back onto is rear and you stomped towards him, wrapping an arm around his head and yanking him back to his feet while keeping him at your height. You dragged him beside you indoors and he didn't fight back at all, he knew he had fucked up.
     You slammed the door shut once inside and you dragged him under your arm to a corner of the wall and dropped him, pointing menacingly to the corner.
     "Corner. Now." He obliged and turned around slowly to face the corner with his head down. "Think about what you did, and no sweets for you for a WEEK!" You watched as his body subtly slumped after hearing his punishment.

Bubba Sawyer:
     You and Bubba had spent the entire day at his family's house, he helped cook a massive meal and now you were alone cleaning all the dishes. You hoped you would be able to win his family over if you proved yourself useful. You scrubbed away for nearly two hours once you finally finished.
     Bubba wandered in, looking around as if he'd lost something and then his eyes landed on you and his face lifted like he found what he lost. He came over to you excitedly as you dried your hands off next to a stack of clean dishes you were about to put away.
     "Hi Bubby, what are you up to?" He wrapped his hands around your little waist gently and nuzzled you, then pointed to the clean plates. "You... want to help?" He nodded happily and grabbed a plate. You weren't so sure it was a good idea, but you let him go ahead. He turned to put the plate away and he set it down in a cupboard gently as can be.
     He came back for another plate, then put it away gently. He kept putting away plates one by one until he started getting cocky. He started grabbing plates by the stack and going to the cupboard until he bumped his big stomach into the counter, sending the plates forward with crazy momentum.
     Several of them flew out of the stack and crashed to the ground, shattering. He turned and looked back at you with huge, terrified eyes. Drayton came stomping in and saw the plate in your hand and the shattered plates on the floor, disregarding Bubba.
     "You fucking lunatic, what do you think you're doing?" He took the plates from you and smacked you away from the kitchen. You sulked out with Bubba trailing behind you silently with his head down. Your face was bright red and furious, you knew Bubba didn't mean it but you hated how you were the one being yelled at for it.
     Bubba gently pulled you onto his leg as he sat on the couch and you didn't fight him. You sat there angrily, smacking him away from you every time he tried to put a hand on you. You huffed and sat in his lap furiously like an angry, evil little lap dog.

Bo Sinclair:
     Bo was a jerk frequently, but today had been particularly terrible. Every time he spoke he seemed to hurt your feelings and say something rude. He went too far when he tried to get it on with you after treating you like shit the entire day.
     You were pulling your shoes on to walk home, fed up with his assholery. He came in from the garage and saw you getting ready to leave and wasn't having any of it. "Where do you think you're going, lil shit?"
     "Home." You were short and cross and he narrowed his eyes at you. He grabbed your arm and yanked you towards him for a sloppy kiss on the lips. He slid his hand into your shorts and started tugging them down, but you pulled away. "No Bo. I'm going home."
     "Like hell you are!" He started getting more aggressive as he shoved you into the wall and started grinding against you. You had enough of him, you kneed him hard in the crotch and kicked him off of you, dropping him to his knees. "You little bitch!!"
     Before he could react, you grabbed his ear and tugged, making him yell. He clenched his eyes as you pulled him out to the garage. "You," you started angrily. "WILL BE NICE TO ME." He stared at you with wide eyes silently until you finished yelling at him. You let go of his ear and he rubbed it sorely. "Now take me home." He nodded awkwardly and anxiously as he walked quickly to his truck, unlocking it and opening a door for you as he helped you in.
     Bo always acted tough but you know he's scared shitless of you when you're angry.

Thomas Hewitt:
     There isn't much Thomas can do to anger you, but there is one thing... You can not stand the thought of him killing, it sickens you to even think of what the family has made him do to people. You were in your room in the basement when you heard a sound you always hoped to never hear again each time you hear it. A sharp scream pierced the basement followed by Thomas stomping around then revving his chainsaw.
     You held the pillow over your head to block at the girl screaming as Thomas killed her and tears drowned your eyes. Several minutes of silence passed and there was the sound of his boots pounding and then Uncle Hoyt congratulating him. Then Thomas walked into your room.
     You immediately turned your back to him and came close, resting a bloody hand on your shoulder. You smacked it away and looked up at him with angry crying eyes. He tilted his head slightly and sat down on the bed. You started kicking him in the stomach and the chest trying to shoo him off the bed. "Go away!"
     He obediently stood up from the bed but didn't leave, he looked down at you and tried once more to touch you. You swung at him and glared angrily with tears still streaming down your face.
     "I said go away! I don't want to see you!!"