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

Their POV

[In this chapter, everything will be from the perspective of the slashers and and refer to you as she!]

Michael Myers:
     Y/N isn't awake yet. I woke up first. I got up from the bed she insists I sleep in and I walked over to her side to wait for her. She looks weird when she sleeps, otherwise she's pretty when she's awake. I've seen prettier, but I prefer her. I let her take care of me after Halloween. She was nice.
     Other people have been nice to me. Other people aren't loyal, though. She only wants me, if that ever changes then I won't have any use for her anymore. I don't like people, but I suppose she's the exception. She's pretty. And nice.
     She started waking up, disturbing my train of thought. I looked down at her and kept waiting for her to open her eyes. She finally did and sat up.
     "Michael, I told you to stop staring at me like that in the morning!" She did. I didn't listen. I don't care. I like watching her. She yawned and I could see her teeth. "What do you want for breakfast?" Candy. I want candy. "I can make you some cereal," I want candy. "Or maybe toast?" Candy. "Waffles?" I. Want. Candy. My fists started to ball up. She saw them.
     "Let me guess... you want candy." She rolled her eyes and I released my fists. Yes. She stood up and started getting ready for the day, so I watched. Maybe if I'm good she'll give me candy.

Bubba Sawyer:
     I want to be with Y/N forever, but I think I made her angry today... what if  she leaves me? I love her so much, I don't know what I'd do without her... She's always on my mind, all day every day. She wanted to be alone in our shed but it was killing me to be away from her...
     I waited outside quietly in the heat, sitting on the ground whimpering. I broke one of her favorite necklaces, it was really pretty on her and I just wanted a closer look. I didn't mean to break it. It's been hours since she's told me to go away, maybe she'll let me in now.
     I sat up and opened the door slowly, poking my head inside. She was on the bed with her back to me. Y/N? Are you still mad at me? Of course, the words didn't come out as actual words... I don't actually know how to talk, but I still tried to speak and let out little grunts and squeals and whines. She huffed and rolled over to face me.
     "What do you want, Bubba?" She glared at me so angrily, I hung my head and whined.
     I'm sorry I broke the necklace, please forgive me! I waddled over to her and climbed onto the bed with her, burying her with cuddles and whimpers. She sighed and touched my face gently and I smiled. "Alright alright Bubba, I'm sorry I kicked you out. I forgive you honey." I squealed happily and nuzzled her and planted kisses all over her sweet little face.

Bo Sinclair:
     I'm going to Y/N's today, she's been too sick to walk to Ambrose and I kinda miss her. It's been a week and a half since I've seen her and I feel a bit guilty for not coming to see her sooner. I drove out of town to head to the nearest convenience store and picked up some cough syrup and flowers for her before I drove to her house.
     I unlocked her door with the key she gave me and walked in. "Baby? You up?" I walked towards the living room and found her asleep on the couch surrounded by tissues. I went to the kitchen and set the flowers down before getting a spoon and walking back to her. She looks terrible, her little nose and eyelids were bright red and her usually soft lips were cracked and dry. I knelt down and poured some medicine into the spoon and pat her little face. "Hey, open your mouth hun."
     She opened her eyes slightly and parted her sad little lips just enough for me to slip the spoon in her mouth. She immediately wanted to spit it out but I covered her mouth and held it shut. She whined and wriggled and bit my palm. Little shit...
     After she settled down again, I picked her up gently and held her tight as I walked her to her room. I put her in her bed and tucked her in, kissing her warm head. I don't have anything else to do this weekend, so I GUESS I'll stay here until she's better...

Thomas Hewitt:
     Y/N is sleeping late today, she usually sleeps in but not this late. I think the family activities keep her up at night. I'm used to the screams, but she probably isn't. She's too sweet to have to deal with this, I should improve her room for her.
     I was careful not to wake her up, she needs her sleep. I got permission from Hoyt to bring down a can of paint from the garage. Luckily we had one in her favorite color, but not enough to do her whole room. I can't paint an entire room while she's sleeping anyway, the smell will wake her up and make her cough.
     I settled for painting flowers on her wall. I'm not a great artist but I tried to make them pretty, just like her. I painted flowers all over the room and took the can back upstairs, returning with one of the curtains from the house windows. Hopefully Uncle Hoyt won't mind. I draped the curtain around her bed posts to make a small shady canopy.
     She could use some new furniture, but that would take a while to make. I'll still make it happen regardless. She started to wake up, so I walked over to her and knelt down in front of her. She opened her eyes and looked around the room almost confused. "Thomas did you... paint my room?" I nodded gently.
      She smiled and wrapped her arms around my head, hugging me pulling me into her warm chest. "I love it," she said happily. I smiled under my mask, but she couldn't see.

Lester Sinclair:
     Y/N is just bout the prettiest damn girl I ever seen. She's so gorgeous, even when she's sleepin she looks like a lil angel. She must be getting used to being around a gross guy like me as she fell asleep in my truck. I was drivin her home after spendin the while day with her. She mostly just followed me around as I worked and then I took her to buy some ice cream for bein so patient.
     I rolled up to her house and parked, turnin off my truck. She looked so peaceful I don't wanna disturb the poor girl. I guess I'll wait out here with her. Not the first time I slept in my truck anyway. Although it's probably gonna get cold and it might rain... I should go inside and get her some blankets.
     I unbuckled myself and got out of my truck, leavin the door open so I didn't have to slam it shut and wake her. I walked into her house and grabbed a blanket from her room, then started to head back. I climbed back into my truck quietly and reached over to drape the blanket over her fragile lil body. I tried pullin the door shut as quiet as possible, wakin her up would be the meanest thing I could do right now.
     I leaned back in my seat and yawned as I closed my eyes. The soft sound of her breathin was all I needed to feel comfortable. I reached my arm over and gently laid it around her, her body balled up in the blanket was so warm and soft against my arm. She's the cutest lil thing in the world and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her. "Goodnight baby," I whispered to her quietly.