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

Short Scenario: You Take Them Shopping

[Even living with slashers, you'll eventually have to go to the store. You don't have an endless supply of anything.]

Michael Myers:
     You've been dreading this day: the day you run out of food in the house. Your dad usually does the shopping, but with Michael here the groceries have been getting chewed through way faster. You know you have to go to the store, you just loathe the idea of telling Michael you have to, you're going to have to bring him along...
     Michael was following you around as you searched the kitchen and you turned to him and sighed. "We have to go to the store Michael..." Immediately he shook his head no. He never shakes his head no to anything despite constantly being defiant, you knew you were crossing some boundaries you should NOT be crossing... "Yes, Michael, we need food. We'll be quick! There's a small market just down the street."
     You walked to your dad's room and he followed reluctantly. You pulled out a shirt and some pants and handed them to Michael. He refused to take them and you knew he was going to make this impossible. It took about twenty minutes to forcefully dress him yourself and to convince him to take his mask off with the promise you'd hide his identity with sunglasses and a baseball cap. He looked weird in normal clothes, you don't like it. Neither does he, as he had a permanent furious scowl on his face.
     You dragged him outside with you and started heading towards the street. He dragged his feet and huffed the entire way there like a bratty kid. He followed you silently and maliciously as you sped around the market picking out fruits and vegetables and boxes of food, the cheapest you could afford. Then you turned to see he had vanished at some point and then heard distressed shouting. "Dammit..."
     You followed the shouting to find the store manager yelling at Michael who somehow within only a minute made it halfway across the market and stole candy. Of course he fucking stole candy. You had to think of an excuse quickly. "MI-UH-... MITCHELL!" You couldn't let anyone know it was Michael Myers... You ran to Michael and pulled him away from the manager. "I'm so sorry sir, he's my little brother-" Nobody's gonna fucking believe that you idiot, he's a foot taller than you. The manager raised an eyebrow. "He has... uhm... issues." You felt Michael's hand start to crush yours and you tried not to wince.
     You started pulling him away and towards the counter so you could check out. Once you got away far enough, you started digging your nails into his hand after he stopped squeezing it. "You're in so much trouble, Michael," you said angrily as you headed towards an empty checkout line.

Bubba Sawyer:
     Bubba wasn't big on letting you leave the property, you rarely even asked because the answer was always no. Unfortunately you were in desperate need of new clothes, and you had plenty of money given to you by Bubba from his victims. He doesn't fully understand the concept of money and his family has no idea how much you have now... The only issue was getting Bubba to agree.
     He came into the shed to find you counting the money and he waddled over to you gently with his head tilted to see what you were doing. You finished counting and then turned to him. "Bubba... I uhm... I really need some new clothes. I have the money..." You watched as his eyes changed under the mask and he quickly shook his head no. "C'mon Bubba! Look at me!" You gestured towards your mangled dress covered in holes and stains barely staying on your body.
     He hung his head a little after he examined the horrendous dress. "Please Bubba, we'll be really quick!" He was quiet for a moment before whining a little but rest his head on your shoulder. "I promise it will be fast, okay?" He nodded slowly and raised his head. You stood up so you could reach his face and gently pulled his mask off. He didn't fight you but he did whine slightly.
     "Your mask will scare people... come here." You pulled his head down towards you gently and wiped dried blood off his face. "Why don't you put on something clean... your shirt has blood stains." He quickly got into clean clothes and you grabbed your money to go. The moment you stepped out the door, he grabbed your hand and held it tight as you led him down the road towards society. You didn't want to risk getting caught, so you opted out for walking instead of driving.
     "There's a thrift store in town a few miles from here, my friends passed it when we came here." You hung your head a little bit, you didn't like to tall about those traitors. He squeezed your hand tighter as you kept walking.
     It took roughly an hour to get to the store and you could barely walk when you got there. As soon as you got into the dark, cool building, you felt like you were going to pass out. Bubba who seemingly had no issue in the heat picked you up gently and grabbed a shopping basket in his other hand. He kept his face away from the only employee in the store, hating being in public.
     He carried you through the story gently as he quickly grabbed anything he thought was pretty and tossed it in the basket then quickly waddled to the counter, his heart beating fast and anxiously. He set the basket on the the counter and you pulled yourself off of him just enough to grab the money from your pocket.
     He paid for the clothes and stuffed them into a plastic bag and then quickly bolted towards the door, whining slightly. Once he made it out of the town borders, whimpering the whole way, he slowed down. He still carried you on the way home and you nuzzled him gently. "You did good, sweetheart." You kissed his cheek and his whimpers disappeared.