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

(Request) Acting Like Michael

[This chapter will only be about Michael- as requested, you start acting like Michael]

     Michael has had his moments where he would open up to you and be affectionate, but more often than not he is cold and emotionless. You've grown so used to it that you've become more antisocial yourself... You weren't really aware of it until Michael started acting weird.
     You woke up with Michael staring down at you usual and you had opened your eyes to see him. You sat up with no reaction, you're used to him being creepy in the morning. You got ready as usual, showering and brushing your hair and getting dressed. Your shirt was a little bigger on you than it used to be but you hardly noticed as you walked downstairs.
     You weren't hungry, so you didn't bother making anything. You kinda just wanted to lay on the couch all day, you had no motivation to do anything. Michael was following you silently and you've yet to even say goodmorning to him. You plopped on the couch and turned on the TV and just sat there tiredly with a pape, drained face. Michael sat next to you and stayed emotionless for hours as you just stared blankly at the TV.
     He eventually caught on that you weren't going to feed him, so he stood up and walked in front of you, blocking your view of the TV. You were bored of the show anyway, you sighed and rolled over so your back was to him. You yawned and closed your eyes for a nap which only annoyed him more. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him to which you smacked his hand off of you.
     Clearly he wasn't going to leave you alone so you just lay on your back looking up at the ceiling with dead eyes. Michael wasn't liking this new you... He looked down at your thin body wasting away and he pulled up your shirt, pointing to your ribs. You rolled your eyes and pulled your shirt back down, you weren't in the mood to be touched.
     You thought about saying you weren't hungry but there was honestly no point, he wasn't going to respond. You stayed silent and rolled over to face the TV again but only saw his crotch.
     To your surprise, he started making noises you've never heard before. He was... whining. He whimpered and whined quietly as he shoved your shoulder again. You huffed and turned away from him. "Go cook yourself food," you said coldly. He shook his head and kept whining.
     "I'm not getting up," you mumbled. He huffed and sat on the couch next to your hips and laid down so he was wrapped around you. You didn't move and let him smother you. "What's gotten into you?"
     He buried his face into your neck and kept whining. He quickly pulled away and tugged his mask off, picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the kitchen. You were confused as to why he was suddenly acting like this. He's never been one for making noise or touching you... He sat you down on the counter and started rummaging around in your cupboards, pulling out a can of soup. He set it down in your lap and whined loud enough he might as well have been speaking actual words.
     "Cook it yourself, you know how." You stared at him unenthusiastically and he shook his head violently as he pointed at you. He huffed and shook your head no. "I'm not cooking it." He balled up his fists and grabbed a pot to pour the soup into and put it on the stove to heat up. He came back to you and glared at you with a weird expression on his face. He hesitantly came forward and started kissing your cheek. He only ever gives you awkward uncomfortable affection when you're really REALLY upset... You wondered what made him think you were upset.
     "Michael I'm fine." You pushed him away from you and he huffed loudly and grunted as he pointed to your stomach. The soup had been on for a few minutes so he grabbed the pot and a bowl from the cupboard and poured it in the bowl. You were about to get up off the counter but he shoved the bowl into your hands.
     "You want ME to eat?" He nodded and handed you a spoon. "But I'm not hungry," you mumbled. He shoved the bowl close again and you frowned. "You never cook... you never give me affection... what's making you do it now?" He frowned and for once in his life had a genuine expression on his face as he pointed to your stomach. He grabbed the waistband of your skirt and showed you how it barely held onto you. You frowned, realizing how much weight you lost. "Oh... How did that happen?"
     He started nuzzling you again and whining as he hugged you. "I guess... I've just been really used to you being antisocial and that's rubbed off on me. Sorry..." He kept kissing your cheek and neck and his whining finally softened and he was quiet again. "Is that what was bothering you so much? Me acting like you?" He nodded as he tried to shovel a spoon of soup into your mouth. "Maybe now you know how I feel," you mumbked as you swallowed the soup.
     He huffed and set the bowl down, grabbing your face with both hands and pulling you into a hard kiss. You blushed and let him finish kissing you. He pulled away after a minute and looked at you with an annoyed look in his eyes. "Okay okay I'll stop being like you," you said. You didn't know your over affection and socialization meant that much to him to the point of him whining and demanding affection when you stopped.