Slashers x Reader One-Shots

Short! Reader x Michael Myers

I know I haven't made a story in a while but I feel, believe it or not, rather :) right now. No, that doesn't mean happy. It means :)

Oh, and the image up there is mine! I made it in about a minute so it's kinda trash :P
And I'm learning Japanese so that's Japanese text- "Grass, Michael Myers, Boogyman, Halloween" is what is says!

Also, I just want people to know about this since people sometimes get confused:

The way I write is semi-literate, obviously. But I've had problems with describing too much and having little action. Sorry about that by the way-- And I tend to be kinda not-so-serious, too, hence why I intentionally write words wrong.
When I write words with spaces (n a n I t h e h e cc) that's just to emphasize words humorously. When I write words with two C's, that's also me being not-so-serious. Such as, "better sticc than thicc." I say that because my sticc of a friend insults themself for being skinny when here I am, the irl version of Juicy when he plays the thicc brush in videos.

Sometimes I'll say hecc with two C's even. And when I add "-" or "--" oR "-" they tend to have different meanings.
Like if the reader is confused af or says something quickly, I'd either put "-" or "--." Or the reader is cut off, I'll put "-."

This is requested by a fellow Naruto fan, itachiuchihaforever and a name I can't say without Wattpad shutting down! And sorry that it's kinda sucky ^^"' After I got out of Slashers about a year ago, I stopped watching the movies so often so I can't remember the ending of the second movie--

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Third Person

Ah yes. Y/N's favorite part of the day. Trying to cook. Was that sarcasm? Partially.

Y/N loved cooking; it was so satisfying to see people enjoy her food. But the part she hated was trying to reach the goDDAMN bowls and ingredients from the cabinets. Why did the construction workers have to put them 17 light years high?

Of course, it wasn't the construction workers' fault. It's just that Y/N is the size of a fifth grader. 4'6" tall. What makes it harder to live being so short? Living with someone who's 6'7."

You see, a while ago, there was a certain incident...

A tall male in a white mask and blue jumpsuit, brown hair and blue eyes, found himself in the home of another. He silently panted in his mask, in pain even if he wouldn't show it. Rolling up his sleeves and pulling up the bottom of his shirt, Michael started checking for severe wounds.

"Damn, you're hot..." Some short woman mumbled, turning on the kitchen light. Michael perked up, pulling his shirt back down and reaching for his knife.

"Oh, damn, wrong time to speak up? Sorry," Y/N said, not even knowing if she was being sarcastic in that sentence or not. Mainly since author-san doesn't know if their being sarcastic or not. Anyway--

Michael started walking towards her with the knife, not running since we all know that Michael can walk and still win Olympic runs. Y/N just grabbed a candy bar in her cabinet, opening it and taking a bit.