You were the newest addition to the slasher house. Everyone had grown to like you, some more than others. It took some time for everyone to adjust, including you. Hell, especially you. Everyone was so overwhelming at times, especially when you first arrived. All of their personalities were so different. Some of them acted similar such as Michael and Jason, but they really weren't once you got to know them.
Michael...
He was alright once you first met him. You treated him just like all of the other slashers. You hung out with him occasionally when you first met him. But now, he's different. Something suddenly changed in him.
You noticed his blue eyes always watching you. Piercing through you. There was one time you even woke up in the middle of the night and noticed him peaking through the door at you. Ever since that night, you couldn't be around him. You wouldn't admit this to anyone else, but he frightened you.
You knew what he was capable of. And you knew how obsessive he could be.
Once you arrived you had instantly taken a liking to Tiffany. She told you about everyone there, and showed you around. You took a liking to her motherly nature.
Though you never told anyone that another slasher frightened you, most of them could see it on your face whenever Michael came nearby. Your awkward stance, the way your eyes stayed glued to the floor, and how you would shuffle as far away from him as you possibly could without drawing too much attention to yourself.
You weren't too concerned about the other slashers knowing how you felt towards Michael, but you worried about if he knew that he made you uncomfortable and that you didn't particularly like him.
Most of the time the house was nearly empty. Most of the slashers go out to do their own things. You didn't go out often though. Neither did Michael and Jason. Michael almost never left the house. Jason would only leave when he sensed that someone was in his camp.
You sat in your bedroom, simply reading a book on a warm summer night. Chucky and Tiffany were out on a date, which was her demand. Ghostface went to go hunt down Sidney. You had no idea what Freddy was doing. Pennywise spoke too fast for you to understand, but you managed to make out the words 'stupid losers club'. And everyone else was gone. Expect for you, Michael, and Jason of course.
Eventually you let out a loud sigh and closed the book, placing it on the bed beside you. It was always so boring when everyone was gone. You got out of bed and made your way down the old wooden, creaky stairs.
Upon hearing the creaks, Michael turned his head that was previously looking at the television, to the bottom of the stairs just in time to see you take the final step.
Michael's eyes on you were the only thing that you could feel as soon as your feet hit the floor. A cold chill ran down your spine at just the feeling of his eyes piercing through you.
Your (eye color) orbs found their way to Michael, who was simply on the couch, now looking at the television, or so it seemed. Jason sat next to him, his eyes locked on the television. You knew that he noticed your presence because he scooted over, leaving you a spot on the edge of the sofa.
You took a deep breath before letting it out and slowly walking over to the couch and sitting down. Luckily for you, Jason was right in the middle of the two of you.
The three of you sat like this for an hour or so before Jason suddenly stood up. You watched as he quickly grabbed his machete and took off out of the front door.
As soon as you heard the door slam, indicating that Jason was gone, you shrunk down in your seat. It was only you and Michael. It had never only been the two of you.
You could feel his eyes looking at you again, but you forced yourself to stay focused on the tv.
You could feel him slowly move closer to you. You couldn't control your body as it tensed up. You could feel him right next to you.
You felt a warm feeling on your hand. You quickly looked down to see his large hand on top of yours. Your eyes trailed back up to his mask. You looked through the eye holes at his blue eyes and realization hit you.
Michael didn't want to cause you any harm. He simply had a little crush on you, right? That's harmless.
You slowly relaxed your body and let out a quiet sigh of relief. You overreacted all this time over nothing.
You and Michael sat there, simply eyeing each other. Gears were turning in your head as your thoughts raced all over the place.
You suddenly snapped out of your thoughts whenever a pair of surprisingly soft lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes widened as you saw Michael was kissing you. His mask was just slightly pulled up so you could see his lips.
You slowly closed your eyes and let it happen. The kiss was rough and you didn't doubt that this was his first kiss. But, believe it or not, you actually enjoyed it. As soo as you broke apart, his mask went back down and he turned his head towards the television again.
His hand was back on yours and it was now holding yours tightly. It almost began to ache, he had such an iron grasp on you.
Then you realized.
You had it all wrong. Michael didn't have a little harmless crush on you. You were his, whether you liked it or not. There was no way he would ever let you leave him. You belonged to him.
You were his possession.
