The Slashers Accidently Killing Their S/o

The slashers accidently killing their s/o

Micheal Myers

Micheal snapped and his s/o was there at the wrong place at the worst time, Micheal doesn’t feel anything at first and would just stare down at his s/o’s body before leaving them there to be found, after the body had been found and a few days pass that when things really start to set in for him, he suddenly feels more empty then he was before and that somethings missing, well his s/o is obviously missing but he doesn’t see it that way, he sees it as his routine is being missing, his dinner is missing, his couch buddy is missing, more then just his s/o is missing and that’s when he snaps again realizing that he is the reason he lost all that and his s/o, after realizing that Micheal shifts into maximum overdrive when it comes to his aggression and his little murder side hustle, he truly become a shape of a human that everyone said he was when he takes out his s/o

Jason Voorhees

With Jason it was an accident, he didn’t outright go and kill his s/o but it was the traps that he set to keep the camp and his s/o safe that killed them, they most likely would have gotten stuck in one and weren’t lucky enough to get out themselves or Jason was just a tad bit too late to come and save them when he finds them he’s in shock, and he’s very much angry at himself, he blames himself more and more as each second goes by and he would form the illusion that his s/o Is still there like he did with Pamela, he would try to cope by making himself believe that they didn’t die and that they were still there and this would heal him a bit, but a tiny voice that sounds like his s/o’s at the back of his mind would tell him that it was his fault and that he is why they are gone would undo all his healing and reopen that wound over and over again and never let him properly cope or move on

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would have accidentally got his s/p while he got his victim, a very sad two for one, a victim would have pulled his s/o against them and tried to use them as a bargaining chip and he would have sawed through his victim from the back and not realized that his s/o was much closer than he first thought. Seeing that and having to watch his s/o die in A very very painful way will absolutely destroy him. Watching his s/o die right in front of him sends him over and everything around him just goes fuzzy and all the sounds to him are just muffled yelling and noise, he would feel numb and just hold them as they die and their last words would go into his head and bounce around in there, and he’s going to stay in that state for a very long time even after they die, where he’s just on autopilot, he’ll eat less and less and he’ll stop feeling everything but grief, loneliness, and guilt every day after that

Brahms heelshire

Brahms killed his s/o during one of his Fits, this gone got really out of hand and he didn’t realize what he was doing, until rhe damage was already done and nothing could be done to undo or stop it, after realizing what happens brahms will lose a few brain cells and he will beg his s/o to stop bleeding, like they can just magically stop, he’ll start start apologize and cry and try to stop the bleeding himself but since he dosent really know what he’s doing he’ll end up casing more pain then there was before and then he’ll start to cry harder, once they are dead he will lay there next to their body for awhile hoping that they’ll just wake up and things will be normal, but once he realizes that they aren’t he’ll move the body outside and try to give his s/o a proper funeral, but he wouldn’t be able to deal with being the one to burry his s/o, so he’d be forced to stop in the middle of things because of how emotional he will get, brahms will finish eventually but he can’t cope with them dying and end up making a doll of his s/o and he’ll take over as nanny and just pretend that he’s taking care of his s/o until they are better and they can take care of him again

Bo Sinclair

Bo much like some of the slashers before him would end up killing his s/o on a fit of rage, an argument that had to much yelling, beer and him not listening, he would get physical with his s/o after many many beers and extra hard and long day filled with extra difficult victims, and something small that his s/o would say would send him over the edge, and lead him to not being able to control himself, he would end up taking it all out on his s/o, and leaving them there on the floor to die, but not realizing that he killed them he expected them to be fine and thought they would be able to get up so he’d leave them there and go to bed for the night and wake up feeling a bit guilty, so when he’d go down to apologize to them he’d find lester and Vincent In the kitchen, lester with a somber look and Vincent with a loon of fear, and by the facial expressions alone he’d know what happend and what fate he’d given his s/o and that’s when he’d leave and when he’s alone, and he knows he’s alone, he’d break down letting the consequences of his actions skin in and all the negative emotions that come with it in as well, he wouldn’t come back for a couple of days, worrying both lester and Vincent but when he does he’s taken to where his s/o now lays, he’d be relieved that they weren’t tossed into the road kill pit and that they were actually burried in the town properly, but he’d never be able to walk past their grave with his head up, he’d never be able to let go of things after that as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wouldn’t be the out right cause of his s/o’s death, but him accidently slipping up and a victim getting away would do the job, the victim would mistake his s/o as someone who’s hostile and get them while they are off guard ending them in a quick enough way where it would have been almost impossible to stop, Vincent wouldn’t be able to continue chasing after the victim and would just pray that bo or lester caught them up ahead, he’d sit there with his s/o and let out muffled and painful sounding crys as he tried to comfort them as best as he could so they wouldn’t die alone, but he knows this and this hurts him more, he thinks that if he’d been a little more cautious he could have prevented this or that if maybe he’d just done something a little different he wouldn’t be sitting there watching his s/o die, but he didn’t and that knowledge eats him up from the inside out, he’d sit there with them until they passed and put them somewhere else that’s safe for a little bit while he gets things ready, he’d try to make his s/o Into a wax figure to preserve the memory of them but half way through he wouldn’t be able to continue and he’d have a break down right there, he’d end up finishing but he wouldn’t be able to put them out for everyone to see, he wouldn’t be able to live with them in the town, passing their statue would bring him an unbearable pain he wouldn’t be able to handle so he’d Settle for burying them in a respectful way, somewhere a bit away from the town where he knows his s/o will be safe, and where more victims wouldn’t be able to hurt them

Mark Hoffman

Marks choices are what killed his s/o, he has many things to worry about as an apprentice so when he was told he was going to be tested, he didn’t expect his s/o to be in the test, and he tried his best to save them, he really did, but it wasn’t enough, he tried to give more than he could but it wasn’t enough and he lost them because of that, and he believes that since he wasn’t careful enough and didn’t get them out before they were even in the spot to use in a test, that they died because of him and that their blood was on his hands, he wants able to comfort them and his s/o died scared, and that eats away at him. He’ll give his s/o the best funeral his money can get but after that, all his morales go out the window and he’s out for blood, looking to find the person who put them into being with and to start with them after marks s/o dies its a blood bath that no one can stop, they were all he had left

Slashers x Reader

Characters: Bubba Sawyer, Rz! Michael Myers, OG! Michael Myers, Peepaw Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Erik Destler.

Okay so its almost 4am this might not make sense in some parts??? I apologize lol I'll fix any mistakes or weird shit later today/tomorrow. I hope this is okay!

Not proof read.

Hello!💖🦫 I Don't Know If Your Requests Are Open, But In Case They Are; Can I Ask For Slashers Reacting

❥ Bubba is confused and alert-- he isn't sure if you saw or heard anything until you explain it was a nightmare. He's honestly had some so he can relate and he'd never judge you, even if the nightmares seem a little silly to others.

❥ This boy is the cuddle master. He's inexperienced but the pure joy and affection he gives you through cuddles make up for the occasional awkward moments. Bubba will try asking if you want held first so be prepared for some quiet babbling and hand gestures. He's fine with not getting any sleep if that means you feel safer.

❥ Now if the nightmare is brutal and you wake up screaming, sobbing, kicking-- you'll probably thrash around and hit him accidentally. This won't phase him at all though so it's alright. Tbh he's more concerned about the screaming than any small bruises he may get. Bubba hates seeing you in such a horrible situation and tries everything in the book.

❥ Bubba likes to gently touch your face and play with your hands. He hopes the sensations will calm you down enough to fall back asleep. He might hum if you ask sweetly. And if you do? He hums a song that reminds him of you.

❥ RZ! Michael also understands from personal experiences. Don't feel pressured to tell him right away, he knows you need time to calm down first. Don't tell him anything if that's something you'd prefer. Michael can't really force you to talk things out so he reminds you he's there when you're ready.

❥ He can be tender. Soft touches, rubbing your back, nuzzling closer into you so you feel more comfortable and safer. Michael hopes you know he will protect you and he even sleeps near the door, you're never on that side of the bed. He's prepared for basically anything.

❥ Eye contact whenever you open up about the nightmare. It's gentle, warm, and comforting. This tells you he is truly listening and not staring to zone out. Michael cares more than he lets on.

❥ Michael tries to coax you back to sleep by acting sleepy himself. His mind works like this: if I act calm.. they will feel safe enough to calm down too. Michael really tries to make the situation lighter by acting casual but during nights like these.. it's clear how much he worries about you in general.

❥ OG Michael is 50/50. Sure, he's had some.. okay, more than some. Michael has a traumatic past with sleep altogether from being sedated so much in Smith's Grove-- his brain does what it's meant to do most of the time and blocks out memories. Sometimes he remembers how it felt and other times he feels nothing and cannot understand.

❥ Michael won't show it but he is anxious when you start waking up and thrashing and crying. The most he shows physically is a head tilt, he's studying the way you react to fear thats not because of him and he realizes-- you cling to him for protection. Michael isn't going to go out of his way to be sweet and soft so don't get your hopes up.. however, if you were to lean into him, he won't move a single muscle.

❥ This fact alone warms his cold heart. You feel safe in his presence and it's going to mess with him a little. In the end he doesn't show it and acts like nothing is bothering him for your sake. He's aware that people feed off reactions.

❥ Michael stays awake the whole night to watch over you. He stares. Studies you more and more. You're definitely something to him, you're cherished and loved by him in his usual twisted ways.. and he totally doesn't cuddle closer when he thinks you're out completely. If you stay up but have good acting skills.. you'll feel him press himself against you and hold you protectively and rub any part of you that's in range. It's all innocent so don't worry about that.

❥ Peepaw Myers knows before you even wake up. Michael is an expert at reading your pulse.. he can tell when it spikes from fear, excitement, anxiety, etc. Michael reads you like a book.

❥ The second you start breathing differently he is awake and alert but not moving, his eyes remain closed. He waits until you start moving and that's when he will put a stop to it before it gets too bad. Michael more than likely holds you from behind most nights so you can expect this man to have an iron grip on you, you're not going anywhere.

❥ If he doesn't catch it quick enough then he makes you-- yes, he forces you to lay directly on his chest. Not off to the side. Nope. You're gonna lay right on top of him and let him hold you while you listen to his steady heartbeat. And if that don't work? He will probably crush you with his weight by reversing the roles and lays on you instead. Pressure helps some people and he is willing to try it for you- you're lucky he loves you..

❥ Peepaw is slightly more vocal with sounds and not necessarily words. Low hums, grunts, anything to let you know that he is there. Feel free to touch on him sweetly, rub on his chest or play with his grey scruff-- he likes it but acts like he only tolerates it.

❥ Thomas Hewitt has some damn good hearing despite Hoyt constantly yelling at him. Of course if he's in the basement working he can't hear but when in reasonable range he will hear you make the slightest noises and is immediately checking on you.

❥ Thomas will eye you down first to figure out what exactly is going on and he pays attention on how your body reacts. If you start getting too close to the potential of hurting yourself from all the moving around he will stop it as sweetly as possible.

❥ Breaks his heart knowing you can't have a peaceful sleep.. living in his home isn't healthy, he knows this. So he feels guilty and tries comforting you when you're awake.

❥ Tommy will more than likely drop whatever he is doing (since he works late) and cleans up before getting in bed with you. You'll be held so snug like you're in a cocoon. And if you ever wanna talk about the nightmares, he's going to listen and offer any kind of help possible. Tell him what will make it easier and he's on it asap.

❥ Erik has insomnia. He struggled with sleep his whole life and practically lives off third shift timing at this point. This means you sleep when he's still wide awake and composing more music.

❥ The lair echoes. He will hear any whimpers, cries, etc.. Erik is immediately alerted by it and wastes no time on checking in with you. If you're still asleep, he watches for a few minutes and tries covering you back up in hopes it'll help. But if you wake up and can't fall back asleep.. yeah, you guessed it, this man is going to sing the most beautiful song that he wrote, specifically for you.

❥ Erik is insecure. He will mentally question if he did anything, if you're truly happy with him and how you live most your days under the opera house. Reassure him that's not it and he will eventually let that mindset go and then focuses on whatever meets your needs and expectations in order to feel better.

❥ Singing you to sleep + cuddling? Always. It's something so intimate and kind, purely from the heart and soul. Erik is soft spoken and will caress you anywhere you allow him to.. all night. He won't sleep at all due to his own habits but also because he genuinely wants to watch over his angel.

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idontneedsleep671

3 years ago

Brahms Heelshire

AN: Brahms is here!!

Warnings: major character death, violence, Brahms being insane and his usual toxic self, swearing

"What do you think you're doing?"

His voice was alarmed, panicked, as if he saw you holding a knife instead of a pair of pants. Brahms had that kind of thing where he'd worry about the tiniest things. A word that wasn't pronounced like he was used to, food that didn't taste like usual, mistakes that broke the routine. It made him uneasy, and scared.

You were standing in front of the bed, trying to decide what clothes to wear. The satin sheets were littered with varying clothing articles arranged close to each other to determine which colors matched.

"The new girl who brings the groceries invited me into town to show me around in case she can't go shopping for us. I thought I'd go, you know-", you gestured towards him, "in case there's an emergency."

Brahms was quiet for a few seconds, still observing you while nervously grasping the edge of the door.

He didn't want you to go. Not at all. You wouldn't come back if he let you go.

"I don't want you to go.", he mentioned his worries quietly, voice dropping deeper, now that he knew he had to stop you. It sent shivers down your body, the way his childish voice faded. As if a switch inside him just clicked.

"I know, Brahms, but I think it's for the best.", you smiled at him sweetly, finally deciding what clothes to wear, "And it'll be just for one evening."

Brahms felt anxiety rise in the pit of his stomach like bile. No. You couldn't go. He didn't want you to. His parents went away too, and they never came back.

"I don't want you to go.", this time it was louder, more rushed, more panicked. Brahms knuckles had turned white from holding onto the door frame.

"Brahms,", you sighed quietly, swiftly putting on your pants, "I know this seems scary to you, but it'll be fine."

The way you kept insisting that you'd go made him swallow harshly. Even just the idea of having to stay here alone, knowing you'd leave him, made him feel sick and hopeless inside. His stomach churned.

No, he wouldn't let you leave.

"I'm not scared,", Brahms shook his head vehemently, making the dark brown locks dance in front of his face, "I just don't want you to go."

You rolled your eyes at him, swiftly putting the clothes back into your dresser. Did he always have to be such a child? You understood the whole trauma, commitment issue thing, but god, it was annoying sometimes. He was a grown man after all, he should be able to stay alone for a few hours.

"Brahms, I will go.", you stated with a curt nod in his direction, "It's just one evening, I'm sure you'll survive."

Another eye roll from you accompanied the statement. This conversation was not what you wanted before leaving the house, even if a small part of you knew you'd had to face this the second you accepted the offer.

Something clicked inside the man in front of you at the sight of you being so careless about all of this. Did you even care about his feelings in this whole situation? You loved him, didn't you? Then why be so cold about all of this? Maybe you wanted to leave him, you wanted to be with someone else, betray him, and everything he felt for you. Jealousy seeped into hos system, clouding his thoughts.

"I said no.", he yelled, moving in front of you, blocking the door with his body.

He was huge as he loomed over you, and even though you trusted him with your life, you flinched back a little, intimidated by his size. He was breathing heavily, chest heaving while hot air hit you through the holes of his mask.

"Brahms.", every bit of warmth had left your voice, and you pressed your hands against your hips, sending a cold stare to the man in front of you. You had enough.

But the brunette just kept breathing heavily, never once breaking eye contact. His gaze would've scared you if he didn't behave so childishly. Just like always.

The two of you kept looking at each other, eyes fighting a war one could never express with words. Just as Brahms was about to give in, ready to cling to you if that meant you staying, the deafening ringing of the doorbell echoed through the large, empty house.

Both of your heads snapped towards the big entrance door, temporarily forgetting about the tension in the room beforehand. You sent one glance back to Brahms, and before he could react, pushed yourself through the gap between him and the door, leaving him behind. What a mistake.

Brahms stared at his hands for a few seconds, in disbelief, before his eyes followed your form marching down the stairs.

His vision turned red with rage. How could you. How did you dare.

With his stare never once leaving you, he started steering towards you. It felt like his sight was restricted, the only thing he perceived a tunnel vision and at the end of it, you.

And you came closer and closer as he followed you, your body now nearly in reach.

Like in a trance, the brunette noticed his heartbeat throbbing in his ears, as well with a sharp, piercing beeping that made his skin tingle.

One of his hands got a hold of your arm, and with a strength he didn't look like he possessed, he pulled you back against him.

You wouldn't leave. You'd never, ever leave. He'd make sure of it, even if it meant he'd have to chain you to the bed.

You, however, grew furious as soon as you felt his skin on yours and with one sharp push, you shoved the man away from you and against the banister. Brahms yelped as his spine hit the sharp edge of the wood, but right now, you couldn't care less.

"Touch me again, and I'll leave and never-", your voice was dripping pure venom, eyes shooting ice-cold daggers at the man in front of you, "-ever come back."

That was the final straw, the final statement.

With a grunt and a loud, final "No!", Brahms forced you away from him. His strong arms pushed you back as he stepped forward, locks sticking to the sweat on his neck.

He saw you fall as if someone froze time. The way your foot missed the step, the way your eyes widened as you stumbled backwards, arms fishing around the air, searching, hoping, for something that could catch your fall. Your pretty mouth opened in a scream, you tried to grab the wooden railing next to you but failed as your body flew back without you having any control.

A loud, sickening crack filled the open lobby like a gunshot, and then it was silent. Dead silent. Brahms noticed that the doorbell stopped. The bitch must've realized that no one was coming.

Brahms took a deep breath, swallowing blood he didn't know he had in his mouth as he glanced down the staircase. He didn't see nor hear you. Anxiety filled his brain, earlier rage swept away as if he'd forgotten about it.

"...Y/n?", he whispered, voice suddenly small and high-pitched again, filled with fear. He didn't mean it, he didn't mean it, oh lord, he didn't mean it. He hoped you wouldn't be angry.

"Y/n? I'm sorry.", Brahms took a few small steps down the stairs, hands gripping the railing as if he'd fall when he'd let go. A few more steps, and he saw your leg behind one of the banisters, unmoving.

A few more steps and your torso came into view pressed into the carpet of the staircase.

"Y/n...?", Brahms didn't know why he was talking so quietly. He didn't know what was going on at all. He just wanted you to stay with him and now- he swallowed harshly.

A few more steps and he saw it. Your head had hit the floor on your fall down, breaking your neck on impact. Blood pooled around the skull, face sickly twisted and contorted as your skin had moved to give space to your moving bones. Dead, cold eyes stared up at him, lidded and filled with... fear.

The masked man moved closer, slowly and quietly, as he looked down at you. A few seconds later and he was kneeling on the ground, gently reaching out to touch your cheek. It was warm but felt weird, like a doll, like dough. It scared him, even if he didn't know why.

"Y/n...", the killer softly petted your cheek smearing a bit of blood over your skin during the process, "M'sorry. Just didn't want you to leave."

His voice was small and scared, like a child apologizing for eating too much candy, or breaking Mother's favorite vase.

Brahms anxiously waited for an answer. When he didn't get one, he stood up, slowly moving backwards. What was he going to do now?

"I'll wait upstairs, okay?"

No answer.

"I am sorry, Y/n.", the corners of his mouth pulled down like a giant, exaggerated pout. He looked a child. A child stuck in the body of a grown man.

Brahms slowly made his way upstairs, softly trudging over the carpet.

It was still deathly silent in the lobby, the only noise came from the big clock, ticking away in the corner.

As soon as Brahms reached the end of the stairs, he looked down one more time, hoping to see your face follow him, your sweet voice call out for him, but nothing moved.

Sighing, he made his way to his room, hoping that even though this time, he'd made a grave mistake, you'd still forgive him. After all, you loved him, right?

AN: I love the idea of Brahms not understanding death and "falling back" into his childish self because of it. I thought it fits well. I'd love to hear your opinions though.