Slasher x Reader Drabbles & Imagines ||Requests Open||

🔪~The Mark We Share~🔪

Michael Myers x Male Reader

"No." you whimpered out, your voice was hoarse and strained as you lay in your bed shivering as hot and cold flashes racked through your body. Sweat covered your exhausted body making your hair cling to your forehead and your shirt stick to your chest. "Kill." a distorted voice screamed in the back of your head as the oddly shaped birthmark on your wrist throbbed as if it was speaking to you, urging you to take the knife sitting on your kitchen counter. It urged you to go out into the night and hunt.

"No! I won't!" you screamed thankful for the secluded location of your home.

A flash of white overtook your vision, another vision, it was a young girl laying on her back, fear etched on her face as she lifted her hands in front of her. As always her cries for mercy fell on deaf ears as a kitchen knife was plunged into her chest. The person standing over her stood before walking away. He passed a mirror and only then did you see the white mask the man stared at the mirror almost as if he was seeing you as well, he was looking at you you realized with a start, he could see you back. "Stop it!" you were suddenly gripping your hair as another wave of agony burned through your body, setting every nerve alive, dancing with pain.

Whatever entity lived in the mark on your arm was displeased with your disobedience. "You will kill, you need to. I won't go away. He won't go away." reinforcing its words the masked man was shown to you once again. This time he stood outside a house watching a brunette talk on the phone.

"No, please!" you sobbed "Just go away!"

Year after year on Halloween night the voice urged you to go out and kill, its been happening ever since you were young but still the force that the thing in your arm possessed over your mind and body shook you to your core every time.

"Don't you want the pain to end? It never will unless you listen." the distured voice said, sounding as if it was trying to be gentle as if it was a mother scolding a disobedient child. "I cant." you whimpered the night was coming to an end, midnight was approaching.

"You will and when you do he'll be there." the white masked man flashed again, he was looking in yet another mirror however this one was old and cracked. The man tilted his head, it was almost innocent as the man reached forward touching the mirror.

Your mind was swimming with every memory the behemoth of a man had, every murder, ever loss, every silent moment overwhelmed your mind making you feel nauseous. A kaleidoscope of colors and people and sounds flashed under your eyelids before they were gone and you passed out letting the promise of sleep consume you entirely.

Beep- Beep- Beep-

With a groan you slowly woke up to the obnoxious beeping of your alarm clock, memories of last night flashed through your head before disappearing just as quickly as they came leaving you to question if anything that happened was even real. When the visions first started popping up you let yourself indulge in the fantasy that they all were a terrible nightmare, nothing more but that hope was quickly ended when you checked the news one day to see the face of the man's victims staring at you through the morning paper.

Your feet hid the hardwood floor making you shiver, your home was always unbearably cold no matter what you did to try and change that fact. Slowly you stood before you pressed the button on top of your alarm, silencing the beeping and once again drowning you in a welcomed silence.

As usual you first went to the bathroom, you walked past the covered mirror above your sink before quickly removing your sticky sweat drenched clothes to shower. You rubbed your skin raw as you washed your body leaving multiple red patches on your skin. The screams of that girl rang through your head as you dipped your head under the scalding water letting the soap trickle down your back before being swept away into the drain.