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🔪~Slashers x [Y/n] Begging To Be Killed~🔪

Jesse |Chromeskull|, Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair x Reader

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Jesse |Chromeskull|

Jesse was confused at first. He's never been begged to kill someone before.

You intrigue him and he finds himself staring at you for a moment too long, his knife held in the air just inches from you.

"Why?" he types on his phone holding to you with a hand in your hair. Was this some kind of ploy? Something to distract him?

"I'm dying anyway." that took him aback, you sounded so sincere, and you looked so sad.

At first, he was relieved. Good, he could get this done quickly.

Jesse couldn't do it though. In the end, he ended up stealing you away from the world.

After all, it's been a while since he's had a pet and you seemed like the perfect candidate.

Jesse was a man that has seen many things. Many gruesome and unforgiving horrors in the night, most inflicted by his own two gloved hands. Jesse wasn't one to hesitate. He was quick and efficient in his work never faltering.

Yet as you gazed up at him, eyes shining with so much pain and suffering, he stilled. Only for a moment before your next words had the man pulling his mobile from his pocket. "Please," you had said from where you sit. A pool of red dripping from the gash in your side. "Please, make it end."

It was a pathetic gut-churning sight, your pleading. Had it been any other day, any other conditions Jesse wouldn't have hesitated in fulfilling your request. Today though, he pulled out his phone typing in the simple question that would set you on a long drawn-out path filled with twisted love given to you from your assailant turned savior, Jesse.

Michael Myers

"What's this?"

At first, Michael would be confused and then angry. Were you messing with him? You thought you could catch him off guard with such a stupid distraction. No one wants to die, right?

He swung his knife down at you and stopped inched from your face when you closed your eyes and relaxed.

Boring was the first word to come to Michael's mind. There was no joy for him when it came to killing someone who couldn't or refused to defend themself.

He would leave you alive and alone that day. If you survived and saw the man again he would disregard you unless you approached him.

After a while, though curiosity would get the better of him and Michael would end up going back to your home. He wouldn't attempt anything unless you did first. Michael would simply watch you (as long as raid your fridge, the little shit.)

As long as you didn't get in Michael's way he would make no further attempt to kill you.

You were so utterly boring.

Michael Myers was disappointed as he held the intimidating kitchen knife inches from your face. No fear flashed behind your eyes, instead, something akin to relief was what greeted Michael.