Slashers x reader one-shots {Book 1}

Overprotective! Slashers x Bullied! Framed! Teenage! reader {Part 1} <3

Requested by: Kimmerie_luv 

The slasher crew in this one consists of: Leatherface, Freddy, Micheal, Jason, Chucky, Ghostface, Hannibal, and Kayako. 

I didn't mean to, but this is kinda leaning towards a Micheal fanfic chapter. But the second part each killer would have time with you.

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     You were only the age of thirteen when the worst came into your life. You've thought that it would only happen in books or shows. But it also happens in real life as well. It was three weeks after your thirteenth birthday, it was all fun and games.

Some of your friends came and got you a bunch of presents, you got to eat a big piece of cake and sat awkwardly when they sang 'Happy Birthday.'

But, one day. You and your parents were all relaxing in the living room, watching movies while snacking on ice-cream. There was small patters of feet, which all of you thought it came from the movie...But then you heard two loud bangs.

In a split second they were dead, you couldn't process what was happening until you felt cold metal get placed on the back of your head. 

A disembodied voice roughly stated, "Don't. Move."

You were scared, hella scared. You couldn't stop your tears never less your shaking, you were petrified. Frozen.

But you had to do something, or you'll either die or get raped. You recalled a lesson your father taught you for this exact situation. He always said that you need to learn, just in case.

You kicked your leg back and ducked your head, your leg hit the intruders crotch. Which in pain, made him pull the trigger. You fought with the man, earning a couple bruises and scratches. You weren't planning on killing him, but you accidentally pulled the trigger when you stole the gun from him. 

You saw a red dot soon form into a larger wound, he fell on the ground. Dead.

You cried uncontrollably by the sight. You killed a man by accident and your parents are dead. 

You called the police, you assumed that you would be taken to an orphanage. But when they placed cuffs on you, you were dumbstruck. They took you to a hospital for the criminally insane, that's where you met Micheal Myers.

You were bullied by the other inmates because were younger than all of them and they picked on you for that. You were now in group therapy, you didn't care for what the person said. You didn't need the help. You weren't insane.

You sat near Micheal Myers, most wanted to stay away from him. But you felt safe with him around. You looked at Micheal, his face was covered my a make-shift mask, but you could see some parts of his face. He had long greasy hair which reached to his shoulders.

"Y/n, are you paying attention?" the therapist asked.

"What?" you stuttered, "uh, yeah."

The others snickered, you adverted your eyes in shame and fiddled with your fingers. You felt a nudge, you looked up to see Micheal staring at you. Even if he was chained, he could still kill anyone he chooses. But he would never choose you, god forbid that he'll even hurt you.

You smiled at his way of comforting you, you gently laid your head on his shoulder. It was the first time, so Micheal was stiff. But he relaxed and laid his head atop of yours. You smiled at the contact, you yearned for comfort ever since you were thrown in here. No matter how little Micheal does with you, it always calms you.