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moon1341·2 hours agoText


Did my own little spin on this if you don’t mind ówò


Shitty fusion doodle

Brahms and Billy becoming one, Bihms Lenshire

Freddy: Fusion is just a cheap tactic to make weak slashers stronger, quit embarrassing yourself, I’ve seen what you really are!

Bhims: *Foaming at the mouth and sturggling to breathe* eAT SHIT oLD MAN-

Base off of what TigerGhoul posted.

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moon1341·4 hours agoText

Shitty fusion doodle

Brahms and Billy becoming one, Bihms Lenshire

Freddy: Fusion is just a cheap tactic to make weak slashers stronger, quit embarrassing yourself, I’ve seen what you really are!

Bhims: *Foaming at the mouth and sturggling to breathe* eAT SHIT oLD MAN-

Base off of what TigerGhoul posted.

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moon1341·a day agoAnswer

Can we please get some billy lenz love?? Pretty pleaaaaaase (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*.✧*.✧*.✧ Something like helping him cope with his past and making him a better man


At first he’ll be confused and glare at them wondering why they want to do that. If billy and you just gotten to know each other that is.

But follows along with it as he thinks it’s just other therapy session that won’t work out.

Good luck and hope you have patience for this guy. Billy will do anything to get out of it by making random noises along with his usual dirty word talk. It will be the weirdest phone call session (he would do it over phone if he’s in the mood to just talk on phone.)

Billy would often hang up on accident or purposely. It’s not easy to make him open up about his past life or speak on emotions with it , overall it will take time until he randomly tells how he felt about his past.

If you two happen to be together for a long time than he’ll speak more about his life, in return for something he wants.

You’ll have to set some rules if you want him to be good (think of Brahms but different for Billy). Billy will realize the rules and follow them , being good equals getting a reward in his mind. It’s a step by step thing overall

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moon1341·a day agoAnswer

who of the other slashers would be able to top michael?


The top contenders:

● Jason is the only mainstream movie slasher who I think could realistically overpower Michael in a contest of sheer strength and endurance, since he’s, y’know, a massive unkillable zombie man. Honestly though, if Jay Jay had a bleeding, exhausted Mikey at his mercy, I don’t think plowing through the bastard’s back door would be the first thing on his mind lol. I view Jason as pretty asexual? (just my opinion don’t hate me ;v;)

● From the DBD cast, Evan Macmillan might be able to wrangle Michael thanks to these two little words: bear traps. While I’m not sure how matched they are for strength (Evan is brawnier, but we already know that Michael’s strength has the potential to be absolutely monstrous) if Evan could get him to step in a bear trap, Michael would exhaust himself eventually, and with nowhere to retreat to, his ass is grass.

The runner-ups:

● Herman Carter would have a lot of fun with Michael, but I doubt he could physically overpower him. If Herman could somehow restrain him though, hah… rip Mikey.

● I would kill to see Anna (The Huntress) top Michael because a gorgeous muscular woman really needs to put that awful bastard in his place. But same as Herman, I’m honestly not sure if she could overpower him :’)

● Pinhead and the Cenobites could and would (and probably should) absolutely wreck Michael with their bdsm magic, but I’m not sure if they’d have a go at him in that way? Maybe?? (Also for the record, I both love and hate thinking about what the cenobites would do to Michael if they got ahold of him cause wow. Yeah he deserves it, but like… thinking about him being hurt that horribly makes me want to curl up in a ball and die :’>)

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moon1341·3 days agoText

You awoke to the phone ringing, your blurry gaze spotting something ugly and peach colored, having no patience to handle the roaring sound.

You groggily wailed a soft noise and slowly lifted your head from something soft, cushioning your aching body. Not expecting to be laying on your comfort food stained bed as you slowly geared your legs to perch you up on your haunches. Not noticing until your blurry vision had disappeared, you were laying uncomfortably on your soft haven, the aching bones in your body had been thrown lazily onto your sheets. Your body was only half-way on the bed, instead of traditionally laying stable on the layers of comfort. Studying more of your old surroundings, your legs were off the bed completely before you got up. Making you realize, your body was sticking out of the sheets this whole night. You shook your head as a shrieking sound rang throughout the entire house. The phone was still ringing while you took a few seconds to drink into your room. Shutting your eyes and rubbing your face from the soreness of yesterday, you wobbled out of your room and began to walk downstairs.

Your bruise toes and ankle, creaking the sounds of the stairs as you began to make your way to the house phone. The loud ringing raising your anxiety slightly higher than before. Feeling as if someone was standing behind you as the screaming sound came to a stop when you had answered.


“There you are, I’ve been so worried.” The voice of your mother was dull, seems like she was annoyed at the sound of it.

“Do you even know what time it is? It’s half past noon.” Dehydrated and dizzy, you tried your best to reply to her nagging.

“S..Sorry mom…Uh..Was I really out for that long..? Seems normal.” Your response was almost the same as your mother’s.

Before you could even hear your mother’s reply, a loud bang alerted you, the sound coming from the kitchen, an ugly sound making your skin jump right out of your skeleton. As if someone was on purposefully making a loud ruckus, being sure to ruin whatever calmness you had. It sounded like metal clanging, with a distinctive wooden sound to it’s aftermath.

Your mother could faintly hear the sound, but excused it as rodents crawling through the wall, not bothered by something so small and trivial. “Anyways, when are you ever gonna visit us-” before you could even let her finish her sentence, you excused yourself from the phone call and placed the phone back onto it’s hood. Then making your way to the kitchen, hoping it was just your roommates stupid animals running loose. Hamsters, cats and even a small dog being allowed to exist in the house. But you knew, you knew too well that these animals went with their respective owners back to their homes.

Before you could even wonder about the noise, a hand, you stepped through the doorway and not even a second for yourself, a hand had grabbed your face; covering your vision and slamming you into the door frame. You groaned at the pain, grabbing at the wrist of the attacker and ripping it from your face, only to see the man again; the man who had taken something precious from you.

“C-Can you just stop!-” You could barely talk sense into him, as he used his free hand to wrap it around your throat, squeezing tightly and being sure to dig his nails into your skin. Being certain to cause you to make a noise for him to enjoy. Kicking, screaming, and curling your toes on his sweater, you released his left wrist from both of your grasp and gripped his right wrist; the one that was around your neck.

You dug your nails deeply into his veins, slightly raise yourself upon his arm, and bit his thumb that was near your mouth. Being sure you took a deep breath of air before you chomped down onto the hunk of flesh.

He screamed like a man on Fire.

He released you, but you never released him. Biting down harder on his thumb, being sure you were to cause him pain and suffer just like how he had done to you, only for you to be met with a large white circular object coming down onto your head. Billy had slammed a plate on your scalp, forcing the ceramic to break into tiny pieces and collect themselves onto your hair.

He used the last remaining piece of the plate to subdue you, and by that, Billy had stabbed a sharp piece of ceramic into the right side of your throat; making you plunge to the floor, forcing you land on the other shards of plates. Your knees being punctured by tiny little pieces of sharp needles, causing your knees to begin small amounts of bleeding.

Trying to breath, you wheezed over and over again, only to have it feel like you were trying to breath through a thick scarf. It was near impossible. Tears were at the edge of your eyes, your nose was running, and your mouth quivered with so much fear it felt like your whole body was shaking. When he had slammed the plate into you, you had released his thumb and tried to grab a hold of the shard sticking out of your throat, wanting the pain of the ceramic to just leave your body.

Eyes widened with terror and body trembling with fear, you could hardly hear what was going on around you. However, you could faintly hear the Billy man cursing loudly at you. His shadow dancing all around you, twisting in positions only a mad man would make when he is severely injured. It’s like he was muffled, or screaming behind a wall, you couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

The only thing that snapped you out of your trance was when the man grabbed good chunk of your hair, pulled you forwards, and slammed your face into the rest of the shards that laid in front of you. Most of them, being shoved into your right eye. Thinking quick and not having enough air to scream out in a fury of pain, you dragged him down with you, being sure to be quick enough to pull the ceramic from out your throat and swinging it at the man. Luckily hitting his right shoulder and neck as he fell on top of you. Being cushioned by your buttocks.

You were on a time limit, everything was getting colder and colder, it felt like time was slowing down, you knew the air in your lungs was running low. So deciding to think of a final plan, you knew that it would cost you your final moments to shorten. Wheezing out and weakly pressing your palm onto the sharp kitchen floor, where a small blood of your own blood mixed with the shards of ceramic, you swung at the man again; this time piercing the piece into his right calf leg. Causing him to shriek out a wail of surprise, his nails digging into your sides and stained shirt.

Wheezing out one final time, the sharp blade you had pulled out had finally gotten to you, forcing your head to slam back onto the floor. You were far too strained and exhausted for any of this life saving event you were trying to achieve, so you just decided to just shut your eyes for only a second, just a few seconds would be alright. You felt hands, but at the same time, you couldn’t feel anything. Everything was cold, the floor felt like ice and your hair felt like sharp needles piercing your cheeks. It was tiresome, feeling this wind on your back. Someone needs to close the window. Cover up the breeze at least, ‘Someone needs to please cover me up…’


Your father kept getting phone calls from aunt Beth. You could hear her screaming over the phone about her daughter, your cousin. She kept saying over and over again, sobbing, “Please check on my daughter! Please I’m begging you!” While wailing a cry through the phone. This wasn’t very like her behavior, very strange, this wasn’t normal at all. Your father, being the level-headed person he is, calmed her enough to ask what was happening and what needed to be asked of. All Aunt Beth wanted us to do was see if her kid was alright.

We did what we were told, but what was found was something unexpected. Father told you to not follow along, you did anyways, because your brothers followed him with their hunting rifles in hand. Not sure why he had told them to bring it in the first place, only to later realize why it was a perfectly normal motive to arm oneself with a weapon.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ ʟᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ, ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ. Hᴀʟғ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ.

Your brothers and father pushed you back and surround you in a sort of semi-circle. Being the youngest and least exposed to such a degree of violence, they made sure you weren’t able to see the state of your cousin, or at the very least-more exposed to the state your cousin was in. Already seeing the blue and black face, sunken and bruised, it had already occurred to you that your family member was dead.

Your father, trying his hardest to not gag at the smell of the body of his relative, asked one of your brothers to call the police; after asking that however, the phone had rung. The roaring sound echoing throughout the whole house, sweat dripping down your father’s head as he had known about what had happened in this house decades earlier, only now realizing that he was living a true nightmare of a killer’s sick game of entertainment.


That was really awful sorry ya’ll🙇🏻

I just wanted to be done with this crappy miniature story. 😭

I don’t think long stories are good for this shit meme page, maybe I should just stick to short stories, like comic books length or something. Where it’s short and leaves on a clif hanger only to realize there is no clif hanger and I’m letting the reader come up with their own interpretation of the shit story.

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moon1341·3 days agoAnswer

Ooooo I saw your post about the next dbd killers in the tags and honestly. I wantBilly Lenz too but idk what his power would be. I would guess it would be something similar to stalking like Michaels but then again. Billy doesn’t seem like the stalking “stalking” type like Michael where a whole power can be based around it.

Are you kidding bro! Heck yeah! All licensed killers get a stalking perk! (Except Bubba but that’s cause he’s a fat fuck hunky chunky boi and we love him💞)

Billy Lenz literally stalks the sisters outside the house and had previously called them multiple times before when Jess says, “Hey quiet! It’s him again! The moaner!” When Billy calls them in the first few scenes of the movie👏

Like get this, he’s been breathing and sneaking round’ the house and shit being a lil twat; while watching the girls in ther convos and shit. Listening and murdering with whatever he has. His hands, a glass unicorn, his hands.

Wait fuck I’m not making sense, what I’m saying is, Billy would make a great sneaky-ass-killer. Cause he’s literally the one who inspired Michael Myers after Bob Clark says to John Carpenter,

“Yo what if the killer got caught and shit and broke out of the insane asylum?”

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moon1341·4 days agoAnswer

Sending lots of love to help you get through it!!❤️❤️❤️❤️💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💞💞❤️🧡💛💚💙💛💛💚💚💙💚💚💚💛❣️❣️💕❣️❣️💗💗💗💓💓💞💞💖💕💕💕🔐🧡❤️❤️💝💝💞💜🖤🧡💛💚❣️💖💗💓💓💞💞❤️💞💞❤️❤️❤️🧡🧡🧡💛💛💚💙💙💙💙💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💛💛💛💛💛💛


(Thank you so, so, so much though! Real life BF are stupid, what’s the point of having one anyways)

Head-Cracking | Billy Lenz x Reader | NSFW | Part 1

It’s been a few months and this Billy man, just would not, for the life of you, leave you alone. Constant phone calls, constant communication, and constant physical touching. It made you so uncomfortable, but you weren’t a confident person, not even during your high school years, were you ever able to say the Magic’s words, ‘No’. All this time, every touch you receive from the man in the attic, it made you shiver and scared to even refuse something so sinful. Something so disgusting, something so addicting.

You’d be lying to yourself if you had said, ‘No’ to this Billy man any sooner. Yes, it made you uncomfortable and scared that these horrible things were happening to you, but it always made you very curious about what he would do to you if it were just the two of you alone in the house. Which was probably never, during this time of age of 1984. “You knew what happen to the cat” your younger sister would say to you, over and over again whenever you had called home. She was your bestest friend out of all your siblings and robotic parents. Having confided to her that this man was calling nonstop, “It scares me sis, but it also makes me wonder what he would do if I was right next to him. I just can’t put down the phone when he’s on the line.” You swooned.

You. Are. Stupid. You know what happens to the cat! You better stop that attitude, or I’m gonna come drive up there and knock some sense into you!” She would say on the other end. It sounded like she was worried, but truth be told, you knew she was just like Mom and Dad, robotic. Not actually caring for your well being. You had only told your sister of the phone calls, not having the heart to actually tell her the painful truths of what this feral attic man was really doing to do. It made you sick, disgusted with yourself, but it made you excited at the same time. It terrified you that this man was touching you in places you don’t dare touch yourself, but it made you jittery to the point where whenever you heard his voice on the other end of the phone-calls, the liquids in your underwear would be leaking desperately. In search for a certain someone to repair your boiler room.

Those impure thoughts and memories of you calling your sister, were dusted away when you waved goodbye to your roommate as she drove off with her boyfriend, the roar of her car screeching away as she gave you one last smile before heading off to her relatives for the turkey holiday. Thanksgiving was a handful for you, not only will it leave you alone for the whole holiday break, but that leaves you vulnerable and open to the man upstairs, in the ‘closed off’ attic. The minute you had shut the door, the phone rang, the loud sound had made you shriek and scrunch to the floor. Covering your ears for just a split second, before looking at the device and reaching your shaking hands to answer the blaring noise. Hoping it was just your family calling in to say their greetings, as you built yourself back onto your feet.

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