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charliedawn · 1 year

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How would they react if you'd ask why they like you ?

Jason :

"Why do you like me ?"

The question took Jason by surprise and he stilled for a moment before raising his hands to answer you in sign language.

Like ?

He seemed genuinely confused and you wiped your tears away before explaining.

"Yes. Like. Everyone seems to hate me those days...How come you don't ?"

Jason didn't like to think too much about those kinds of things. He didn't care who liked him or not...Well, he did care if it was you.

But, he never really had to ask himself about it.

He shrugged.

Does it matter to...Y/N?

You nodded and Jason sighed before sitting down next to you. He didn't know what to answer, so he simply wrapped an arm around you and kept you against him.

He then removed his mask and smiled down at you—showing you that he trusted you before signing back.

I like you. No reason. Nothing. Just. Jason.

Somehow, it made sense to you and you smiled back.

"I see...Okay. Thanks, Jason."

Freddy :

"...What kind of bullsh*t is that ? Did ya really just ask why I like you ?"

You didn't answer. He perfectly knew what you meant. He didn't need to be asked again.

He seemed to hesitate for a second before finally sighing in defeat.

"Fine. Ya really wanna know ?"

You nodded affirmatively and Freddy let out a small sigh before grinning and ruffling your hair playfully.

"That's because you see me as Freddy. No one else. You see me. And that's why I like ya. Now, stop asking stupid questions."

...He hadn't really answered though ? But, it didn't matter.

You knew what he meant and leaned back to look at him in the eyes with a large happy grin.

"Yeah...I like you too, Freddy."

He seemed taken aback for a second, but finally tipped his hat at you and hid his happy grin from you.

"Yeah yeah...Keep talking bullshit and I'll actually start to believe it."

Bo :

Bo led your chin forward so you may look him in the eyes before he smiled.

"I may be a stupid country boy, but lord...would I go far and wide to make you smile. That's how much I like ya'."

His eyes screamed honesty, but you knew better by now and he must have seen the hesitation in your eyes as he scooted closer and framed your face with his hands.

"...Look at me, darls'. Come on. Won't you believe your Bo ?"

You didn't know what to answer to that. Bo was the liar. The lying expert of the Sinclair family.

His own brothers knew better than to trust him fully. But somehow, he always managed to play you like a fiddle and agree to whatever demand he had.

So, you blinked your tears away before nodding.

"Fine. Okay. I believe you."

Bo's grin widened and he kissed your forehead.

"Atta girl/boy."

You didn't notice the way his smile faltered slightly, or the way his hand tightened just a little around your forearm.

Truth was ? Bo liked to play, and you were currently his favorite source of entertainment. But, once that was over ?

He didn't know what would happen to you...But, as long as you kept believing—he guessed he wouldn't have to worry about it too much.

Brahms :

Brahms didn't understand. Had he done something wrong ? Why would you think that ? Why would you even need to ask ?

"Y/N...Hurt ?", he asked worriedly before giving you a long and sorrowful once-over.

Once he was sure you weren't physically hurt, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a tight hug.

He didn't answer at first, because he didn't know the answer himself. He didn't have a reason for liking you. He just did.

"Y/N...Nice...to Brahms...Never judge. First...First friend.", he finally said.

You blinked twice in shock before smiling and hugging him back.

"And I like you too. Thank you, Brahms."

He smiled happily. At least, he had succeeded in making you smile.

That was all he wanted. To make you happy.

Ghostface :

Ghostface gently ran a knuckle down your wet cheek and shook his head.

"Now now, come on...Don't you cry."

He then sighed before sitting down next to you and patted your head comfortingly.

"...See. You were the first to answer the question.", he finally confessed.

"...The question ?", you repeated with confusion and Ghostface nodded.

"Yes. Do you remember ? I asked you what your favorite horror movie was. And then, you told me..."

"I told you that I was already living in one. And that my favorite horror movie would be mine...", you finished for him.

You both chuckled at the memory. Ghostface had never heard that answer before and had then decided to keep talking to you.

And as it turned out, you were actually not that bad. So, instead of killing you—he had befriended you.

It kept him from sleeping outside, and it gave him someone to talk to.

"Say Ghostface...You never answered. What is your favorite scary movie ?"

Ghostface seemed to think about it for a while before turning his masked face towards you and you could feel that he was smiling underneath it when he answered.

"That would definitely be ours, Y/N."

Michael Myers :

Come here.

It isn't a request. You need a hug.

Michael doesn't have the time for terrible questions, and that is one very terrible one.

Why did he like you ? Wasn't it obvious ?

He liked you because you were true.

You had never been afraid of Myers and it made him feel as if there was redemption for him somewhere.

He kept you in his arms for a moment before grabbing his notebook and writing one important question on it.

Who hurt you ?

He knew that the question must have come from somewhere. He wasn't going to just stand aside and let this one go.

Myers was already eager to get his hand on a knife and make the impertinent pay for his poor judgment.

No one was allowed to hurt his family.

And as far as he was concerned ? You were family.

J :

"...You won't like the answer.", he warned you. But, you wanted your answer and insisted until he finally indulged.

"Fine. You're like me. You may not see it. But, you're like me."

"Like you...How ?", you asked—genuinely confused.

He chuckled to himself and knocked on your forehead a few times before answering.

"You got things in there. You see...I'm not heartless. It's because monsters like me got a heart and care that we become what we are. You care. Too much. And that's it. That's your mistake."

Care...too much ? You thought about it and realized that he was right. You cared too much.

"J...How do I stop caring ?", you finally asked him.

The question took him aback, but he was all too happy to show you as he put a gun in your hand and smiled from ear to ear while raising it to his forehead.

"The day you'll be able to pull that trigger ? Congratulations. You'll be one of the most dangerous people in all of Gotham."

You looked at the gun in your hand and tried to do what he asked, but couldn't. You then realized what he meant.

You couldn't kill J, because you cared too much about him.

When you lowered the gun, his smile felt almost sad as he clicked his tongue.

"~Ah. Too bad. But, predictable. And if you just could let go, you'd make the most ruthless of criminals...But, you got heart. And that makes your vulnerable. Easy to manipulate. The perfect little tool to be used by manipulative bastards like me. And that's why I like you."

He was right. You didn't like the answer, but you did expect it.

"Thank you for your...honesty."

Penny :

"...Like ? You're my friend ! Why wouldn't I like you, silly ?!"

The answer was direct. No hesitation. No thinking. It was just Penny in a sentence.

He looked at you as if the question itself didn't make sense to him, but it did. Of course it did, since he knew your every fear.

He knew about your abandonment issues, and your fear of being forgotten—that's what made him approach you in the first place.

You would both make your memories perdure far after you will be gone, or that was the deal.

You would write his story, and he would keep telling yours—or that was the deal you had struck for your life.

"Are we really...friends ?", you asked and Penny's smile widened unnaturally.

"What do you think ?"

Your eyes widened at his expression and you sighed before turning your eyes away.

"...I don't know. I really wish we could be though..."

Penny's smile faltered and he cackled before reaching forward to whisper in your ear.

"If a friend you seek, a friend you will find...But, be careful. Friends often do not last. Are you ready to risk it ?"

He offered his hand to you and giggled while you hesitated, but you finally took it and failed to notice the way Penny's eyes glowed yellow.

There was no turning back now.

Pennywise :

"I don't."

Your eyes widened at Pennywise's merciless answer and you stammered.

"W...What ?"

You hoped you had misunderstood, but you went cold the moment he repeated.

"You heard me. I don't like you."

"I...Didn't expect...", you tried to reply—but Pennywise cut you off.

"I don't like because 'like' hurts. Wake up. Getting attached is the very thing that will get you killed. It isn't worth it."

You were now starting to understand why Pennywise didn't like to say that he liked people, because he was afraid...He was afraid of getting hurt.

You smiled sadly at him before nodding.

"...I see. Thanks, Pennywise."

He didn't answer. You didn't wait for one.

The moment you were out of sight however, Penny crawled out from the ground and tutted.

"Now, it's not very nice to lie..."

Pennywise glared at him. He could pretend he didn't have a clue as to what Penny was referring to, but he was too tired to even try.

He sighed in defeat.

"They have to learn. That's the only thing that matters..."

"Huh-huh...And what about you ? When will you learn ?", Penny shot back.

Pennywise didn't answer, and he ignored the will to comfort you blooming in his chest.

Norman :

"Who made you doubt ?"

It wasn't a question. It was a death sentence.

Whoever's name you were going to say next would have a very bad ending.

You knew what he wanted to do, but you needed him to comfort you more than revenge.

He quickly felt it and didn't even need you to ask.

He leaned forward and grabbed your arm to pull you in his arms.

"Ssh...It's okay, my little monster. If it matters so much to you ? Then, I'll be sure to make them like you. They'll all love you. I promise."

He gently rocked you back and forth and kissed your forehead before closing his eyes and humming to you.

His voice was soothing and he helped you to relax against him.

"...Don't be afraid, my dear. I will always love you..."

Days later, the slashers would learn that the reason you asked was because your boyfriend had broken up with you and they made it their duty to right the wrongs...

By bringing you their head.

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charliedawn · 1 year

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How would they react to a fan ?

(Only one of the stories will have a bad ending. Can you guess which one ?)

Penny :

To be honest, it was a surprise for Penny to find an adult who could actually see him.

He usually stayed hidden until a nice prey came along, but he had just finished one of his "dinners" when you found him.

He ha no escape and sought to mess you up with some freak show and very loud sounds of cracking bones...But, was surprised when you started clapping enthusiastically.

"LOVE the show ! And LOVE the fake blood !", you told him with the largest smile on your face and he tilted his head quizzically at you before looking at his bloody hands...What fake blood ?

He was certainly a little surprised at first, his surprise quickly turned into amusement.

He laughed and just thought you were entertaining. He had never met anyone like you...And he didn't know if it was a compliment—but he liked you.

"You're funny ! I think I'm gonna call you puppy !"

He then leaned forward, all amusement having left his face as he whispered.

"...Tell me. Do you like my smile, puppy ?"

Suddenly, your smile faltered as you started smelling a very metallic smell from his bloody mouth.

Okay...Maybe, it wasn't fake blood afterall.

Pennywise :

Pennywise had been practicing his magic tricks away from the sewers, in case Penny would see him and make fun of him.

Penny had told him that children weren't interested in magic tricks anymore, but he still had the will to practice...Just in case.

He sighed as he made a coin disappear in one hand and reappear in the other.

But, there was no joy in it.

Maybe Penny was right afterall...Maybe...Maybe, people just didn't like simple magic tricks anymore ?

But then, he heard someone clap.

His head snapped towards the source of the sound and he was surprised to find a surprise guest to his little solo show.

"Loved that. Do you have any other magic tricks ? Would love to see them."

His eyes widened a little and he suddenly stood up before his lips split into a malicious grin.

"Well, aren't you the little cutie pie...Tell me, what or who made you think it was a good idea to come here ? Wanna thank them for getting me my dinner for free."

You laughed. It threw him off.

None of his victims had ever laughed in his presence...It was strange. That's when he started digging in your head and realized why you weren't scared. He chuckled.

"Oh ? I see now. Seems like we got ourselves a little fan of horror stories, huh ?"

You wiped a tear away and nodded.

"Yeah. Sorry...I just can't. I love the whole 'horror clown gig' you got going on."

He bit back a dark laughter and the urge to correct you. It was no 'gig'. But, it had been so long since he last had an audience.

He sighed and sat back down before smiling and eyeing your pocket significantly.

You understood and checked your pocket, only to smile at the penny now in your pocket.

"Aww...Thanks."

'Don't thank me yet, sweetheart.', he thought. '...~Not when you just got sold for a penny..."

Freddy :

To be completely honest, Freddy hadn't expected when he got summoned into someone's dreams.

He was minding his own business in his own dream world when he was sucked into one particular dream.

But, not anyone's dreams...One filled with missing posters of the kids he killed and many of his old belongings.

....Why in the heck was everything there ?

The only thing he couldn't recognize was the sleeping angel on the bed, staring at him with wide eyes and a rapidly beating heart.

He first thought you were afraid, but no...You weren't afraid.

You were...thrilled. He then realized what was happening and chuckled to himself before letting his bladed run-on your bedsheets until reaching you.

"...So, you're a fan, huh ?", he teased while letting the tip of one of his blades run down your face. "Pretty too...Lucky me."

He hummed appreciatively before cackling mischievously.

"...I wonder how much you can take before you break ?"

Freddy is narcissistic. Knowing you're his fan would end up in a significant boost to his already gigantic ego.

One I'm not sure you'd survive...

Jason :

Jason's sole objective is to protect Crystal Lake. So, he never imagined someone would actually enter willingly to find him and ask for his autograph.

His first reaction ?

Confusion.

A...fan ?

Michael never had a friend. Imagine his astonishment when he hears that he's got fans. He'd be hella confused.

What...What was he supposed to do with you ?

You weren't particularly disrespectful or destructive towards his nature. But, he did feel kind of weirded out by the fact that you would have a portfolio on his every crime...

But then, he realized exactly why you were a fan when he found you tending to a squirrel with a broken leg.

It wasn't about the murders.

It was about his mission.

You knew he protected the fauna and flora of the forest and you respected him for it. It brought him a bit of comfort and reassurance on your true purpose.

He then started trusting you more and more and even started to enjoy your company to a certain extent.

He then offered you to stay with him and you didn't hesitate before accepting.

You had SO MUCH to learn from him afterall...

Michael :

You : "Boop. Got your nose."

Myers *trying very hard not to pull out his knife and stab you where you stand*

The first time you met Myers, he was needed someone to watch over his 'kids' (including Brahms, Jason, Five and Ester) while he was away to find a job.

You were the most...ANNOYING...babysitter in the world. But, he had no choice as every other babysitter had quit on sight of the 'kids' in question—especially Brahms.

So, he had to accept you.

Finally, after a couple of months...he had learnt to accept your presence, but didn't understand why you would be so excited around him.

You even insisted on reading when he was and helping him on cooking. Two of his favorite SOLO activities.

He finally decided to face you about your clearly weird behavior around him and didn't expect it when you answered with a large grin.

"Why Mr Myers...I am just such a BIG fan of yours."

He was renderer speechless, even though is mute.

Then, you leaned forward, as if to share a secret. But, when he bent forward, you booped him again.

Michael was surprised, but you were gone before he could as much as react.

He watched you intently as you hopped away and his eyes narrowed in slight worry.

That's when he noticed something....His knife was missing.

Brahms :

Brahms was thrilled when he realized that you were a fan of his. He didn't know why though ?

But, it didn't matter to Brahms. The only thing that mattered was that you liked him.

"You...fan of...Brahms ?", he asked before smiling from ear to ear. "Brahms...Brahms have fans ?!"

He was so excited and even though he had absolutely no idea how you found him or became a fan—he immediately invited you to stay with him.

You accepted and then started explaining that you had always wanted someone to play with. You knew you were too old for dolls, but you ha always wanted to play with someone.

And he couldn't have been happier to consider you a playmate.

You started playing together and Brahms could finally be himself around someone who understood him.

Brahms can be wary with strangers, but he is quick to befriend when the other person shows as much interest in him than him on them.

So, it wouldn't be too difficult to earn his trust, as long as you follow his rules.

Norman :

"Get away. Shoo. Shoo."

He would try to push you away.

Norman is the most famous slasher. The oldest. The most experienced. He perfectly knows that having fans isn't necessarily a good thing.

He had his fair share of psychos and paparazzi following his crimes over the years, some who even made it a personal challenge of theirs to hurt him.

They wanted to find out what made him tick, and some succeeded by pretending to be clients at the hotel and take an interest in his business.

He even wiped his hands after shaking yours on your first day.

He doesn't like having nosy people around, and even more those who make it their personal objective to unnerve or hurt him.

But, he quickly realized that you weren't like them.

You respected his business and even though he knew you to be a fan and a journalist, you never seemed to ask sensitive questions.

You were all "How are you's" and "How can I help". He was a little surprised at first, but quickly became used to your presence.

You weren't rude and even though you had inquired more than once an interview, you had never been insistant on it.

"Everything is going to be fine, Norman. I just want you to tell me the truth. The whole truth..."

Finally, he indulged as you had helped more than your fair share and when he sat down in front of you and squeezed his hand encouragingly—he had no choice but to believe in your sincerity.

Norman *sighs* : "Fine. My name is Norman Bates and I...I am the first slasher ever recorded in history. And, this is my story. My truth."

J and Arthur :

J laughed and Arthur frowned in incomprehension when they found you at their doorstep—asking to become their apprentice.

They both had very different feelings on the matter.

J was amused and took pleasure in carrying you around town while shooting and blowing stuff up.

Arthur on the other hand was wary at first and had asked you to stay behind and gave you a number of things to do in order to keep you safe.

J didn't bother about your safety and made it his personal duty to turn you into his personal Harley Quinn. So, he told you to disobey Arthur and made you follow them.

J *smirks before throwing you off an helicopter and jumping after you* : "CAREFUL ABOUT THE LANDING, AHAHAH !"

...Arthur was the one who jumped after the both of you with three parachutes.

"...Idiots.", he whispered to himself before rolling his eyes.

But, he still cackled as he fell behind the both of you.

J used the helicopter jump as proof of your sincerity and didn't need more.

However, Arthur...Arthur was worried because you were a fan of the Joker.

And Jokers never played fair...

Bo and Vincent Sinclair :

When Bo opened the door, he really wasn't expecting someone to actually be here to visit the wax museum.

It had been so long, he had completely forgotten about the flyers him and Lester had spread a while ago around the country.

But when you held out the slightly crumpled sheet in his face with stars in your eyes, he couldn't help the large grin that spread across his face.

"Well...Ain't that some lovely surprise ? A fan."

He tipped his head at you before sending you a cheeky wink.

"Came to visit our famous wax museum, huh ? Can't blame ya. It's to 'die for'."

Bo laughed and took a step back before calling for Vincent.

"Vincent ! Visitor !"

*Imagine that man walking towards you like that. My soul would leave my body*

Vincent came in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, his eyes widened in slight puzzlement.

He turned towards Bo quizzically who clicked his tongue and replied with a smile.

"We got someone real interested in your work. Thought you'd like to give them a tour ?"

Vincent stayed still for a few seconds before raising his hands to his mouth in glee. He then turned back towards you and seemed excited as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder to run to the museum with you.

Bo watched the both of you with a mischievous grin and pushed the rifle he was hiding with the tip of his foot under the table.

He would have to deal with you later...

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