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Slashers’ Reaction to Getting High
@elliotenabled: The idea of Michael getting high and just…staring at his knife amuses me greatly. I’d really love to know all the slashers response to getting high xD
Jason Voorhees
He’d have deep thoughts. Have you ever noticed how bright the stars are? They’re just…billions of suns. What if one of them has its own earth? And what if that earth has its own (Y/N)? And what if it has its own Jason and (Y/N)? *Reaches out to hold your hand*
Is this why people get high? Oh…he sees it, now. *Pats his masked face, smushing his nose down in the process* (Y/N)? (Y/N), he can’t breathe! *Starts shaking with giggles* Oh wait, that’s cause he was smushing his face… *Continues giggle-smushing*
Thomas Hewitt
You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). No! So handsome… No! So…(Y/N)…you’re so (Y/N)-esque, (Y/N). *Grins like a stoned fool* He’d play with his own hair then try to braid it into yours. Together forever…
He’d try to make you a gift. Emphasis on try. You deserve something wonderful–like you! But what? Oh! How about a leather bracelet? But what if you don’t like human leather? *Puppy-face-levels of sadness*
He’d get playful. Really playful. Are you on a walk? (Because you didn’t want Hoyt ruining your high?) Oh, (Y/N)…guess who’s about to get tickled! *Chases after you, intent on making you squeal with laughter*
Michael Myers
Stares at his knife for an entire hour. So sharp, so deadly, so…shiny. *Turns it this-way-and-that in the light, admiring its reflective properties*
Stares at his own reflection. His eyes are like bottomless pits of blackness surrounded by an arctic ocean of blue… *Imagines drowning victims in his eyes* And his hair…is like a lion’s mane. *Bares teeth and studies his canines* Yes, he is the king of beasts–the most deadly of all Michaels.
Brahms Heelshire
He’d be very cuddly. Eskimo kisses are his weapon of choice. Wrapping you both up in a fuzzy blanket, he’d rub his face against you. Oh, your skin is so soft, (Y/N)!
Takes too much…turns into an utter dumpster fire. That is Brahms. Paranoia, anxiety–anxious paranoia with a touch of panic. (Y/N)?! Where is his (Y/N)?! *Finds you literally making him a PBJ because it’s what. he. asked. for* Oh, sweet (Y/N)! He thought he’d lost you forever! *Rushes forward to embrace you* Never leave his side again!