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The slashers accidently killing their s/o

Micheal Myers

Micheal snapped and his s/o was there at the wrong place at the worst time, Micheal doesn’t feel anything at first and would just stare down at his s/o’s body before leaving them there to be found, after the body had been found and a few days pass that when things really start to set in for him, he suddenly feels more empty then he was before and that somethings missing, well his s/o is obviously missing but he doesn’t see it that way, he sees it as his routine is being missing, his dinner is missing, his couch buddy is missing, more then just his s/o is missing and that’s when he snaps again realizing that he is the reason he lost all that and his s/o, after realizing that Micheal shifts into maximum overdrive when it comes to his aggression and his little murder side hustle, he truly become a shape of a human that everyone said he was when he takes out his s/o

Jason Voorhees

With Jason it was an accident, he didn’t outright go and kill his s/o but it was the traps that he set to keep the camp and his s/o safe that killed them, they most likely would have gotten stuck in one and weren’t lucky enough to get out themselves or Jason was just a tad bit too late to come and save them when he finds them he’s in shock, and he’s very much angry at himself, he blames himself more and more as each second goes by and he would form the illusion that his s/o Is still there like he did with Pamela, he would try to cope by making himself believe that they didn’t die and that they were still there and this would heal him a bit, but a tiny voice that sounds like his s/o’s at the back of his mind would tell him that it was his fault and that he is why they are gone would undo all his healing and reopen that wound over and over again and never let him properly cope or move on

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would have accidentally got his s/p while he got his victim, a very sad two for one, a victim would have pulled his s/o against them and tried to use them as a bargaining chip and he would have sawed through his victim from the back and not realized that his s/o was much closer than he first thought. Seeing that and having to watch his s/o die in A very very painful way will absolutely destroy him. Watching his s/o die right in front of him sends him over and everything around him just goes fuzzy and all the sounds to him are just muffled yelling and noise, he would feel numb and just hold them as they die and their last words would go into his head and bounce around in there, and he’s going to stay in that state for a very long time even after they die, where he’s just on autopilot, he’ll eat less and less and he’ll stop feeling everything but grief, loneliness, and guilt every day after that

Brahms heelshire

Brahms killed his s/o during one of his Fits, this gone got really out of hand and he didn’t realize what he was doing, until rhe damage was already done and nothing could be done to undo or stop it, after realizing what happens brahms will lose a few brain cells and he will beg his s/o to stop bleeding, like they can just magically stop, he’ll start start apologize and cry and try to stop the bleeding himself but since he dosent really know what he’s doing he’ll end up casing more pain then there was before and then he’ll start to cry harder, once they are dead he will lay there next to their body for awhile hoping that they’ll just wake up and things will be normal, but once he realizes that they aren’t he’ll move the body outside and try to give his s/o a proper funeral, but he wouldn’t be able to deal with being the one to burry his s/o, so he’d be forced to stop in the middle of things because of how emotional he will get, brahms will finish eventually but he can’t cope with them dying and end up making a doll of his s/o and he’ll take over as nanny and just pretend that he’s taking care of his s/o until they are better and they can take care of him again

Bo Sinclair

Bo much like some of the slashers before him would end up killing his s/o on a fit of rage, an argument that had to much yelling, beer and him not listening, he would get physical with his s/o after many many beers and extra hard and long day filled with extra difficult victims, and something small that his s/o would say would send him over the edge, and lead him to not being able to control himself, he would end up taking it all out on his s/o, and leaving them there on the floor to die, but not realizing that he killed them he expected them to be fine and thought they would be able to get up so he’d leave them there and go to bed for the night and wake up feeling a bit guilty, so when he’d go down to apologize to them he’d find lester and Vincent In the kitchen, lester with a somber look and Vincent with a loon of fear, and by the facial expressions alone he’d know what happend and what fate he’d given his s/o and that’s when he’d leave and when he’s alone, and he knows he’s alone, he’d break down letting the consequences of his actions skin in and all the negative emotions that come with it in as well, he wouldn’t come back for a couple of days, worrying both lester and Vincent but when he does he’s taken to where his s/o now lays, he’d be relieved that they weren’t tossed into the road kill pit and that they were actually burried in the town properly, but he’d never be able to walk past their grave with his head up, he’d never be able to let go of things after that as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wouldn’t be the out right cause of his s/o’s death, but him accidently slipping up and a victim getting away would do the job, the victim would mistake his s/o as someone who’s hostile and get them while they are off guard ending them in a quick enough way where it would have been almost impossible to stop, Vincent wouldn’t be able to continue chasing after the victim and would just pray that bo or lester caught them up ahead, he’d sit there with his s/o and let out muffled and painful sounding crys as he tried to comfort them as best as he could so they wouldn’t die alone, but he knows this and this hurts him more, he thinks that if he’d been a little more cautious he could have prevented this or that if maybe he’d just done something a little different he wouldn’t be sitting there watching his s/o die, but he didn’t and that knowledge eats him up from the inside out, he’d sit there with them until they passed and put them somewhere else that’s safe for a little bit while he gets things ready, he’d try to make his s/o Into a wax figure to preserve the memory of them but half way through he wouldn’t be able to continue and he’d have a break down right there, he’d end up finishing but he wouldn’t be able to put them out for everyone to see, he wouldn’t be able to live with them in the town, passing their statue would bring him an unbearable pain he wouldn’t be able to handle so he’d Settle for burying them in a respectful way, somewhere a bit away from the town where he knows his s/o will be safe, and where more victims wouldn’t be able to hurt them

Mark Hoffman

Marks choices are what killed his s/o, he has many things to worry about as an apprentice so when he was told he was going to be tested, he didn’t expect his s/o to be in the test, and he tried his best to save them, he really did, but it wasn’t enough, he tried to give more than he could but it wasn’t enough and he lost them because of that, and he believes that since he wasn’t careful enough and didn’t get them out before they were even in the spot to use in a test, that they died because of him and that their blood was on his hands, he wants able to comfort them and his s/o died scared, and that eats away at him. He’ll give his s/o the best funeral his money can get but after that, all his morales go out the window and he’s out for blood, looking to find the person who put them into being with and to start with them after marks s/o dies its a blood bath that no one can stop, they were all he had left

To Calm a Storm

This is the fourth part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.

Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie

Warnings: None

Pairing: Satan x GN!MC

Words: 1080

2:56PM

Satan resists a growl as he paces in a small, tight circle in the corner of the RAD library. His fingernails, which are on the verge of becoming claws, are biting into his palms. He hopes he’s not bleeding. He’s planning on meeting you, as he often does between classes, and that would be embarrassing.

Fuck, he thinks, as he wrenches his hands apart to see angry, red crescents on his palms. But no blood, that’s good. Either way, he can’t let you see him in this state. The very idea is enough to make him feel sick. Satan sinks into a chair at your regular table in the corner and takes a deep, deep, breath, trying to steady his nerves. Trying to forget the argument he’d just had with the professor of Pactology.

You’d once mentioned that slowly counting to ten was a human method of controlling one’s anger.

So, he gives it a try, and he can almost feel it working. Then he hears your voice as you say goodbye to some of your friends outside the library’s entrance. His eyes snap open and he puts on a pleasant smile just as you appear from behind one of the tall shelves. As you approach him, your own bright smile falters.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you ask, giving him a once over. Satan’s eyes widen briefly and he closes his hands.

“What? I’m fine,” he says slowly, carefully. To avoid it coming out from gritted teeth.

Your eyes search his face as you drag a chair over to sit next to him. After a quick inspection, you determine that something is wrong. “No, really, what happened?” you ask, placing your hand on his shoulder.

His eyebrows bunch up, “you can tell I’m upset?”

You nod, “you’re a good actor, Satan, but I can tell when something’s bothering you.”

Since the metaphorical cat is out of the bag, he sighs and starts to tell you about the argument he’d just had with his idiot professor. How she’d been giving the class the wrong information.

And when he raised his hand to correct her, she had to gall to scold and belittle him, as if there were no possible way a student could know more than her. Then ended her barrage against him by calling him the wrong name.

“She called you Lucifer?!” you screech, mortified. This earns you a glare from one of the librarians. You shrink into your seat until they pass by. Once the coast is clear, you ask again, in a more appropriate tone, “she called you Lucifer?”

“Yes.” he grits out, knuckles turning white as he grips the armrests. They’re probably moments away from being ripped off the chair.

“I’m sorry, Satan.” You rub at his arm in an attempt to sooth him. The two of you sit quietly for a few minutes. Your hand moves to his back, rubbing gentle circles between his shoulder blades. His eyes are closed and he subconsciously leans back against your hand.

You can feel the tension leaving him with every circle you make.

“I apologize.” he mutters, under his breath.

“For what?” you ask, hand temporarily stilling. He opens his eyes to look into yours.

“That you found me in such a bad mood. I was trying very hard to get myself under control.” he whispers. You smile softly and continue to massage his back.

“Satan, you’re allowed to get upset, ya know? That’s part of being... alive.” (You were about to say human, but that isn’t exactly applicable is it?)

“Yes, but—”

“No," you interrupt, “she was being unfair. She didn’t hear you out and she was being horrendously disrespectful. You had every right to be angry. As long as you don’t act on it, it’s okay.”

“Do you really feel that way?” he questions, with a head tilt.

“Of course I do. You didn’t destroy the classroom or threaten to disembowel her or something. You’re just irritated. Ya know, I’m surprised she started a fight with you anyway—”

“Because I’m Wrath?” he guesses, hurt written on his face.

“Because you’re very smart. And you’re the only one who gives half a fuck in that class.”

He blinks in surprise, then groans softly, “everyone thinks I’m just a copy of him. It makes me so…”

“I know, I know,” you whisper, moving to sit on the arm of his chair. He looks up at you. “You’re not a copy of anyone. You’re Satan. You’re the most intelligent, most well-read, kind, witty, handsome—” you slam your free hand over your mouth.

He smiles again, it’s genuine this time. You look away, face turning red.

“Um, I’m gonna go find a book on ancient pactology and we’ll show that old hag!” you say, standing abruptly before wandering off in the completely wrong direction. Satan laughs softly, then touches the back of his shoulder where your hand had just been.

He watches you stumble over your feet, then realize you’re going the wrong way. As you turn towards the correct section, you nearly walk into a bookcase. He chuckles again. His anger dissipated.

Something else flutters in his chest, he puts his hand over his heart. It’s not anger, or fury, or rage. It’s something much… softer. Lighter. Unfamiliar.

Once you return with a book, several hundred years older than you, you carefully set it down before opening it to the back. And as you run your finger down its index, Satan only looks at you.

If the books he reads are accurate, this feeling could only mean one thing. His eyes scan your face.

“Here we go,” you say, pulling the book towards him. Then you start to read a passage which probably proves his point, but the words aren’t quite registering. “See, you were right!” you exclaim, pointing to the words.

“Uh,” he glances down to read the details of how pacts were formed in the days long before your birth. “Of course.”

“Didn’t doubt you for a second,” you smile before looking up at the clock behind you. “Uh oh, my next class is in four minutes! I’ll see you later.” you say as you get up. You pat his head softly before exiting the library.

And suddenly his cheeks are on fire.

(He totally doesn’t sit there for the next fifteen minutes, imagining your hand on his back. And he certainly wasn’t late to class for the first time because of it. No sir.)

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