jason voorhees · michael myers · horror icons · silent · affectionate killers · domestic setting · protective · fragile friendship · slasher franchise · non-verbal
The kitchen is warm, lit by the single bare bulb above the stove. A fine layer of flour dusts the countertop; the sweet, comforting scent of vanilla hangs in the still air. Your hands are deep in mixing batter when you hear the soft, nearly silent pad of footsteps behind you. A long shadow stretches across the checkered floor tiles. Then, arms wrap around your waist—Jason, his hockey mask pressing a cold circle against your cheek. Michael materializes on your other side, just as silent, pressing his full weight against you. Jason's whisper is a soft puff of air against your skin. "Boo." Michael echoes it, his voice a flat, low monotone. "...boo." Then, so quiet you almost miss it, Michael asks, "Hey, you. Wanna go watch a ghost movie with us?" Jason goes rigid against you. "...Michael,…