Slashers when their s/o snitches on them to the police

Includes: Michael Myers, Hannibal Lecter, Billy Loomis.

Up next: Jason Vorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Leatherface

Warnings: blood, gore, death

ITS BEEN A FULL YEAR SINCE IVE POSTED SLASHER CONTENT

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Michael Myers

• You had a light blue notebook, the plan was to write everything you could remember down- dates, time, how he had looked when he came home; anything that would be useful.
• It lasted roughly two days before Michael got a hold of it, curious as to what the hell you’d been writing about for hours in that damned thing- of course, he wasn’t shocked when he read through the pages of his murder, you had been more jumpy and secretive lately.
• He doesn’t bring it up, instead he places the notebook a tad different each time he reads through it. His way of letting you know he knows. 
• “Michael,” you yelled from your standing position, looking for your keys in your beige purse. “I’ll be back in a bit, gotta drop something off to a friend!” the notebook was held tightly between your arm and side, today was the day you showed it to the police. “Lov-“
• Within seconds, you become his newest victim, red pouring from the wound in your back as you hit the wooden floor. 

Hannibal

• You were working with the police- tasked to get as close with Hannibal as possible. He was a suspect, you agreed.
• It started off easy enough, you became one of his patients and you went from there. It wasn’t until he invited you to one of his dinner parties that things picked up.
• Soon enough, you were dating. You had been friendly for around 10 months before the first date. Hannibal was a careful man, you noted. 
• He was hosting a dinner party and you had agreed to help him prepare, until you saw him pull out the human thigh, a knowing smile darkening his features. “I know you know, I’m surprised you’ve let it get this far.”
• You tried to run, to call your supervisor and tell him not to come- that Hannibal was in fact the criminal and you we-
• Hannibal wasted no time in killing you, a tad disappointed his little lamb was so unloyal- but, you’d make for a fine main course, he decided, getting to work on cutting your flesh. 

Billy Loomis

• He takes the longest to catch on, Billy doesn’t have the slightest clue until that little black notebook slips out of your purse one day, contents inside confusing him- it couldn’t have been you to write all this,
• Billy takes the most humane approach, still hopeful it wasn’t you, and mentions the notebook to you at night.
• “I found a notebook with all my murders logged, it was pretty detailed,” he muttered, head turning to face you. “I think someones after us, must’ve planted it in your bag, huh?” 
• The look on your face, the pure dread at the mention of the notebook confirmed the worst. “(y/n)..” Billy trailed off, eyes widening as he watched you scoot away from him. “You wouldn’t do that to us- to me, would ya?”
• You did, but you violently shook your head, denying the claims. “No- no, I have no clue how that got there, Billy I-” you were silenced by a knife to the stomach, looking up to see Billy’s tear filled ones.
• “You were the last person I ever wanted to do this to, Doll. Forgive me.”