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Before we start, a little introduction of how I see the "main" killers of this story since I think it's a nice summary:
Micheal Myers:
Yeah he's a tough guy. Never showing his emotions and always quick to act. Then again he's kinda like protective mother figure, trying to protect everyone while simultaneously acting like he doesn't care at all. He can't stand a messy house and will force those who did the mess to clean up. Often leaves randomly to go on a killing spree only to return covered in blood hours later. Afterwards he washes his jumpsuit and also does the other laundry with it, no questions asked. He's also the most unresponsive of all. No reactions to nothing. He doesn't panic but if he does.. you should be worried. Very very worried.
Jason Voorhees:
Big lake teddy with a fluffy heart. To be honest he just does his own thing most of the time but always comes back to the others eventually. Loves bear traps, his machete, his mother and, secretly, cuddling. Not like he would tell that anyone though. He is nearly as ruthless as Michael but a bit shyer and not as quickly set off. But once he is mad.. run.
Bo Sinclair:
He's an asshole with a southern accent. Dropped that fake attitude right when he noticed no one in the group was even mildly interesting for him. Then it was smoking, being annoyed 24/7, talking shit as soon as the back is turned or listening to rock while fixing a random thing around the house. He just needs something to do sometimes so he will fix small shit that has been annoying him (basically every single thing in the house) while cursing loudly. Or he starts arguments.
Vincent Sinclair:
An artist who doesn't use words but rather expresses himself with gestures or art when he sees the need to (not that often). But else he just stays to himself. Secretly a sweetheart. He can't stand getting yelled at but won't fight back against it. In the end he helps around the house before going back to his art pieces or sitting in silence with Bubba while carving wax statues. Doesn't mean he can't pack a punch though.
Hannibal Lecter (from the series):
Well what's there to say? It's Hannibal from the series! Polite cannibal who's always dressed to the nines, has everybody figured out in seconds, has a fine taste, non-believer, kinda a hypocrite and is mostly playing doctor for the reckless killers. He will throw something in latin at your head knowing full well you won't understand it, not as an insult but as a hidden insult. Yet his insults are highly creative, never once using foul language. Also he often cooks along with Norman. He sees it as a way to make sure no one eats unhealthy or gets sick. And he hates fast food.
Brahms Heelshire (first movie and we just pretend the second never happened):
He's really a sweetheart.. with attachment issues. But a sweetheart nonetheless. Even though he rather stays in the walls he does appear from time to time, mostly to eat, sometimes to bake cookies with Norman or cuddle with Willow while listening to stories. He's an active member in the household, just unnoticed. Moving stuff or cleaning up plates when no one is looking. No idea what he does in the walls but he seems happy to be there rather than in the chaos outside. Brahms can't stand people talking too much, being rude to his friends or telling him he can't do something. Once he's mad there's no way he will let go of that grudge. It's like a child throwing a tantrum but instead it's a tall scruffy man with curly hair, an unkempt beard and a porcelain mask throwing stuff and killing. But he always apologizes later.. when he stops pouting.
Thomas Hewitt:
Brute who mostly exists to protect Bubba. He takes care of the butchering of the animals (and people) that get caught in Jason's traps, often going out with him to check them. They seem to bond without words on their walks, not quite friends but appreciative of the others work. Oh yeah and he does cute leather art out of the victims skin. 10/10, made with heart (literally)
Bubba Sawyer:
A cutie cannibal with a chainsaw, really just looking for approval from others. He is kinda childish and easily takes stuff personally even if it isn't his fault. Poor guy doesn't understand when someone is mad and thinks it is his fault and in turn gets upset. But a simple praise makes the man more happy than anything and a head pat or hug will have him beaming all week. Bubba often hangs around in his room or basement with Thomas, creating small trinkets out of bones or simply existing in his own little happy bubble of blissful ignorance to the bad things in the world. To be fair he never learned what's wrong and what's right really.
--> like I already stated numerous times we're just gonna pretend both Leatherface families know each other cause cannibals, Texas and cause I said so :)
Stu Macher & Billy Loomis:
A psychopathic dou out to kill for the heck of it. If not out to stalk their next victim, they watch horror movies, prank other killers (mostly getting their ass beat for that later) or lounge around the motel. They would be drunk most of the time if Hannibal wasn't keeping an eye on them.
Stu is the sweet but intrusive guy, always saying dirty jokes or intruding people's personal space cause he doesn't accept boundaries while Billy is more of an asshole with slight anger issues, ready to punch Stu when he doesn't stop being so overly energetic. Basically golden retriever x black cat energy.
Norman Bates:
Sweet guy. Takes care of the household and keeps everything together. I kinda see him vibe with Hannibal for most of the time before withdrawing from the chaos as soon as it's too much to have some peace. Avoids trouble to keep Mother from lashing out. If it's getting too much he disappears into his study like a turtle into its shell.
Freddy Krueger:
Sarcastic narcissist who can't be bothered to appear when needed. Totally gives the Ghostfaces alcohol to piss the slashers off and watch the chaos. Or he drinks it all himself while constantly smoking (both hated by Hannibal and Norman). No idea where he gets all that but he always gets things out of thin air. Really only exists to give useless advice, piss everyone off and then leave to kill a poor soul in their sleep.