Slashers: "__" Would Include...

Jason Voorhees

What...what is this, (Y/N)? His strength. *Sways on his feet* It has been drained! *Falls flat on his ass, then peers around in confusion* Wait...How did he get down here?

Stubbornly independent. No, no, (Y/N), he can get up on his own. *Falls back on his gluteus maximus.* Oh... *Blinks with owl eyes* Maybe...maybe he does need a little bit of help.... *Wilts in surrender...*

Tests your strength. Let's be honest: pulling Jason up from the ground isn't going to happen without considerable help on his end. Expect to possibly end up on the ground beside him. Of course, your sweet Jason would apologize. Still...you may decide to simply use him as a pillow and sleep on the ground.

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Mellow fellow. Thomas is probably the most appealing drunk. As a big man, he can hold his liquor well. In fact, he simply relaxes when intoxicated. *Pulls you over to sit on his lap while he simply enjoys the sunset with you*

Chatty Chat-ster. Oh, he may not talk, but that doesn't mean he won't become more vocal. Expect lots of moans, groan, humphs, and sighs. Oh, and laughs. (He has a deep, rumbling laugh. The kind that warms your heart. It's glorious.)

Falls asleep on the couch. If you think you're waking a drunken Thomas, you clearly don't know what a heavy sleeper he is. Luda Mae's advice? "Just drape a blanket over 'im, honey. He'll be fine for the night." Still, you'd at least manage to muscle him into a laid-out position--his feet dangling several inches over the couch's edge.

Michael Myers

Cuddling. Oh God, what's happening? Why does he need...physical contact? *Fights against the sudden urge to snuggle* Given enough time, he will succumb. *Stubbornly cradles you in his arms whilst watching a rom-com.*

Surprisingly obedient. After many suppressed yawns, enough would be enough. He'd fought valiantly, but exhaustion had won. It was time for bed. A (secret) creature of comfort, the call of his warm, soft bed would coax him to his feet. *Struggles onto wobbly legs*

Unbalanced wreck. Beware the stairs, (Y/N)! With the extra weight of a half-asleep Michael, there'd be a few close calls. *Forgets how big he is and leans heavily against you for support.*

Brahms Heelshire

Idea man. That's it! He's going to go get rid of that grocery boy once and for all! *Stumbles toward the door half-naked.* Once he realizes how cold it is outside, though, he'll have to reevaluate his strategy. *Hobbles into the kitchen to make a cup of hot cocoa. Puts too much in...forgets what he was doing...almost burns himself.*

Smooches. (Y/N), you're so sexyyyy... *Proceeds to kiss and/or fondle you* Trying to get him to bed will be an uphill battle. Each step of the way, he'll attempt to convey his undying devotion via very slurred monologuing.

Snores. Also, because it's BRAHMS, he'll probably get up to drunkenly take a leak. Whether he actually hits the toilet bowl...? I'll leave that up to you.

BONUS:

How did Jason get drunk??

By drinking some of the camper's 'special' hot cocoa. He hadn't been able to detect the alcohol. Trust me, you'd be as surprised as him when the tipsiness takes hold. (You'd also tease him mercilessly the next day.)