Cut me up (slasher x reader oneshots)

Yandere!Harry Warden & Scared!reader

Requested by: Popsicle_wolf5

You ran through the mines, your eyes filling with tears, blurring your vision.
You whined again as you got into an underground crossroad.
This started to get maddening.
One of the paths had broken lightbulbs and the other three had somewhat working ones. You stomped your foot in frustration and began sprinting one direction. You were starting to think it didn't really matter anymore.
"Help me! Someone please!" You screamed, your words hitching in your throat.
You had been running for too long.
You could hear more yells come from god knows which tunnel.

A murder miner.
A god damn murderer miner was going after every single one of you.
He smashed a big 'ole pickaxe into your friends head, cracking his skull open like a can of worms.
He then looked at you and just... just stared.
He stopped all that he was doing, giving you all time to scatter.

You quickly slid and scooted behind a mining cart, breathing heavily.
You saw several more corpses on the way and were pretty sure he was coming behind you.
Heavy gas mask breathing ensured your truth soon enough. He smashed another light, right on the other side where you were hiding.
You crawled into the mining cart, rolling up into a scared ball.
You struggled to stay quiet.
You could just feel him aproach.

The killer slowly leaned on the mining cart, making you squeeze into it.
You saw those blodied up, gloved fingers grip onto the cart, squeezing with rage.
Blood dripped down from them, onto your boots.
You held your breath to the best of your abilities.
The killer took heavy breaths, checking the area for any movement.

He suddenly stopped breathing.
He was listening.
He was listening for you.

You didn't even move a musle. You were sure he'd know straight away.
The need to cry and whine slowly rose in your body.
Why wasn't he leaving?
The killer soon took a long sigh, getting off the cart and walking the other way.
You exhaled yourself too, relieved that he left.
You twitched a few times, the quiet sobs moving your body.
Your entire self was shaking, you wouldn't be surprised if you weren't going through some minor seizure.
But you had to be strong.
Of not for your deceased friends, then at least for yourself.
You can get out.

You got out of the mining cart, slightly tripping on your way out.
You exhaled yet again, trying to get yourself together.
You looked around. No signs of the legendary murder miner.
You slowly started walking down the mine chaft, other direction of the killer.
The feeling of not knowing where you're going, set back in.
You were so scared.
So scared of the blood stained walls.
Scared of the distant bangs of a pickaxe.
Scared of the cold.

You checked behind yourself after hearing some kind of bang, uncomfortably close to you.
You stopped walking, listening to any more noise. It sounded like another lightbulb breaking.
And another one.
He was coming your way again.
There were no boxes nor turned over mine carts to hide behind.
You started backing up from the sounds, hypnotizing the dark, twisty hallway.
You bumped into something.
A wall?

You turned around with speed, only to let out a loud scream.
It was him.
The killer.

He must've taken a turn somewhere and skip ahead of you.
He knew you were in that mine cart.
Before you got to running, you were grabbed by your wrist, getting pulled closer to the killer.
He got blood stains on your hands. It was your friends' blood.
You whined, struggling to get out of his grip. He kicked under your feet, making you loose your footing.
You fell into a semi-crouch, leaning on him.
Your sweater was even more stained with blood.
He dropped his pickaxe, grabbing your other arm, so you couldn't use it in an attempt of self defense.
Your eyes started filling with tears as he pushed you onto himself, one hand holding yours, the other sliding on your back.
Those black glass eyes of the mask. They were filled with madness.

If you could see under the mask, you'd see the crooked, insane smile, of a dead man.
A dead man yearning for you, and you only.

You tried hitting the killer with your free hand, even kicking around with your feet, but because of your current posicion, you were unable to do a lot of damage.
The hand that was holding your arm was quickly slid to your face, sending a loud slap.
Fortunately it didn't hurt too much due to his gloves- it was more like a rough push.
You could promise you could hear a quiet "I'm sorry" come from under the mask, as soon as you straightened your head.
He laid his bloody hand on your cheek, just observing your face.

His heart that was supposed to be dead for so long, was beating so hard again.
You whined, tears already streaming down your face, mixing themselves with blood.
You were scared shitless, your legs unable to support your body, he was free to hold your entire self.

You could feel his gloved thumb clear a tear off your cheek.
Was he enjoying your suffering?
"What do you want from me?" You whined, not trying to struggle for now.

Those words... he wants so much from you... he wants everything from you...

The killer slowly aproached his gas mask covered face to yours.
You tried getting your face away, but were unable to do much.
He gently pushed his forehead onto yours.
You could hear the heavy breaths from inside the mask.
They sounded... desperate.
The hand that rested on your cheek slowly slid to your chest, in a sort of flirtatious manner.
The breaths transformed into breaths that came through a smile.
The hand that was on your back, pushed you more into him.
It was as if he wanted to... push your bodies together. Into one shape.

You could feel him sliding his index finger on your chest.
Slow... round movements, that gently went across your skin, sending shivers of both curiosity and fear.
You tried not making any more noise, as to not recieve another semi-smack.
The bloody murderer sighed, slowly pushing his thigh between your legs.

You obviously didn't even want to allow it at first, but he forced your legs open anyway.
It was a fully grown man, nothing you could do.
Your breath hitched back in struggle.
He retracted his head, looking at your chest.
You slowly looked down to it too.
He drew a little heart on your chest... with blood...

"Why are you d-" Your plea was cut off by the killers lips slamming onto yours roughly.
You let out a muted squeak at the begining.
You were bent back as his tongue pushed it's way into yours, hungrily exploring all corners of your mouth.
His hand was slid to the back of your head, slightly pulling onto your hair.
You haven't had a pashionate kiss like this in so long.
It felt wild but also... good.
You were simply struggling in the wild hurricane of emotions.

The heated kiss parted only rarely for the killer to get in a few desperate breaths and return to his fiery make outs.

You finnaly managed to push him off you.
You noticed a quiet growl escaping his lips as he was forced away from yours.
You had to get away somehow... outside.
"Not... not here" You struggled to let out normal sounding words.
The killer had already re-positioned his gas mask, turning his head to the side.
"It's... I... We can't- I can't do anything without a bed, darling" You said, your face going slightly red, because of the usage of the lovey dovey nickname.
The miner straightened up his head.

You said a bed... you're... you.
Your words completly broke him.
This was far better than your beautiful taste...
He'll help you home.
He has to.

The killer nodded understandingly after a while. Quickly grabbing both his pickaxe and your hand, leading you somewhere.
You had no idea where. He seemed to know the right direction.
You recognized some of the tunnels... he was leading you outside!

As soon as the two of you walked out into the moonlight-filled sky, you both stopped.
You were happy to finnaly smell the fresh air again.

You noticed the lack of grip on your hand.
The killer was busy looking at a recently deceased body.
Now's your chance.
You breathed in.
You quickly yanked your hand out of his grip, running off with speed, towards your little town.

It took Harry a second to relize you were gone, and he started following with a pep in his step.
He loved when you played hard to get...

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