[Discontinued] A Killers Cousin | Slashers x Reader

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Was it... was it normal for someone's heart to stop like this? Was it normal to feel like your soul has lifted straight out of your body? Tonight you'd felt terror, you'd felt rage, you'd felt hopelessness and icy dread but this- this was an entirely new emotion that you had never even dreamed existed. This was disorientation at it's highest point. Before your eyes swam all different colors laced into a deepening black like the holographic sheen of an oil spill. Your heartbeat was thudding so loud in your ears that you didn't even hear the stunned response that Stu barked out in response to the Ghostface's words. You, frankly, would have been just fine with fading off the face of the Earth right then and there, letting your consciousness slip away to relieve you of this weird new confusion. Just as you were about to sink into sleep or death or something of the sort a hand was on your shoulder and shaking you madly. You were forced out of your stupor and then you were met with the ghoulish gaze of Ghostface all over again, uttering out a cry and trying to scramble away though your arms gave out underneath you and you thudded against the tree trunk once more. 

"(Y/N), it's okay it's okay," The buzzing voice was anything but comforting and once more you fought for freedom, impossibly managing to make it to your feet and stumble a couple of steps before your knees caved in as well. This time, however, as you fell towards the leaf-blanketed floor of the forest hands shot out to catch you and then you were in Stu's iron grasp, locked in place despite raring forwards to try and break loose.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Your brain felt slow and sluggish, reluctant to grasp onto the facts presented before you, trying to think of a rational solution to all of this shit. No way could this be him, this wasn't your cousin, Billy Loomis would never ever hurt a soul, would he? Now, thinking back on it, you could almost convince yourself that maybe you had seen something dangerous in his eyes whenever he'd look towards your mother and father. The glint in his dark gaze was nothing you recognized at the age of 11 but now you could almost see that it was murderous intent. "Get the fuck off of me!" 

"Gee, Billy, quite the cousin you've got," You could hear the eye-roll in Stu's voice as 'Billy' spun to face you and lifted one leather-clad hand to pull back his hood, revealing brown hair that definitely could have been his. 

"Shut up, Stu, you're scaring her," You wanted to shout out that, no, Stu wasn't really the scariest part, he was the scariest part, the shocking familiarity in the way he spoke and the way he stood and just the damn way he moved. The hand that had pulled back the hood now went to grab at the Father Death mask. As if in slow motion, the thing was gone and then, yes, unmistakably, that was Billy Loomis. That was your cousin, in the flesh, having fought off another boy who seemed to have been dead-set on killing you, another boy who was stronger than anyone you'd ever met. Billy Loomis, the one you'd always seen as some sort of protector, more of an older brother than a cousin, most likely wielding a knife and terrorizing the town. "What are you doing out here? It's- It's the middle of the night, (Y/N), and there's these guys everywhere who would have hurt you if they found you-"

"You think I don't know that?! You think I just- wanted to take a stroll at midnight? Why do you think those guys are here, Billy? I..." Your eyes had begun to burn. Why had your eyes begun to burn? You couldn't cry, you wouldn't cry, and you bite your tongue to stop it, "I was trying to find you! I didn't think I would, I thought I'd just die and-" With one final tug Stu let go of your arms and then you were barreling forwards your cousin and hugging him tightly, as if he would slip away. He didn't hesitate to return the action, holding you close as you tried desperately to even out your breathing. No tears, please. 

"What happened? Why..." Billy didn't want to finish. He was afraid that he already knew what was going on. He was smart, too smart for his own good and he always had been.