Cut me up (slasher x reader oneshots)

Freddy Krueger x Insomniac!reader - Locked with you

(Suggested by aroselilyforsev)
(3 part story)
(The reader bought the house after Nancy, while also having a bad case of insomnia)

Living in the normal world was a torture. Litteral torture.
At least for a former dream demon.
Imagine getting sucked out of your own world, where you're immortal and able to do anything you please, into a world full of heavy air, hunger and harm.
That was Fredrick Krueger's current status of "life".
He got pulled out of the dream realm by Nancy long ago. She beat him to the ground with those stupid traps of hers, and escaped him.
Fred managed to hide in the house and struggled to live from there.
But...
Lately there is hope.
Someone bought the house.
A new toy...
A new Nancy...

You tiredly rubbed your eye, searching around, through the numerous boxes.
You just bought yourself a house, and were quite eager to move in.
The house needed so much work. A carpet, wallpaint... furniture even.
A lot of work.
But it already somewhat felt like home. Or maybe that's what you've been saying to yourself the entire time.
Noone wanted it and it was up for a ridiculous price.
As soon as you entered the house for the first time, you relized why.

It must've belonged to some former alcoholic or a rioting group of teens because the smell was just. Eugh.
The house smelt like an insane amount of blood, vodka and... gunpowder even. Like smoke or something of the sort.
You could find empty bottles of beer and vodka, stashed behind almost every corner.

Another thing that was weird about the house were the bars on the windows. Who would just ruin a nice house like that?

As you stood in the doorway thinking, you relized you should get a move on. Maybe, if you'll work hard enough today, you'll get some sleep in the night.
Oh what wouldn't you give for at least a gram of it. Being an insomniac was so hard. You wouldn't wish it upon your worst enemy.
You've tried everything, from pills over asmr to meditation. Nothing seemed to work.
'Hm. Maybe I should summon a demon and tell him to put me to sleep' You jokingly thought as you walked upstairs into your bedroom.
You put the box down and opened it up only to relize it was supposed to go in the living room.
Ugh... your brain is seriously getting fried. You need a break.

You got up and trotted down the stairs.
The kitchen was already pretty active. The fridge was working, which was the most important part.
You opened it up, to grab a beer, only to find out that... two from the four pack were missing already. You're no alcoholic, and mostly have only a beer a day.
You got a little nervous. It was possible that someone was in the house with you.
20% of houses in America tend to have uninvited guests living in the same home as a family.
Exept you were alone.
Vulnerable.
You swallowed, picking up one beer from the fridge and closing it.
Only to find yet another shocker on the door of the fridge.
You had written a shopping list for yourself.
Bread, eggs, milk and basic stuff as such was written down.
But in a completly different, rough handwriting, there was more beer.
It was even underlined.
You defenetly didn't write that.

You leaned on the counter, open beer in hand and the shopping list in other. You were starring at the letters, trying to get some sorta answer. Nothing.
You ended up taping the list back and returning to your chores after a short break.
If something more would happen you'd call the police.
No biggie. Right?

A few hours later
Suffering. Pure suffering.
You were laying in bed, your brain doing dark from the lack of sleep.
You were constantly switching sides on the bed, trying to find some sort of posicion for sleep.
Well... I say bed but it's more of a matress on the floor.
You shut your eyes tightly, massaging your forehead. You hummed in displeasure.
A noise.
Your hum was quickly stopped.
You could swear you heard a noise downstairs. The fridge opening to be specific. You nervously gulped. Two sides were fighting within you now. Go downstairs and see what's up.
Or lay in bed and pretend.
You soon relized that you were frozen in fear and that your fridge has still not been closed.
You sighed and quickly threw the sheets off. You were going to check. Maybe your ears are deciving you.

You quietly steped down the stairs, struggling to see through the darkness.
Truly. Light was coming from the downstairs kitchen. You swallowed nervously. You took a few more steps down. Someone was actualy standing in front of the fridge, ramaging around on the inside.
The figure was dark and it was really hard to point anything out about them.
Maybe it was a male...
You stepped down a bit, trying to see better.
Grave mistake.
The wood under your foot groaned loudly, having the thief turn around at an instant.
Their deadly blue eyes litteraly shined through the darkness, looking directly your way. It looked like a shine from a dog's eye.
Both yours and his flight or fight instances were activated.

The thief chose flight.

He quickly grabbed onto the beer can he wanted to steal and started running towards the basement, which was right under the stairs.
"Hey! Get back here!" You yelled at him, your voice tiredly cracking from the sudden speech.
You speedily ran the stairs down and ran towards the basement doors.
The only place you haven't visited yet in this house...
The burglar managed to get enough of a head on to close the doors behind himself.
You hit the doorknob, busting the door open.
Pure dread came over you.
The basement was so dark and cold, the light from the fridge went only to first three steps and was then consumed by the dark.
You stared into the darkness for a long time. Trying to figure out if anything is moving around in there.
The freeze, both from the fridge and the basement, was hugging your ankles and going up your thighs teasingly as you shivered at it's touch.
You focused into the dark, hoping to see the frozen blue eyes.

"Scared?"

A thick raspy voice came from the basement, making you twitch and take a slow step back. It came from the basement. The burglar spoke.
"No" You lied without emotion. You were very close to actualy shitting yourself.
A sudden loud sound sent you running back upstairs, not even minding the open fridge.
The man in the basement purposely steped on an empty beer can, making it crack under his boot.
His fast, raspy laugh followed you through the hall, right into your room, where you promply locked yourself.
You grabbed your phone and imidiately called up the good 'ole 911.
You told them where your emergency is, what's going on and they said police should arrive soon.

You cowered in the corner of your room, behind a closet the entire time.

They arrived pretty quickly and barged in even quicker.
When they found your room, they started asking questions.
Where, who, how and why.
You pointed them to the dark basement.
They spent almost the entire night searching the house through and through, the basement was looked over twice, but noone was found. Only empty beer cans on the floor. One even being stomped at.

You were sitting at your dirty kitchen table, wrapped in a blanket, and answering some questions to one officer.

"Yeah so... let's run this down again. You said you saw someone standing at that fridge, looking through it" He looked at you for confirmation, which was given.
"And then he noticed you, and started running down there" He pointed to the basement with his pen.
"Yes" You tiredly said.
"And you ran after him, but didn't go down. That's when you called."
"Yes" You agreed.
"And you also told me, you're an insomniac. Have you ever had hallucinations from your lack of sleep?" He asked.
You sighed covering your face. You knew this was gonna cross his mind.
"Listen. You saw the shopping list, you saw the beer cans. I saw the man. I'm not insane." You said, slightly annoyed.
"We haven't found anyone else in the house, gonna have to call it off" Another officer came by your table, getting dismissed by the one hearing you out.
"Miss (Y/l/n), as said before, we didn't find anyone. I advise you to keep your wits about you and call us whenever you see anyone again. We'll write you down and come by as quick as possible" The officer said, getting up from your table.
"Now go and try to get some sleep"
The police left one by one.

"NoW gO aND trY To gEt SOme- kiss my ass..." You mocked the police after they all left.
If it were only that easy.

You sighed and got up from the table, walking towards your counter.
All this bullshittery has gotten you hungry.
You made yourself a simple sandwich. But mere seconds before you were about to bite into it, you stopped yourself.
You speedily took out a plate and slammed the sandwich onto it. You grabbed the last beer from the fridge and opened it up.
You set both of the items down, in front of the basement door.

Fine.
If he wants to play hide and seek, we'll play.
You set your phone on the counter, with it's camera turned on.
You were gonna record this fuckin' creep.

When you were done setting your trap up, you went back upstairs, into your room.
You laid down on the matress, obviously staying awake.
You were gonna catch him.
You were.

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