[𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃] Welcome to my personal favorite fandom book, "Horror Movie Slashers" in which we indulge in One-Shots and Headcanons written about our favorite men and women of horror!
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Author's Note: Here we go! Everyone's favorite redneck blondie. See end of chapter for a small update.
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How you met: You walked into the tiny gas station. It was late at night and you were extremely lost.
"Welcome to Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Madmen. How may I help you, darlin'?" a man asked, emerging from a back room.
He wore clown facepaint and an old white t shirt. He leaned on the counter and stared at you.
"I was wondering if you knew how to get to get to Ruggsville? I think I accidentally got turned around a few times and now I'm lost," I said.
"Well you're about 80 miles from Ruggsville. That's a long drive to be making in the middle of the night," he said.
"Yes, well-" I was cut of by a voice coming from behind me.
"Daddy, do you have any chicken cooked?"
I turned around and there stood a woman with a mop of curly blonde hair. She wore a white crop top and low rise jeans that were littered with holes and patches.
"Hey, cutie," she said greeting me.
"Hi," I said.
She turned back to the man in the clown makeup who apparently was her father.
"Why the fuck do you wanna know? You got food at your momma's house," he said.
He sounded rather annoyed.
"Mom's not cooking tonight," she said.
"Go in the back and get what you need," he grunted.
She thanked him and made her way to the door behind the counter. I cleared my throat a little bringing his attention back to me.
"Sorry about that. Ruggsville, you said?" he asked. I nodded and he took out a piece of paper. He drew a rectangle and a few lines leading from it to the word 'Ruggsville'.
"You're here," he said, pointing at the rectangle, "You take this road. Keep going straight until you see this exit. Take it, then go right, then take the second left," he explained.
"Thank you so much. I love your store by the way. All of this stuff is pretty neat," I said, gesturing to all of the oddities that surrounded us.
"Thank you," he said.
The girl from before exited the back room with a bucket of fried chicken in her arm.
"Thank you, dad," she said. He simply rolled his eyes.
I turned to leave the gas station and behind me followed the energetic blonde.
"Is that your car?" she asked, walking behind me.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" My voice trailed off as I looked up at my car. I stopped on my tracks and my mouth dropped.
She stopped beside me.
"That's fucked up," she said.
The tires of my car, all four, had been slashed. The car snuck down in the asphalt as the air had been let out of the tires.
"Shit," I said, "Who the hell would do that?"
I felt hopeless. Not only was I lost but I was also stranded.
"Hey, my brother has a tow truck. We can ride to my house and get him to come get your car. I'm not sure if we have spare tires but he can get some tomorrow when the store opens," the woman said.
"You'd do that for me?" I questioned.
"Yeah, you seem fun. My name is Baby," she said as she held out her hand.
"(Y/N)," I said.
How long you've been together: 3 years
Your wedding dress:
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Author's Note: And that's all for now! I've been working on some requests. My computer crashed so I lost a lot of my drafts that I hadn't put on Wattpad yet and now I to write a lot of stuff over again with my phone. But that's life. See you guys in the next chapter!
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