Camp Night • Rodrick x Reader

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Y/n's Pov

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Nick scoffed at me. "That's not real, Y/n," he said dismissively. Ziggy shot him a look. "But it really could be," she countered. I sighed heavily, feeling disillusioned. "I just thought you all were different," I confessed, my disappointment evident. Ziggy looked hurt by my words. "Okay, not you, Z. I was talking more about Rodrick and Nick."

Suddenly, we heard the bell signaling the departure of the bus. "They're getting on the bus! We have to go, that's Ben! We have to go right now," Nick urged urgently. But I shook my head, adamant. "Cindy is still out there. She's all alone while her boyfriend is up here slaughtering! I'm not leaving her."

Rodrick grunted in frustration. "A lot of people are going to die tonight," he muttered grimly. Nick looked at Ziggy, determination in his eyes. "I'm not going to let you die. I like the other weirdo here. Okay, we could start a book club after we get out of this. I dunno, Stephen King's new one is supposed to be good," he tried to lighten the tense atmosphere.

Ziggy managed a smile. "I'm done with King.
Judy Blume for me from now on," she replied, finding a moment of levity amidst the chaos. Nick smiled back at her. "Yeah, Judy Blume sounds perfect," he agreed, trying to keep spirits up. I turned to Rodrick, seeking reassurance.

"You believe me, right? About the curse?" | asked urgently. Rodrick took my face in his hands, his eyes serious. "Of course. Now come on, we have to get out of here," he asserted, pulling me up and clutching my hand tightly.
Nick was already halfway to his feet. "We'll call the cops! Cindy will be alright. First, we gotta get on that damn bus!" he declared, his voice urgent. But just as we prepared to leave, we heard thumping against the door. My heart raced with fear, and Ziggy's eyes widened in terror.

Nick held Ziggy's hand tightly, and Rodrick did the same with mine. Then, the glass
chattered Derek's bloody hand reached in through the broken window, unlocking the door as he entered. He was drenched head to toe in blood from everyone he had killed that night.
I felt sick to my stomach, my fear palpable as Derek approached us.

The sound of a snake hissing filled the room, sending a wave of nausea through me. hated snakes, and Derek knew this.
Suddenly, I heard another crash of breaking
glass.

I closed my eyes in terror, but when I opened them, I saw the snake slithering towards me.
Instinctively, I wanted to jump into Rodrick's lap for safety, but he held my hand tight, refusing to let go. The snake wriggled between my legs and towards him. Before I could react, I was lifted and thrown down onto the table, letting out a terrified scream.

"Y/n!" Rodrick yelled in shock and fear. I hit the floor hard, disoriented and scared.

Derek raised the axe, preparing to strike me down. Without hesitation, Rodrick pushed me out of the way, taking the blow to his leg instead. "ARGH!" he cried out in agony, gripping his bleeding leg.

"Run, Y/n! Run!" Rodrick shouted, his voice strained with pain. Nick, Ziggy, and I didn't hesitate. We ran for our lives, fear lending us speed as Derek pursued us relentlessly.