Cut me up (slasher x reader oneshots)

Freddy Krueger x insomniac!reader Pt.2

(Part two of the previous story)

You stood above the plate in slight fear. Empty.
All empty exept for some crumbs and a sticky note that tauntingly said "Thanks :)" in a very scuffed, hard handwriting.
You sat down at the table, staring into the phone screen. You had to put the video on twice speed, nothing was happening for a really long time.

You paused the video as soon as you saw movement.
The video was so low quality, but from the darkness of the basement, you could see a... a hand. A hand as if... crawled from the basement, hovering over the plate for a bit.
You could see the hand had such long and sharp fingernails. Made you cringe in disturbance.
The hand slowly landed on the sandwich, feeling around a little, before speedily yanking it back into the darkness, making the plate spin on place for a while.
Same happened to the beer.

So you've got a sharp-nailed demon thingy in your basement.
Excelent.
You looked at the basement door.

'I swear to god I'm so stupid. I am so stupid.' You said as you stepped down the stairs, a kitchen knife threateningly shaking in your hand.
The stairs always creaked under your weight, certainly making your presence known.
As soon as you entered, you felt eyes on you. It might've been the spiders resting in their cobwebs or maybe a mouse, but you felt eyes.
You cleared your throat, reminding yourself that you have a knife.
No reason to fear.

"Hey" You spoke, not really wanting an answer. You could hear a shift in the darkness.
It's just the house. It's just the house.
"You in here?" You tried sounding as least scared as posible. The truth was very opposite.
"You liked that sandwich huh?" You asked.
You swore you heard a quiet hum from the dark. An amused hum.
That was not the house. Something is standing in the dark.
Right in front of you.
You quickly reached for the lightswitch, turning the lights on.

What you saw for that picosecond would scratch your nightmares. As soon as you hit the light, you saw several limbs quickly scuttering off into a tiny dark corner of the basement.
"Shit!" You pointed the knife it's way, seeing those blue dog eyes shine from the dark once again.
They reflected the light of the bulb.
No human has eyes like that.

"Shut off the damn light..." A very deep, raspy voice broke your knees. It was the thing. It really sounded like a demon.
"Listen dude, get out of my house, and I won't call the police" You sounded surprisingly calm. An animal-like growl came from the corner.
The bulb started to tiredly fade in and out.
"Shut the light off, bitch." The thing spat the words out.
After you refused to comply with his comand, you've gotten a brand new set of words.
"Fine. I'll do it myself." The lightbulb suddenly started shining more and more, overheating itself, and popping, leaving you in complete darkness.
It made you squeal out in shock.
The demon shut off the light.

You had no idea where it was.
You slowly started backing up to the stairs, while listening for any sound.
"Where am I?" The deep voice slithered around the room like a serpent, taunting you.
"Maybe here?" You heard the voice speak to your right.
"Or maybe..." You heard it in front of you now.
You were pretty sure it could see in the dark, and it saw you. Saw your fear, feasted upon it even...

The room went quiet.
Only your breaths.

"HERE!" You were grabbed around your arms, feeling the monsters rough, scale-like flesh that scratched yours.
You freaked out, being only able to shout out in fear. You got a hold of yourself with speed and stabbed blindly behind you.
You must've hit something, because you've heard a loud "ACK!" and you were imidiately let go.
You pulled the knife out, running upstairs and shutting the door behind yourself, locking it imidiately.

You and the creature both colapsed on each side of the door, each for your own reasons.
You were in some post-traumatic shock and the... thing, was wounded.
Your eyes filled with panicked tears.
You weren't feeling bad for the thing, you were simply distressed.
Hell, you've just gotten attacked.

You were resting your back on the door, trying to calm down.
But then the sounds came.
Unimaginable sounds.
At first it was just simple shifts on the basement stairs, but those soon changed to... weird moans of pain.
You'd like to compare it to a wounded animal but this was no animal that existed on earth.
The sounds wouldn't stop, and they were right behind the wooden door.
About four centimeters behind you.
"Stop it!" You banged the door. You were still on nerves, and those groans did not help.

You recieved a loud, long scratch on the door.
"Don't let me die!" The voice was rather demanding. You didn't answer.
"Hey! Hey come on!" Another scratch with a bump this time.
"Come on... don't leave me here... I don't want to die..." The strong metal smell of blood hit your nostrils.
Shit... you might've actualy hurt the thing.
It might be a trap though.

Scratches on the door took you out of thought.
"...please...." The please was so quiet.

You quietly got up, walking over to a drawer. You opened it up, picking up some basic bandages.
You'll just open the door, thow those inside.
And that's it.
Call the cops.

You slowly reached for the key.
It's gonna be quick.
You unlocked the door, opening them only for a crack just so you could fit the roll in.
Too slow.
The door was grabbed. You saw those claws. They looked like metal, shining in the light.
"No!" You screamed, trying to shut the door.
"You fucking bitch!" A second hand soon joined the crack, bloodying up the door as it was struggling to push them open.
This one didn't have such claws. In fact... the hand didn't have any fingernails.
"Leave me alone!" You managed to shut the door, slamming his claws in for a moment.

"Belive me I wish I fuckin' could! I ain't thrilled about you eighter got that!?" He yelled back at you.
"Listen to me..." He started out anew as soon as you locked the door.
"I need help. Not only am I kind of leaking right now, but... I'm not supposed to be here" The voice explained in speed. He was panicking as well. Your stab wound probably really hurt.
"Yeah, I'm aware. Because this is my house." You said, still distressed.

"So, if you could kindly, open the door, we could talk..." He was really forcing those words through his teeth.
You could hear the thing's claws slide on the wood again.
"No" You answered without emotion.
"BITCH! You god damn bitch! Help me! I'm dying here!!" There started to be desperation in the demon's words as it scratched at the door, like a freezing dog.
"You wouldn't let a man fucking die! I know you wouldn't!" The thing yelled out some more as it slammed and scratched on the door.
'I'm going insane' You simply thought as you reached for the doorknob again.

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