Your day was fantastic, and spending time with Brahms and Michael wasn't half bad either. But everything changed in an instant. You just wanted to take a relaxing walk around town while walking down the creepy road with Michael on your right and Brahms on your left. That has to be the worst choice you've ever made.
A man crawling on the ground could be seen in the distance. You weren't sure what had happened to him because the road you were walking down was a dark alley.
You took a few small steps forward, as did Brahms and Michael, your eyes widening from the sight - you wanted to vomit but couldn't because what you were seeing had frozen you. You shook your head, terrified, your mouth wide open. With your free hand, you covered your mouth.
This has to be the most terrifying view you've ever had. He has no arms or legs, and he's bloody as he cries for help from time to time. "If you want to live, watch where you're going!" His words ran through my mind. What's going on here, and why is it so... chaotic?!
The voices in your head tell you to run back home, but your legs wouldn't move even if you tried. You just can't help but fall to the ground. You tried moving your gaze to the corner, only to see another dead body, as do Michael and Brahms, with no organs, eyes, or anything else. Their body was lifeless on the ground.
You tightly closed your eyes after that, allowing no tears to fall down your cheeks. "Wait, what the fuck is this?" You questioned, shaking violently - As your senses returned, you grabbed both of their hands and intertwined them with yours without hesitation.
This caused both of their heads to turn to look at you, with their heads tilted to the side. "Take a picture, it'll last longer!" You smirked, your outburst caused Brahms to apologize by looking down at the ground.
Who could have done this to these helpless people? - Haven't you heard... About that legend that lies beneath the Earth's crust...? No way, you've been standing in the dark the whole time.
Another body is thrown to the ground, and another woman tries to flee the killer, but she is unable to do so because a specific machete went through her body, specifically into her heart.
Blood came out of her mouth, stabbing her repeatedly, you lost count as you took a small step backwards, so does Brahms, while Michael stood there not afraid, standing like a statue - which caused a small sound, you turn back to see the killer's head turn towards you, the machete in his hand ready to kill you at any moment.
While you were pinned to the ground, your eyes darted around to see if Brahms and Michael were okay; to your relief, they were. Michael is seen swinging his knife at the assailant, who is dressed in a hockey mask and a dark green work shirt with two buttoned flap pockets.
Michael's impact was quickly avoided by the killer. "I-... guess go get it, girl!" You sighed as you grabbed Michael's arm, looking at him with a warning sign to stop. You looked over to Brahms, who seemed to be only watching the fight, not wanting to help at all.
"Who dared to stake their claim on this path?" You wondered, looking around for a sign that read, 'Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake.' "Well, aren't you going to say anything—" You paused before looking at the killer, who, like Michael and Brahms, only tilted his head to the side. "I- it's... beautiful." You stuttered, half-covering your face.
"Y-yo...ou... thi...ink... it..t's, bea..uti..iful...?" The killer is thinking whether your compliment was true or not, tightening his hold on his machete. He knew no one find them beautiful, after all these years someone had the audacity to give it a compliment.
"Of course I do, are you accusing me of lying?"You asked, hands on hips, his grip on his machete loosened, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. "No..bo..dy..c..om..e..s.." The killer said, his face enraged beneath his mask.
"I see, what's your name, cutie?" You asked with a smile, trying to befriend the giant who was almost as big as Michael. "J..ja..so..n..V..oo..rhee..s.." The said man looked into your eyes, now that you were up-close staring at each other, you looked indeed attractive. Who would like someone like him?
"F/N L/N, it's a pleasure to meet you." You said as you extended your hand for him to shake. "That was an impressive entrance. Their names are Michael and Brahms." You added, trying to lighten the mood. "They're quite immature in their adult age, it's honestly absurd..."
"Hey! I'm not a child, I'm mature!" You hear Brahms say, already knowing he's pouting behind his mask, while Michael shook his head vehemently, not liking the attention you were giving them.
He shook your hand and slowly nodded his head, not understanding a single word you said. You smiled at him, and he returned the smile under his mask. He's become interested in you. You were a wonderful person who deserved only love and respect.
All legends holds a secret, doesn't it?
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Fanfiction- SLASHERS X !READER - ❝ We are truly meant to be, darling. ❞ As they smoothly dance, he says while grabbing her waist. Under the moonlight, their faces shone brightly; they weren't sure if they were soulmates, but a bond was forced between the two...
