scream.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟰 ☆

🦇𓂅 ▸"saeko girl just get in the car—"

"hello y/n." 

"wha- who is this?" you asked still half asleep. that was your mistake. talking on the phone with an unknown number, you knew better, so why did you keep talking?

"um hi?" you sat up. "who is this?" you asked again.

"you tell me." the voice sounded so distorted that you literally had no idea who it could be. "i don't know that's why i asked."

"scary night isn't it? with all the murders right now.. it's like something right out of a horror movie or something." you thought for a second then laughed and stood up.

"yaku nigga you're giving yourself away, are you calling from work? saeko is on her way over here as we speak you know."

like all the other little friends of tanaka's, yaku had a huge crush on saeko.

you turned on the light and wait for a response. "do you like scary movies y/n?" they ask skipping over your question.

"i like that voice thing you're doing with your voice yaku. it's sexy." you say putting your hand over your mouth to prevent being heard laughing.

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

"oh come on you know i don't watch that shit yaku."

"why not, too scared?" the voice teases.

"no, no" you corrected, "it's just.. what's the point? it's all the same, some stupid killer stalking some big breasted girl who can't act who runs up the stairs  instead of running for the front door, it's insulting."you explain while pacing back and forth.

"are you alone in the house?"

you started messing with random things around the house while indulging in a call with a stranger. "yaku please that's so unoriginal, i'm disappointed in you."

"well maybe that's because.. i'm not yaku."

you freeze then slowly turn around from looking out the window. "s-s" you were trying to speak but words weren't forming. "so who are you then?"

"the question isn't who am i, the question is where am i."

"s-so where are you?" you nervously chuckled trying to get rid of the tension.

"your front porch."

somebody was fucking with you right? there's no way. somebody knows what happened to your mom and thought it'd be funny to pull some sick shit like this right?

"and why would you be at my front porch?" you turned on the lights and walked towards the door.

"that's the original part."

you looked for a second and didn't see anybody. "well i call your bluff." you unlocked the front door and stepped outside looking around once more. "so where are you?"

"right here."

again, nothing. you stepped further out and even walked to both side of your porch. you scoff. "can you see me right now?"

"uhuh."

"ah okay." you put your finger in your nose, "what am i doing? huh? what am i doingggg? helloooo!" you laughed.

no response.

"nice try yaku, tell saeko to hurry up okay? bye now."

"you hang up on me and you die just like your mother!!" he yelled into the phone. you stopped dead in your tracks and froze, smile dropping. "do you wanna die y/n? your mother sure didn't."

"fuck you, you crazy psycho." you hung up and ran in the house frantically locked the door. as you're looking out the window the closet door opens and out comes someone wearing a ghost face costume attacks you.

you screamed and ducked right as he swung the knife at you, then he elbows you and you fall to the ground. you kick him and he falls too. the both of you are on the ground fighting until he gets the advantage and gets on top of you trying to stab you with the knife, but mama ain't raise no bitch so you fought back, holding his hands so he couldn't. just then he grabs a handful of your hair and bangs the back of your head to the ground. hard.

focusing too much on the pain, you grab your head with your mouth agape in shock. he teasingly slides the knife down the side of your cheek and to the bottom of your neck. and past your breast. he then slowly lifts the knife up in the air indicating he was about to stab you.

you widen your eyes and kick him, as he goes flying back you hurry and try to open the front door, but the stupid fucking chain is on it. fuck.

he gets up and just as he's about to stab you, you dodge it, so now his knife is in the front door. taking this chance you run up the stairs (ironic right) and he tries to grab your leg but you kick him off and get to your room putting the closet door against it. you run to the other side of your room and called the police.

the line was busy.

you looked back to see the killer still there then you decided to try to contact them in the computer. you're so focused on the computer that you don't realized the killer was gone. you looked back to see nobody there. you heard a noise come from the window and you gasped and turned around. it was kuroo. "kuroo" you run up to him. "hey the door was locked i heard screaming." he said as you were frantically pulling him inside the window.

"are you alright?" he asked as he took a look at your panicked face now that he was all the way in. "the killers here—he's in the house." you said sobbing holding onto him for dear life. he put his chin in the crook of your neck looking at the door. "he's gone, he's gone." he whispers in a calming tone while rubbing your back.

you slowly looked down as you heard something fall from his pocket then slowly look back up at him. backing up you noticed the phone looked familiar. "y/n what?" he asks confused. you back up more and run out your room. "woah ! woah ! y/n wait!" kuroo runs after you. "wait wait!!" he repeats several times. "y/n come back!! Y/NNNN!!"

you continue running until you reach the front door. when you do, you're met with the mask again, making you scream. "ahhhh fuck!!" the cop screams too in shocked at sudden loudness. it was tanaka, holding the mask looking behind him at the other cops. "i found this. come on !!" he yells to them.

—

they pushed kuroo on the front of the car arresting him while telling him his rights. "i didn't do anything!" he protested. he calls out to you. "ask her she'll tell you. y/n!! y/n!!" you ignored him to the best of your ability trying not to cry.

as your in the back of an ambulance, you finally see saeko pulling up in her car then rushing up to you.

💌 authors note:
i need a gf . bad .