Your parents decided that you should to go to Camp Crystal Lake for 2 weeks, not knowing the dangers that might occur and the people you might come across....
(Slashers x Fem! Reader)
2nd Person POV: You and Michael finish the plate of fruits and veggies, both satisfied in the end. "That was good!" You exclaim with a smile. Michael just nods. You notice that you are receiving only fruits and veggies here. Not that you don't love eating them, it just gets a little bland after some time.
You hop out of your seat, pushing the chair back in. "When do we leave?" You ask. Hannibal turns to you. "Immediately. You should begin packing," he says, picking up a suitcase from the ground. Where did that suitcase come from? You ignore it and nod to Hannibal's instructions, beginning to head to your room.
You close the door once you enter the room, hearing the click from it. You head to your dresser, pulling out this outfit.
Your outfit:
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(Without/With purse, it's up toyou.)
You find a necklace hanging on your dresser. It's a small silver heart pendant with flowers engraved into it.
Gently picking it up, you feel the pendant. You let the necklace hang off your fingers as you try to think why it feels so familiar to you. Was it a friend's necklace who gave it to me?Or was it possibly a necklace from my mother or father? Maybe one of the killers gave it to me? You smile and assume it's the last option.
Wrapping the necklace around your neck, you grin. Even if it is my mother's, it's still beautiful nonetheless...
You pull out all the clothes from the first drawer, neatly placing them in your duffel bag. You are shocked at yourself how you fit all this in your bag.
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Once you finish packing up, you stare at your hard work. Your duffel bag looks as if it's about to pop. You pick it up, almost falling from the weight. This didn't feel as heavy before.. maybe my injuries are weakening me? You frown, looking down at your hands. Your hands are bare and aren't covered with bandages anymore. You were so concerned about everything else that you forgot about your injuries. You feel like your acting careless about everything.
You open up the duffel bag pocket and grab the pack of band-aids Carrie had given you. You open it, taking five out.
You peel the band-aids cover, sticking them over your hands one by one. They should heal pretty quickly now.
"Okay, time to leave," you mumble to yourself, pushing the door open. Through the door, you see the killers all racing around, hands full of equipment and weapons. You hurry through the commotion and out the door swiftly, not wanting to get injured again.
Once you are outside, you sit on the old porch steps, resting your body against the wooden railings beside you. I don't know if I want to go tothe city.. there's nothingfor me there anyways. There's no need to worry about education as well. I can learn here so I don't need school. It's fine here.
