Creepypasta & Slasher Oneshots

3. Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair × GN Reader - First Words Soulmate AU

WARNINGS

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Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Death, Usage of Alcohol, Bit of an OOC Bo

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“Ain't much a talker ain’chu?”

The words were printed in black ink from the day you were born. Many nights you had laid awake tracing the cursive letters, trying the sentence in different emotions, expressions, and accents in your head.

Tina slammed the book she held shut. A clear indication she was about to ramble off again about some dramatic scene between the two lovers in the book. You roll your eyes but smile fondly as Tim gives a long and dramatic sigh from behind the wheel. Tina looks ready to chew him out when the engine sputters.

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"Old piece a shit it is," the old car received a kick to the bumper.

"No kidding," with a flip of her hair your fellow passenger huffs with frustration.

You look around, up and down the highway, "Surely there's a town nearby, let's go."

"Doesn't sound like you at all," your driver squints at you. You only roll your eyes and begin marching down the desolate highway.

"If we can't find someone to help us I'm sure we can find some place to stay. Or even a payphone."

The three of you had been on a trip through the state for no reason in particular. It was long and obnoxious, the sibling banter and getting lost more than once has gotten you on your last nerve. Your travel companions were siblings, just less than a year apart in birth and they practically looked like twins.

The summer heat didn't help your irritation as you would now be walking down the highway in mid-day for god knows how long. Tim’s truck was old and rather shitty, a death trap in Tina’s words.

Though the walk was worth it as the sight of a small town came into view, "Look at that, sure you don't have a sixth sense?"

You snort and shake your head, ready to retort when Tina starts speed walking ahead of you, "Last one there pays!"

You cast a challenging glare to Tim and begin running ahead of Tina. her yelp of shock is drowned by the childish laughter of you and Tim. your sights set on the gas station just down the road.  Though just before you make it Tina comes up before you, and your wallet is rather thankful that Tim was still a bit further behind you.

Tina shouts a quick ‘whoo!” and does a small victory dance. Her carefree attitude makes you laugh. The complete opposite of Tim’s expression, he glances around nervously when he reaches you.

You're about to ask what's wrong when an unfamiliar voice breaks the silence, “can I help you?”

You turn your head to look at the male emerging from the gas station, a cleaning rag draped over his shoulder. You squint, he sure looked friendly and that accent struck you in an odd way. 

Tina took liberty to talk (and flirt) with the man, much to Tim’s distaste. Tim places a protective hand on his sister's shoulder and takes initiative to stand slightly in front of you. Not that he thought of you as weak, but he would be horrified if something happened to his biological and non-biological siblings.