Attic Boy (Billy Lenz X Male! Plus Sized! Reader)

🌲Chapter 1🌲

Hey my fellow slasher fans, Mars hereeee!! I've finally got this chapter out and I'm so excited. I hope you guys will like it, I tried really hard. By the way this means the reader's thoughts. Warning, there is some vulgar mentions and words. Anyways enjoy!

Recap of last time:

My mouth was taped shut and the danger of the situation sank in further as I started to tear up. Who put me in my attic, tied me up, and left me here?! Hearing a creaking noise come out from behind me, I knew my question was about to be answered.

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Reader's Pov

Before we get any further, I'd like to explain how I got into this mess in the first place. It all began when I moved into this rather large house on 6 Crescent Clarendon. It had many rooms in it, indicating that it was originally meant to be used as some kind of dormitory. Yet, I planned to just use most of the rooms as extra storage for my hobbies. I enjoyed f/h very much so the storage space was very much needed. It was also close to my job as well so that was a plus! Before I get too carried away, let's get back to the day I first moved in!

~|[Flashback]|~

As the moving truck stopped, my eyes went wide at the sight of my new house. I still couldn't believe why the previous owner wanted to sell it for so cheap! It was a gorgeous place, yet of course, it could use some renovations here and there. I didn't mind that though, it gave me an opportunity to add my own touch to the house. I was just so happy to have gotten such a sweet deal. Yet I also felt a bit uneasy about the whole thing. Why did they sell me it for so cheap?

Brushing any negative thoughts aside for the time being, I got out to help the movers with getting everything set up. Only after moving a few boxes, I was sweating terribly and wiping at my face. A sly snicker caught my attention as I listened in on a conversation between two of the movers. "Jeez, that fatty really hasn't done any work in his life. He's sweating like a pig after just a couple o' boxes." The other snorted quietly and mocked me behind my back as if I couldn't hear. I just shook my head and continued on with what I was doing.

By the time that everything was all set up and down, I was drenched in sweat. I wanted nothing more than to collapse but didn't. I couldn't do that when they hadn't left yet. But, once everybody else was gone, I flopped down on the couch before me. It cushioned my body as I sunk into it's soft surface slowly. This helped me clear my mind as I turned onto my back with a groan. This would have to do for now until I got my bed set up.

Yet, before I could get any rest, the old house phone began to ring loudly. It took every ounce of will power in me not to succumb to the fatigue I felt coursing through me. So, groaning painfully, I slowly made myself sit up before boosting myself up and off my comfortable place on the couch. As I made my way to the phone and picked it up, I spoke aloud, "Hello, this is Y/N speaking. How may I help you?"

Loud, gutteral and ragged breaths and noises were what I heard. An awful squelching noise sounded out and before I could say anything, a masculine voice could be heard yelling obscenities. I had to move the phone a bit away from my ear, the sounds harsh on my eardrums. "What in the fuck? Is this some kind of sick joke? Who the hell is this?!" I yelled, awaiting an answer. "Pretty piggy, wanna lick your pretty piggy cunt. Let me liiickk it. Li-"

This was irritating and disgusting, I couldn't stand this person's nasty remarks. Even more so because he was calling me a pig! A girl too. That struck a nerve as I spoke roughly, "Now you listen to me you sicko, I'm not a chick. I'm a dude and also!!-" I was stopped by the few words of, "Oh? Pretty piggy's got a dick like Billy? Oh pretty piggy.~" The tone of voice this person spoke sound almost affectionate. My heart rate skyrocketed and my face flushed at hearing them say, "Billy wants to suck pretty piggy's dick. Please let Billy suck it!"

I covered my mouth as I heard moans coming from this mystery person who I assumed was named Billy. ' This person's a fucking sick perverted bastard. Moaning into the phone. Asking to suck my-' "I'm coming for you..." Those were the words I heard before the call ended and my heart dropped. Who was this sicko? Why would he say things like that to me? More importantly, what did he mean by the last part?

To be continued...

This marks the end of chapter one, I'm sorry to leave it on such a cliff hanger but I wanted post something. I'm not the best when it comes to keeping consistent haha. Anyways, keep an eye out for chapter two! Byeeeeeee.✨