Bloody tears of a final girl (Slashers x F!reader)

My my, I think we have a spy

(Happy new years yall 🐀)

Staring at you dead eyed was Tate. He had grown in height from when you'd last seen him. He had his hair was a tad bit longer and curlier as well as they curled messily around his head but he had dyed his hair brown. He had fuzzy light yellow cardigan. He also had grey top and faded blue jeans that were baggy with rips on the knees.

Next to him was Billy and Stu. Now they were fucking freinds? What the hell is happening. Whatever it was it wasn't good. Tate knew about you not being from this universe. He knew knew about everything and everyone. He was dangerous. He was so so so dangrous to you.

"...." You blinked turned around and booked it.

You don't know why you did. Maybe you panicked but this was all too much. You ran as fast as you could with the three of them chasing you through the hostiptal.

"(Y/N)" they yelled for you.

You screamed and someone grabbed you by your waist and pressed their hand into your mouth. You panicked and screamed frantically. After all, the one that had actually been identified for the school shooting was Tate. You had good reason. Billy and Stu also that you knew because you had told them you kept up with the news.

You elbow the person in the gut making them yell. You got dropped to the ground and you kicked their knee and then scrambeld to keep running. You looked back to see Billy had helped Stu, the one you kicked, and Tate was still very much on your ass.

You run for blocks and turned a corner near a bar. Parked near the side walk was a familiar impala. Tom was leaning against his impala drinking beer with no care in the world.

"TOM" you yelled making him turn.

You ran into his arms and grabbed the half drank beer smashing it against the floor.

"(Y/n) what are you doing!" He yelled clearly worried.

You turned the broken glass bottle in your hands as you hold it out against all of them.

"What the fuck is Tate doing here" you told them pushing your back into Toms chest.

"(Y/n) we can explain" Billy says holding up his hands.

"He shot up the fucking school" you hissed, he was a wild card.

"(Y/n)" Tate says looking at you.

You looked back at him with a glare "Tell me fucking everything"

You stared at each other both knowing what that meant. There was an underlying message that only Tate undertsood. Tate was the definition of a spy. He was a god dam good one too. He kept files on everyone and everything.

"Lets talk alone...please" he whispers the final part looking down at the ground.

You sighed and nodded "Fine but you do anything I won't hesitate to stab you with this bottle"

You look at Billy and Stu and Stu looked away like a kicked puppy. Billy met your gaze but he was hesitant. He pulled his lips into a thin line as if he was trying to hold back from saying something. They both knew what you thought of them. It didn't take a genius to figure out that this had confirmed they were the Ghostface killers.

You looked at Tom "If I'm not back with in about 20 minutes call the police" you tell him.

He grabs your wrist "If you have to tell me that do you think that it's a good idea?"

"Yes Tom...I don't...think he'll shoot me but I'm not sure" you whispered softly.

You look at Tate and you beckoned him somewhere more quiet. You brandish the bottle in your hand as a quiet warning. His black eyes follow the bottle before flicking back up to your own.