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

Woobsboro is right next to WHERE?

^^ charles lee ray aka chucky, baby I've been convinced some of yall were really fighting for him 😭😭😰 (Babygirlify him as yall wish also no its not anyone from fnaf the bunny man is from Donnie Darko 🐀🐀)

Tw// separation duh

It was like you had lit a fire under their asses. They were all scattering like chickens without a head. You sat on the floor with a wine bottle.

"...So you're leaving me once again" Hannibal says sitting next to you.

You look over at him with tired eyes. He sat besides you on the floor. He didn't seem like the type that would dirty his suit but for you he'd walk through the trenches simply to see you, not even touch you.

"Yeah, I'll be honest I don't have the guts to tell Will" you say honestly resting your head against his shoulder eyes closing your eyes.

"Don't do that to him, please" Hannibal said so suddenly you couldn't help but look at him wondering what he meant.

He looked back at you his mouth moving as if trying to figure out what to say and how to say it. He broke eye contact and sighed. He pushed his hair back before looking up at the ceiling. You silently offer him wine and he takes a graceful swig from the bottle.

He grabs a napkin and dabbed at the edges of his mouth before starting to speak "(Y/n) I know this isn't your fault and in no way am I blaming you, but...not having closure...or any hope of seeing a person you deeply care about..."

You look at the floor. Even if it wasn't your fault you still felt responsible. You downed the next swig roughly wiping any liquid near your lips.

"What he's trying to say is it fucking sucked and you shouldn't do it to another person" Soemone adds.

You look up to see Tate looking down at the both of you on the floor. He leaned against the counter. He looked so much older in the moment. He had dark eyebags that stood out against his pale skin.

"And lets all be honest here every single one of us in this room spent years trying to find you" Tate says.

The room got awkward at the statement. It was true but it's not like the lot of them wanted to admit to it. It was an embarrassing thing to admit. Expect for Brahms and Lenz who had no concept of such things as embarrassment.

"It took a surprisingly long time, you sure you haven't gone off the grid before?" Lenz asks curiously.

Your face blanches slightly.

'Micheal lets get out of here'

'(Y/n), it's okay, you're with me, you're safe with them when I'm here'

'Why are you even hanging out with them Mikey?'

'They are the only freinds I got in this shit hole'

'Your only friends...nice to know Mikey'

'No wait (Y/n) I didnt mea-'

"No...just got help from my parents" you say easily.

Hannibal, and Tate knew you were lying. It was easy to pick up on the clench of your jaw no matter how slight. Or the way you kissed your teeth softly before each time you lied. There was a certain tightness in your movements but to an untrained eye they'd never notice.

You were hiding something. They knew that. They didn't know what. They made eye contact and there was a certain understanding between them.
Hannibal thought he must have missed something on the files about you while Tate knew it must of had to do with the life you had before this.