THRILL OF THE HUNT - Slashers x Reader

Chapter 1 - Just Another Monday

A/N: I don't own any of the main characters in this story, and this is my own depictions of the characters. Queer shit is in here, Billy and Stu are in a relationship and the reader will be in a poly relationship down the line, so don't be weird about it. This fic will contain blood, gore, death, swearing, and the stereotypical things you would see in a slasher movie. The romantic relationship between (y/n) and the lover interests wouldn't be abusive or yandere, but it wouldn't be prefect either. Drugs and alcohol will be mention, and while there won't be straight up NSFW content, it will be mentioned and there will be content warnings when shit does gets hot 'n heavy. If any kind of this content bothers you, please don't read this fic.

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Sleepless nights have become the norm for you. Your thoughts bounced around in your head about all the scenarios that could happen that never let you sleep, and if you did, then it wasn't for long. Still, you rolled out of bed as your alarm went off.

You began to regret taking so many morning classes, which may be another reason you had so little sleep. When the sun finally rose, it felt like you could sleep in peace, knowing no threats could lurk down the hallway and easily escape into the night after they're finished with you.

Pulling open your drawer, being greeted with a knife neatly placed on top of your shirts. Now, as much as having a weapon was against college campus rules– probably illegal, that didn't matter to you with everything going on. It's better to be in trouble for possession of a weapon than to wind up dead. Though someone would say the amount of knives you keep in your room is overkill, you think it's just staying safe and prepared.

While you put on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans, you stared at the bulletin board in front of you that was covered in the cold reminder of why you didn't get sleep or had so many knives. All of the newspaper clippings had the same subject involved: murder. Some were committed on campus while others were committed in one of the towns nearby the college campus. Some talked about how the person was stabbed while others were about how their guts were pulled out. The whole point on why your roommate doesn't even stay in her dorm room anymore, instead sleeping at her parents' house.

After you grabbed your walkman and backpack, left your doom room to the campus cafeteria that was at least a five minutes walk away. On the way you stopped at the newspaper vending machine, popping two quarters in for a newspaper, hoping there was going to be some sort of update on the investigation. That's all the campus journalists have been writing about since this all began. What was it now? A month or two ago? Crazy how often these murders have been appearing in the news in such a short amount of time. Sometimes these rookie journalists got police enforcement statements about the danger people are in on the campus or if they had any suspects.

Walking into the cafeteria a minute after it opened, you enjoyed how empty it was so early in the morning, especially on a Monday since most people were still dead asleep. Not you; you were too paranoid for that shit.

The thought of being an easy target made your skin crawl, but sadly that came with a cost to prevent it, so you poured yourself a cup of coffee at the coffeemaker to make that problem go away. After all, this was the only thing keeping you alive since death wasn't on your bucket list, and obviously, like any normal functioning person with a healthy social life, you sat in a secluded area in an area that a lot of people didn't sit at.

The cafeteria was truly laid out weirdly with the level changes it had. Strolling up the stairs to the spot you claimed, it was tall enough that people didn't realize you were looking down at them, yet low enough that you could listen to their conversations. Sure, it was rude and perhaps even unethical to listen to others' conversations, but for the field you wanted to enter, you would be expected to do anything to get the answers as long as it wasn't illegal. Plus, it was how you learned about a few things that didn't appear in the paper, like how police have no suspects, yet they believe it's more than one person committing these acts.