LOVESTRUCK // Slashers x Fem Reader

Chapter 3 - I've Got Dreams to Remember

You were scanning over the scenery around you. It was as if your eyes themselves had turned red with heat. Sweat dripped down your skin, feeling gross and sticky. You were totally clueless as to where you were, or why.

Not two minutes ago, you had been so comfortable in your bed. Now, you were standing in a boiler room that looked similar to the basement area of the factories where your company made toys.

You didn't know where to go, but you felt like staying where you were might not be the best idea. Despite that, you refused to move, remembering what you had learned from Diamond about maze solving. Never move unless you have to.

Around you, you heard water boiling and bubbling, steam whistling, and an extra noise that didn't fit with the others. A dark and deep laugh echoed through the hallways of the boiler room.

Suddenly nervous, you glanced around you in fear. Trying to keep your cool, you studied the area around you to find anything you could use for protection, or that could explain where that horrible laugh came from.

You took immediate notice of the fact that walking over the metal catwalk before you would be less than intelligent due to your extraordinary lack of shoes. Then, you noted that one of the bars on the side of the railing was dangerously close to coming loose.

A horrible new noise interrupted your contemplation. Scratching. A terrible, nails-on-chalkboard, sort of noise that sent shivers up your spine. You clapped your hands over your ears and tried to ignore the grating sound while you continued scanning the room.

You felt your spine tingle suddenly, and sprung forward without thinking. You spun around, jumping your feet around on the hot metal catwalk, and stared in awe at the sight before you. What overtook you next wasn't fear, but hilarity.

Never in your life had you seen something so ridiculous. Before you stood a man whose skin looked like it had layers of freshly cooked bacon stuck to him all over. His outfit was truly something to behold. Definitely one of the greatest atrocities of the universe.

He was wearing a red and green knit sweater, that was damaged beyond compare, and a black pair of slacks with dark brown boots. Atop his head was a black fedora that completed the atrociously ugly outfit.

Your eyes drew you to a glove worn on his right hand. Sharp knives stuck out from the fingers of the leather glove. Somehow, instead of frightening you, the absurdity made you want to burst out laughing even more.

Trying your hardest to stifle a laugh, you spoke, "U-Uhm, hello there, sir? Can I help you?" a slight giggle escaped your lips on accident, and the man's face twisted in surprise.

"I- I'm so sorry, sir. But uhm, you're outfit- It uhm, caught me off guard." You continued to try and force your laughter down your throat, and yet your attempts were futile. You fell to the floor laughing, and once you made impact, froze in surprise.

The floor was no longer scorching hot. It was now a cool comfortable temperature. It didn't burn to stand on, instead it felt comfortable. You stood, still chuckling mildly, and lifted your head to see the man's face.

It seemed all of the boiler room's heat had compiled into his face. He stood, seeming angry and embarrassed at the bout of laughter she had experienced.

"I'm so sorry, but... shit, man, that outfit is just... atrocious. That's insane, man!" She continued laughing, and a grin spread across her face, wide and happy.

The man scraped the blades on his glove along the metal bars of the catwalk, and spoke finally, "SHUT UP BITCH. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LAUGHING AT?"

He seemed a bit more than upset at you. He stormed towards you, and in a moment of clarity, you spun around and started to run. As he stomped after you, he shouted something about you being a rude little bitch, but the wind in your ears kept you from hearing exactly what it was.