Psycho [ Billy Loomis x F!Reader ]

³ Phone creep

"Bye, Y/N!" Sidney and Tatum call from the bus as Billy and I hop off. Bill was gonna stay at my house tonight again, just incase the killer strikes again.

"Sooo, what horror movie do you wanna watch?" my boyfriend asks while I fiddle with the keys, the door creaking open.

"Nightmare on Elm street!" I reply instantly, a smile on my face.

"Alrighty then. I've watched that film quite a lot of times but you know, I haven't watched it with my girl before." Billy smirks, gripping onto my hand and dragging me over to the couch.

After about half an hour later, Billy gets a phone call. "Probably my dad." he states, and I nod before pausing the movie. A few seconds later, a rather sad expression grows on his face. "Sorry, Y/N but he said that I have to go, there's been a slight change of plans." Billy explains.

"Aww.." I whine, kissing his lips.

"Bye, Y/N! See ya tomorrow, slasher girl." he waves as he gets his shoes on.

"Bye, slasher boy!" I wave.

When my boyfriend leaves, I turn the television off and my head crashes down onto the pillow. A heavy sigh escapes my lips. It's  so boring without him. I just want to be with him all the time. I pout a little. I try to stop my eyes with closing, but I just can't help it.

My eyes slowly close and I drift off into a slumber.

I wake up to my phone ringing. My eyes shoot open and I pick up the phone. I take a quick look at the number.

"Unknown number."

I frown. "Who is this?" I ask the person on the other side, waiting patiently for an answer.

"You tell me." the voice is strange.

"Look, don't call here, dumbass." I hiss, about to hang up, but then the person on the other side says something in a shouty tone.

"Don't you hang up on me, you bitch! Otherwise you'll be gutted like Casey Becker and Steve Orth!"

"O-Oh.." I murmur, a little spooked out by this.

"Scared now, uh?"

I take a gulp. "Not really. You're probably just a kid from school tryna scare people."

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. And I'm not a 'kid from school who wants to scare people'. I just want to ask you a few questions, othetwise you die here right now."

"Fine, what type of questions?" I ask.

"Hmm.. Just some horror trivia, you know. What's your favourite scary movie?"

"Please, just leave me alone will you. I'm fucking tired, I'm not in the mood for this." I growl, my emotions quickly changing.

"Like I said, if you hang up now, then you'll be killed. And why would I want to hurt such a doll like you? What's your favourite scary movie?"

"My favourite scary movie is Nightmare on Elm street." I say.

"Good girl, now I probably won't have to hurt you. But if you get any of these questions wrong, I'm afraid that you're out."

There's a small pause.

"So, who is the killer in Nightmare on Elm street?  He had claws for fi-"

"Freddy Krueger! Easy. I've watched that movie loads of times!"

"Good girl, good girl."

I cringe as he calls me 'good girl' two more times. "You can just say, 'correct' instead of 'good girl'." I murmur.

"Hmm, I'd rather not. Last question, who wears a white mask and stalks the babysitters?"

"Michael Myers, easy. I win, right?"

"Uh-uh-uh, not just yet. Go upstairs to your room."

My eyes widen slightly. And I rise up from the sofa, my hands trembling a little. As I gradually make my way to the stairs, I can't help but shiver. I gasp and drop my phone as I see a figure dressed in a black cloak and a white mask standing at the top of my staircase. "Fuck!" I shout, leaving my phone on the floor as I rush to the kitchen, grabbing the closest knife I could find.

I can hear the footsteps getting closer every second. "Shit, shit, shit." I curse quietly, ducking under my table, although knowing it's a stupid place to hide.

Before I know it, hot tears are streaming down my face. My hand quickly covers my mouth to stop my pathetic whimpering. "Y/N, I can see you." A voice calls.

"Leave me alone!" I scream.

I hear a chuckle, and footsteps approaching me. The killler grabs my leg and drags me from under the table. "H-Help!" I shout, knowing that noone can hear my shouts. The killer rises the knife in the air, right above my chest. I gasp. "N-No.. I'm not ready to die, I'm not ready to die." I whimper, unable to fight back.

Suddenly, I hear the door open. Could this be my boyfriend? "Y/N?" 

It was Billy.

The killer covers my mouth. I begin to cry once more. "Get the fuck off her!" Billy demands. He grabs the killer by the arm and swings him off me. My knife drops to the floor before I launch myself into Billy's warm body, whimpering like a child. "Shhhh.. It's okay, they're gone." he whispers in my ear.

"I scared them away. They ran off."

"I was.. so scared.. I thought I was going to fucking die. But thanks to you, I'm alive." I murmur, my fingers sliding into his while I continue to cry.