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

Unkillable roaches

You get up from the bed. You soon realized this was Stu's bedroom. You could tell by the choices of interesting clothing strewn around. The sheets felt nice as hell though and it definitely smelled like him. Which wasn't a bad scent surprisingly. It was definitely axe body spray which made you chuckle a bit.

You look around to see photographs placed randomly around the room most of them containing Stu and his freinds meaning Billy and others. You curiously looked around and see a small photo hidden under his bed. You grabbed it flipping it around your eyebrows raising.

It was a photo of Stu kissing Billys cheek and Billy was rolling his eyes pushing him away. Cute. You placed the photo back flipping it back over. You sighed closing your eyes.

You make your way to the door turning the door knob. You slowly leave the room limping slightly as you apply pressure to your side as you walked. The uncomfortable binding dug into your skin and you felt the wounds blood sticking to it. You sighed walking around.

A door was open and your first instinct was to ignore it. What made you stop was the fact you were trying to get yourself killed. It's like all your dumb decisions and curiosity would be excused for now. So you trudged forward pressing the wood door open even more as it creaks against the hinges.

Infront of you was Randy. He was heavily bandaged and his breath was shallow. Holy shit. You hadn't realized until now. Danny had said he killed the man you kissed. Randy.

You stumbled over to him and you covered your mouth. This was your fault. He got hurt because you dragged him into this mess. You shakily grabbed his face cupping his cheeks.

His eyes flutter open and he grabs your hand weakly "Am I dead? Heavan maybe?"

You laughed slightly pressing your forehead against his "No you're not fucking dead Randy"

"Oh good, I still haven't found that last CD on my vinyl collection" he says with a grin on his face.

"You almost get killed and that is your first thought?" You shake your head.

"Well what else do I need to do, I made out with a smoking hot chick yesterday all my dreams are complete" he chuckles but grimaces at the pain.

"You were as good as dead" a voice says and you look up to see Joe.

"What?" You paused looking at the man furrowing your brows in confusion, he was leaned up against the door his arms crossed.

"I mean you died, your heart stopped all of that but then you gained a pulse after Hannibal did resuscitation...it shouldn't have worked you were losing too much blood" he says before walking off.

Joe was...well he confused you. Sometimes he seemed to care about you, like genuinly care about you. Then it's like he talked himself out of caring for you and he just becomes this quiet man. Of course you knew Joe, when he was there, was sarcastic, judgy as fuck all that jazz but...you don't know it's like he kept you arms length away every day and some days it was like he became someone else.

"He's creepy man" Randy says snapping you out of your stupor.

"What?" You laughed.

"I don't know, he's real quiet and when he does speak it always sounds like a mild death warning" Randy explains "like the old crazy guy character in moves who always turns out to be right"

"That's a pretty accurate description actually" you say before pressing your lips together.

You go and get your hand bag that you had lost at the party which Donnie must have put back in the room. You let your thumb rub over the leather before unclasping the lock. You pulled the key out of your bra and unlocked it. Inside was your hand gun.