Loneliness (Slashers x reader)

It all started with the phone call.. (Billy Loomis x reader pt. 1)

Perfect, my parents had left me home alone. They say they love me but they NEVER have time for me! Aren't you supposed to have time for your own child..? Well, I could watch a scary movie. I thought as I hopped on the couch I could watch Black Christmas, or Psycho. I thought. I turned on the television until an annoying sound filled my ears, "Who the hell even calls at this time?" I said, and got up. Picking up the phone I put on my best 'customer service' voice. "Hello, this is [Y/N] whom may I be speaking to?" it was silent for a bit until someone spoke up "Hello, [Y/N]. What's your favorite scary movie?" the man replied, his voice was deep. "well I was just about to watch it, until you interrupted." I said with a little bit of irritation in my voice. "Woah, woah there. You shouldn't talk in that tone, when you're talking to your murderer." he snapped back "W- what do you mean?" I said with a shaky tone "I said, when you're talking to someone." He said, seemingly annoyed. "That is not what you said." After a bit of him continuing to deny he had said that I got tired of it, "Well fine then if you don't want to admit to it, I'll just hang up and watch the movie." "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He replied, "Oh, and why's that?" He didn't respond. "Hmm, maybe because I'll kill you" he said, sending  chill down my spine, I turned around to see someone dressed in a gown wearing a ghost mask, I shrieked "No! Not yet!" I yelled and ran for my life, he chased after me, clumsily although. he tripped like crazy. I won't let you kill me!" I said, and turned around, stupid move I know. But he wasn't there. Shit! I fell to the ground hitting my head pretty hard. And my vision slowly faded to black.

I woke up on my couch, was it all a bad dream? I thought, my fears were proven true as my head hurt like hell and there were small cuts all over my body, he really wanted to hurt me, didn't he, then why didn't he just finish me off? I thought. It truly didn't make sense. I got up but felt too tired to clean the cuts on my arms and legs so I just made sure to wear a sweater and pants to cover them. And then I was off to high school, Woodsbro. Welp might as well hurry up, I thought as I ran to class.

I noticed a group of friends hanging out near the fountain, one seemed to give me a nasty look that sent chills down my spine, was he the one from yesterday? I thought, his dark brown eyes pierced through me like a knife. I stared at him with fear and shock, until he walked up to me and stared at me. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." He stated and I shook off the feeling of worry I had "Oh, haha nothing.." I mumbled. He narrowed his eyes at me, then walked back to his small friend group, giving me a sense of relief.

School was over, finally. I headed home, not being able to find my parents I found a note on the fridge, it read, "Hey sweetie, sorry me and your dad can't stay home tonight, we left some food for you in the oven. If you need anything, call us. -xoxo mom" Perfect, just great they'd left me home alone, again. well might as well get some food, I thought, pulling it out of the oven. I heard some shuffling and there he stood the same man from yesterday. "Well why don't you kill me now, you fucking bozo! Why'd you have to torture me last night, anyways? Why not just kill me?" I said to him, then emerged another from behind. I stood there, shocked as all blood drained from my face. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!" he scoffed, "You!" I shouted. "Yes, me" he said dramatically. The other guy laughed in my face, "Can you believe it? [Y/N] here's all tough! Oh I'm shaking in my boots!!" He dramatically said, pretending to be shaking and out his hand over his head as I lifted my arm, I slapped him. "Ouch!" he faked a sound of pain.

"Well, end it now" I said, as he raised his knife, I willingly put my throat against it. "Just slide it against my throat, you pussy!" I exclaimed. He got agitated and slowly put it harder, drawing blood. "Well, what are you waiting for?" I said practically yelling at the dumbfounded man.

"I should," he said as he stared to his partner in crime. "But it'd be more fun watching you suffer!" he said. "Yada, yada." I said grabbing his knife and putting it against my wrist drawing my own blood, "Ya happy, can you just do it now" I said.

They laughed at me for a bit but then I got a phone call. I went to grab it, but they both grabbed my wrists, gripping tightly. "Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes. They seemed genuinely intrigued about my behavior. Suddenly my parents walked in, they covered my mouth tightly, and took me to my room. They pinned me against a wall, then put me on a bed, handcuffing me down. "Wow, didn't know you guys liked me." I laughed, but the shorter one grabbed my mouth again. I fake moaned and he got more angry at me.

My parents tried opening my door, but the two had locked it. They seemingly gave up after a bit. The two turned their heads back at me and in unison said "Now, to the fun part.", the shorter one cut through my sleeve and began piercing my skin. The taller one cut at my legs. I laughed at them, seemingly making the shorter one mad as he began to get more aggressive cutting me, he really wanted a reaction from me, huh?

They began whispering to each other and escaped through my window. I laid there, stunned but pleased at their work. Well no way to get up. now, they'd handcuffed me.

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