Male OC/Reader Slasher One Shots

Billy Loomis endings - Corn Syrup

You nearly retched in disgust and Billy started to stab Stu. He didn't do it too deep, but even still.

He was getting over zealous. You gripped his arm to keep him from doing it again.

Stu whined, gripping his side as it oozed blood.

Billy turned to you.

"I've got to do it, okay." Billy protested, moving to stab Stu again.

You shook your head and pulled the knife from his hand.

"No, that's enough, Billy. Stu might actually die." You warned. Billy looked back at Stu to find him wheezing, roughly, a lost look in his eyes.

Billy nodded, waking up from his daze. He moved to take the knife from you so he could cut himself.

Gently, you pulled your arm away. "Let me help."

He nodded, gently, moving a step back.

Your knuckles whitened around the knife's handle and you stuck it into Billy's side and shoulders multiple times.

He whimpered nearly every time and you felt bad, the only thing that kept you from stopping was knowing he'd knock you out, break your arm, and make it seem like you'd fallen from a window trying to escape.

Your plan was practically fool proof.

Billy moved, about to throw your head against the counter when you caught Sidney running off. You ducked out of his grasp and raced after her.

You tackled her and she screamed her pleas.

You took the gun from her and forced her up on her feet.

"Stay put, Sid." You mumbled, changing the blanks out for real bullets. You heard rustling by the door and found Randy moving uncomfortably. "Shit... Shits, shit, shit, Billy!"

Billy appeared beside you, wrenching the gun from your grasp.

"Shoulda changed the blanks out earlier." He hissed, pulling the trigger.

You screamed at the way Randy sent his pleading gaze to you as his eyes lost their life. Outside the door was Gale and Dewey.

Billy had no hesitation and shot them both square between the eyes.

He began to set the things up, moving Sidney next to her father on the stairs well.

"Bye, Sid."

You stopped him, "The phone call..."

He nodded, grabbing the house phone and dialing 911.

"Play along, all of you!" Billy snapped, pushing the gun against Sidney's father's temple.

Sidney whimpered as Billy passed the phone to you.

"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"

"It's- it's my friend's dad! H-hes gone crazy, he's stabbed my friend over and over, I think he's losing too much blood, I'm worried!!" You said, frantically trying to keep the story in line.

"Where are you? Who is your friend?"

You took some deep breaths, pretending to calm yourself down. You told the operator the address and Stu's full name.

You told them everyone's names and who you were certain they were dead. "I still can't find Sidney, I don't- No-No! NO, wait, please! Don't-"

You cut yourself off with a scream, chucking the phone outside. It landed in the grass and the operator continued to call for you.

You frowned but Billy's look of praise kept you strong.

"Okay, y/n, I'm going to need to knock you out now." Billy said with a hush.

He brought the gun up over his head and slammed it against the crown of your head.

You fell limp, the last sense leaving you being your hearing.

Two gunshots were fired.

And then one more.

-

Bleary eyed and thirsty, you found yourself in a hospital room.

It's stark white walls and fluorescent lights made you groan in displeasure.

"Honestly, a little blue wouldn't hurt." You said, a bit distasteful as the taste and smell of iron flooded your senses.

Your head had been bandaged and soon you looked down to see your arm in a cast.

It looks like they had done it.

-

You were in the hospital for two weeks before Billy finally stumbled into your room.

He looked at you with an adoring smile, coming to sit at the edge of your bed.

"Hey, babe." He said, lightly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek.

"Billy. Did it work?" You mumbled, voice hushed.

He nodded, slowly, then shook his head.

"What happened?"

Tears began to litter his eyes.

"Stu almost died, y/n." Had you not stopped me, I would have killed him. Me." Billy stumbled, a sob racking through his body. "He still hasn't woken up. I'm worried we'll lose him, too."

You say up slowly, much to your arms protest. "Don't stress. I'm sure he'll be more than alright. He'll be cracking jokes in no time."

-

"Hey, Stu, it's me. Billy and I got unofficially married! We stayed low as long as we could, graduated high school and went to college. I brought you some daffodils, your favorite."

You smiled sadly down at the grave.

Tears littered your eyes and streamed down your face.

Hiccuping and crying, you set the flowers down.

"I-I'm so sorry, Stu, that we couldn't get you out." You sniffed up some snot and said your goodbyes. Billy didn't want to get out of the car, knowing one of you had to stay strong.

He watched as you buckled yourself in.

His hand found your thigh and patted it, lightly, as he began to drive off.

You started to dig your nails into your skin, still crying.

Billy noticed and pulled over, taking your arm in his grasp.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" He questioned, staring into your eyes.

You nodded. "Yeah, just a little corn syrup."