OUR SAVIOUR (Slashers x M!Reader)

Chapter One: Dreams and Reality.

  —(PICTURE ABOVE NOT MINE)—

Previously...

I was dreading meeting my parents, knowing they would just lecture me and tell me how my siblings were much better. I closed my eyes, resting. Before I know it, I fall into a deep slumber.

Continuing...

    I awoke to a loud BANG! My eyes shot open, and I looked around to find my parents slammed the door open. "You disgrace of a child! How could you be so weak!? This is a waste of my time, you know!" My "mother" said. She's just an entitled, gold-digging whore who is constantly going behind my selfish fathers back. I sigh through my nose. "I...I'm sorry mother..." I spoke quietly. "Sorry isn't going to cut it! You're such a brat, your brother is so much better than you. Be more like him, maybe you'll be less of a mistake." She spat out, venom behind every ounce of words. "Let's go. Get your stuff, and get to the car. Now." My father said. He was tolerable, but like I said, he's selfish and overall a player. "Yes father." I said simply.

    I tried to stand, and my head felt top heavy. My vision blurred even more, if possible. I wobbled, but still managed to stand, grab my stuff, and walk to the car with the help of the school nurse. I thanked her and got into the backseat. "You're lucky that we even care about you to come pick you up, I was busy before this." My mother bitched so often, it's annoying and repetitive. The car engine starts and we drive off to my hellspawn of a house. My eyes start to get heavy, but I don't want to fall asleep. However, my brain didn't listen, and I drifted off into a deep sleep.

—(TIME SKIP: Y/N'S POV)—

"WAKE YOUR ASS UP!" I flinched as I woke up, my head pounding. "Get your shit and get in the house." My mom said. "Okay." I replied, grabbing my bag and walking inside. "Go to your room. I don't want to see you until dinner." My dad looked at me as he spoke. I glared at him, but obeyed nonetheless.

I walk up the stairs to my bedroom and open the door. I set my bag down and grab clothes for a shower. I'm just happy I have a bathroom in my bedroom. I grab a slightly baggy tank top and some sweatpants with socks. I walk into my bathroom, and still can't shake the feeling of someone watching me. I blame the headache, and start to get into the shower.

—(???'s POV)—

Today I watched them again. But, today was different. There were two people who were following them, and calling them rude things. I clenched my fist, but just watched them. They ignored the people, and kept walking. I turn away, thinking j heard something, but when I turn back, I see their head slamming into the ground by the two people. "They...they hurt precious Y/N...they need to be punished...I'm sure my knife will treat them right..." I thought in my head, a smile curving my face. I walk away, ready to leave them a surprise for when they come home...

—(Y/N's POV)—

I turned the water off and got into my clothes. My hair was a mess, but I didn't mind. I exit my bathroom and flop onto my bed. The shower made my head feel slightly better, and the thought of that made me smile. I lean up and grab my bag. I reach for my phone and grab it, then I open Wattpad and start scrolling, trying to find random things to read. After about 30 or so-ish minutes, there's a knock at my door, then a packet slid underneath the door frame. I walk over there, phone in hand, and k groan slightly. It was the classic orange paper packet, which had 'Homework' written on the front. I sigh, pick it up, and walk to my desk to start so I won't have to do it later. I pick up my headphones/earbuds (whichever you prefer) and I connect it to my phone. I grab a pencil and get to work.

—(30 Minutes Later: Y/N's POV)—

I finally finish, and I put all the papers in the packet, then text my parents that I finished. I sigh, and place the packet under the door again, then I walked back over and flipped on my bed. "Oww...I forgot about my head.." I groan slightly. I look over to my window and I see a man. He looks to be 6'5, and he has a white paper mache mask on. He is also wearing a navy blue mechanic suit. I stare at him and he stares at me. We keep eye contact for a couple minutes, and when I blink, he's gone. "What the fuck...?" I say, confused. "Who...was that..?" I sigh. "It's my concussion." I talk to myself. I checked the time. It was 11:49 p.m. "How the hell did time fly so fast?" I spoke to myself, once again. I'm not that tired, but I am bored. I start pacing my room, just thinking about random things. I checked the time again. 12:08. I sit on bed and I just stare at the ceiling. After what I think has been 1-2 hours, I check the time, again. 12:38. "Only 30 minutes!?" I yell.

    "Maybe I should go for a walk..?" I say. I mentally approved and I got dressed in a black hoodie, black pants, and black shoes. I grab my phone and I walk out my front door. I would've taken headphones but I wanted to listen to the sound of nature. As I walk around the block of my neighbourhood, I had the eerie feeling of being watched again. I look around, and I sigh. I see that the time is now 1:38 a.m. "it's been an hour, I should head home." I say to myself, and walk back home.

Little do I know, I'm being watched and followed...

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