The Desire to Be Loved (slashers x reader)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2

After standing there for a few moments to catch her breath, Y/N managed to calm herself slightly. She took a few deep breaths, trying to shake off the lingering fear. Eventually, she made her way to her bedroom and got ready for bed. Despite the fear and confusion, exhaustion crept in, and she managed to fall into a restless sleep. Y/N tossed and turned restlessly in her sleep, plagued by uneasy dreams. She was used to nightmares, but tonight they seemed more vivid, more intense. She saw Hannibal, his eyes intense and possessive. She saw the masked figure from the bushes, their presence ominous and frightening.

In her dream, Y/N found herself standing in a dark and cramped boiler room. The air was hot and heavy, the sound of the boiler echoing off the metal walls. She looked around, but there was no trace of Hannibal or the frightening man in the blue overalls. She tried to call out, but her voice was stuck in her throat. A sense of claustrophobia and terror crept over her, weighing her down like a heavy blanket.

Everywhere she turned, the boiler room seemed to change, the walls closing in around her like a metal coffin. She tried to move, to escape, but her legs felt like they were made of lead and her movements were sluggish. Suddenly, a noise behind her made her freeze. Heavy footsteps echoed against the metal floor, coming closer and closer to where she stood.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, echoing the footsteps that grew louder with each passing second. She tried to turn, to see who was there, but every attempt was met with an invisible force that wouldn't let her move. The footsteps came to a stop behind her, but she still couldn't see who it was. She felt a presence there, a malevolence that made every hair on her body stand on end.

As Y/N stood frozen, the footsteps grew louder and more menacing. Suddenly, she felt a hot breath on her neck, and a low, whispery voice spoke close to her ear. 

"I'm your number one fan, slut" 

the voice said, deep and chilling. Y/Ns heart almost stopped. She knew that voice, recognized it from countless nightmares and horror movies. It was him, Freddy Krueger. 

Icy tendrils of fear snaked down Y/N's spine as the voice continued to murmur in her ear."You can't run," Freddy whispered. "You can't hide. You're in my world now. Bitch!"Y/N tried to fight off the panic that was rising within her. She knew she was dreaming, knew that it was the bogeyman of Elm Street tormenting her. But knowing it was a dream didn't make it any less terrifying. Freddy's presence was oppressive, his sinister voice echoing around the small boiler room. 

"You belong to me now, doll" he hissed, his tone mocking and derisive. "You're just another toy for me to play with."

With a surge of courage, Y/N forced herself to speak, her voice shaking."What do you want from me?!" she asked, trying to keep the fear out of her tone. A sinister chuckle came from behind her, and she felt Freddy lean closer."Oh, there are so many things I want from you, sweetheart," he said, his silky voice laced with a cruel edge. "And you're going to give them all to me."

Y/N could feel the heat from his body and could smell the acrid odor of burned flesh coming from him. She tried to move, to put some distance between them, but Freddie's unseen hand kept her in place."You can't fight me," he taunted, his breath hot on her ear.

Fear clawed at Y/Ns stomach as Freddy's words reverberated through her. This was a nightmare, she told herself, a horrific manifestation of her worst fears. But even dream logic couldn't soothe the terror that coursed through her veins."No," she whispered, her voice quivering. "I won't let you do this."

Freddy chuckled, his voice dripping with dark amusement."Oh, darling," he crooned. "You don't have a choice. You're already in my claws."He began to pace back and forth, circling her like a predator sizing up its prey." And don't worry, it's not just me," he continued, his tone almost mocking.