Horror Slashers x Reader

Dennis & Barry x Female Reader (Chapter One)

-Guys, I'm doing it. Split is going to be my next story. Many may not know what the movie Split is, like Dr. Giggles, but it's a movie about D.I.D, and shows what it's like to have it, as well as having a fictional approach to it. NOW, I HAVE NOT WATCHED IT. I have watched specific and key scenes to the plot. So, this will be like my Leatherface fanfiction-

(Contains: Language, violence, drug use, mentions of trauma, and suggestive themes.)

Pop!

 The sound of balloons squishing against teenage girls, soon popping after. The sound of laughter drowns out the ears of a quiet youthful girl. Who am I you may ask? I'm that one girl who hides behind the desk in school, the girl who wears hoodies and sweatpants to hide my body, the one who everyone says is an outcast, the one who prefers being indoors with no socialization rather than talking to my friends or new company.

"(Y/N), come on, this is getting annoying. Socialize! Talk to us for once! Our goal will be 5 minutes of conversation!"

I remained silent, annoyed and offended of her sarcasm.

"Come on! It's my birthday! Give me a present of talking!"

I would say something, but my brain told me to still my tongue, I wouldn't want anyone to laugh at me for my comment.

"Ugh fine, you're stupid and dumb anyways." She snickered, walking away with a rich, daddy's girl walk.

I never liked Brittany, she was always annoying and always tried to peer pressure me into doing something I didn't want to do. (I promise if there's any Brittanys out there, IT'S NOT TARGETING YOU :') )

"Heyyyyy!" I suddenly heard to my right, making me look over with confusion.

Cassy, one of my closest friends. I could never live without her, she's my second half. Whenever I feel like the world is crashing, she lets me know she's always there and builds the world back up. If I had to say, in the least romantic way, she is my world.

"Hi Cass." I responded dryly with a smile, giving her a side hug as she went all in by picking me up and squeezing me tightly.

"Too much.." I whispered, trying to squirm out of her tight snake-like grasp.

"Sorry sorry! I'm just excited to see you in a public setting other than school and sports!" She replied with a large and warm smile, putting me down and tensing up in a joyful manner.

I looked at her with sudden confusion, "What are you talking about? I go to public settings other than school and sports."

"The public bathrooms in grocery stores don't count."

"But that means I go to grocery stores."

"No, that means you go WITH someone and ditch them by going into the bathroom and saying you're looking for the ice cream WHILE they're in the aisle you're 'In'."

"Damn, who spit in your coffee today?"

"James, but that doesn't matter." She said with a smile.

"Still having couple issues?"

She looks at the ceiling for a moment to think about the question before responding, "I don't think so, except the time when he yelled at me for spilling orange juice on the carpet. Oh! And when he hit me for trying to tell him what actually happened at the school dance last week."

I stared at her with a blank expression, but showed many emotions in that one expression. Shock, denial, anger, frustration, sadness, pain, vengeful, all of the negative emotions you feel when you hear your best friend is being abused.