Stranger (Johnny slaughter x reader)

Mama's boy

Johnny's urgency reached its peak as he finally found the right key, unlocked the gate, and slammed it open with a resounding crash against the wall. Y/n flinched at the loud noise, but there was no time to waste. Johnny charged forward, banging on the doors of the caged rooms, his voice echoing through the corridor as he called out for Nancy, his determination unwavering.

Y/n hurried to keep up with Johnny, her heart pounding as his relentless shouting echoed through the sterile corridors. Johnny was so focused on making as much noise as possible that he didn't notice the faint cries for help emanating from behind one of the doors. Y/n, however, caught wind of it – Nancy's desperate voice, softly crying out for Johnny.

"Johnny!" Y/n called out urgently, her trembling hands fumbling with the doorknob as she attempted to get to Nancy. The cries from behind the door grew louder, revealing the desperate pleas of someone in need.

Johnny rushed into the dark room, dropping to his knees beside a bed, and in the dimness, he heard Nancy's tearful plea, "Johnny, please help me!"

Meanwhile, Y/n scanned the room for a source of light. She noticed a faint glow coming from behind some curtains at the back of the room. She hurried over and pulled the curtains open, allowing light to flood in from the window.

As the room illuminated, they were both presented with a horrifying sight. Nancy lay on the bed, her wrists bound, bruises covering her face, and fear etched into her tear-stained eyes. Johnny's heart sank at the sight of his beloved aunt in such a terrible state, and Y/n felt a surge of sympathy and anger as she took in the distressing scene.

Y/n's eyes scanned the room, and her gaze fell upon a wall covered in what appeared to be old vomit, dried and caked on the surface. The stench of ammonia hit her suddenly, making her gag and cough as she covered her face to shield herself from the overpowering odor. The room seemed to have been a site of unspeakable horrors, leaving a trail of filth and despair.

Johnny, standing beside the bed, was absolutely horrified by the scene before him. His aunt, bound and battered, lay in torment, and the room itself bore the marks of neglect and suffering. He felt a surge of helplessness and anger, unsure of how to rescue Nancy from this nightmarish place.

The sounds of the riot grew louder and more chaotic, with shouting, crashing, and scuffling getting closer by the moment. Johnny's urgency intensified as he turned to y/n and yelled, "Find something, anything, to cut her out! Hurry up!"

The room was plain and sterile, with pale blue walls that seemed to have faded over time. In one corner, there was a basic metal-framed bed with restraints that held Nancy tightly in place.

As Johnny frantically tossed items out of the room, y/n crouched under an old wooden desk, rummaging through bags scattered there. She spotted an old dusty mirror and quickly snatched it, realizing it could be useful. With a swift, determined movement, she smashed it against the floor, creating a sharp, jagged shard.

The sound of shattering glass caught Johnny's attention, and he whipped his head around, eyes widening at y/n's improvised weapon. With haste, she began using the glass shard to cut at Nancy's nylon restraints, her hands working as quickly and carefully as possible to free her from the bed.

Johnny helped Nancy up, his voice trembling but reassuring. "It's okay, ma. Everything's going to be okay. We just need to move quickly." He glanced at y/n for a moment, grateful for her presence and quick thinking.

Nancy, still disoriented and frightened, clung to Johnny as she struggled to regain her bearings. It was clear she needed their guidance and support to navigate the chaotic situation unfolding around them.