Love's Final Cut [Yandere Slasher x Reader]

[11] Burns Like Wax

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Warning: description of wax covered corpses, fear/stress, Choking, (Name) is still being her frustrating self

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I and Bo walked through the empty town of Ambrose. I watched the empty houses pretend to be filled with people, fake wax people moving behind the curtains playing alive. I knew they were rigged, but it almost convinced me that people lived behind the curtain.

"You comin'?" Bo called out to me making me turn to him. I glanced back to one of the windows before quickly following after Bo. He was tall, so he took large steps when he walked.

I tried to fall behind on purpose but each time he waited, staring at me with this deep in thought look. I decided to not test his patience so I ended up closely following behind him seeming to please him.

Soon we made it to the Wax Mauseme, the large letter hanging over my head like a noose. "Here we are, the renowned House of Wax." He chuckled opening the door for me.

I hesitated to walk in, knowing I'd probably be cornered between Bo and Vincent. "It looks pretty old," I said walking through the door, swallowing my apprehension.

"Yeah, it doesn't get a lot of visitors. I'll come and get you when your car gets back, you have fun now." He said about to close the door. "Wait your not coming?" I asked confused as to why he'd just let me wonder.

"Nah, I've seen this place a bunch. I don't need to see it anymore." He chuckled before closing the door. I paused, waiting to see if he'd walk away, but he just ended up leaning against the glass entryway.

I watched his blurry shadow for a few minutes smoke a cig before coming to the conclusion he wasn't going to move. I grumbled before making my way deeper into the museum, pausing to look at all the statues.

I shivered realizing what was under the thin layer of wax, imagining how many people slowly died while in case in it. I slowly approached, playing with the idea of reaching out and touching the figure.

My intrusive thoughts didn't win this time as I only stared, admiring the work before me. It definitely fell in the uncanny valley portion. I stared into its eyes, wondering for a moment how Vincent could get them so realistically but was snapped out of that line of thought when I noticed something.

In the eyes of the glass statue, I could see the reflection of myself and the room. In that reflection, I saw Vincent peeking at me from behind the corner. My heart skipped a beat as I tried not to show it. I kept staring into the eyes of the wax statue pretending everything was fine.

I slowly backed away from the statue. I tried my best to look uninterested so I would raise suspicion from Vincent. I started to walk away, trying my best to avoid looking into Vincent's directions.

I warked a little faster, making it look like I was excited to get to the other room of the museum. I looked around the dining room wax setup, seeing no way out.

I contemplated going up the stairs I saw in the main room but decided against it. Since going up the stairs to find a way out of the building would be idiotic.

I felt some sweat drip down the back of my neck, Vincent was following me and the only exit I knew about was blocked. I bite my lip as I look around, for any fire exit signs or some sort of door.

There wasn't one from what I could see.

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I watched her as she wondered, admiring my art, my work.

I wanted to see her expression. Would it be one of amazement? Or would she find my sculptures strange? I couldn't, she would spot me.

So here I stood, behind a corner watching as she moved around. My heart clenched a little in my chest, it was so strange. She looked beautiful as her hips swayed slightly with her waltz.

I wondered if she let me paint her if I asked nicely enough. I felt my fingers twitch wanting to grab a pencil and start a sketch. I felt inspiration run through my veins.

I wanted to paint her in a field of beautiful flowers, I wanted to sculpt her naked laying in cloth, I wanted to draw her in her element, I wanted to stain her with beautiful markings of my love.

My eyes narrowed as she started to walk faster. Was she scared? Did she know I was following her? I stepped back.

My heart sped up in my chest, a sick sort of anxiety risking in it. I wondered for a moment if it was excitement or worry but pushed those thoughts down when I heard her shout.

"Hello?!" She yelled echoing around the halls. I peeked out from the doorway, checking if she was in danger or not. I watched as she looked around, unnerved by the feeling of being stared at.

I almost wanted to run out and comfort her, to wrap her around with my arms and coddle her in one of my large sweaters.

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I looked around after I called out to Vincent, not surprised at all that he didn't answer me. I sighed walking into another room which was the kitchen.

It was all made out of wax like always. I looked at the lady encased in wax that stood in front of the counter holding a spoon. She looked to be posed in a cooking position, stirring a pot of wax food with a wooden spoon.

I wondered for a moment if I could use this spoon as a weapon, if I broke off the end it could become a stack. I went to grab the wooden spoon but stopped thinking of how I'd have to break back the wax figure fingers.

I imagine how the brittle bones of the person would snap with a loud 'crack!' making me back away in disgust. I felt disgust fill my stomach at the thought, that a weapon wasn't worth defiling this body any more than it was already.

I strutted out of the room, hoping I'd find a different area but I made it back where I started. I sighed looking around the large dance room with wax figures surrounding me.

My eyes caught something in my view, the windows. I didn't even consider using them to escape. I walked over and touched the frame, seeing that they were bolted down.

I grumbled before placing my hand on the window. I could break it, but it would be hard. Not to mention that Vincent would probably try and stop me if he was still near.

I'd just have to do it quickly and then throw myself through the shattered glass.

I lifted my elbow to hit the glass but was stopped when I felt someone's arms wrap around my waist.

"Let me go!" I yelled and began to struggle against Vincent's grip. He held me tight in his arms, putting my head in a chokehold.

I gagged feeling him tighten his hold causing my air to be cut off. I scratched at his arms, pawing at the thick sweater he wore.

I could hear him shushing me, almost trying to lull me to sleep. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched black spots appear in my vision.

"It's ok, we're taking care of you." His rough voice whispered sweetly in my ear as everything went black.

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I didn't know if I wanted to make Vincent use sign language or just not talk at all. Since in the movie he is mostly silent but I wanted him to speak sparly. Since Micheal is completely silence, Jason will probably use sign language or some sort of hand movement to talk, so Vincent can talk like 6 sentence in this whole book why not?

Anyways I am tired, I am going to go read my book. Enjoy this chapter. Have a nice day/night/morning/afternoon - The author