Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Sam Carpenter: A New Victim pt 2

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" No, she's lying," Chad dismissed your claims immediately. " Remember what she said at the park. This is a fucking prank. It's not real. He's not he-"

" Chad," Mindy cut him off. " Look at her."

It was clear to everyone in the room that there was something wrong with you. That whatever emotions you were feeling were real.

The other selling point was that Sam herself was convinced that you were being honest. She was the most skeptical one of the group. However, there was no doubt in her mind that you were not deceiving them.

" I was on my way home after you guys left. It felt like someone was watching me. I thought I was going crazy, but then I looked around. He was across the street, watching me. He dragged his finger across his neck. I felt like I couldn't move that's when Sam bumped into me," you recounted the events clearly.

" He was watching us at the park," Tara deduces.

Sam rubs her forehead, " It probably looked like we were close. So the killer grouped you with us."

" What does that mean?" The fear in your voice made everyone at the group look at you with pity.

" Welcome to the freak show," Mindy says.

Anika shoves her girlfriend," It means, that you've just got a bunch of new friends."

" Am I going to die?"

They group all share looks.

Sam puts her hand on your shoulder. There's a fire in her eyes as looks at you, " No, you're not going to die. In this group we protect each other and that includes you now "

" I think you should stay here for awhile Y/n," Tara speaks softly.

You nod, still unable to fully process what this all means.

" In the morning we can go to your place and pick up some of your stuff, ok?" This time the older Carpenter sister speaks to you.

You nod again. Your moments away from slipping back into the trance that you arrived in. Sam squeezes your hand lightly pulling you back into the light.

" Y/n?"

You shake your head and stand abruptly, " Can I use your bathroom real quick?"

Sam eyes you but agrees to take you, " Follow me."

Instead of escorting you to the public bathroom, she leads you to her room. You stand awkwardly as she rummages through her drawers.

She hands you some sweatpants and a t-shirt, " Here, you can use my bathroom. Have a shower and um if you're tired you can sleep in here."

" Thanks," you're grateful for the offer.

Usually you'd take a long shower, but you had a sense of paranoia about you. You were in there for less than 5 minutes.

Sam's clothes feel big on you. They smell like her and that brings you some comfort. You quickly exit the bathroom to find her bedroom empty.

You stare at the bed for a long while debating on whether if you should lay there. You decide against it, thinking about where Sam would sleep if you were to take her bed.

You grab a pillow off her bed and then lay on the hardwood floor. Sleep wasn't going to come easy after the day you had. So you stared up at the ceiling trying to think about anything, but the killer.

" Why are you on the floor?"

You turn to loom at the dark haired girl, " I thought it'd be weird to take the bed from you."

" We're going to share the bed," Sam wasn't asking or suggesting, she was telling you what it was going to be.

She extends her hand to help you off of the floor. You hesitantly grab it and she yanks you to your feet. Her grip is much stronger than you expected.

You slip into the bed, which is ten times better than the floor. Yet, you still don't see yourself sleeping any time soon.

" I'm going to shower really quick and then I'll join you, ok?"

" Ok."

You want to wait for Sam. When she comes out you'll go to sleep. That's what you convince yourself. However it was far from the truth.

When Sam gets out of the shower and into the bed your heart rate spikes. She's so close, she smells like vanilla, her skin is ever so slightly touching yours.

" Y/n," she says your name gently.

" Hm."

She turns so her body is facing yours, " You need to rest."

You sigh, " I can't."

" You're safe here."

You shake your head, " How can you be so sure?"

Sam grabs one of your hands. Her hands aren't soft like you imagined. They are worked and rough, but for some reason that brings you comfort.

" I'm not going to let him hurt you."

" He doesn't want to hurt me, he wants to kill me."

Your anxieties begin to rise again. It almost feels like you're seeing him across the street again. He's watching you and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

" Look at me, Y/n."

There's something behind her eyes. It almost scares you. It's dark and nearly sadistic.

" I'm not scared of Ghostface. It doesn't matter who is behind the mask because it always ends up the same for them. Dead or in jail. I will make sure of it."

You want to ask about the first time, but you decide against it. Instead you just nod at the woman's words. However Sam could still feel the anxiety coming out of you.

She was hesitant, but you wouldn't have been able to tell. Her hand intertwined with one of yours. The feeling of her hand in yours causes you to blush. Something you hope that Sam doesn't take notice of in the dark. She does, but she doesn't comment on it. She's trying to process her own feelings of warmth.

You squeeze her hand lightly as a thank you and it makes her smile a bit. It's somewhere in the softness of that moment that Sam decides she's going to protect you no matter what it takes.