(Y/N) finally entered her building and let out a sigh of relief as she leans on the door. She's not in her apartment yet but she's already feeling safer by being in a familiar zone, surrounded by a bunch of nosey grumpy neighbors that will not hesitate to come out to yell at whoever dares to disturb them.
After taking a second to breathe in the dust and overall cold and unwelcoming atmosphere of the building, which at that moment resulted weirdly comforting, the girl makes her way to her apartment, going up the stairs since there was no elevator.
She finally reached her floor and goes towards the door of her apartment, but stopped at the sight of a little carton box placed if front of it. The box also had a piece of paper attached on top, which had a message...
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Hey (Y/N), sorry for not seeing you yesterday afternoon, had to stay with a friend until late to finish a project.
I'm so sorry I couldn't give anything for your father's birthday, hope I can make up for that with this new cupcake recipe I tried! Apologies for not giving them to you in person, I still have a lot of uni work and you weren't home :(
PS: I gave one cupcake some extra whipping cream since Sunny adores it.
~Carrie.
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(Y/N) sighs with a smile, oh Carrie, always so polite and apologetic for things that aren't even her fault. She opens the box, and just as the note said, it was filled with the delicious treat which seemed relatively fresh, probably made just an hour or less ago.
Well her day is now significantly better! I mean who wouldn't be happy to have some delicious cupcakes for free? Especially after experiencing such awful night and morning...
A little shiver run through (Y/N) at the memories and she soon began to wonder what should she do next about all these new issues she's facing... Eh, she'll think about it later, now it's time to pause her thoughts and eat some of these treats, and then she'll come back and face the depressing reality.
Yeah, sounds like a good enough plan.
. . .
It's been almost a week, and surprisingly the burned man haven't appeared in her dreams since. Even though that stranger from the library resulted to be right, (Y/N) still couldn't drop her guard down, not when Freddy's gross voice kept resonating in the back of her mind...
"Now until the deadline, kitten."
Deadline... What could that possibly mean?
She shakes her head, ugh, now it's not the time for this! She should be finishing this page her supervisor asked her to redo and-...
Oh, right. She forgot her pencil case at home.
With a groan (Y/N) puts her forehead against the table and simply stays like this. She's so done with everything. Freddy may not be a problem anymore but he definitely did something to her. She've been feeling so ridiculously tired lately, always falling into dead sleep right after dinner and waking up dizzy with no energy despite sleeping like a log every night. Things got so bad that she began to misplace her things, causing them to get lost or forget where she've put them the night before. She already lost her hair brush twice! And had to buy a new one yesterday since she couldn't find it again...
She definitely should go see a doctor, but the hospital bill...
A hand suddenly placed on her shoulder pulled the girl out her thoughts and caused her to jerk up on her seat.
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Uncontrolled (Slashers x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N), a 22 y/o girl who has her life more or less figured out. She works as an illustrator, lives alone in a apartment in Manhattan with her cat... Y'know, a pretty average life. But despite such normality, her life was about to change in a...
