Stranger (Johnny slaughter x reader)

The black nancy

As the afternoon gave way to evening, Johnny had been asleep for most of the day, finally catching up on much-needed rest. His sleep had been scarce since y/n's arrival, and now, exhaustion had taken hold.

During Johnny's slumber, Nancy kept a watchful eye on y/n, involving her in daily chores to keep her occupied. These tasks served as both distraction and necessity, offering a break from the quiet monotony that enveloped their modest surroundings.

Nancy diligently tidied up the interior of the trailer, going through drawers, cabinets, and even the bathroom, a place that held remnants of dark memories. It was a gruesome scene in there. Maggots feasted upon the peeled flesh and remnants of decay that covered the bathroom floor, a grotesque reminder of the rotted man that they had laid, rather, thrown to rest outside in the shrubbery.

Despite her disgust, Nancy's determination prevailed as she scoured the room. After what felt like an eternity, she managed to locate two bottles of peroxide hidden beneath the bathroom sink, carefully retrieving them. Her face contorted with a mixture of relief at the discovery and an overwhelming sense of repulsion due to the state of the bathroom.

As Nancy held the peroxide bottles, she paused to reflect. She realized it was time to do something nice for Johnny, who had come all this way for her despite her frequent disappearances. She understood the sentimental value of his favorite pair of jeans, the same pair she had been tailoring for him for two years.

With fondness, Nancy decided that she would wash the blood out of those beloved jeans, a small but meaningful gesture to express her gratitude for Johnny's unwavering support.

Nancy stood at the open door of the trailer, watching as y/n went about a minor chore, meticulously cleaning one of the battered cooking pots. She called out to y/n, catching her attention.

"We're heading to a stream," Nancy informed her before turning her gaze back into the trailer, where she spotted Johnny's beloved jeans lying on the ground beside his sleeping form in the bed.

Nancy couldn't help but smile as she approached Johnny. His breathing had finally slowed, and he looked remarkably peaceful, almost like the young man he once was. Leaning down beside him, Nancy gently kissed his forehead.

With one last affectionate glance, she made her way out of the trailer.

Nancy gazed at Y/n, who was waiting by the trailer door with a bucket in hand. Y/n's curiosity was evident as she glanced at the supplies Nancy held. Y/n finally asked, "What are we doing?" as she followed Nancy toward the stream they had noticed earlier in the day.

As they made their way to the stream, Y/n's eyes wandered through the dense forest. Towering trees cast intricate patterns of dappled sunlight on the ground, their leaves whispering secrets in the gentle breeze. The earth beneath their feet was carpeted with a lush layer of moss, like nature's plush green carpet.

The forest was a tapestry of rich, earthy scents, and the occasional bird's song broke the serene silence. Y/n couldn't help but feel the embrace of nature's beauty, even in the midst of challenging circumstances.

Nancy crouched down at the edge of the stream, the gentle flow of the water glittering under the dappled sunlight. Y/n followed suit, her curiosity piqued by the shimmering stream. They both leaned in closer, listening to the soothing murmur of the water as it meandered through the woods. The stream seemed to carry a sense of tranquility, a stark contrast to the challenges they had faced recently.

Nancy looked at y/n, her face a mix of seriousness and determination. "Y/n," she began, "I'm going to teach you how to wash blood out of clothes." Y/n couldn't help but think that Nancy would indeed be an expert at this.