𝑼𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 [Female Slashers x Mute Female Reader]

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Y/n was laid out on the creaky bed, her wound now properly bandaged up. Jackie could feel her breathing becoming louder, more clearer than before. She'd let out a heavy sigh, as she tucked her fingers intricately in-between Y/n's. Jackie felt a weight lift away, her worries dissipating after hours of tension eating away at her.

Fredda was at the other end of the bed, laying her head upon the legs of Y/n. She stared longingly at the only girl who'd made her heart finally skip a beat, to had finally made her love. The blonde groaned as she yearned for Y/n's attention again, to feel her eyes set upon her body, to finally say what she held in for so long. Fredda caressed her soft legs, prompting a stare from the brunette.

Fredda: Girl, look away before I cut you.

Jackie: Pff.

Letting out a haughty scoff, Jackie went back to playing with Y/n's hands.

Fredda: This cunt, I swear...

The door creaked open behind them, Sissy poking through.

Sissy: Oh I'm sure she'll be fine girls, how about y'all come downstairs for something to eat?

There was something off about Sissy, a feeling the girls couldn't shake off. It felt as if her warm southern voice seemed fake like there was a hidden motive behind it all. Sure she helped them but if they knew anything, it was to believe their intuition about people.

But curiosity had always triumphed that intuition, and with it did they stand to follow up on her offer.

Fredda: Sure, why not?

They followed her out of the room and if she did have something planned, they could take care of it. Down the stairs they descended, taking note of the state of the house with holes and cracks running rampant. Walking towards a heavy metal door situated at the end of a hall, that abhorrent smell they noticed at the front door returned and to an even greater extent.

Fredda's face scrunched up, not used to the smell of blood after haunting dreams for most of her life.

Fredda: Ugh, this is what you must smell like on a day-to-day basis.

Jackie stared at the blonde, confused about what was so wrong with that.

Sissy quickly snapped her head toward the two, giving that same wide smile she'd been giving. But this one, in particular, was unyieldingly wide, as if she was more excited than anything else in the world that could make her so happy.

Opening the metal door, she tilted her head towards it, indicating to go in. Jackie and Fredda walked slowly towards the door and entering into the room, they'd find...a regular dining room.

Fredda: Not what I was expecting.

Sissy: What were you expecting hun?

Fredda: Well with the smell, I thought there'd be a row of dead bodies, hanging on hooks.

Sissy: Oh yeah, sorry about that...We kinda kill them pigs out in the yard. The smell always traveling in here.

Fredda: Well I sure do feel a little silly.

Sissy: Oh don't be, now eat up!

Fredda sat down, picked up her cutlery, and took a small bite out of the juicy steak cooked up fresh. Jackie though on the other hand, stood still, eyeing Sissy and back at the food.

Sissy: Well c'mon now! You should eat!

Sissy insisted profusely, even bringing up a plate to her. Jackie though stayed silent.

Fredda: Damn, this is pr-

She slammed her head into the plate of food, a loud bang following. What wasn't loud was the silence afterward, shared between the southerner and brunette.

Sissy: Uhmm...she must be so tir-

Jackie instantly slammed her against the countertop, ready to cave in her head with her other fist. Soon enough though, an old man came screeching towards Jackie, stumbling in his oversized apron. He held a butcher's knife, waving in the air like a madman. Jackie simply kicked the man, launching him across the room and through the door he came from. The door broke in half and left him groaning on the ground, covered in splinters.

Sissy: Gah! You fucking brute!

Frantically reaching her necklace, she plucked a small glass tube hanging from the pendant, and quickly smashed it against Jackie's head. A green gas of thick smoke formed, and a twisted smile formed on Sissy. Despite her pitiful struggle, she'd inevitably befall he-

KERPLAM! Jackie smashed her fist straight into Sissy's cheek, with the sounds of haunting crackling of bones filling the room. She was sent into the countertop, crashing all the wall through to the floor boards. Jackie wafted the gas away, slowly making her way to the shivering woman. Her jaw was dislocated, with a stream of blood dripping out of her mouth.

Sissy POV:

My vision was in a haze, my mind spinning without care. Just a punch had really rendered me like this? Through the blur that clouded my eyes, I see that brute making her way towards me. I had to escape, I had to survive.

I try to pick myself up but my legs don't respond, they're shaking, why am I shaking?

She's getting closer.

I flop onto my belly and out of that crater she'd made. Frantically I crawled across the floor, the hot blood falling down my lips.

I hear her footsteps become louder.

My fingers grip desperately at the floor boards, trying anything to drag my body faster.

The sounds of a blade caressed against the table.

I was almost there, I could call for John-

Fredda: Where you going hun~

A pair of brown leather, healed boots stood in front of me, but they weren't still for long as they launched towards my face, slamming my face in.

No POV:

Fredda: You really believed that shitty poison was gonna work on me? Girl please.

Sissy groaned in pain, rolling around on the floor, covering her broken nose.

Jackie had a sharp butcher's knife steadied in her hand. Looking down, she was reminded of every animal she'd hunted, there last moments before she took their lives. Yet this one was different, she was more...pathetic.

Fredda tucked in her bladed gloves onto her hands, a sadistic smile reaching the corners of her mouth.

It seemed as so Sissy had met her end...

Johnny: This yours?

A deep voice peered out from the metal doorway, granting the attention of the girls. What they saw, was a young man, sporting a ripped tank top, and dirtied jeans. What was more alarming was Y/n in his hold. He had a small blade pointing towards Y/n, slowly tracing against her throat.

Y/n groaned as Johnny pressed against her wound. The man reveled in her shivering, a narcissistic smile forming across his face. He'd done this, he alone.

Fredda: Hey little boy, I'll gut you if you do anything to her~

Jackie took a few steps forwards, her fingers tightly wrapped around the handle of her knife.

Johnny: Ah, ah, ah! Take another step and you won't have her breathing.

Jackie was stopped in her tracks prompting a cackle from Johnny.

He'd won.

To Be Continued...

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