𝑼𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 [Female Slashers x Mute Female Reader]

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Johnny slowly inched his knife deeper into Y/n's neck, almost cutting clean through her skin. Her erratic gasps of air were apparent to him, a sickening pleasure taking control of him. Everything he did was out of this pleasure. The pleasure to torment, the pleasure to be in control of someone, to be on top. It all delighted him to his very core.

And here he had a helpless girl, a fragile life he could snuff out as he pleased. This was too perfect, he controlled the room, the situation, the everything. All the two other girls could do was stand and watch as he toyed with their belov-

Johnny: Ouughhh!

Johnny hunched over, tears flooding from his eyes. Y/n slipped away, dashing towards the girls with excitement. Outstretching her arms, she wrapped them both in a tight group hug.

The two were quite surprised, with all their surprise and bloodlust dissipating away with her touch.

They could feel their heart beat with a whimsical rhythm like it was skipping and gallivanting across a field of flowers. Fredda especially felt a smile coming afoot on the corners of her mouth, a small giggle slipping from her lips.

Y/n turned to Fredda, a surprised yet gleeful smile painted on her face.

Fredda: Ahem, uh, glad to see you too.

Johnny scrambled on the floor, interrupting their moment with his profanities.

Johnny: You bitch! I'm gonna skin you for punching my damn balls!

Fredda: Heh, nice one Y/n.

Jackie: Yes.

With a shaky hand, he reached for his knife. His mind was dead set on one thing, taking back control of everything. But alas made a fool he was as Fredda simply stepped onto the blade, and slid it just out of Johnny's reach.

Johnny: Gah!

Fredda: Hah, pathetic.

Crouching down, she leaned her chin onto the palm of her hand, a smug smile returning to form. She drew her bladed glove across his face, careful enough not to gash out his skin just yet.

Fredda: Hey remember when you had poked at my girl's body with a knife?

Johnny's eyes were frantic, it seemed they already knew of his fate. Fredda quickly halted dragging her blades against his face, a devilish smile adorning her face. She wrapped her hands around his head quickly tightening her grip around.

Johnny: W-wait, wait, wait, wait!

Johnny: No, no, no, no!

Fredda: I'm gonna enjoy this~

Slowly curling her hand into a ball, she itched her blades across his face. They protruded through his skin, peeling off like lumps of potato skin. But just before digging deeper, Y/n pulled at Fredda's arm, a poignant expression written across her face.

Fredda: ...gosh...you can't look at me like that~

Tossing Johnny onto the side, she lazily threw herself onto Y/n, wrapping her arms around her shoulder.

Johnny: Huff, gah! Why didn't you finish the job huh?! Why?!

Fredda: Hmm, I can't say no to this cutie's face~

Johnny: Guh...You're weak.

Fredda: Excuse me?

Johnny: You're weak! You let one person change who you really are?! 

Johnny: But no, I know you, we're the same! You're a filthy murderer like me, there's no hiding it!

Johnny: Your resolve is weak! To truly live is to be your unbridled, disgusting self! To live to your standards and only yours!

The blonde's expression darkened, slowly slipping her hold around Y/n away. 

Johnny: I want to live a life based on my instincts, my wants, what I desire! It's a life of luxury, without the pitiful regret each person wallows away in because they weren't their true self!

Johnny: C'mon you and I are the sam-

Fredda: Shut it.

A visceral tone bellowed from her throat. She made her way slowly to the man, her whole body trembling with...what? Acceptance? Fear? Anger? Regret? No it wouldn't be so simple.

Johnny: See we're the same! You enjoy this kinda of life! A-

Johnny belched out in pain, his hand crackling and crunching under the pressure of Fredda's heel.

Fredda: I told you to shut it.

He tried wriggling his hand out as each second had it stayed under, would he cry out more pools of tears. Slowly grinding her boot onto his skin, a sudden rush filled her to the brim. A shaky sigh of relief left her mouth, she forgot how good it felt. To be so in sync with what she desired, to carry out her sadistic fantasies. She finally regained...control. Crouching down, she wretched his hair back, his sniveling face bringing a wide grin to her own face. Sticking out two of her fingers, she pointed the blades that laid upon her gloves and inched them towards the side of his mouth. 

Johnny: GAH! Please, please, NO! 

No snarky remark, no jokes, just her finally in her roots. The blades began sliding into his cheek, a thick pool of blood slowly spilling out as she went deeper. Deeper did the blades cut in, and louder did Johnny scream. It all felt so euphoric.

But she felt a grasp on her shoulder, now much harder. Who dared put a stop to the fun she was having, the fun she so rightfully earned? No, she wouldn't have it, she was in control, she dictated how everything went, and no one could tell her to stop. Blindly, Fredda swiped her claw, catching them onto something. 

Fredda's POV:

A familiar voice screamed out...

I seem to return from reality, my vision focusing on what I've done. Y/n was kneeling, blood seeping from the cracks in her hands. Was it...her's? She desperately covered her eye, a fistful of tears dripping down her cheek. 

What...What did I do? 

Fredda: A-Ah, Y/n...

I shakily reached out my hand but she flinched away from me. I could see it, the same fear in her eyes as everyone else. There wasn't any warm smile to comfort me, adorning and loving eyes placing themselves onto me. It was devoid of any of that. 

Jackie roughly clasped her hand around my wrists, an expression filled with unbridled rage, so much so I felt it could kill me. 

Fredda: J-Jackie, wait l-

Before finishing, she slammed against the countertop, really looking to take off my head now. But Y/n's weeps caught her attention, prompting her to rush to her side. 

Everything all fell apart once I saw it. Her bloodied cuts crawled from across her cheek to her eye. I hurt her, I hurt my love, the only one who saw me differently than who I truly was. 

I ruined her. 

To Be Continued...

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