𝑼𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 [Female Slashers x Mute Female Reader]

✟ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 ✟

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Fredda POV:

I'm terrible...I can't be with her. She gave me a chance...and I ruined it. The first person to love me...and I ruined it.

My gut felt so disgusted...

No POV:

Fredda's throat hitched and a pool gate of tears fell.

Fredda: y-y/n, I-I'm so sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...

She cried out all her apologies whilst furiously tugging at her hair. Fredda was a mess, internally and externally.

Y/n took a breath out of her inhaler, her eyes now focused solely on the blonde. Fredda covered her eyes, wiping away the continuing tears as she sobbed.

Jackie could feel a tight grip on her clothes. Looking down she saw Y/n's lip quivering, her eyes filled with sorrow and sadness, all directed to the girl she was hurt by.

Fredda: Y/n...I-I can't be with you...I hurt you...

Fredda: I'm just horrible...

Her body began to warp and twist, taking shape into an abstract form. Fragments of her body jutted out sporadically, her wails echoing out as her entirety twisted and turned into nothing. And like that, she was gone.

Y/n hopelessly crawled out to where her once-standing friend stood.

A glove was left lying on the floor. Her glove. The blood was still fresh, littering itself across the blade's edges. She slowly reached out to the glove, a hesitation in her motion. Picking it up, she traced her fingers across the leathery surface, feeling every corner. It was this that hurt her. No it was what she used to hurt her. But just why? Why did she want to take hold of this glove and never let it slip from her fingers.

Soon her hands began to tremble, making it hard for Y/n to keep her hold. But she'd place it against her chest, because in some way...she needed this glove.

Jackie crouched next to her trying to decide on whether patting her back would be a good idea. Awkwardly hovering her hand over her shoulder she soon found Y/n tears ever flowing from her eyes. She mostly silent, aside from the occasional hiccups she'd let out in order to stop her crying. Jackie eyes soften and slowly she placed her hands against her back, rubbing her back in her idea of reassurance. But it was enough, it was enough for Y/n. She somberly laid her head against her shoulder, eyeing Fredda's glove in her hands through her tears.

Questions began flooding to her mind, what happened to Fredda? Was she okay? Was...

Y/n POV:

Was this my fault? Was I too selfish to instill this dumb positive belief onto her? I can't...What should I...How...

But I felt Jackie's hands trace along my shoulder, ushering me into her hold. I look up to her, her warm expression that continues to reassure me. Right, I was being dumb again. I'll figure this out...with Jackie. I wasn't alone.

Johnny: *Cough* Ugh...Cr-Crap...

Jackie scooped me off from the ground, placing me right behind her as she cracked her knuckles. The disheveled man looked up, and there I could see the gnarly gashes and cuts Fredda had given to him. Holes in his cheek, cuts running through his face, and a whole lot of bleeding.

No POV:

Jackie covered Y/n eyes with her hand, still eyeing the man if he tries anything. Johnny though was completely out of options. His hand was broken, everything in his body ached, not to mention the severe cuts Fredda gave him. He was in desperate shape. Clinging onto a chair, he shambled up to his two feet.

Johnny: Ah...W-Where the hell is that blonde chick?

He looked at the two yet but his eyes gravitated towards Y/n, more specifically the cuts on her face. It seemed immediate to him what gave her those and it delighted him.

Johnny: Ha, Ahaha! N-No way...Looks like I was wrong. She really is like me-

A quick slap was sent his way, sending him off his already buckling knees and onto the table. But it wasn't Jackie who did this. It was Y/n and she wore a familiar furious visage, that Johnny had saw before. He'd face what helplessness is, as he peered up at the girl who he deemed pathetic. No longer did he stand above, no longer would he look down. Quite the opposite.

Johnny: W-what? How dare-

She sent another slap to his face, this time an even harsher sting was left on his cheek. The brunette looked at Y/n, a proud and oddly hot sensation filling her body. 

Johnny: Ah, Ah y-you fu-

Y/n curled her fist tightly, sending a flurry of messy punches at Johnny. He flinched away, trying his best not to get battered and beaten. Yet it was to no avail as she kept sending them left and right. 

Now as much as Jackie wanted to let her wail on this pathetic man, she worried about her condition in all of this. Walking up behind Y/n, she once again scooped her up by her armpits, plopping her down gently. Reaching into Y/n's pocket, she took out her inhaler, noticing the apparent erratic breathing slipping through her mouth. 

Jackie: Here.

Shakily, Y/n took the inhaler from her hand and with the air returning back to her lungs, the haze in her eye that had once blinded her was filtered and dissipated away. Tucking in her bottom lip, she looked up at Jackie, a clear guilty look in her eyes clear as day. Jackie tilted her head, only returning her look with a pat to her head and a small smile. Ruffling up her hair, she turned to deal with Johnny, who was already trying to crawl his way out of the kitchen. She made her way to him, Johnny groaning more and more as he desperately crawled faster with each of her footsteps become gradually louder. But he stopped, and looking up he saw an opportunity. 

Johnny: H-Hey! Bubbs, help me out here!

She trailed into the room, a hefty chainsaw in her hand. Looking upon the scene, it was her brother that stood out. Her brother, who seemed so big and intimidating was now sniveling at her feet. It all seemed so fake but even if it was, it still wouldn't have changed a thing about her satisfaction to see him like this. 

Johnny: Bubbs, hurry! T-Together we can-

Bubba yanked the chain of her tool, a quick rumbling discharging from the machine. Another yank, then another, then the final yank was the one that set the chainsaw into motion. The loud rumbling filled the room and tightening her hold, she raised it in the air. Then in quick succession, she rammed it into Johnny's skull, his screams running rampant as she made her way through his bits. Blood flew everywhere, staining the walls and especially Bubba's bright yellow apron. Quickly enough though, Johnny's screams were no more. He finally laid still, no longer did he really exist. 

He was finally gone.

To Be Continued...