DELIRIOUS - slashers x reader

3 - Photography

You shift with a small groan, sitting up. Squinting your eyes, you look around and find yourself back in your cell, but the straitjacket is back on, along with a muzzle covering your face. Why are they treating you like a dog? Your brows stitch together as you grunt, moving your tongue around your mouth, the taste of blood still there, but only slightly. You pull yourself off the small, uncomfortable bed and make your way over to the door, looking past the window.

Looking around for a moment, you see some movement behind the other's window, but not much. You look at the room directly across from yours, a guard, well, guarding at the door. There are also masks lining the walls. 'Must be Michael's room...' You think to yourself, signing softly through the muzzle.

You squirm around uncomfortably, letting out a low growl before hitting your head against the metal door, echoing throughout the hallway. The guard darts her eyes toward you and walks up to your door, banging on it with her fist. You just glare at her for a moment, and as she turns away, you hit your head again, a little blood splattering against the metal as it drips down your face. Your pupils shrunk at the feeling of your warm blood dripping down your face. The guard looks back at you and sighs, taking something into her hands.

"We need backup. (Name) is banging their head against the door," She mutters into the object. You ignore it and bang your head again, and again, and again. A whine escapes your lips as Dr. Collins unlocks your door and looks at you with disappointment.

"Keep doing this and you'll be in that jacket forever," He says, earning a low growl from you. He sanitizes your head with a cloth but leaves it like that. He grabs your arm and you struggle for a moment before accepting defeat, holding your head down.

"The fuck is this bitch taking us? Ask them, dipshit," The voices demand, you whimper silently, shaking your head to rid the voices and the ringing.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask lowly, muffled by the muzzle. You tilt your head up slightly to lock eyes with Collins. He glares at you for a moment before looking forward.

"Patients all get to have some sort of activity to do, and you're required to go to all of them, to figure out one you'll potentially like." He tells you. You don't respond, but your gaze darts to the rooms as you walk passed them. You see a blonde girl waving at you enthusiastically, a large smile on her face. Baby was her name, you think. You tilt your head and smile softly at her. She turns around and begins speaking to someone, her brother, you assumed.

"So then where are we going now..?" You ask nervously as you continue looking around, seeing some faces you remember, and some not so much. Brahms waved at you as you walked by, and you gave him a small nod of the head in return.

"There are two planned for today, a photography activity and outdoor time in the yard," Collins explains. You nod, not asking any further questions. You would assume Danny would probably be at the photography one, you remember Brahms telling you he likes it.

You reach a room labeled, "Activity Room 4," and watch as Collins unlocks it and gestures for you to enter. It was a dull-colored room with cheap-looking Polaroid cameras lying on the table, and some photographs taken of some of the employees and some of the outdoors hung around the walls. You were the only one there, for now, and Dr. Collins left, leaving you in the room with a guard. You look around for a moment before making your way to a plastic chair and sitting in it, bouncing your leg up and down anxiously.

After a moment the door unlocks, revealing a few patients. There was Danny, as you suspected, Nubbins, if you remembered correctly, accompanied by his twin brother 'Chop-top'. Finally, one more entered, it was Vincent, the one who wore the wax mask. They all looked at you as they entered, but Danny was the first to approach you.

"Hey there, I saw whatcha did the other day at breakfast. Did you get punished?" He asks you, but you keep your head down. Your ears begin to ring, earning a small growl. "What are you, like a dog or somethin'? I'll call ya' puppy!" He exclaims.

You stay silent for a moment as you slowly lift your head to gaze at him. "I think everyone saw that..." You say bluntly, making Danny's smile fade as he raises an eyebrow. He quickly smirks again and rests a hand against the wobbly table, his other on his hip as he crosses his legs. "And don't fucking call me that."

He gives you a chuckle as he walks away, grabbing a camera, not caring to ask you any further questions. You drop your head down again as the guard comes back up to you.

"Since this activity requires hand usage, they're making me take off your jacket, for now. Expect it back on when this s' over." The guard tells you as he walks behind you and unties the straitjacket, holding it in his arms as he pulls it off. You don't hesitate to stretch your arms, groaning lowly as they shake. You bring your hands to the muzzle and pull at it, trying to get it off, but it wouldn't budge.

You feel around at the straps, fingertips blindly feeling against a keyhole. You grunt and pull your hands away in defeat, but bring your legs up to your chest as you hold your face -or tried to, it was quite difficult with the thick muzzle- against your knees. You feel a finger tap against your shoulder, making your head bolt up. Your pupils adjust to the change of lighting as they aren't pressed against your knees any longer. It was Chop-top, a huge grin on his face. He tilts his head as he lets out a small laugh. His brother was talking to Danny as they took pictures around the room and of each other.

You squint your eyes as you look at Chop-top, waiting for him to say something. "H-hey! I'm Chop-top!" He says happily with a scratchy voice as he brings his hand to his metal plate, picking at it. "I saw whatcha did at breakfast, and, ahaha! It was sooo cool!" He speaks enthusiastically. You smile as your gaze softens.

"Cool? Really?" You ask, looking up at him as he giggles, taking a scab he had picked from his plate and putting it in your mouth. Your pupils dilate at the scene for a moment.

"Mhmph!" He mutters out as he chews on the scab, grinning toothily. "Aha, I haven't eaten a person since we got caught! I miss it!" He says, laughing. "So, whats yer' name? Ya like music? I do!" He pushes out as he sits on the table, shaking under his weight.

"I'm (Name), and, yeah, I like music." You tell him with a small smile. You liked him already.

"Whad' he taste like? Was it good? Ehe, I bet it was, haha!" He sure was talkative, unlike you. You just reply with a nod before he starts talking more. "My brother, Nubbins, the one over there," He points to Nubbins, taking pictures of a modeling Danny. "He reeeally likes takin' pictures. I don' care much for it though." He says as you just sit there and politely listen. Your gaze shifts to Vincent as he sits on a chair away from everyone else, messing with the settings of the camera, or maybe looking through the photos. He notices your gaze as he nods his head to get his long, black hair away from the camera screen. He stares at you for a moment before tilting his head. You smile politely at him and he just tilts his head in the other direction and looks back at the camera.

While you were watching Vincent, Chop-top took that time to get his brother, dragging him to you. "H-hey there," He says as he tilts his head, his dark greasy hair falling over his face. He gives you a toothy grin, holding his hand out for you to shake. Awkwardly, you take his hand in your own as he wiggles your arm around in a silly attempt at a handshake. "I'm Nubbins! B-but I think y-ya already knew that," He stutters out as he takes the camera and points it at you, a flash coming from it as you squint your eyes. A black photo comes out as he takes it and begins shaking it, handing it to you as it begins to form. You give him a smile as a thank you as he pats your head and walks away, back to Danny. Chop-top was about to say something, but a few more guards and Dr. Collins walked in.

"Alright, times up. Back to your rooms," Collins says as the guard walks back up to you and puts the straitjacket back on, a small groan coming from you. You didn't get time to use the cameras, but you didn't care much. You probably weren't going to either way. The other patients get escorted before you, Danny being last. He turns around to look at you as best he could in the guard's grip.

"Bye-bye, puppy! See ya later!" He hums out, making you growl. You pause as you realize that was the reason he had called you that. You shake your head and glare at him before the guard pulls you up and begins to take you back to your cell.