Uncontrolled (Slashers x Reader)

"Tate's tale"

Once the interaction with Jed finished, (Y/N) was rushed into a hospital for a better treatment of the new slashes Freddy made on her shoulder. Luckily, the injury wasn't too serious but it would take some time to heal. (Y/N) wasn't too happy with it, but at least she's alive and that's all that matters.

She was soon taken back to her building by Victoria right after picking Sunny from the vet, thanks heaven he wasn't harmed, only stressed.

Though the freckled girl heavily insisted for her to come and stay in her and Sasha's place for the night, (Y/N) refused since there was someone she really needed to check on.

—"Carrie? Are-"—

She doesn't even finish as the apartment door flew open and someone basically threw themselves into her arms.

—"(Y/N)! My god!"— Carrie exclaims as she squeezes you tightly, letting out a shaky sigh of relief.

(Y/N) squeezed the girl back as relief flushed through her too.

—"'My god'?! I should be the one to say so! I was scared to death! I though the killer did something to you!"— you exclaim back, tightening your hold.

The two remained in this embrace for a while, only separating when a grumpy meow resonated from the backpack (Y/N) was still holding.

—"Oh shoot- Sorry Sunny."— you break the hug as you scratch his cheek.

—"I uh..."— she rubs her hands nervously. —"Maybe you want to come in? Or your friends are waiting for you?..."—

—"No, no. I... Well, Victoria did offer me to spend the night at their place, but I was more concerned for your safety."— you pause. —"When I got no answer from you, I... I though that..."—

A frown appeared on Carrie's face, feeling guilty and embarrassed for making her friend worry so much.

—"Y-Yeah... I'm so sorry about that, uh... "— she pauses, looking more anxious that before. —"Let's talk about it inside, come."—

. . .

—"And... Yeah. That's why I didn't answer."—

Both girls and a cat were sitting in the living room. Carrie was tightly holding her cup of tea while shrinking in place, as if trying to get small enough to disappear from the existence.

—"God, no wonder... Have you spoken with the director about it?"—

Carrie shrinks even more.

—"I wanted to, but whenever I got close to his office I'd feel like I'm about to faint..."— she sighs, appearing more miserable. —"{I'm so pathetic.}"—

(Y/N)'s eyes narrowed after hearing that last part, she then places her cup on the coffee table.

—"You aren't pathetic. It's okay to feel weak when having to face something as big as a trauma. Hell, even I to this day get dizzy at the thought of seeing my father's room or visiting his grave..."—

—"I'm- I'm sorry... It's just... When-...When I-..."— she seems to struggle to say whatever she had in mind, mumbling and stuttering apparently random words over and over. —"Ne-Nevermind..."— she sighs in defeat, dropping the attempt completely.

It's clear that Carrie wanted to say things, but either didn't know how, or didn't have enough courage to push through her anxiety.

(Y/N) scoots closer to her with open arms, a silent offer for comfort that she ends up accepting by moving closer to the (h/c) haired girl. And as Carrie finally gets in (Y/N)'s embrace, she lets a quiet sigh of relief, as if her anxiety began to let go of her.