Wrong Number, Bitch

Chapter 8 Hey Yall (pt.3) MEET THE FLINSTONES

Hey yall, sorry I haven't been posting much recently. Thatl stop from now on, dont worry. Also I have some ideas for how Y/n can meet the other slashers but also we need a family pet so I was thinking that in the near future Y/n and the Zaddies will find Cujo, the killer dog. If you don't know who that is its a killer dog that Steven King created, basically a killer St. Bernard. Tell me your thoughts in the comments if you think thatl be a good idea. Anywho, on with the fucked up story.

===Still at the slasher house===
"Chucky, dont Y/n's trying to sleep!" Both Y/n snd Michael heard Billy's loud ass yelling. Michael groaned in annoyance considering how the both of them have only been asleep for near an hour and a half.

"You think you the shit, bitch your not even a fart! GRAH, I been goin hard!" Chucky begin to sing, not giving a damn about the 6,8 alphamale Zaddy trying to sleep.

Y/n could tell that Micheal was pissed off so she lightly patted his large hands which were tightly wrapped around her waist, spooning her. Micheal gripped even harder and pulled Y/n tighter into his figure, placing his head into of hers.

He then nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck once he heard Chucky's big ass mouth singing 'I wanna dance with somebody' by Whitney Houston. At that point Michael had enough and ripped the blankets off the bed.

Y/n didn't dare bother to follow or stop him from leaving since she was exhausted. Y/n rolled over to the opposite side of the bed and grabbed a hold of another pillow, most likely Michaels pillow. She then cuddled it closer to her body, theming the best she could to fall back asleep while listening to the sound of Chucky screaming like a little girl. Micheal caught him most likely.

If only she listened closer she would be able to detect the thumping in the walls as another slasher would be crawling out the fucking wall. However Y/n was to tired to realize that there was another person in the room. He tilted his head as he looked at the small figure sleeping in front of him wondering if this was friend or enemy.

His porcelain mask slipped from his face a bit, the man then adjusted his mask before planting a soft kiss on the sleeping woman's face. Once Y/n started to stur awake the man panicked, climbing into the closet which Y/n definitely saw.

Both started to panic but Y/n tried to keep the stranger calm considering how she knew he was a slasher and probably wasn't aware of her presence in being here.

"Hello? Are you Brahms?" Y/n tried to console the scared and timid male that was hiding in the closet. "Are you my new nanny?" A childish voice was heard from within the closet, questioning who and why Y/n was here.

"My name is Y/n, I was told that you wanted to meet me." Y/n ignored his questions, introducing herself before Brahms would lash out. She remembered that Micheal mentioned about Brahms, he would steal some of their stuff but would give it back.

Brahms then came out of the closet slowly to see a woken up Y/n. She had her feet dangling from the side of the bed and patted the empty spot right next to her. Brahms obeyed and sat down right beside her, handing her a kids book indicating that he wanted her to read.

"Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?" Y/n asked Brahms who nodded his head. She then situated herself so Brahms could lay his head on her lap.

Brahms wouldn't keep his eyes off of her as she read him The Little Old Lady who Wasn't Afraid Of Anything. To make him fall asleep faster, Y/n told Brahms a story of her own while lightly rubbing his head with her fingers.