Love (Slashers X Male Reader)

ELEVEN

Two dark figures creep through the woods, blending in with the shadows of the trees barely lit by the partially risen moon. They move expertly through the wilderness, moving quickly yet carefully as they avoid making any sounds that may give them away to the person they're stalking.

Pausing deep within the tree line, they crouch behind the foliage as they watch you grab bags from the trunk of your car in the shine of the porch light. Only grabbing a few bags, they watch you enter the home with an indistinguishable shout, likely calling for your potential lover, family member or roommate. Moments later you come back outside to grab a few more bags only to hand them off as someone else exits the house.

Shocked, the two figures exchange unseen looks before looking back at the second person. Standing there taking the bags of groceries from you without a word or complaint is Michael Myers, a killer they know quite well as he also had movies made about him that their old friend Randy enjoyed quite a bit.

As Michael disappears into the house another figure appears who is also very recognizable to the two- Jason Voorhees. Instead of grabbing groceries, however, he grabs the tools and takes them around the back of the house. The third and final person they see is Hannibal Lecter who also comes outside to give you a hand with the remaining groceries, his hand resting on the small of your back as he leads you back into the house.

"That was unexpected." Stu whispers, not wanting to be heard by the other killers they now know live with you. "We chose one hell of a victim to be our first since Woodsboro, huh?"

After successfully killing everyone in Woodsboro and framing Sydney's dad as the Ghost Face killer, the two took a break from the stalking and killing. They hadn't really planned on when they'd get back into it until they met you outside of the store where they both agreed you'd make the perfect victim. Unfortunately, they didn't take into consideration the fact that you were obviously buying far more food than one person could ever need, therefore failing to realize you obviously live with multiple people which complicates things.

"Should we pick someone else?" Stu quietly wonders, honestly a bit nervous at the thought of attempting to kill you.

Billy remains silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. On one hand he knows you're an unrealistic victim as you're living with killers that would more than likely kill them in a heartbeat. On the other hand, it seems like a thrill to try and sneak in unnoticed to take you from under their noses. The rational part of his brain knows they should leave and wait until they find a new victim but the side that isn't so rational loves the risk of it all.

"Let's watch a bit longer to see if anyone else shows themselves." Billy decides. "We'll decide based on how many people live with him. If it's not a lot then we'll stick to the plan. If it's too many then we'll leave and choose someone else."

"We already know he has three psychos living with him! That's way more than I'm comfortable with. He's too big of a risk, man." Stu disagrees, something he doesn't do often when it comes to Billy. However he values their lives a lot more than he cares about getting a risky kill.

"We don't know for sure if they live here. They could just be visiting." Billy puts his hand on Stu's shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze. "Get it together, Stu. If we can get away with killing Sydney and the others then we can do this."

Stu desperately wants to say no. He wants to just walk away while they can. Killing Sydney and the others was child's play compared to this. You may be their only victim, but you're a victim who is clearly friendly with notorious serial killers. That alone raises so many alarms and questions. How are you friends with them? Are you a killer too? Are you related to any of them? The questions go on and on with no real answers.

The two men fall into an uncomfortable silence as they watch your home. Their focus is zeroed in, trying to see if anyone else enters or exits the home. The windows are unfortunately covered in curtains so they can't see inside but even if they weren't they're too far away to be able to properly see inside.

Their focus is so intense that they fail to sense a third presence approaching them from behind. It isn't until they're crouching down right behind them that they notice, spinning around only to freeze upon meeting a mask eerily similar to their own.