Slashers x Y/N

Chapter 17 Misunderstood?

⚠️SWEARING⚠️

"Who's Mark?" I hear. I stand up and walk to the kitchen. Where is Hannibal.....

"Y/N? Are you feeling well?" Hannibal leans on the doorway of the kitchen.

"We need to leave tonight..." I say. "I know where we can go. My old house is 6 hours away, but it's safe, and it is not on my record..." Hannibal nods.

"Ok then. Me and Norman will be leaving in 15 minutes, and Billy has already gone to get a car... Are you sure you're ok?" He asks me.

I nod my head. "Yeah, yeah...I'm ok," I say, giving him a smile. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom..." I walk past him and go up the wooden stairs. I walk down the hallway, gliding my hand on the wall as I walk. I reach the bathroom and lock the door. I turn to the sink and turn the tap on. I wash my face and turn off the tap. I feel around for a towel and dry my face. Drury Lane...it's been years...............maybe I'm just paranoid...

The door knocks 3 times. "I need to use the toilet..." Brahms says. I open the door and step out.

"Sorry, Brahms..." I say, walking back downstairs. I go into the lounge, and Freddy is crossing his arms and has an annoyed expression. "What's up?" I ask Freddy, sitting down on the couch.

"Hannibal won't get beers..." Freddy says with a grumpy tone.

"Why don't you get off your burnt ass and get some? You look like a beer dad." I say. He glares at me.

"Seen as you're so confident. Why don't you come with me?" He asks, rolling his eyes. I shrug.

"Sure," I say, standing up. "Billy has the car....so we will have to walk... got a mask?" I ask. He sighs before standing up and disappearing into the kitchen. I decided to wait for him by the door. After a minute or so, he appears with a blue mask and his hat on.

"Better?" He asks sarcastically. He reaches for the door knob and opens the door. "I think there's a gas station 10 minutes from here" He says, walking along the road. I stuff my hands into my jacket and walk beside him. 5 minutes go by, and we are dead silent, only a few cars have driven by. It's quiet overall. Peaceful.

"Did I do something?" He asks suddenly. I turn my head, and he has raised his eyebrow. "Since day 1, you have hated my hot ass," He says smirking slightly.

"...more like burnt ass..." I mutter. I sigh loudly to myself as he snaps his head at me. "Look buddy, you tried to kill me in your little dream world of yours... I think we definitely got off on the wrong foot," I say, looking ahead. A red car drives towards us in the distance.

"I was bored..." He says, putting his hands in the pockets of his dark brown pants.

"And what's with that fugly ugly sweater? You know fashion isn't gonna hurt you right?" I say, stepping over a large tree branch.

"It's a gift" He simply says.

"From?"

"My mother..." The red car passes us and we are silent. I can practically feel, the tension suffocate us. "Look" He says pointing at a building. "That's the gas station" he says. We walk into the gas station and go to the alcohol aisle. I look at the shelf and see a couple of cheap whiskeys and beers. I look around and see Freddy looking at some expensive wine. I grab a cheap 6 pack of beers and walk up to him.

"Didn't take you for a wine kinda guy..." I say. "We don't have that much money..." He looks at me confused.

"What kind of guy do I look like them?"

...

"You know those drinks bartenders will light on fire?"

"I KNEW IT!" He yells at me. "YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE!"

"AND YOUR SUCH A PEDO!" I yell back.

"IM NOT A PEDO! THEY JUST SAID THAT IN THE MOVIE!" He yells back.

"...wot?....So you don't like kids? Thats your whole thing man" He sighs and walks past me. I almost feel bad....almost....I look around and see Freddy at the counter. Ugh I can feel my hangover headache coming back again. I rub my temple and walk up, putting the remaining beers up on the counter.

"Alright....that will be $29.99" The cashier says. Freddy reaches in his pocket and pulls out some notes. He has 20 dollars so I take out a 10 dollar note and grab the beers. Freddy and I don't talk at all walking back to the house, but god DAMN. His sweater is HIDEOUS. Clearly wasnt the favourite child. We put the alcohol in the fridge and he goes upstairs. I sit on the couch and close my eyes.

"Y/N?" I open my eyes and see Norman, standing in the door frame. Teleportation. "You ok?" He asks. I pat the couch beside me, and he sits next to me.

"Me and Freddy fought, but......I think I learned something about him that kinda changed my outlook on him......" Norman nods.

"The gay thing?" He asks. I look at him, eyes widen.

"Hes gay!?" I ask.

"Oh uh....was it the whole ex stripper thing?" He asks. Mouth drops. "oh god. IS IT THE MOTHER THING?!" He asks. I nod. "FINALLY! Hes told me as well. I think we all have a past..." Norman looks away and sighs.

"No shit. This house is full of serial killers. What should I do? I think you guys know that Freddy and I haven't been getting along. AT. ALL." He thinks for a moment. He turns back to me.

"Why don't you guys start fresh?" He suggests. "Get rid of your differences. It would be good if you guys get along." I smile at him.

"Thank you, Norman." I hug him tight and stand up.

"Uh yo-your welcome...." He says, a little flustered. I walk to the fridge and get two beers, than I walk up stairs and knock on Freddy's door.

...

"Who is it?" He asks.

"ITS JOHNNY BITCH!......can I come in?" I hear him get off his bed and move to the door. He opens it and sees the two beers in my hands. "I think we need to talk...." He nods and moves out of the way. I walk in and see a chair in the corner of the room. I sit down. "Beer?" I ask. He nods, so I through him one and he catches it.

"So...what do you want?" He asks, opening the beer can.

"Can we start fresh?" I ask.

"Start fresh?" He asks confused.

"Look. I think we misunderstood each other and had a rough start..." I say.

Okay, that's all for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed 😉

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