Slashers x Male Reader Oneshots

|Revenge|Billy Loomis

You spat the blood in your mouth onto the ground beside you. You regained your footing and swung at the man in front of you. He narrowly dodged and sent a right hook into your jaw. 

When you told your parents that you were going out, you didn't expect to be in a stupid fight. But, that's the consequence of trying to pick up another man's girl. It wasn't technically your fault, the prick wasn't around and the lady wasn't giving you any signs of being uncomfortable. And yet, things just couldn't go your way tonight. 

You cursed under your breath as you rubbed the sensitive skin on her jaw. You steadied yourself, deciding to switch teams and play defense. You held your fists in front of your face, preparing for any attacks. Luckily, your waiting paid off as he lunged at you. His limbs flung wildly, trying to hit any exposed area of your protection. You grunted as his fist collided with your forearm. Your nose scrunched as the familiar scent of alcohol clouded your senses. This guy had to be close to blacking out. You now paid closer attention to the way he stumbled and babbled nonsensical words and sounds. This wouldn't be the first drunk you've fought, but unlike the others, he could definitely pack a punch.

You kicked the man in the knee, knocking him to the ground. You took the opportunity to kick the man across the face. Your breath was heavy and labored as you stared down at him. Cheers filled your ears as the man's friends helped him up. He kept stumbling but his gaze was glued to you like a magnet clings to metal.

"I'm done." You grumbled and grabbed your cellphone out of your pocket. You found Billy's number and quickly dialed him, your eyes never leaving the drunk.

"Hello?" Came Billy's from the other side of the line.

"Hey, Billy, I need you to come pick me up." You pulled the phone away from your ear and spill more blood onto the ground.

"Where are you?" You were slightly surprised that he didn't bombard you with questions about your need for a ride and why he was the first person you called.

"Outside Burt's Bar."

"I'll be there in five."

"But it takes fifteen minutes to—" the line went silent, "...drive here." You sighed as you finished your sentence. You walked back into the bar and ordered a refreshing glass of water.

You were close to the bottom of the glass when a car outside the bar started honking rapidly. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly who it was. You rushed outside and threw open the door, quickly getting inside and buckling yourself. Billy didn't say anything as he drove off.

"What happened." You groaned and slumped in your seat, wishing the car ride would remain silent and awkward.

"Nothing." You lied. He slammed on his brakes, making you lunge forward and getting the wind knocked out of you by your seatbelt. "Jesus Christ!" You yelled out in a panik, your heartbeat rapidly picking up pace.

"Don't act like I'm fucking stupid." Billy's voice was a low, almost warning, tone and his fists were clenched around the steering wheel.

"It was just some drunk bastard alright?! Can we just go?" You held your breath, hoping to regulate the clashing emotions inside of you. For the rest of the drive to your house, it was silent; nobody bothered to turn on the radio. When you arrived in front of your home, you unbuckled and got out of the car.

"Hey, be careful, got that?" Billy leaned over to you before you closed the door. You nodded and shut the door, walking to your house and walking inside. Billy drove away with a dark thought in mind. He couldn't let that bastard get away with hurting you. He didn't bring up the bruises that he saw on your body and the dried blood around your mouth. He wouldn't let anyone lay their hands on you (but he had to admit he found it hot when you had blood anywhere on your body). He drove to the Macher house and pounded his fist on the door. Mrs. Macher answered the door, her worried expression disarming as she saw Billy.

"Oh, hello Billy, Stu upstairs in his room." She smiled and allowed the brown haired teen into her house. Billy ran up the stairs and busted through Stu's door, startling the poor guy who was trying to sleep.

"What the fuck man?!" Stu shouted.

"Get your shit, we're going out hunting." Billy said, clearly frustrated.

"Wait, wha–huh?"

"Get your ass out of bed, I'll explain it on the way."

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[Time Skip]
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You turned on the TV as you ate your breakfast, flipping through channels, hoping to find something interesting. You almost choked on your food as your eyes widen in alarm. The man from last night, the man you fought, the drunk, was now dead. "Oh my god..." You muttered, feeling the cold sensation of fear travel through your veins.