𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 |slasher|

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 11

The workers delicately placed each plate in front of the individuals sitting around the long table.

Looking up Y/n began to stare at the masked man who didn't seem to have moved yet, he just stared down at the plate as his jet-black hair draped itself over his wax mask.

Not too long later.

The sound of cutlery echoed as people began to dig into their meals.

Being brought out of her daze, loud smacking and chewing overran her hearing, Y/ns's face scrunched up as she slowly looked over to the burnt man next to her.

He stuffed his mouth as if it were his last meal, he ate with his mouth open, and small specs of food fell out of his mouth due to his carelessness.

Y/n slightly scotted over in her chair trying to be as far as possible from the ill-mannered "man" sitting next to her.

Y/n looked across the table once more, her eyes landing back on Vincent.

unbeknownst to her, Carrie stared down at Y/ns plate, her eyebrows knitted toghther as if she were entangled in her thoughts.

Taking in a sharp inhale, she looked back down at her plate and slowly picked up her fork, and began poking and prodding at the meat Hannibal personally prepared.

Vincent placed his hands on the table before he stood up, the chair made a piercing screech comparable to nails on a chalkboard.

The delicate music stopped for a split second, the small group of people holding classical instruments had been startled by the noise and the violinist stopped causing the rest of the group to follow.

Vincent left the dining hall, with his plate of food, which was somewhat expected from someone like him.

He was wearing a mask after all, Y/n highly doubted he'd take it off, especially around her, maybe it was a trust thing with him, maybe he'd come around eventually.

Or atleast Y/n hoped he would, she really needed as many raises as possible, the more money, the faster she could get out of this strange castle-like mansion.

Looking down at her plate, Y/n didn't have much of an appetite after Freedys filthy eating.

Sighing, Y/n decided maybe she'd eat her meal later that night, she'd just put it in the refrigerator and hope for the best.

Rasing her head.

Looking around the table, a majority of the plates were nearly empty, it seemed they really enjoyed the meal tonight, so much so that Stu began licking the plate clean while Billy watched in disgust.

Scooting her plate away, Y/n recognized a melody that sounded so familiar but distant.

Squinting and listening closer, she realized what song was playing.

Waltz of the Flowers, by Tchaikovsky.

All of a sudden a wave of nostalgia rolled in, huge suffocating. Y/n thought back on Christmas nights when she was nothing but a little girl.

Dancing with her father while her relatives watched and circled them, drunk and cheering. As tears brimmed her mother's eyes at how proud she was of her daughter.

The small memory brought Y/n joy, but subconsciously she began to smile, thinking back at a once-forgotten memory. That smile faded as she thought to herself once more contouring into a grin at how clever she was.

Slowly turning her body towards Carrie she lightly brought up "You said you never ball danced before?"

Carrie thought for a second before her face lit up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear she shook her head.

Raising from her seat Y/n made sure not to drag the chair against the freshly polished floor as Vincent did before.

Carrie shyly stood up too as her eyes flicked around hoping nobody was staring at her.

Y/n was used to attention being her, the same couldn't be said for Carrie.

Pushing their chairs in Carrie smoothed out the dress she was wearing self-conscious about every little detail about herself.

She started to regret bringing up the ballroom topic, anxious over the whole situation, letting her fear take hold of her, she began to speak but. Nothing seemed to come out as she saw how Y/n looked at her.

"Is there something wrong?" Y/n questioned.

"Um, no, nothing at all?" Carrie replied quickly as if she wasn't sure about the words coming out of her mouth.

"It'll be fine, you're dancing with a professional after all" Y/n teased as she interlocked their arms walking over to a spacious area.

Untangling their arms Y/n grabbed onto Carrie's hands with the gentleness you'd show a frail injured animal.

Y/n had the idea in her head that if she got on everyone's good side she'd for sure get some sort of benefits out of it.

Though some would consider her generosity as fake and her taking advantage of the kind, Y/n just saw it as nothing out of the ordinary.

Carries clammy slender hands with freckles sprinkled all over them held onto Y/ns, and their eyes met, Carrie's eyes only lingered for a split second though.

Y/n softly began counting to three finding any sort of beat to follow along to.

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Hey guys! I just wanted to quickly put another part out, Ive been in a good mood lately, mostly because I've developed a shopping addiction but that's beside the point, I know this part is simple but that's because I like to stall a bit lol.