when blood sheds (yandere slashers×reader)

chop chop slide

TW!!!! gore. Swearing. Yelling. Self harm...oh who am I kidding this is a slashers book. Yall know what you signed up for

Also I'm using RZ Michael myers for this book. I haven't seen eny other Halloween movie than that one bc I didnt have time to watch em also he's gonna talk but not much k 😭 I have watched the hannibal series though so yay.

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I hit him again. And again. And again. The blood driping from my hands as he screams in agony and yells of help and please as I bash his head against the floor. My hands grip is hair tightly to insure I don't loose my grip on him. But I don't feel eny remorse. Eny guilt. Or even discuss. I didn't feel a thing for him. It angers me but i can't feel. Its like someone is choking me. I want to feel something so bad. It hurts. It hurts so much...and so does he.

Blood pools from his head. I hear yelling of all kind. Happiness. Excitement. Anger. Sadness. All of it.

I stop and reach my hands over his face my thumbs digging into his eyes making a satisfing swelch sound. The noise could make someone's stomach turn in discuss. Like someone dragging there nails on a chalk board.

He screams as blood runs down his face more. I pull out my thumbs now coated in his blood and move down to his neck. Using a makeshift knife I got from Danny. OK maybe stole but same thing.

I slit his throat. He gurgles as he chokes on his blood and I grab his skin pulling it upwards and over his face skinning his face halfway till I find it to hard for me to pull and I let go. Leaving half of his face ripped off.

I go to do more but I feel someone grabs my arms and cuff me as im thrown to the ground and piled on. But I let it happen. I let them take me.. I let them lead me as I just stare ahead. My eyes lifeless of eny feeling or emotion.

They throw me down and into my room and yell something at me. I don't listen though. Why should I? I don't respect them. I don't care about them. They don't mean enything to me so why listen?

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(The magic of a FlAsH bAcK
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I sit at the table with Danny. Hannibal. Will. Michael. Stu and Billy again, Danny next to me on my right, stu opisite me with Billy on his left opisite Danny, Michael on the end hannibal next to me on my left with will next to him. I was siting But, I wasn't eating. Just staring at the table. My fork in hand but not moving. I wasnt moving at all. My head was spinning and I had this ugly feeling in my chest. It made me want to cry, to scream cry and bash my head against a wall. To beg for it to go away. But I couldn't move. I was frozen. I couldn't feel enything. No sadness. No anger. No happiness. No fear. Nothing.

I feel danny tap my sholder and say something but I couldn't hear him. I didnt move. My eyes not moving from there spot. I just wanted to..to do something. I wanted to hurt someone. Oh fuck I really wanted to hit someone. Just to hit them over and over and over again lord I craved it. I needed it so bad. But as danny turns my head to him snapping me out my trance I let out a small breath I didnt know I was holding.

"(Y/N)! Fucking hell doll you alright? You looked dead."

He speaks. He sounded..not disturbed more confused with a hint of worry. But I don't think it was for what I thought.

"Yes he is right dear. You did look very out of it.. are you alright?"

I hear hannibal ask me and place and gentle hand on my sholder. I look at my lap and nod putting on a smile