Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

Knock knock

You froze for a moment, already knowing who it was, Reluctantly, you got up, slowly making your way over to the phone, each step feeling heavier than the last. With a deep breath, you picked up the receiver and held it to your ear.

"Hello, pretty boy," the familiar voice drawled, smooth and taunting. "Did you miss me?"

You clenched your jaw, already annoyed. "What the hell do you want?"

A low chuckle rumbled on the other end. "Oh, come on. Is that any way to talk to someone who's just looking out for you?"

You scoffed. "Looking out for me? You stabbed me, asshole."

"Details, details," Ghostface mused. "I could've done worse, cupcake. Besides, don't tell me you're still upset over that little scratch. I thought you'd be tougher than that."

"Shut the hell up," you snapped, your patience wearing thin. "What's your problem, huh? Got nothing better to do than call and harass me? Maybe you should get a life instead of playing dress-up and chasing people with knives, you freak."

There was silence for a moment, and you thought, for a split second, that you might've actually shut him up. But then, the cold, mocking voice returned, dripping with amusement.

"I'll GUT you just like I did with Casey if you don't learn to keep that pretty little mouth shut," he hissed, his tone suddenly dark and menacing.

"Yeah?" you said "just leave me alone. You think you're all-powerful with your mask and knife, but you're just a coward hiding behind a mask."

Another low chuckle echoed in your ear. "Oh, sweetheart...you're so much fun to mess with. But I'd be careful if I were you. You wouldn't want me to pay you another visit, would you?"

As if on cue, a sharp, resounding knock echoed through your house, reverberating through the walls. Your blood ran cold, and your eyes darted toward the front door.

"Guess who's here," Ghostface whispered, his voice low and threatening.

You spun around, adrenaline surging through you as the knock at the door echoed in the stillness of the room. His mocking voice dripped with amusement on the other end of the line. "What's the matter, baby? Not going to answer? I promise I don't bite... hard."

Your heart raced, the tension tightening in your chest. But before you could respond, a shadow flitted past your window, followed by the unmistakable figure of Ghostface lunging toward it.

You barely had time to process the sight before he crashed against the glass, the mask reflecting the dim light from inside your house.

Panic surged through you as you sprinted for the door, but he was quicker. In one swift motion, he grabbed your arm and yanked you down, pinning you against the floor.

You struggled against his hold, but he chuckled, the sound low and predatory. You could almost feel the smirk behind that mask, a twisted satisfaction in his voice.

"I didn't want to hurt you today," he said, leaning closer. "Just thought I'd teach you a little lesson."

Before you could process his words, he raised the mask just enough to expose his mouth, and then, to your horror, he licked your neck, the coldness of his tongue sending a shiver down your spine. "See? Just a little taste," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

You squirmed beneath him, your instincts screaming for you to escape. "Get off me!" you yelled, anger rising to drown out the fear. "You think this is funny? This is sick!"

He laughed, a dark, echoing sound that filled the room. "Sick? Maybe. But it's also a thrill, isn't it? You're the one who's still alive, and I get to play with you."

"You're nothing but a bitch ass cunt hiding behind a mask..." You mumbled

His laughter faltered for a moment, a glint of irritation flickering in his voice. "Careful, Y/n. That attitude could get you hurt." He laughed

His laughter echoed through the receiver, dark and playful. "I love a man who can keep a secret. But how long can you keep this one, huh? How long before you crack?"

You didn't respond, your heart hammering in your chest.

"Cat got your tongue?" he taunted. "I know you're scared, cupcake. But don't worry... I won't let anyone else hurt you. That's my job, after all."

There was a pause, and you heard him inhale softly, as if savoring your silence. "You won't tell anyone about this, will you?"

You tried to steady your breathing, searching for the strength to respond. "No." You lied

His chuckle sent shivers down your spine. "Good boy. See? I knew you'd listen. You always do."

He leaned in and pressed a kiss against your neck, his lips warm against your skin.

With surprising gentleness he pulled you up into a sitting position, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. It was an intimate hold, one that made your heart race for all the wrong reasons.

you could feel the heat radiating from his body, his heart pounding steadily against your back. It was both lterrifying and disorienting.

The mask was still obscuring his face, but you could sense his smirk, the satisfaction in having you exactly where he wanted.

"Just relax," he murmured, resting his head on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. "Go to bed."

he covered your eyes with his hand, plunging you into darkness. Panic gripped you, but before you could scream or thrash, a sharp pain shot through your head as he knocked you out.

The world faded away, the last thing you felt was his body pressing against yours, a chilling mixture of danger and something eerily intimate. As consciousness slipped from your grasp, the last remnants of your thoughts were drowned out by the looming dread of what was to come.