What will happen to me? Slashers x reader

Chapter 3

(Norman's P.O.V)

I was in my bedroom in the house next to the motel that I own. I sign and go to the motel because since I do own it, I must run it and take care of it. While walking inside, I took my place behind the front desk awaiting any new people that will need a room. I waited patiently for someone wanting a room and while I was smoothing out my sweater a male's voice yelled out to me.

"HEY UGLY I NEED A ROOM!" He said, well more like screamed, but what he said didn't bother me because it wasn't me that was ugly. 

"O-oh ok-k. C-can you p-please sign y-your name?" I asked nicely, unlike that pathetic excuse of a man. 

"Yeah, sure, whatever man." The man said and signed his name. 

'Hmm...Robert Schmit.' I thought as my eyes began to scan his name over and over. I stopped when a loud bang came from right in front of me and looking up I see the guy harshly glaring at me with a look of impatientness on his face. 

"Are you gonna give me a fucking room key or not?!" He yelled in my face. My face twisted in disgust, he had the worst bad breath I had ever smelt before. 

"O-of course s-sir." I said, then walked behind me grabbing a room key from the board that held many different available room keys. Turning to the rotten thing known as a 'man'. 

"Here i-is your room k-key sir." I said reaching my arm and hand that held the key towards him. He took the key from my hand roughly and he seemed very heated about me being slow to him I'm guessing. 

"Thanks for nothing kid." I flinched and got slightly mad at this statement. Looking at the key in his hand I read the number of the room he'll be staying at. It's a shame that I will have to dispose of him, my mother was going crazy from the way he was being very disrespectful towards me and she's planning on taking over tonight. 

He was already settled into his room that night, Norma took over my mind unexpectedly and couldn't be happier when the thought of killing the disrespectful man, but how to kill him? Slit his throat? Stab him repeatedly? Make it look like he 'slipped' down the stairs and he broke his neck? There are so many possibilities in killing people it's just so pleasurable when seeing their life drain away, their hopes and dreams with it. Just like tonight, he will be dreaming forever. A wide smirk present on Norman's face because of Norma.

~Time Skip~

'Ah, it's finally time to kill that little pathetic piece of crap.' Norma thought.

(Norma's P.O.V)

I went to the kitchen and grabbed the largest butchers knife I could find. Once the knife was in my hand, I looked at its shiny sharp blade and traced my finger across it. Cool metal was met with my fingertips and a reflection of Norman's face in the blade, but now I must get rid of that disgrace.

Walking out of the kitchen, then up the stairs to the guy's room, I gripped the knife tightly and my other hand reached towards the handle.  Grasping the handle I turned it and realized the idiot forgot to lock his door, which made me smirk to myself. I walking into the room and stood on the side of his bed next to him. 

When I was next to him I put my hand over his mouth and surprisingly he didn't wake up. I raised the knife above my head and slammed the blade into his stomach. This action caused him to wake up and scream into my hand, muffling the sound. I kept stabbing him until he wasn't moving and screaming anymore, but even when he did I continued to stab him to release any anger that was still there. 

I stopped stabbing him, my breathing was heavy, and my grip on the knife was so tight that my knuckles turned white. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to try and calm my nerves, when I opened them I saw the bloody mess that I made. Blood pooling from his wounds onto the sheets, the cuts seemed to only hit his stomach, and with how much I stabbed him and only hitting one spot, it opened him up enough to see his insides. 

'I need to bury him where no one can find.' I thought and put the bloody knife in the waistband of my pants. I wrapped him in the bloody blanket and sheets, then pulled him to the door, and next I peeked out the door just to make sure no one decided to wake up or wander around. No one was which is good because it makes it easier for me to the thing I need to do and then I wouldn't need to kill anyone else.

Pulling his body down the hallway, then the stairs, and finally to the back door of the hotel. I was surprised no blood seeped through the sheets and made a blood trail, but that was good because we don't want to be caught now do we? 

I dropped his feet on the ground and grabbed a shovel that was leaning on the side of the motel. Walking to a secluded place to where he can be buried without being found. Finding the perfect spot I dug a hole to the traditional 6 feet and walked back to get his body. Grabbing him by his feet again, I dragged him to the spot I dug and threw him into the hole. I grabbed the shovel again and started to bring the dirt back onto his body. Then when I was done, I put leaves and sticks over the grave so it didn't look like a body was buried they. 

"What a shame, if you didn't have to be so mean to me boy then I wouldn't have killed you." I said then turned away walking back to the motel to clean up.

~Time Skip~

'Ah finally done with cleaning.' I thought and walked out of the room closing the door behind me. Then I walked to the house next to the motel and into Norman's room. Laying down on the bed I closed my eyes and feel asleep, but also letting Norman back in control. 

(Norman's P.O.V)

'I'm guessing Norma took control.' I thought with looking at my hands that had dirt and dried blood on them. I sign and walk into the small bathroom washing my hands then drying them with the small towel next to the sink. Walking out of my room, I walked back to the motel, But when I walked through the door it seemed that I walked into a different dimension. In the middle of it, I somehow passed out and engulfed in darkness. 

I groan and sit up off the ground, rubbing the back of my head. Opening my eyes I was met with two very tall and built guys staring at me. One was wearing a mechanics suit, white mask, brown shoes, and a knife next to his side, while the other one had on a very damaged green jacket, a black ripped undershirt, a dirty and worn hockey mask, black gloves, worn black jeans, black combat boots, and then a machete in his hand. I gulped slightly and waved.

"H-hello." I said nervously, not knowing if they will harm me or not.

"Hi." The guy in the white mask said and the guy with the hockey mask waved.

"Wh-where are w-we and what's your n-names? I'm Norman Bates." I asked confused and fully stood up.

"I'm Michael Myers and that's Jason Voorhees. We don't know where we are either." Michael said and put his hand down from pointing at Jason. I nodded and looked around. 

'What's gonna happen next?' I asked myself.