What will happen to me? Slashers x reader

Chapter 6

(Just a little warning this with contain some mature scenes, so if your sensitive to self-harm or suicide them you can skip this)

(Freddy's P.O.V)

I looked at the portals to different people's dreams. There was so many to choose from, but I need to know which one has the weaker mental state so I can get to them so easily. I finally got the last portal of a boy named Samuel Kennedy and his portal showed strength but also a very slim line of mental stability. I smirk knowing that it will be easy to kill him by getting to his mind and make him want to die. 

Entering the portal, I noticed that this dream was a dark street, one street lamp that has a dim lighting, it was raining hard, and the boy was standing underneath the street lamp with his head down. His thoughts surrounded him and I could hear them as clear as water, the thoughts were so sad and depressing, talking about killing himself and cutting. 

With the thoughts coming from his mind, it surprised me that he didn't commit suicide. But anyways I managed to morph the place to my boiler room and I saw he looked up, totally confused. The boy looked around for any sign of me, the one one controlling this dream. I chuckled, my laugh echoed in the boiler room and is that fear I see in his eyes? Oh, this is going to be so much fun. 

I begin to tap the metal pipes with the knives on my glove, making the male's eyes dart from left to right, up and down. I moved from my hiding place and walked down the walkway to the boy with my gloves knives running along the pipes. The boy, who's name is Samuel, looked at me and his eyes showed so much fear making my smirk bigger, going into a crazy smile. 

"Well, well what do we have here? A little-lost lamb?" I said and I saw his mouth move to say something, but no words came out. The fear in his eyes gave me more confidence to kill him and be over with him.

 Samuel's eyes flickered left then right trying to look for an escape away from me, but let's be honest he will never escape me. I felt that he tried to morph his dream to something else too bad that I'm stronger than him by a milestone. 

"Ah, ah, ah you can't change this dream. It's my dream world bitch." I said and lunged at him, my gloved hand going through his chest and ripped my hand back out, creating a giant hole in his chest. 

"Hmm, I can either continue killing people or relax and not deal with whiney little bitches?" I ask myself. I tap my chin with my finger and thought for awhile, but finally decided to just not give a fuck and go to a separate secret room in the boiler room. 

Entering the little room, I looked around it. It's been quite awhile since I've been in here, but it's still the same with a twin bed in the corner, a little table next to it, and a chair in front of a small tv. I sat down in the chair, turned the tv on, and leaned back into the chair listening to the news channel and it seems that they have already found the boy I killed. 

'Well, that was fast.' I thought and closed my eyes, laughing lightly. To be honest, the police are finding my bodies quickly, it's probably because they scream so much and their family, friends, or lover get so worried and call the cops. That makes it all the more fun tho, getting their family all sad and depressed over them then maybe killing the rest of the family, but I want the family to suffer. 

Why I want them to suffer, I have no clue, but if that is what I want then it will happen. Moving on from that, I got up from the chair and turned the small tv off. Taking a glance at the bed I walked out of the room, then opened up more portals waiting to kill even more people. 

~Time Skip~

I killed at least five or six teens and they all were weak minded, but some put up a fight with me and died in the end, their efforts were a waste of time. I went back into the little room and plopped on the bed relaxing my body from the little dumbasses. I sigh because I knew I won't be able to relax that much before I have to kill again. But maybe this time I can just rest and not do anything. 

I closed my eyes, stopped tensing my body, and listened to the silence, it was relaxing, but I got bored so I decided to go out killing again. I opened a few portals and found just the right one, I stepped into the portal, changed the dream to my boiler room, killed the girl by slashing her throat and chest open, then went into a different portal and did the same as last time. 

I swear killing people are the best time killer in the world. The screams of fright, the fear coursing through their veins, horrified expressions, them trying to get away, and then killing them is the most fun I will ever have in my life. Oh, I almost forgot when you stare into their eyes and see their life draining away is so pleasurable. Even when I think about it makes chills up my spine and a smirk on my face. 

But moving on from that I finished my second round of killing and maybe I can start my third, that's most likely gonna be right now or a little later. I'm just gonna do it now because I know I won't later, I'll get too lazy. 

Reopening the portals I saw that one of the portals looked different from the others. I walked up to it and saw that it wasnt the same colors of blue and purple, but of black and gray. This got me curious of who this person was, from this portal I could feel nothing and there was not a name for it. 

I walked into it and saw a tall man standing over a dead body of a girl. I wanted to say something but at the same time, I didn't. My mind was going every which way and I morphed the dream to the boiler room, but it was difficult because at first, it didn't change. 

When I did change it the man looked up and turned around facing me. I can see that he was wearing a hockey mask. 

"Well if it ain't hockey puck."  I said smirking looking at the man, well more like boy to me, in front of me. "Thought I'd never see you again." The only response I got was a grunt and a glare. Jason walked up to me and grabbed the collar of my shirt, looking directly into my eyes then swung his machete into my side.

"YOU MOTHFUCKING LITTLE BITCH!" I yelled and tried to struggle out of his grip, but it didn't work. I could tell he was waking up soon and I don't really want to go to the real world right now. 

"Jason let go right now." I demanded but he shook his fucking head. 'God fucking dammit.' I thought then we both were in the real world with hm still holding. I looked around and noticed there were other people, well killers looking at us. 

"What the fuck are you looking at bitches?" I asked with a slight glare at them all especially Jason who won't let me the fuck go. 

A man with slightly brown hair with hints of gray in it walked up to me and hockey puck. "Now sir I recommend you watch your language before I make you my next meal and Jason can you please put him down?" He asked and Jason dropped me to the ground. I growl and hit him with my glove slashing at his chest. Of course, he didn't really do anything, he just stared at me with his head titled. 

I sigh and asked everyone for their names and once they were done I introduced myself and asked where the hell we are. All the told me was they have no fucking clue, well fan-fucking-tastic. 

'Now what the hell am I supposed to do?' I asked myself. 'I could fight Jason again, but that's too much work.' I just sat down next to Michael and glared at a tree.