(Slashers x Reader x DeadByDaylight) Oneshots+Imagines

Pennywise x Reader | Damn Clowns

Pennywise x Slasher! Reader
So like I'm just doing a short drabble to get back into/ because I'm bored, idek know it's almost 12 I have skewl tomorrow but f*ck it I'm bored and want to write about weird clowns and teenage girls. Wow I'm going to take that sentence back and forget it.

-new sentence. Im going to write about annoying clowns and killer gurls. That's better, less creepy.
Also teeny tiny bit of Patrick x Reader if you smell real hard 👌🏼👁👄👁

"Literally f*ck off." Ah what a pleasant way to start a Friday morning, usually you had an unspoken rule of 'don't talk for 20 minutes minimum after getting out of bed' but I guess today was an exception as a particular piece of shit was splitting your head open in two.

"Ah she speaks. That's new what happened to the 'no talking for 20 minutes after getting up' rule? You're not even out of bed yet." The annoying clown spoke in a mocking tone to piss off the girl even more.

"I made an exception when you decided to be a f*ckhead aND POP A SHIT TON OF BALLOONS RIGHT NEXT TO MY EAR!" She yelled exaggerating her tone. "I was literally piss drunk last night 'til 3 in the morning and you decide to f*cking do this at," she paused to look at the digital clock on her bedside table, "f*cking 7 in the morning! Do you not understand the concept of a hangover!?" To say she was annoyed was sugarcoating, to say she was pissed would be fair enough, but to say she would've like to bash that damn clowns head in with her baseball bat would've been right on the target as that's exactly what she was fantasising about at the moment.

"I'm giving you half a second to get the f*ck out of my room before I break that empty skull of yours, Pennywise." To this he merely laughed, a stupid waste of his half second as you had quickly grabbed your bat (which was always next to you when you slept) and without a seconds hesitation kicked him away from your bed before jumping up to beat the living shit out of him.

"Hahaha you understand I don't have a skull right? This isn't even my real form, it's just something I came up with to scare your kind." Of course you knew that, Penny wasn't human, he wasn't even a human ghost. You're theory was that he was either an alien or a demon but both were freaky. Either way that didn't stop your overwhelming rage for the clown. First he woke you up, second he gave you an agonising headache, third he woke you up at motherf*cking 7 in the morning, bitch is going down.

"Do I f*cking look like I give a shit? You're getting beat and I don't care if you don't feel it I just want to break something alive right now."

~Five Minutes Later~

"PENNYWISE GET YOUR PALE ASS BACK HERE NOW!" You roared as you chased him down the hallways. The stupid clown kept slowing down so you'd catch up and as soon as you'd swing your bat he'd sprint away in a flash like muthafuckin Sonic the Goddamn hedgehog. He was obviously doing it just to tease and piss you off even more and damn was it working.

"I AM GOING TO F*CKING GUT YOU WHEN I CATCH YOU!" You'd like to think you were a fairly level-headed person, but this seemed to be an exception as the combination of your hangover, early wake up and failier towards catching the clown caused you to feel such an anger that you hadn't felt since the night you first became a slasher. Gotta give him props for getting you that pissed though.

'This is it' you thought as you caught up to him, 'he's not avoiding this one' you raised your bat once more before letting it down with incredible speed that even the damn clown couldn't avoid. But of course the universe and it's f*cking unfairness had to ruin it by placing a convenient sleeping Jason in the hallway that you hadn't noticed right where you placed your foot, causing you to lose balance and fall backwards with a loud crash and a quieter crack coming from your head as you hit your precious cranium on the cold floor.

You opened your eyes after the impact, but could barely see anything as your vision was completely blurred with black dots on the edges of your sight. You could barely hear the urgent and anxious noise Jason seemed to make after noticing your current state. Slowly your vision got better (though still a bit blurred) and your hearing was fixed. You slowly sat up from the hard tiled floor with a hand on the back of your head and a groan. The agonising hangover headache was now multipled by the largest conceivable number your could think of at the moment, which was only 1074 in your delirious state.

Jason crouched next to you on the floor urgently checking your head and letting out a few muffled noises everynow and then from anxiety and worry. He concluded you most likely had a concussion from the hit.

"Jason... Why the f*ck were you sleeping... On the floor." You're speech was slow and a teeny bit slurred from your supposed concussion. Other than that you swore at Jason which you had never done to him as he was a literal man-child. Clearly your mangled mind couldn't comprehend that fact at the moment though. Jason lowered his head in shame, almost like a puppy, or more like a little kid who knew he made a big mistake. He obviously didn't answer but he did gently pick you up, placing you on his back like a piggy-back, before quickly but carefully rushing towards the kitchen where Patrick was. Patrick was probably the best choice to help you out right now.

"!!!!" Jason let out a loud grunt to gain Patricks attention as he entered the living room. Gaining not only Patricks attention but also Johns and Kayako's. As soon as Jason showed your unconscious state Patrick jumped up from the couch to quickly take you from Jason. "What happened!?" Instead of answering though Jason just let out a jumbled sentence of grunts and whimpers. Of course, he couldn't talk...

"The back of her heads bleeding, Patrick." John noted in his raspy voice. "She may have a concussion, take her to my lab." Patrick nodded, carrying you bridal style towards John and Amanda's shared room, which was actually a replica of the large warehouse they worked in. Placing you down on your chest onto the same hospital bed John 'died' on, he began examining the back of your head to first find the source of bleeding.

*Time skip nerdy doctor stuff no one cares booooooooo* *im not bored ur bored* *botch*

"So you're telling me, you were passed out in the hallway from last night, and while (Name) was chasing Pennywise she tripped over you, causing her to fall backwards onto her head." Jason nodded his head lowly with shame as Patrick repeated the story that Jason had told him through wild hand signals. Patrick sighed in response. "Relax Jason I'm more frustrated with Pennywise than I am with you. I could hear her yelling at him earlier, he probably started this whole mess."

After hearing that Jason calmed down a bit, and decided to ride out the rest of his hangover in his own room. So with that he headed off towards the exit for the lab. Patrick glanced over at you. He had cleaned the back of your head and wrapped it tightly with bandages. He left a packet of endone next to your bed just in case your headache was still there.

Patrick noticed you starting to stir before you slowly sat up. Your eyes were barely half open and you had raccoon rings around your eyes. You wanted to drown at the moment, anything but this brain splitting headache, please God, you mentally prayed

"Good, you're awake." You turned your head to the right from where Patricks voice was coming from. "Not even 7:30 and I already had a sobbing Jason freaking out over you." He commented dryly, clear annoyance in his tone. Patrick saw himself as a sort of older brother to you, for some reason he thought it was necessary for him to baby you and 'take care' of you. Don't get me wrong you appreciated it but it just wasn't necessary. You didn't like him butting into every situation that involved you. He stuck his nose where it didn't belong and you were sure he'd have a lot to say about this situation.

"Do you understand how irresponsible you are sometimes? Honestly who else manages to cause so much commotion so early in the morning? I have better things to do than treat your every wound you know." He spoke arrogantly and superior. Like he was so far above you when in reality he wasn't. One of the things you hated the most was people thinking they were better than others, but at the same time you also despised being ungrateful.

"I appreciate you for treating my wounds and I apologise for any inconvenience I caused you, but I assure you I'm fine now and no longer need your help." You spoke in a cold, critical voice. As if you were speaking to a colleague at work.