The Killers' Nightmare (A Female Creepypastas X Male Reader story)

Chapter 21 | Helping out and an interrogation

Still (Y/N)'s POV
'Shit shit shit shit shit!' I mentally yelled as I heard one of Slenda's tentacles rip through the tape on my door. "Ever heard the term 'don't shoot the messenger'!?" I yelled over my shoulder before literally diving down the stairs.
"(Y/N) get your ass back here!" was all she yelled in response, steadily catching up to me.
"C'mon, Slenda! It's not my fault! I'm literally just the messenger!" I called, hoping she'd eventually stop trying to cleave me in two.
"If you don't stop running, I'm gonna shove seven of these where the sun doesn't shine!" she yelled, her footsteps getting louder and louder by the second.
'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' I mentally panicked, before a large black limb impaled the wall in front of my eyes. "OH FUCK!" I thought aloud.

I turned to face Slenda to see that she had stopped in her tracks, her tentacles had slumped to the floor while she was hunched over, short of breath and panting hard. And that's when I noticed it. There was a waterfall of black blood leaking out from the sling that her broken tentacle rested in. 'This is a bad idea' I thought, slowly approaching her. With every creak of the floorboards beneath my feet, I noticed something else that was wrong with Slenda. She was slightly red faced, her knees were trembling, she wasn't regaining her breath anytime soon and she was almost dripping with sweat. "Slenda?" I asked, the concern in my voice clear as day. "What's... what's wro-"
"AHHHHH!" I was cut off by Slenda screaming in pain, dropping to her knees as she clutched her leaking appendage. "S-son of a..." she grunted as black blood leaked through the gaps of her fingers.
"I'm getting you to Ann" I said as I walked over and picked Slenda up, hoisting her over my shoulder. "And up we go" I grunted, trying to get up the long stair case as fast as possible. "Uhh..." I said as I moved Slenda so she was now resting in both of my arms. "Which room is hers again?" I asked, laughing nervously at the end try and hide my embarrassment.
"Th-that one" Slenda said, pointing at a door with a very shaky arm.
"Of course it's the black one with the red cross" I mumbled in self-annoyance as I hurriedly walked towards the door. Turning to look at Slenda, our eyes met and she gave me a smile. A weak one, but I feel like with what had just happened she was using a lot of the strength she could muster. 'This is all my fault' I thought as I made a final heave towards Ann's door. Slenda didn't weigh a lot, but trying to carry a more-or-less crippled 8 foot tall woman up a flight of stairs and down a long hallway wouldn't be an easy task for anyone.

With Slenda still in my arms, I angled myself and knocked on Ann's door. It let out a loud *THUMP THUMP THUMP* before I spoke up, doing my best to get the medic's attention. "Ann, I need some help out here!" I yelled, setting Slenda down and trying to help her stand upright. But there was no response, so I decided to knock again. *THUMP THUMP THUMP* "Ann! C'mon, this is serious!" I yelled, hoping to get her attention. Once again, no response. *THUMP THUMP* "ANN!" I yelled, my patience steadily thinning. *THUMP THUMP* "GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, SLENDA NEEDS HELP!" I added, hoping a name and an increase in volume would spark a reaction. But I was wrong. "Fine then..." I muttered under my breath, taking a step back. "KNOCK KNOCK, DOC" I yelled, kicking the door wide open. "ANN! WHERE IN THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" I yelled as soon as I stepped in the door.
"Please don't yell when I'm right here" a voice said from the shadows.
"I'M GONNA YELL WHEN THERE'S A PROBLEM!" I frustratedly yelled, pointing at Slenda.
"Alright, set her on the bed" the voice said, walking out of the shadows and confirming it was Ann.
"Alright" I said simply, complying with the expert.
"Now..." she began as she turned towards me. "Shoo" she said, making a motion as if she was trying to fan me away with her hand. I just stood there, dumbfounded.
"Really?" I sighed.
"I told you, shoo. Doctor's orders" she said, reaching into her bag before beginning to help Slenda.
"Alright... even though you're a nurse..." I mumbled as I walked out, shutting the door behind me as I heard a chainsaw rev followed by some angry stomps coming in my direction. And then... I walked back to my room. But not before looking back at the hall and sighing. "Looks like I'm cleaning this up" I said under my breath chuckling slightly. 'And the blood downstairs too...' I recalled, remembering how far Slenda had chased me.
'Haha! Little bitch needs to clean up the house' Nightmare teased.
"Uh-huh" I said simply, walking downstairs and looking for some form of cleaning supplies.