Slasher Imagines/Scenarios (mostly NSFW... wink)

Rainy Day in Ambrose

[Hi I am alive (somehow) and thought I'd do a small chapter to keep yall in the loop. I've been really down lately and haven't had the motivation to do really anything, let alone write... But, at the same time, writing does help take my mind off real life. This chapter will be a sad one, cus it's one of those days.]

You've been seeing Bo for a long time now, he's even introduced you to his brother Lester and, with time, his twin Vincent. Vincent and Lester both seem to approve of you being with their brother, but he still tries to hide the romantic side of your relationship from them. When you're alone with him, things are fine; but when one of the other Sinclairs come home, he's distant and inattentive. You can't help but feel he's somehow ashamed of you despite him always boasting about being with you.

It's been raining for the past few days in Ambrose, it started when you came to visit Bo and has kept you there in his house. He doesn't want to drive you home in this weather, the roads flood horrendously when your town is being maintained by three people alone. All three of the Sinclair brothers are home and in the same house, an uncommon occurrence... Normally Vincent is underground sculpting or painting and Lester is out doing god knows what, but today they're both in the same room with you and Bo. You're sitting on the couch next to Bo who has a bottle in his hands- he's had it since you woke up and found him here. Lester and Vincent are in chairs in the living room and you're all attempting to watch TV but it frequently loses signal.

Nobody has said a word or made a move, so you make yours first. You try to gently curl up against Bo's side and under his arm, but he scoots away almost aggressively. It attracts the attention of his brothers and there's an awkward silence and you feel... hurt. You look over at the brothers with a concerned look on your face, a look Lester couldn't read as he sat there oblivious and useless but Vincent heard it loud and clear. He stood up and motioned for Lester to follow- and after a few moments, he reluctantly does, leaving you alone with Bo.

"How much have you had to drink," you asked quietly. He shrugged nonchalantly and kept his eyes down on the bottle. You haven't seen Bo drink very often since you've met him, usually he secludes himself when he does and avoids talking to anyone. You kept your eyes on his own sad droopy eyes, watching them shift slowly from the bottle to his wrists. Those wrists were certainly something... They were scarred horrifically and felt like tin foil, you haven't the slightest idea what the fuck happened to them but you don't dare ask. You see now, though, that whatever it was is still upsetting him.

It's a dangerous move, but you slowly reach to put a finger on his wrist. He flinches slightly and shoots you an angry glance, yanking his wrist away from you. "Are you ever going to tell me what happened?" He huffed and looked away from you. "You know you can tell me Bo," you said softly. After a long silence, he finally turned towards you and set the bottle on the coffee table.

"My mama always liked the other boys better," he grunted. You raised an eyebrow, you always heard him talk so highly of her you assumed they were close. "Thought I was too aggressive and angry, always just wanted me to shut up and be like Vincent." He narrowed his eyes looking down at his mangled wrists.

"Where did the scars come from?" You nuzzled him gently, offering comfort. It didn't seem to help any.

"Sometimes I was a bad kid, so they put me in the timeout chair. Hated that fucking chair, but they made sure I didn't leave it. They'd leave me strapped into it until I stopped being bad." You shuddered at the words strapped in and pictured an electric chair. You couldn't imagine doing that to your own child, playing favorites was already bad enough. You still don't understand though, why does that make him not want to be around you when his brothers are home? He doesn't seem to have any sort of resentment towards them, what is it that makes his mood change?

He was vague but you still understood it was something bad and it was worse than he was letting on... You were quiet but thinking of it intensely and questioning everything. Were his brothers treated the same way when they were bad? What was "being bad"? Did his brothers know about it? You shook your head and laid your head on his shoulder and he didn't flinch away this time, he even pat your head gently until Lester came waltzing back in. He was a sweet boy, but not the best at taking a fucking hint.

Bo popped his head up to see Lester and his entire demeanor changed instantly again. Lester smiled at you and came to sit down next to you, rattling off about his truck or something while Bo stood and grabbed his bottle and left the room. You watched him sadly as he sulked into the kitchen almost hatefully. You couldn't pay much attention to Lester's story and kept nodding your head spaced out. After a few minutes, you hear Bo shout from the kitchen for Lester.

Lester hopped up and bounced into the kitchen with a grin until he saw it sitting in the middle of the tile floor- a metal high chair with leather straps on the armrest... He immediately frowned and looked down almost shameful as Bo stood in front of it, taking a drink. Vincent was standing by the counter trying not to make eye contact with anybody... You stared at the horrible chair and your eyes watered, Lester cleared his throat and quickly made his way to the chair to put it back into hiding. Bo stood there and let him take it, his eyes expressionless and dead. Why is he putting it away? How could he not take a fucking hammer to that thing? Or at the very least, just throw it out?!

"You still... have the chair," you said in confusion and dread. He finished the last drop of the bottle and set it on the counter.

"We don't get rid of Mama's things, that's disrespectful." Finally you understood. Your eyes glazed over as you put the puzzle together in your head- All three boys grew up brainwashed to adore their parents, but Bo was the only one who didn't get the same love and affection his own twin did. He's envious and doesn't even know it because of his loyalty to his abusive parents, what a fucking nightmare relationship...

From the corner of your eye you could see Bo reaching into the fridge for more alchohol, you snapped out of it and walked over to stop him. You gently pulled it away from him and out it back in the fridge, he barely put up a fight. You grabbed his hand and pulled him along out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom, he stayed silent as you opened his door and walked him to his bed. He sat down willingly and you gently nudged him to lay down, taking his shoes off for him and tucking him in. You closed the curtains so it was dark and calm in the room with the sound of rain pattering the house outside.

You climbed into the bed with him and propped yourself up with pillows so he could lay his head on you- which he almost immediately did. You lay there petting his hair gently and humming softly until he dozed off. When you heard snoring, you reached into his pocket to grab his cellphone and opened it up to message Lester. You sent a short message and deleted it so Bo wouldn't know, then slid it back into his pocket. After a few minutes of silence, you heard metal clanking outside and then the old engine of Lester's truck before it drove away, taking the chair with it.

[Sorry to make yall sad, I relate HARD with my baby Bo and having toxic parents that play favorites and I bet a lot of you guys do too. You're not alone babies, sexy slasher mans has problems too T.T I do enjoy writing sad stuff from time to time to sort of vent in a way, I can always make more sad stuff if anybody needs a good refreshing heartache.]