Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Freddy Krueger x reader (part 3)

"Okay (Y/N), you know that I don't want you kids doing any drugs, Drink or hire a fireman stripper. Got it?" Your mom said jokingly as you drove on the road, out of Elm street. She didn't really care if you did the things she listed, as long as you had fun, it was cool by her. "Yeah mom. We'll just have a beer and talk. Don't worry." You said with a smile, hugging your bag slightly. In it, was your sketchbook that was now almost overflowing with sketches of the dream demon. In the bag was also some clothes, phone and stuff like that. You arrived in front of your friends house and got out, saying one last bye to mom. You walked up to your friends house and ringed the bell. You waited for the brown door to open. They soon did and when you looked up to the person, you almost got a heart attack.

You saw a person who was wearing a striped sweater and your tired brain made you think it's Freddy Krueger again, coming to haunt you. You sighed in relief as you relized that it's just your friend, wearing the sweater. "Jesus you scared me!" You smiled and gave your smaller friend a hug. "Oh god do I look that bad?" She giggled and hugged you back. You guys went to her house and she closed the door behind you. "So whaddaya wanna do?She asked as she headed to her room, with you not far behind. "Well I was kinda thinking you had something prepared" you giggled a bit. She opened the door to her room and you imidiately saw another one of your friends sitting on a bean bag of hers. "You didn't tell me that we're having the pothead over" you smiled and pointed towards Max who's eyes were red and wide open.

Max was an... Okay guy. He had messy, medium lenght, black hair and eyes that were usualy reder than the soviet flag, with his voice being usualy raspy. His face had a little scar on his left cheek but other than that? He wasn't a bad looker. A cool guy but he was eighter high or asleep when you saw him. If he wasn't like this, then something was wrong.
"Hey man." he said, his voice raspy as usual and his eyes still starring in that one spot on the white carpet. "Hey Max" you greeted back with some sarcasm in your voice and turned to your friend "So what do you guys wanna do?"

Timeskip to night time cause everyone wants to see Fred anyway~
You guys were in your pajamas and just sort of chatting in the living room, late in the night, having a good laugh here and there. You had popcorn and watched some horror movies. Soon after about six or seven horrors, Max the poor thing, was already passing out. Misha was laying with her back on his stomach, arms crossed and eyes shut. She sometimes sighed calmly from her sleep. You were quietly drawing again, having those two as posers. You mostly...drew Fred again. Would he still be in your dreams? Why the hell did you dream of this random man you've never met? And most importantly...why, in the name of everloving, motherfucking, shit was he on your mind so much? He was in the back of your head the entire day. The way he spoke to you, what he said...even the way he looked intrigued you. If you'd dream of him again, you have to ask him who he really is.

With this plan in your mind, you laid down your sketches, and slowly began falling into a dream. You woke up in...a warm room...The floor was hard like stone and the sound of steam could be heard as well. You opened your eyes to be met with the red color of the boiler room once again! You were pretty happy to be here, you had to ask Fred at least one question, even if it kills you. You slowly sat up from your laying form to look around and see...Max? Max and Misha? They were both laying on the floor, still sleeping. You crawled on four towards them and started shaking them awake. "Guys guys! You have to see this!" They both let out a grunt and looked towards you. "de fack man..." Max murmured. "Ammai high again?..."
"No Max. We're all sharing a dream. How cool is that?" You said, sounding quite exited. "Wait...What?" Misha asked, rubbing her eye. You eneded up explaining a lot of things to them about shared dreams and at the end, even your Freddy Krueger guy.
"Wait man...WHO?" Max yelled as he got up quickly, stumbling back. "A guy named Freddy Krueger visited me in my dreams" you repeated quietly, like it's no big thing. Misha was just looking back and forth between you two. "Oooohmygodmygod" Max said, walking in circles and panicking. "Max, what's up?" Misha asked, sounding very concerned. "Do you nOT KNOW WHO FREDDY KRUEGER IS?!" He suddenly screamed at you two. "KRUEGER IS A FUCKING KID KILLER FROM THE ELM STREET, HE GOT KILLED ABOUT I DON'T KNOW HOW MANY YEARS AGO WHEN THE PARENTS OF THE KIDS FOUND OUT AND NOW HE WALKS AROUND PEOPLES DREAMS AS A DREAM DEMON ON ELM STREET AND KILLS THEM IN THEIR SLEEP WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE MAN!!!" after this long scream he took a very, very, very long inhale. Misha just stared at him with a scared expression. "Max...?" She asked quietly. "WHAT?-" he screamed back, cutting the last piece of the word away. "I...my back..." Max reached to his back his eyes soon widening, and filling with... tears? He was crying. You all looked down to his white shirt, that was now turning dark red. It was absolutely soaked in blood. His numb body fell to the ground, revealing the cause of his death. The dream demon stood behind him, shaking his claws clean of blood. "Oh fuCKING SHIT!!" Misha screamed, grabbed your hand and yanked you foward. You guys started running away from Krueger as fast as you could go. Here and there you threw looks behind you to see if he's following. And oh boy he was. It was like he was teleporting every time you'd turn your gaze away.

"(Y/N) Quickly, get up theese stairs!" Your best friend said while pushing you up some stairs you guys found. When you both crawled out of the basement, cold air hit you. The place you were in looked like a...a kindergarden? That or at least a tiny school. Random pieces of ash could be seen falling from the celing as if a great fire has happened somewhere. "I think...I think we lost 'em..." Misha said in between her pants. "What the hell do we do...What do we do now?" She asked furrowing her eyebrows with some fear acompanying her voice. "We have to wake up. I don't know how but we have to" you began explaining the situation while you passed the school area slowly, trying to find an exit of some sort. It seemed as if the school was infinite, all along the walls and ground was dried blood, sometimes with little children drawings and crafts of all sorts. Your friend followed behind you as you explored the place, untill...she didn't. You stopped hearing her footsteps and her breathing got distant. You turned around to see if she was there but...You were met with only a long, red, hallway that had a couple of big red pools on the ground where Misha used to stand. "She woke up..." You whispered to yourself. She left you all alone in here... "Now that we have time for ourselves my little kitten..." You heard that loud booming voice again...Freddy.

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Sorry if there are any heavy mistakes in this one :(