Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Ghost face x reader

New school, yay! Or... That's what your other students thought as you rode in the large yellow bus filled with kids you don't know... A new place to study might be a fun thing for someone. For others it may be stressful. And for some it's just annoying. You had all three of those emotions mixed like spaghetti. On one side you're gonna meet new people and see nice new things. But of course there is a downside, like to everything. What if the new kids bully you? What if the teachers are weird? What if...
There is a lot of bad you can name out. A lot more than good. That's normal and will always happen. You sighed as you looked at your watch. The driver really stopped for some late kids? That's new... You looked out the window to see the nice american streets. Green grass, white picket fences and beautiful little houses. It was nice. Woodsboro was nice...
Exept for that fucked up feeling. It was faint but you had it. Like someone stared at you from the back of the bus. When you peeked out and looked, noone was. Everyone was eighter sleeping or talking to each other. Noone was staring.

The late kids got in the bus and one of them aproached you imidiately. A girl. "Hey, this seat taken?" The black hair pointed to the blue seat next to you. "Ye- I mean no. It's... it's good" you stuttered out. You didn't expect to get asked a question and so you stuttered a bit. She smiled in response and sat next to you, legs into the isle, back to you, talking to her oiends who were already here. You continued your looks out the window before the bus started moving again. Now probably stopping for noone.

Timeskip to school
You followed your new teacher along with your fellow students in the school halls, looking around as he showed you places and explained rules. This place was really like everyone said! There were the good old metal lockers that a nerd would get slammed into by the jock, there were the little water fountains that everyone would break, heck even the classrooms looked good! You were kinda exited to study here. Well... at least for a couple of days before you start hating school life again. The kids that were in the school before your class came in, looked at you guys funny. They spoke in hushed tones and threw their looks at the bitchy gals. You didn't mind though... It's not like you came here to find a freaking boyfriend.

When the teacher was done explaining the rules, he brought you over to a cabinet and gave you your books. A thing most students won't even bring... The teacher, Mr. Sich, let you stay here, and get comfortable in your new classroom for just two lasting hours. During that time you decided to rather sit in the back and gaze into your phone. I mean...What else is there to do? You also wondered, who would be seated by you? A populal bitch girl? A shampoohead boy? Let's just...hope that it won't be neighter...

The bell finnaly rang. God it felt like forever. The feeling of being watched by other students wasn't helping the time pass. Some of the "older" guys would come into your class, throw hands with your kids and then make friends. It was kidna adorible to watch them socialize and interact. You learned a couple of names although...You couldn't put the finger on who is who. No matter, you'll learn. The bad thing that happened as you were in the new place was... Mr. Sich aparently loved to welcome new students...He wished your class good luck and fortune so many times before he actualy dismised you, that it made you miss your god damn bus. Everyone was visibly annoyed that they had to walk, and you? You were internaly screaming. It means you have to take a walk around the unknown streets of Woodsboro and find your house somehow. Fun! Well, at least the place is safe... haven't heard any reports of rape or murder since who knows when.

10 minute walk later
Ugh finaly! Theres that motherfucking house of yours. Took you long enough to find it... motherfucker didn't even make a sound...
The well recognizable feeling of eyes on you didn't leave. You thought it was just in school but no. This shit was just following you. Every time you'd turn your head around, you only saw students or trees...noone was following you...
You quickly made a turn right and headed for your house across the street. You speedily opened the white gate and walked into your new garden, practicaly rushing for the front door. When you got in, you harshly shut them behind you, and leaned onto them, as if someone was about to break them down. The feeling of being followed left as soon as you closed the door on it.
"Mooom?" You yelled out, hoping someone would answer.
"Yeah hun I'm home" Oh thank god...
"But I was just about to leave" Son of a bitch. Your mom entered the hall with her bag, looking a little worried
"You okay? You look like roadkill..." She said.
"Way to compliment mom...Listen, there was someone following me from the school" you began explaining your story, still leaned on the door
"Are you sure?" She doubtingly asked
"Yeah. Dead sure." You said wailing your hands around.
"Listen honey, we moved to Woodsboro because it's a quiet and a safe place. There is no stalkers here. Now please let the poor door go" she tried convincing you.
"No mom I really-"
"(Y/n)."
"Okay okay I'm off the door" you lifted your hands in surrender and walked away from the door.
"Don't worry, noone will hurt you" your mom smiled, gave you a kiss on the forehead and left. Damn it...Maybe she's right though. Maybe you're just being paranoid. The new school could've given you stress after all...better go and get some rest.

You thew your bag in the corner of your room, and plopped on your bed. You're just. Paranoid. There is no stalker. It's just the new place that's all. You turned on your bed (any posicion, my favorite is on the belly
-w-) and fell in for a nap. No stalker in Woodsboro....

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