Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Carrie x Male!reader (part 4)

(Oh my goooood look at her smile I'm crying babyyy <33)

"Oh, so you changed your mind about going?" Carrie's mom said mockingly as she angrily cut carrots. Her daughter just nodded with a slight smile. "Well I suppose it's better than the alternative...staying with that (Y/l/n) boy..." She finnished cutting the orange vegerables and thew them in a boiling pot of her disgusting green soup. "Do you even have someone to go with, or are you just gonna stand there like a lonely lamb?" She asked once again, as she leaned on the counter with her butt, crossing her arms.
"Yes, actualy. I have someone!" Carrie stated ceremonialy, the red slightly hitting her cheeks again.
"And are you going to tell me, or..?"
"O-oh yes. It's (Y/n) (Y/l/n)." She looked down on the floor to hide her smile and blush. "It's who?" Her mother started, already angry. She didn't like the fact that her daughter had her only friend be a guy. And what was worse for her was the thoughtou two actualy hung out together. She thought that you were "Doing the most unholiest things" as she described it. Yeah, of course, watching Disney movies was a real move to satan...

The cooking pot turned off by itself again. Carrie noticed, her mother did not. "So you want to go with that unholy creep?" She stopped leaning off the counter, and glared daggers at her own blood. "W-well with who else am I supposed to go..?" Carrie peeped quietly. "I don't know, find someone. Try to socialise for once Carrie!"
"Well... It's kinda hard when you're the laugh bag of the school... He'-"
"Well maybe, you should get a tougher skin. Stand up for yourself!" The mother angrily turned around to her awfuly smelling soup, that had stopped boiling. "But mom, he always took care of me. Ever since preschool... He's...He's a nice guy. I'm sure if you we're to meet him more, youd see and understand!" The girl tried to convince her mother, who was now currently trying to turn on the stove again. Carrie noticed that her mother was too focused on her device than her own daughter, and so she decided to do the forbiden thing in their house. She focused her power on the buttons on the stove, turning everything on again. Her mother imidiately recognized that her blood made magic with her telekenisis.

"CARRIANNA WHITE" she imidiately turned from her squat posicion to her daugher, with fury and pure anger in her eyes. 'Oh god...' thought poor Carrie. "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE A I TOLD YOU THAT YOU CANNOT USE THOSE...THOSE WITCH POWERS IN FRONT OF ME?! AND YOU EVEN DARE USE THEM ON MY PROPERTY?! IN MY HOUSE?!" Her mom bursted out, gaining more and more red with every poisonous word she spat. "It's not witch powers...It's telekenisis..." Carrie quietly peeped. This only added to the flame of her mother's anger. Bad move. "YOU DARE COREECT ME AFTER YOUR MISTAKE?! YOU FILTHY LITTLE-" Her mother stormed over to her, grabbing her very tightly around her wrist, and began dragging her to the closet. Carrie hated the closet. It was dark, gloomy and lonely. Miss White put all sorts of religion based things in there. We're talking, crosses hanged from the celing and nailed to the walls. Holy water could be smelled through the entire place, along with a crap ton of incence which made it even worse. Her mother practicaly wiped the floor with holy water. On top of that, there was one, singular mirror. Carrie scratched and yelled. Begged her to leave her be.

Her mother threw her in, locking the door behind her. "AND YOU STAY IN THERE, BEFORE YOU CALM DOWN" She hit the door with her fist, to scare her daughter one last time, before going back to her bad cooking. Poor little Carrie just wrapped herself up into a ball and let her tears slowly make their way down her cheeks. She wasn't screaming or whining. They just sort of flowed, with no emotion to acompany them. Carrie laid there for a while, before looking up at the mirror. Her reflection showed. It showed how weak she was behaving. No. No to that kind of Carrie. She focused on the shining item, soon breaking it into little bits. Her mother didn't even hear that. Carrie triumhaly got up and stared at the doorknob. She stared so intently, and so full of focus...The knob jumped off and the door swung open just a little. She sighed in victory, and made her way to the door. She quietly sneaked out, and upstairs into her room.

Once she was there, she took out the rope she always used to escape with. She threw it out the window and climbed down carefuly. Then she ran, ran as quick and far as possible. After about 20 minutes of run, she found herself at your property. She wasn't even tired of her evening jog. She trotted over to the door, knocking on it a few times. The door swung open, and there stood your mother, with a kind smile as usual.
"Hello miss (Y/l/n). I-I'm here to see (Y/n) again..." Carrie said as she began playing with her little white hands.
"Oh come in, come in, little prom queen" Your mother smiled and helped her in, closing the door behind her. "He's just upstairs. As usual." She smiled as she pointed to the stairs.
Carrie murmured a polite thank you with a smile and went upstairs, to visit you.

You heard a couple of knocks on your door. Who could it posibly be..."Come on in Carrie!" You said with a grin. The little pale girl walked into your room shyly, with a smile as if it was her first time. "What's up hon?" You asked her, returning the smile.
"You told your mom we're coming together too?" She chuckled quietly.
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind..." You sat up on your bed, inviting Carrie over. "No, not at all. My mom just had an explosive reaction...as to anything..." She explained while she walked closer, to sit on your bed.
"She locked you in that stupid place again?"
"Mhm... I ecaped though..As you can see"
"You're very brave Carrie. The bravest girl I know." You said as you pat her shoulder. She breathed in as if she was about to say something, but just before she could, your mom opened the door. You both looked her way. "Hey Carrie? What are you going to wear to the prom?" Your mom asked the blonde. "Well...gosh. I didn't have the time to find anything..." Carrie panicked slightly. "Don't worry aunt (Y/m/n) has got you covered!" Your mom opened the door fully, to reveal her holding a simple, yet cute pink/white dress, that had tiny pearls on the chest.
"I wore them to my prom... they're still pretty wearable and I don't think they look that bad..." Your mom said as she proudly looked at the dress.

"Miss (Y/l/n) I don't think I can wear those! Those are yours-"
"Ah shush. It's not like I'm gonna wear them anywhere... take 'em."
Welp. There was no arguing with your mother. Carrie and her walked from your room to try them on. You weren't allowed to see them on untill the prom night.

Also, your great mother has agreed that Carrie can sleep over

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