Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Candyman x reader (part 2)

(Oh um also, I'd like to warn you that there will most likely be racism. I myself am not racist in any way shape or form but for the sake of the story, you and I have to go through it... I am sorry if this makes you uncomfortable)

You walked over to the mirror to see what was up with the bee. You raised your arm to the mirror and gently laid your hand on it. The bee crawled onto your wrist and you imidiately felt a stunning pain in the back of your head. You closed your eyes, holding your head and bending over a little.
Through the closed eyes, you could see... you could see...
Sun.
Yellow.
Bees.
Flowers.
Everything was in slow motion. Or it felt like it at least.
You could also hear. Hear people talking. No, not talking, screaming and yelling. They were certainly yelling at someone but you didn't know who or why... They were angry.

And out of nowhere, the pain stopped.
You heard only one thing.
"And so, my bee found you once again, dear... come forth..."
It was a husky, male voice that echoed in your head.
You felt your body fall to the ground.
You were falling for quite a while. God knows where even...
It got you thinking. Are you ever gonna go back from this falling sesion? Are you in some sort of transe? Hypnotized perhaps? But by whom?
Could it perhaps be... the demon? You did hear a deep, dark voice in your head. It must've been him.

You felt your body aproaching some sort of floor. You even saw the ground in the darkness but you couldn't do anything about it. You fell hardly on the surprisingly soft material and imidiately woke up from your transe.
This place defenetly didn't look like your bedroom. The outside was bright. Brighter than back home. It seemed to be morning..?
You felt sore and tired, having that classic morning nock in your throat.
You looked around the room. Everything looked old-timey but still in very good quality. The room was quite large. You laid on a large double bed with flower pattern sheets. The same pattern was on the walls of the room. There was a large almara in the corner, with a medium sized table right next to it. On your other side, a window was posted. It was covered with white lace curtains.
You looked down to your body and saw that you were wearing... a night gown? An actual night gown from who knows what time.
'This has to be a nightmare... or a dream...' You thought as you looked around once more.
Your eyes flew up to the door and just as they did, a knock echoed from.the other side.
"Lady (Y/l/n)?" A female voice asked.
Lady? Since when... whatever. You felt like you had little time for response and so you answered.
"Come in"
The door opened slowly, revealing a small lady, who was dressed in poor maid clothes.
"Good morning my lady, slept well?" She said with a smile as she shut the door behind her. The woman seemed to be around her late thirties. She had raven black hair and deep brown skin. She looked pretty.
"I... belive I did... can you tell me where I am?" You asked, looking around again with furrowed brows.
The lady returned the look.
"You are in your home my lady... did you have a nightmare?" The lady walked closer, setting a large metal plate down on your bed.
"W-... Actualy yes, I did have a nightmare. Can you... can you tell me the time?" You turned to her. You decided to play along for now. The lady looked to the window and quickly opened up the curtains. You had to cover your eyes from the bright sunlight.
"It's nine I belive" She turned back to you.
"A-and the year?" You stuttered a little. You were still untrusting about all this.
"It's 1868" She responded once more, her face looking a little sadened.
Now, you didn't pay much of patience during history class but you can clearly remember, that from the 17th century over 18th century, you weren't alive. Also the biggest event that was happening was slavery. That was probably why the maid looked sadened. Working like this was torture.

"Thank you... you can go now" You gave her a nod. She bowed down a little and walked out of the room. You looked down to the metal plate. On there, was some fresh morning, breakfast. A coffee in an old porcelain cup, a bread piece greased with butter and ham. There was also some cookies and an apple. You sighed looking up. Okay so this is eighter a huge joke on you, a nightmare or simply a reality.

"What were you doing in my daughter's room?!" A yell suddenly echoed from behind the door, tugging with you a bit. It was a voice of a man.
"I was delivering breakfast as your lady told me to" You heard the maid's voice. She was clearly afraid of the male's voice.
"I think you've spent more time in there then you're supposed to... What were you doing in there?!" The man spoke quietly before absolutely busting out on her.
"Lady (Y/l/n) had some questions sir please-" The maid begged.
"You fucking black-"
"I was asking questions father" You said, standing on the top of the stairs.

You saw that the older man was holding the poor maid by her arm, probably giving her a bruise already. "I was asking questions." You said a little more strictly, wanting your "father" to let go of the african woman.
"You get out of my sight..." The pushed the woman down the stair. She imidiately got up and walked to another room, sniffing. Finnaly, you got a good look at your supposed father. He wore some expensive clothes, a hat that covered his dark blonde hair.
He also had a short beard.
Through what the man looked like, you could promise you saw him somewhere already...
He was somewhere important...
You've heard his voice before...

"(Y/n), dear, please don't intervine while I'm talking to our workers. We've been over this..." The man smiled before taking a step down.
"And please, dress up honey..." He said joyfully before leaving. He really acted like nothing happened just now...
As if it was on a daily basis. It probably was... this is the 18th century after all...
You started walking back to your room. It was still unbelivable that you have somehow moved back in time...
You opened the light wooden door to your room, and went in.
How could've you get here? And how do you get out?
You continued thinking as you reached for the bread. You took a bite and laid it back down. You were interested in your closet.
You opened the almara up and saw... a whole bunch of dresses.
They were colored in all sorts of ways, with the skirts being thick or thin, sometimes being both.
It's not exactly what you go for on a daily but... it would have to do.

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