Unexpected Roommates | Slashers x Reader

Chapter 19: The Leatherface Twins

You walk, silent, enjoying the rain and the gray and the sounds of your footsteps on the leaves, trap after trap, all empty and ready to be set off. You had almost checked all of the traps, Brahms leading the way and somehow knowing where they all are, claiming to have talked to Jason about their locations and memorized them all. There were 3 more, Brahms said, and you began to talk about the day you'd found Norman after he'd stepped into a trap.

"That would be funny if it happened again!" you chuckled, and Brahms laughs lightly too,

"Don't jinx yourself, you know how unlucky you are." he said, rubbing circles into the cheek of his mask absent-mindedly as you walked. Almost as if Brahms had conjured it, a loud, metallic clang was quickly followed by a pained wail. Your gaze snapped to meet Brahms'. You shared no words as panic flared inside your chest. You had not been expecting to have to actually deal with people being caught in these traps. You had no idea what to do now.

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"We have to check the trap!" Brahms' voice morphs into his childish one mid-sentence, his posture stiffening with worry. You nod at his words, knowing that was your only option. Sensing your fear, Brahms turned to you and smiled nervously. "I'll protect you, (Y/N)." he promised, then lifted his mask to secure it upon his face once more, taking a deep breath once he did. He let it out, seeming to be comforted by the sound of his breath against the porcelain, his fear vanishing. "I'll keep you safe, I promise." he says again in his child's voice, though it is firm and confident. The umbrella isn't held directly over the two of you as Brahms takes your hand and sets off towards the trap that set off, pointed slightly forwards so it doesn't catch in the wind and slow Brahms' huge, long, fast strides forwards. "It should be just up here." as soon as Brahms speaks you start to hear a panicked, pained whimpering, seeming to be male in sound but you weren't too sure. Brahms slows, holding out his arm to tell you to keep behind him. He closes the umbrella, holding it like a bat, prepped to swing at any teenagers trying to free their trapped friend or anything like that. You peered around him as he reached out a hand to push the ferns aside. Brahms let his guard down and so did you as you caught sight of one single person, trying to peel off the trap from their foot. They completely failed to notice yours and Brahms' approach until you misstepped, snapping a twig. The man and his curly brown hair whipped to face you, and you caught sight of his startling face.

The man broke out into a series of whimpers and wails as you took him in; framed by his curly brown hair was a mask, a mask made out of... skin? He wore a pale tan button-up underneath a yellow apron, his dark jeans stained with blood blooming from the wound in his leg due to the bear trap. Brahms turned to face you, silently asking what to do. You turned to him with a frown, not sure either. This poor... human-skin wearing man looked so scared and helpless. You knew Jason would kill him, but you couldn't shake the feeling that this was another Norman situation.

"Should we kill him?" Brahms asked with a tilt to his head, seeming almost as concerned as you. To accent Brahms' words the man let out a particularly loud whimper, scrambling away as much as his leg would allow him to and holding up his arms defensively. You take a few steps forwards, passing Brahms to stand closer to the trapped male, frowning. The man looked away from you and down to his leg, then frantically flicked his gaze around the clearing, most likely in search of an escape.

"I-I don't know." you stutter out and take another step forwards, the man's gaze flickering to you as he began to whimper and wail even louder, reaching for the trap and trying and trying to rip it away. His shouting blocked out all sounds, especially the loud, hurried, frantic footsteps nearing the clearing.

You had no idea anyone was even nearby until Brahms was letting out a shocked, pained cry and being thrown forwards by a shovel to the back of the head.