Unexpected Roommates | Slashers x Reader

Chapter 20: 10 Pizzas

Danny's P.O.V

The moon glittered alongside the stars in a cloudless sky, the wind howling over the trees and carrying leaves and debris around the dark, empty streets of the town. It felt... amazing to finally be out and about, adorning the Ghost Face mask and brandishing a deadly blade. Danny kept to the shadows, footsteps light as feathers as he krept towards his destination. He had a target in mind, and after a whole 2 weeks without a kill he wanted to make a grand entrance. The news had leaped at the sudden stop in the Ghost Face murders, conspiring against Danny's sudden disappearance and wondering if this would be the end. It would not be the end, Danny would make sure of it. The tall building (only 5 stories, but tall for the town) known as 'Brightwood News' loomed like a beacon against the dark sky, the few illuminated windows casting a yellow glow on the streets below. The memory of your boss chewing you out for postponing your on-site work day made Danny's blood boil with rage. No one disrespects you and lives to tell the tale. He'd been waiting for this day and it was finally here. It was easy to slink up towards the building without being noticed, waving at the security camera as it patrolled back and forth, landing on him. Danny found a window on the second floor that was left ajar, only a thin layer of mesh blocking his way in. The way up to the window was easy; below it was another window, a sill above and below almost like an unintended ladder. With his outstanding agility, he jumped onto the first sill below the first floor window, climbing to the second, and then to the one below the open window.

Pulling the blade from the sheath on his leg, he stabbed it into the mesh, slicing down in one swift motion and opening a clear way inside. The room the window led into was a small office, dark and empty, but Danny could see light coming through the crack under the door. Silent as the wind, Danny slipped through the thin hole in the mesh, resheathing his blade for now. Exhilaration and adrenaline coursed through his veins as he tip-toed towards the door exiting the office and entering what he guessed would be a large room filled with work cubicles. Upon twisting the handle and silently slipping open the door, Danny could see he was correct about the room. There were a few night owls still powering through work at their desks, a clear path going from this office to one you could only assume belonged to your boss, if the grand double doors told him anything. Danny slid from the room, glad that the tall, grey cubicles blocked him for long enough to barrel roll across the open space and press up against an unoccupied desk. Peeking slowly around the corner of the desk, he planned a discrete route; he could crawl underneath empty desks all up until the desk nearest your bosses office. That would be the difficult place- ah, convenient. Danny smiles as the person at the problem-desk stands up, nose in a binder as they head towards the kitchenette on the other side of the office space, most likely for coffee.

It's easy to set into motion, rolling and crawling from desk to desk, the ten or so people in the room not even knowing he was there. The door to the bosses office was left ajar; he was facing the offices, so Danny had to move quickly and plunge a knife into his throat before he could notice him and cry for help. Silent steps carry Danny to press against the outside wall of the office, in plain sight- no one noticed him, not a soul. He almost chuckles to himself, rolling his eyes behind his mask at their obliviousness. It must be something with reporters, since you're just like them. With a deep, calculating breath, Danny slides into the office, blade pulled from the sheath on his wrist, and it's in your bosses throat before he even knew what was coming. The life drained from his eyes almost instantly, letting out a choked gurgle as the last of his air escaped his lungs. Pulling the knife from his neck, Danny hummed in appreciation, the scarlet oozing from his neck onto the papers littering the desktop. Now, Danny's favourite part. He slipped his knife away after cleaning the blood from it with his glove, pulling your fancy camera from his cloak and clicking it into the 'on' setting. He set it to record, pointing it at himself and tilting his head as the red light blinked to life. With a quick wave, Danny pulled the camera away, tilting it so it had your boss in the frame, dead on his desk.