Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Harry Warden x reader (part 3)

(Okay, so I figured it out. I'm not gonna post every day like I used to, but I'll try to post at least once a week. Probably like two or three times. Sounds fair swerthearts?

P.s. enjoy the chapter! ^^)

"So... why did you come to my house? Through my window... do you want to get rid of me? Kill me?" You asked Harry Warden the dead guy sitting on your window. He slowly but unsurely wiggled with his head. "Alright... that totaly does not make me nervous around you, what do you want here?" You laid down another question. Harry just sort of looked into the ground, shifting on your window nervously.
"Before I um... before I get brutaly murdered with that pickaxe of yours... can you answer me some more questions?" You asked, recieving a shoulder lift from Harry.
"So, you killed somebody? Where are they Harry?" You asked tangling with your hands.
"Mines." The muffled voice said quietly. You just nodded, not wanting to point the voice out, it could lock up his lips again.
"Who was it?" You asked again, after a longer while.
"A girl" Harry Warden spoke back, his voice sounding disgusted at the thought of the bloody young woman.
"You... why'd you kill her?" You furrowed your eyebrows in slight confusion. Harry sat silent, his lips squeezed together in a pencil thin line. He couldn't tell the truth, he couldn't tell the truth about what he felt. He was so confused about his feelings, he did the only thing he knew. Murdering random stragers that waltzed into the mines. It released the stress and helped him push the strange feelings away. But they always came back...
Or... could he tell you? Maybe in some different way that doesn't involve talking.
Harry fished for something in his miner suit's pocket. He took out a small folded paper, looking at it for a longer time. "What's... what's that?" You asked him. Harry lifted his head up, thinking for a moment. He could give it to you of course... that was the plan for tonight. But he didn't expect you to be still awake.

Harry expected you'd be fast asleep and he could just crawl in, set the note on your pillow and maybe watch you for a bit. He hated the way everyone acted during Valentine's day, but he couldn't help but to feel the same when he met you. Whenever he saw you, his heart ached. It hurt him to see anyone just speak to you. The door downstairs opened, out called your father.
"(Y/n)? Can we talk for a bit?" His older raspy voice rang through the house.
"Yeah dad?" You responded, still looking at Warden.

Harry sighed and squeezed the note tightly in his black gloved hand. He got up quickly from the window. It startled you. Is he gonna kill you now? Did you cross the line and ask enough questions? Harry walked over to you and roughly grabbed your arm. You didn't make a sound as to not attract dad up here. It was like something from a really fucked up romantic movie.
A sweet young girl trying to hide her oh so beautiful boyfriend from her papa.
Exept here it was a poor reader who was getting their arm fucking squeezed via hard miner murderer ghost.
You heard your dad going upstairs.
"Harry, if you wanna kill me just do it, do it quick" You fastly pleaded the man. Warden gave you a very fast wiggle with his head, stuffing the note into your chest. He started backing up to the window fast. "Harry what the hell-" You asked the ghost man, following him to the window.
"Shhh" The gloved finger was once more laid onto your lips as the muffled voice of Harry Warden shushed you down.
Harry quickly crawled out the window, giving you one last 'shh' before dissapearing in the dark night.

"Hey pearl girl, everything going okay?" Your dad opened the door of your room, completly tugging you into a different reality than you had with Harry. "U-um yeap. Everything fine and dandy. Why you askin'?" You shot dad back with another question.
"Well um, I came to tell you something you'd probably like to hear. Maybe you wanna sit down" The old man chuckled at the thought.
"Alright" You trotted over to your bed, slickly hiding the note Harry gave you under your pillow.
"So I um... I know you don't really like the other kids and all but... they specificaly asked me this and uh... y'know, the kids are asking if you'd go to the mines with them on Valentines night. Now, I know you won't do anything crazy there, so I agreed to let you go. I already let you go to Mrs Mabel and I think if I don't allow it, you'll sneak out anyway" The old man chuckled, sitting next to you.
"You're saying you're letting me out? Into the mines? With the kids??" You reassured yourself if you heard right. "Yep, that's right pumpkin" Your dad nodded in.
"Who the hell are you and what did you do to my dad?!" You hugged your parent warmly, getting loads of chuckles from him.

"Alright alright sugar, I'll make us some dinner. How do oven-made chicken nuggets from the freezer sound?" Your dad suggested, getting a happy nod from you.

Dinnertime baby! I hope you've eaten well today reader... if not, get yourself a snack!
You ate the chicken nuggets, thinking about the miner a lot. Since you're actualy going into the mines with the other kids... would he be there? Would he be waiting for you...
All of those thoughts led to the note he so hurriedly gave you. He seemed desperate for you to have it. You quickly finnished your nugget and asked to leave in order to get in your bed early. Your father was a little stranged out by the action since you usualy got to bed at 4 or 6 am but he paid not much mind to it.

You trotted upstairs and fell on your bed, bouncing a bit. You reached under your pillow and looked into the messy note. There were some words scribled in, a lot of them brutaly scratched out. You started studying the note a little better.

"My dearest (Y/n)..."

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