Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Creeper x reader (part 4)

(I was half knocked out when writing this so I apologize if it makes zero sense)

You lifted the candle into the air, looking around for the rotting smell. You found it.
Not a pleasant view.
It looked like a fucked up tapissery on the celing.
Hundered or well over more bodies hung tight on top of the room, stitched together or ripped apart and stitched again. It was horrid. You covered your mouth, looking down. You couldn't hold it anymore. You quickly stumbled to a corner and let out your stomach fluids. The smell of the disgusting vomit didn't help, and only made you cough up more.
You couldn't hear the creeper coming from behind you through the coughs.
You felt your hair getting grabbed and held at your back. Creepy kidnaper helping a little... huh...
Not many smart thoughts went through your head as you puked your stomach out.

Finnaly when it stopped you sat down tired. You looked up at your creeper, wiping your mouth with your arm. He looked a little done with you. He let out a tired snarl and bent over to pick you up again. You were carried like a toddler to his table, where he carefuly sat you back down.
"Would you belive me if I told you I'm not feeling well?" You jokingly said, getting a low-voiced chuckle from creeper. He brang an old looking bandage to you and motioned for you to throw your legs up onto the table. Tired, you did.
He carefuly started taking care of your scratched up legs. They were still a little messed up from the car hit and he seemed obliged to help. What was strange to you, were his hands... his nails specificaly. You were well over convinced that he wasn't human at this point. His hands were scaly and old, filled with a bit of dust, with long, black vulture-like nails at the end.
"So... creepy creeper. What are you?" You asked tired, looking for his face that hid under the hat.
He seemed unsure on how to show you. Nervous maybe even. Like he didn't even know how to explain it to a human such as yourself. He never needed to talk to your kind. But now he was... pushed into it with his own foolishnes. You see, this specific human that sat on his table, was perfect. In every human there were a bunch of flaws. Ridiculous, stupid flaws. Sometimes, the only thing he could take from a human, was the heart, other times, it was a piece of brain, maybe a hand. But this one... she... had everything. From her intestants being squeaky clean healthy to her body being smooth and just the right way built... perfect. The demon never really felt like this to any stupid human, but he was wiling to try with this one. He had to keep her healthy... so far it didn't really work.
Y'know... with the whole car hit thing...

The Creeper slowly looked over to his gramophone and the desks.
"The... Jeepers Creepers?" You asked with a longshot, lifting your eyebrow. He looked back at your leg, nodding a little as he continued fixing it back up.
"Okay, Creeper, why the hell would you hit a lass like me with your car" You asked your newly kind comapny.
The Creeper sighed, setting his hands on the table, looking over your body. Then he sorta, motioned for it with his hand before walking to the other side.
"My body?" You asked, confused. Wouldn't it be just easier for him to talk? "I don't think I follow Creeper..." You said quietly, not wanting to piss him off. The demon sighed. God, how do you explain your eternal feeding to a human. Read a book-
Wait. That just might work.
The Creeper turned his head and slid a paper that laid lazily on the table before, closer to himself. He started scratching with his nail into the paper, leaving coal-like writing behind. He may not be able to comunicate verbaly but he's not stupid. He can write.
"Need food.
Every human has one good thing on them.
Heart is life
Lungs is breath
Legs are walk
You... are perfect.
Not one thing is perfect. All of you is perfe-"

There was no more space left on the paper for the rest of perfect.
It was quite blush inducing to be basicaly called beautiful.
"Oh, and that's why you hit me with your car" You chuckled with a smile.
The Creeper snarled at you. How else was this ugly mug supposed to get your attention?
"You're not that bad y'know. You're pretty cool" It felt right to return the perfect compliment back. And besides, he was actualy cool.
The creeper turned his eyes at your coment as he returned to cleaning your leg again. "No- you don't belive me?" You asked, a little offended.
The Creeper looked at you with just his eye. "Yeah, you don't belive me that I think you're cool" You explained, getting a small head wiggle from the creeper. You scrunched your nose, and ignoring the horrible things he could do, you snatched his hat off to reveal the spider legs. "That. That right there is one of the cool things." You said, pointing to his head. He tried to reach for his hat, only for you to move away quickly and point to his sharp-nailed hand. "That right there is also one of the cool things." You continued your coolness praize as the creeper hid his hand back.
"You better look at me Creeps" You said, setting the hat on top of your head. He did look over, a little tired from your shittery.
"And those freezing cold eyes that manage to tear my soul apart in seconds is one of the coolest things. You're scary! Scary is cool!" You said, grabbing the hat and ploping it on his head. "So say all you want Creeper, but you look cool to me" You finnished, laying down on the table and putting your hands under your head.

Creeper has never been... feeling this weird. It felt like his stolen dead heart started beating and his rotting thieved insides twisted in a ticklish manner. What was this feeling... and why did he partly like it...
This human has got something strange to herself.
And he liked the something...
He'll defenetly keep her around longer.

"Will you let me go home after this?" You asked the Creeper quietly. You got a sigh in response. He defenetly didn't wanna let you go. He liked the woman company but... he also didn't want to make you upset by forcing you to stay here. He let out a quiet growl that sounded like a 'yeah' as he finnished the bandaging.

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