Slashers x Reader [FINISHED]

Pinhead x reader (part 3)

You got dressed as you read the note over again.
You knew that adress. It was a little further away from your workplace. You grabbed the letter, folding it and stuffing it into your pocket. You walked out the door, locking it and walking to the road. You'd have to get into the metro again. You walked for a little. You trotted down some stairs and speed walked through the underground tunnels.

You nervously tapped your foot, waiting for the metro to arrive. As you waited, you felt soneone lay their hand on your right shoulder. You turned around, not expecting Pinhead. You jumped lightly.
You may not be very afraid of him but he was surely... stunning.
"Don't do that man..!" You loudly whispered.
"Apologies... but I do hope you are heading off into your newly given work?" The cenobite asked, connecting his hands in crotch height.
"Yeah I'm working on it..." You muttered, looking down. After a while you decided to ask.
"Hey... Pinhead?" You looked up at him, getting his attention.
"Can someone else see you..?" You asked, a very light smile on your lips. The tall cenobite only chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to himself.
"No... they cannot. All they see is a small human that is talking to themselves. I suppose you could say I am on your mind..." Pinhead said with that unnoticable smirk of his, as a large metro snake aproached.

When it finnaly did, Pinhead pushed you foward lightly and you sat in, riding towards your work place and only looking at him through the glass door. You weren't exactly thrilled about working for demons but you didn't really have a choice. Plus, a certain part of you wanted to make Pinhead pleased with you. You wanted to show that you were able to do a simple task he made up for you. You got out the metro and ran up the stairs. You checked the note once more, as you were pretty forgetful. You read the bloody red text over. You started searching for the street. Eventualy you had to muster up strength and ask a stranger that was passing by. He sent you on the right track and you found the house. You studied the building closely. After a simple shrug you reached for the metal doorknob. You almost twisted your wrist, trying to open it. Oh of course it's locked... you steped back in frustration.
"Maybe you should try the window..." A familiar voice sounded behind you, making you jump again.
"Jesus!" You hissed.
"No, a cenobite" Pinhead monotonely corrected you.
"Stop doing that!" You said, turning back to the building. The window was indeed open enough for you to slip in.
"Apologies... although I must confess, seeing you tug when I appear must be the prime of my day" Pinhead said as he gazed at you. You tried ignoring this odd remark.

'Well...' You thought as you looked at the darkened window. It was one way to get inside. You stepped back and ran towards the wall, jumping up.
It took all your might to get up into the window, and you had to sit in it for a while to get your stamina back. PE teacher wouldn't be proud...
"Quite impressive..." Pinhead complimented once again, stepping closer. You smiled at him.
"Shouldn't I be doing this alone?" You asked the cenobite.
"And you are. I am just a simple... watch... over you." The cenobite elaborated.
"Okay... Got'cha... well watch out for me guardian angel" You chuckled, turning back and going into the room.

You slid in. From the letter, you knew that the person who opened the cube lived on the first floor, so no problem there.
You noticed the room was dark, and fairly empty. It only had a closet to your left, in a corner and one chair right next to it. Also the smell of this place... yuck.
You straightened up, deciding to look for the cube.
"C'mon little box, show up..." You quietly murmured, as if it were to help somehow.

Your heart got an instant shock when you felt someone's arm wrap around your neck, their other hand holding your own arm and bending you backwards. At first you thought that it was your cenobite but the arm was unbelivably warm and... sticky? Like sweat but somehow worse.
"Shit!" You chokedly spat out.
"I knew one of you skin ripping bastards would come back! For me!" A female voice hissed behind you. Skin ripping..? She must mean the demons.
"I'm not! I'm a human!" You choked out, scratching her arm to make her stop. You felt her stop bending you, she must've been looking at your face, but it was impossible to see hers through the darkness. She let you go, letting you get a normal ammount of air.
"Who are you? What do you want here?" She imidiately laid questions.
"You first" You said, turning to her with a frown, while being lightly bent over.
"My name is Barbara. And I live here. Or... I used to." Barbara said in a strict tone.
"Used to?" You asked, straightening up. You heard the woman sigh as she raised her hand. You noticed she was reaching for a light string. She tugged on it lightly, setting the single lightbulb in the room into function.

When your eyes got used to the sudden light, you saw who Barbara really was. Or... what, she was. She was missing skin. Entirely. Her body was covered by just meat, lot of blood and some extremly bloody clothes of unknown before color. Your heart beat fastened when you first saw her. You didn't scream, just froze.
"Well, glad to see that you're one of the silent ones..." Barbara said crossing her arms and taking a few steps back.
"What the hell happened to you? How are you alive?" You questioned, your eyes open wide. Barbara backed up to the window, closing it behind herself.
"Those damn demons. Them cenobites. They fucked me up like this. I opened their box and I thought I'd get my pleasures. The only pleasure was given to their sadistic asses..." She explained, hands resting on her back while she stepped closer to you. "Pretty sure I went to hell for a moment... but I escaped. And I'm back now" She was about half a meter away from you. You noticed she was a head taller than you since she was so close.
"But... your skin? Does it grow back?" You asked, still curious about poor Barb's case.
"Not on it's own no." She quietly, said, stepping uncomfortably close.
"I have to help it." She whispered. You were about to ask how, but she shouted the answer at you.
"By eating your flesh!" Barbara raised a knife that was hidden behind her back, above her hip. She stabbed you to your side, fortunately not hitting any organs. Non then less it hurt like a bitch and the wound just pissed blood all over.

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