Blood dripping, pinky fingers enclosed around each other. Promises writing in blood. Obession and love is a thin line, some say other wise. I say you could use that line like a jump rope. Just like how being wise is on the borderline of madness. In the famous words of Norman Bates and Mad Hatter, "We all go mad sometimes." But who wouldn't do anything for love? ●○●○●○ Thomas Hewitt x reader Warning! Cussing, blood, gore, murder, slurs, blatant discrimination, Hoyt, obession, stalking, overdosing, mention of messing with pills, psychological torture, body shaming,forced cannibalism, cannibalism, religious topics ,manipulation, lewd comments, talk of suicide, smut, miscarriage, pregnancy trope, the reader is a Yandere! So if you dont like any of that, please don't read this. Updates every Wednesday! Apologies, I'm using a hyperfixtation as a practices for writing. So sorry if this sucks. It is an attempt of a slowburn-ish. So apologize again. THE COVER IS NOT OWNED BY ME! I FOUND IT ON PINTEREST AND I EDITED IT! CREDITS TO WHOEVER MADE IT. PHOTOS IN THIS STORY ARE NOT OWNED BY ME UNLESS I SAY OTHERWHYS! ALL WERE FOUND ON PINTEREST!

𝗼𝗸, 𝗶'𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼 ( 𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙁𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎)

What would happen if you met horror movie killers. Disclaimer that is very obvious: I am not a Hollywood writer or director or a whole damn company, I am not claiming that I own these unbelievable characters, I am merely just writing down what I think might happen if a normal person came face to face with a movie killer. If you like this story then you might like my other story "Only in horror movies" where I basically mock stereotypes of the genre.