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creepswrites · 10 months

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Hi, sorry for disturbing.

I read some of your FICS here on Tumblr and i just adore your style!!

Can i request something?

A billy loomis x reader (angst )

Thank you

you guys really like my billy and stu huh? hope you enjoy this!!

Billy Loomis w/ a GN! Reader

WARNING: angst (duh), mentions of violence/stalking, Stu/Billy undertones, cheating

You and Billy had been dating for awhile now and you were happy

He was an attentive boyfriend but he'd been quiet ever since the horrible murders that happened at Stu's house

Everyone had died and he and the other boy had been left for dead and your heart couldn't help but ache for him

He never told you what had really happened that night, after all

So the trauma bond those two had was to be expected, according to what Billy said his therapist had told him

When he wasn't with you, he was with Stu

Then he started canceling plans, citing he was busy

Then he started not answering your calls

Your friends warned you Billy Loomis had struggled in his relationship with Sydney because she "wasn't putting out" so you assumed that was wrong

You decided to dress up cute and go to his house, despite him canceling plans with you

As you were walking to Billy's house, you froze when you saw Stu Macher had already beaten you there. You ducked behind a tree as Billy stood in the doorway, looking absolutely irresistible in his thin white shirt and plaid lounge pants. "You sure took your sweet ass time." Billy shot at Stu with a smile.

It wasn't like the smiles he gave you. Practiced and perfected. It struck you deep in your stomach that Billy looked at peace. Like Stu was the one he felt the most comfortable around. And that made you feel dizzy with jealousy.

"Sorry, sorry, had to stop and get his royal highness the snacks he wanted." Stu laughed, thrusting a plastic bag into the other boys' hands.

Billy surveyed the contents before his smile grew. "Forgiven. Your offer is accepted, you may enter." He said with a dramatic flair. Stu just laughed as he entered the house, shutting the door behind him.

You were left outside, pressed against the tree as you felt hot tears fall. Was Billy having Stu over every time he skipped plans with you?

You had to know.

So you would sneak over to watch his house whenever he rejected plans with you. And, sure enough, Stu came over every single time. Sometimes they'd go out somewhere, Billy's legs propped against the dashboard as he let Stu drive, or they'd stay in - probably watching horror movies. Despite everything they'd been through, the two still loved those horrible movies.

You never really liked scary movies.

Everything came to a head one afternoon. You were out with your friends at a mall just window shopping for the most part. As tempting as blowing your whole paycheck was, you wanted to pay for your gas this month. Your little group had settled into the food court and you were left to guard the table.

Your eyes caught two hooded figures sitting together at a table a ways away. Tucked into a corner, whispering to each other and brushing their fingers together. It was a little bit cute, you thought with a wistful look. If only your boyfriend would do that with you instead of ditching you for his friend.

Once food was brought to your table though, you promptly forgot about the two and focused on eating. After all, they weren't anyone to you. It's not like many of Woodsboro would travel this far for this particular mall.

Until the taller one leaned over and kissed the shorter one. You let yourself smile a little. But, before you could look away, you watched the hood slip off the shorter person's head.

You felt like all the blood left your face and your body ran hot and cold all at once. Squeezing your eyes shut, you turned your back on the couple - no doubt they were a couple left in your head.

Because Billy - your boyfriend - was making out with his friend only a dozen or so feet away from you. And they had no idea you knew.

You stopped calling Billy, stopped trying to spend time with him. As far as you were concerned, you were over. But he didn't know you knew. So he persisted. Which led to him going to your house to confront you. Which led to an argument, because it wouldn't be Billy without him trying to manipulate you.

"I saw you." You finally confessed, shaking as you sat on your bed. "At the mall." You clarified when you saw his confusion.

Slow realization dawned on him and you saw fear and anger war in his eyes. Anger because you'd caught him in his lies, caught him in his months of ignoring you and making you second place to his best friend. And fear because you'd caught him. You'd caught him with a boy.

And when Billy was afraid, he got angry.

"You think I care about you? At all? You're nobody!" He spat. "You're not even real to me. A toy to play with, at best." His voice was like venom - venom that acted quick and stung in your veins.

"You don't mean that." Your voice wobbled, desperate for him to be lying again. He'd gotten so comfortable doing it, surely he was doing it again-?

"People aren't fucking real. You're fake." Billy hissed, backing up to your window.

"And Stu is real?" You shot back, bitterness evident in your face. "Realer than me?"

Billy laughed. "Obviously. After everything he and I have been through, he's the only fuckin' real person besides me."

You felt the welling up tears fall in hot streaks down your cheeks. "Then why did you date me? Why me and not just- just go straight after him? Why would you string me along like this Billy?"

He looked at you as he went for your window. He paused for just a moment before he smiled. "It was fun." You let out a sob and he only smiled wider. "And if you tell anyone what you saw, I will make you very sorry."

Then he left. Left you alone to cry and nurse your broken heart in your room. And you couldn't believe you'd lost to Stu Macher of all people.

His last words sat with you as a horrible thought crossed your mind: had Billy orchestrated the events at Stu's house?

No, surely not. It was just the traumas he'd gone through, you reassured yourself. He'd be back. He'd apologize. He'd reassure you whatever he was doing with Stu was nothing compared to what he had with you. Surely.

But he wouldn't.

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher x s/o #scream 1996 #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #stuilly #stu macher x billy loomis

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creepswrites · 10 months

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Billy loomis x reader where she finds out she’s pregnant and Billy doesn’t take too kindly to it?

i stewed over this one for a long time actually and i think i did well with billy's character here! two potential endings here >:) just because i was feeling inspired

BILLY LOOMIS w/ a F! S/O who finds out she's pregnant

WARNING: Talk about abortion, Billy Loomis being Billy Loomis, mentions of violence/manipulation/nonconsensual drugging

You were part excited, part nauseous, and part terrified when you found out

Though the nausea was probably related to the fact you were now, without a doubt, pregnant

And you knew it was Billy's, there was no one else it could be

For awhile, you kept it secret from him, from your parents, even from your friends

You didn't know what you wanted to do with it yet. An instinctual part of you wanted to keep it but you knew logically you weren't anywhere near ready to have the baby

So, after a few weeks, you'd finally made your decision

Now you just had to get Billy on board...

[KEEP]

Despite everything, you wanted the baby and you wanted a family with Billy

So you sat him down one evening and, after sweating and nearly working yourself into a panic attack, you told him you were pregnant

And you were keeping it

Billy did not take too well to that

Which was the greatest understatement of the year

Almost immediately he was protesting, insisting neither of you were ready and that he wanted nothing to do with it

His manipulative words ran down your spine like chilled water as you realized he wasn't going to support this or you

A screaming fight ensued. You called him out on his manipulative behavior and told him you were having this baby, no matter what

"If you have this baby, I'm leaving." He promised you, eyes dark

So all you could do was weep in your room as your boyfriend left you

Later that night, Billy would break into your room. He'd inject you with drugs to keep you unconscious and dragged you to the hospital

If you wouldn't listen to him, he'd make you.

[ABORT]

You sat Billy down one evening and told him, calmly, that you were pregnant

When you saw his panicked expression, you spoke again before he could freak out

Neither of you were ready now and there was no point putting you both through that stress

You could see the stress visibly melt off him as he took you into his arms

Maybe you two could have a baby at a later date

Little did you know, Billy would rather cut you open than let that happen

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher x s/o #scream 1996 #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #billy is kind of a pos lets be real #but he's fun to write

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creepswrites · 11 months

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Dear, writter

May i've a request for Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer,bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, and Vince Sinclair, With a hot wife fem reader, I want to see their life being a father to a hot fem reader. Because that is my dream. 💫Fluff💫

Please.... Your writing is so gorgeous 💋💋 master 🌹🌹🌹

Thank you so much

From your followers:

@kawaistrawberry21

awww i'm glad you like my writing!! hopefully you enjoy this :D

SLASHERS with a F! S/O who is their hot wife

THOMAS HEWITT

Everyone in town was shocked when you and Thomas got married

Thomas included but he never said anything about it

His family thought you were way out of his league, Hoyt was never afraid to comment on this to your face

But you love Thomas, he was a good man

So when he'd finally, finally, proposed to you, of course you'd said yes

When he found out you were having his child? He was over the moon

Luda May was almost as overjoyed, already making arrangements for the baby's room, making clothes, etc

She couldn't wait to be a grandmother and Thomas couldn't wait to be a father

When the baby's due date was getting closer, you could tell Thomas was nervous about if the baby would come out looking like him

But you reassured him that, no matter what your baby looked like, you would love it the same way you loved him

He was good with the baby, so gentle and patient, always happy to help when it cried

If Hoyt ever tried to give either of you a hard time, Thomas actually violently defended you, sometimes tossing Hoyt across the room with one arm

He'd never let anything hurt you or your baby

BUBBA SAWYER

Like Thomas, everyone was surprised when you and Bubba got married

Though his family were far more excited about it! After all, their brother was quite the catch

You got along well with his family even before you moved in, with Chop Top and Nubbins always commenting to Bubba how lucky he was to have such a hot wife

It always made your husband get all flustered, babbling soft nonsense. He was cute

When you got pregnant, Bubba and the Sawyer family were over the moon

Family was extremely important to them and they were happy for you and Bubba

When Nubbins made a very ugly little hat for the baby, you accepted it but told him gently it'd be too big for their head but that you'd grow into it. He was excited about that prospect

Chop Top and Drayton helped Bubba set up the nursery so you could just relax

And when the baby was born, Bubba was so scared of holding something so fragile and precious

But you helped him, guiding his arms to hold the baby, and he was in shock and awe

He'd never thought he'd get married, much less to someone as gorgeous as you, and have a child together

Bubba was a nervous father, usually letting your kid get away with anything so you had to be the rule-setter when it came to the kid

His brothers were menaces when it came to babysitting their niece or nephew

But both you and Bubba were happy. He'd protect you both, no matter what

BO SINCLAIR

Honestly? This was a major win in Bo's mind

If you think he doesn't show off for you, you're wrong. That man takes every opportunity to

He also definitely flexed to his brothers about scoring the hottest wife ever

Of course, his brothers were very nice and respectful with you, though Bo wouldn't let them be too friendly

He's got a jealousy streak

Whenever visitors arrive to Ambrose, he's always got his arm around you or bragging about you when you're not around

He's whipped, you've got him wrapped around your finger

But when you tell him your pregnant, you're shocked at how scared he becomes

Of course, he doesn't show it visibly, but you know your husband and you can tell when he's nervous about something

Eventually, when he starts trying to pull away from you, you corner him and make him talk

Some yelling and fighting ensues but he caves, confessing he's scared he wouldn't be a good father. I mean, he didn't exactly have the best role model and he didn't want you or your babies to suffer for it

But you reminded him you were in this together and he'd relax a little

You had twins, because of course you did, but this only seemed to make Bo all the more anxious

He didn't exactly... know what to do with a baby? He'd never really been around infants so he's looking to you for help on this one

When they're a bit older though, he'll let them hang out in the auto shop with him when he works

One day you come home to find him asleep on the couch with the twins curled up on his chest and you just melt

He's a good dad and a good husband

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent was shocked you'd said yes when he proposed

He didn't consider himself attractive in the slightest but you said yes?!

I mean, you were stunning, he'd stared at you constantly even when you were dating and it certainly didn't stop when you were married

Bo and Lester were definitely jealous, teasing him to see him get flustered over how lucky he was

Unlike Bo, when he found out you were pregnant, he was excited

Nervous, absolutely, but everyone is nervous when they're having their first kid

He's so wary for you though, nearly had you on bedrest the entire pregnancy because he feared the worst

One time he caught you standing on a chair to reach something and he nearly had a conniption

But the twins came - because of course they were twins - and were healthy and beautiful

Vincent is so gentle with them, like they're the most precious things in the world to them

He makes little wax sculptures for their room to decorate it

Definitely encourages and supports creative hobbies for the kids! He gets them finger paints and crayons and the like

You've woken up in the night because of the babies crying but Vincent is already up, ready to help

Vincent's mastered carrying them both with an arm each and its very cute

Sometimes you catch him holding one of the twins and humming softly to them as they sleep in his arms, just swaying together in the kitchen

You feel so lucky but he feels even luckier to have you and your kids

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester is by far the most... stable? So you'd been instantly drawn to that about him

He'd always get so flustered, bringing you flowers and blushing like a madman while you were dating

It took him the longest to propose to you though, he always felt like you were waaaay out of his league

Visitors came and would gawk at you and he'd feel a twinge of jealousy at the reminder that yeah, you could have anyone

But he did propose to you and you said yes because you wanted him, not anyone else

Neither of you had any shame in PDA, often holding hands or kissing in front of visitors

You lived with Lester and Jonesy in a little house on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by trees and very peaceful compared to the horrors of Ambrose

It had actually been Lester who suggested having a kid or two running around. After all, he had two older brothers so he was used to that business in a house with lots of people living in it

Over time, the two of you would have two kids, but they weren't twins

Lester was a good dad too! He was attentive and loving but he didn't let them get away with too much

He'd teach them how to shoot when they were a bit older because it was a fond memory he had with his own dad

Of course, Lester didn't have the best dad to draw comparison to

But at least he knew what not to do. Surely that counted for something?

You'd come home from working a short shift to find Lester and the kids playing in the backyard, running about with Jonesy as they played soccer

Both you and Lester would do anything for your kids and you knew he'd do anything for you

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher x s/o #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #the texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x you

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creepswrites · 11 months

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i’m tempted to expand my writing into general horror characters as well, not just slashers…

i have intentions to include stranger things & it ch 1 & 2 into my muse list and write some things for them, but are there any horror sources you’d like to see me write for?

of course, i’ll still majorly write slashers but i’m interested to see if there are other characters - slashers included - you’d like to see me write for! feel free to give me your thoughts :D

#🔪 creeps talks #this is not set in stone btw #if there is no interest in me expanding beyond slashers then i won’t #i’m just curious what yall think #the floor is open

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creepswrites · 11 months

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HIIII OMG

Thank you thank you thank you so much for answering my request!! And yes I did enjoy it! It was so cute! Thank you sm ilysm!

awww i’m so glad you like it!! it was fun to write :) i’m always happy to write for anna, i need the practice anyways :p

#🔪 creeps answers #green anon

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creepswrites · 11 months

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Hola ví que está abierto y quería solicitar un Jason, Billy Lenz y Lester (si querés más) con una s/o que tiene mala cara siempre y un poco malumorada con los demás menos con ellos? Si no querés ignorame, besos y buenas noches (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

i don't speak spanish but google translate said "Hello, I saw that you are open and I wanted to request a Jason, Billy Lenz and Lester (if you want more) with an s/o that always has a bad face and is a bit grumpy with the others except with them? If you don't want to ignore me, kisses and good night (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)" so!! i hope this is what you asked for!

SLASHERS w/ a GN! S/O who has a grumpy face with others but not them

JASON VOORHEES

Sometimes other camp counselor potentials would show up, trying to give Camp Crystal Lake a fresh start, but Jason stopped them at every turn

You'd been a fresh, potential counselor once. But, of course, Jason put an end to that

You stayed with him though

You heard the story of the young boy who drowned and your heart just melted

So you and Jason became close. You were different to him, you weren't interested in sex and drinking

When Jason first met you, you'd been staring at one of your fellow counselors with an annoyed face

At first, he'd thought you were angry with them, but he learnt your face was just like that

Resting bitch face, you'd called it

But the way you just lit up when you saw him... it made him feel special

He loved when he'd spot you brooding and how you'd just smile at him, like your smile was just for him only

Jason feels honored that you only look happy around him

BILLY LENZ

You were part of the sorority where Billy had been staying

As he'd been stalking you and the rest of your sorority sisters, he'd learnt your behaviors and mannerisms

Particularly, he noticed how you never seemed to smile

You always looked perpetually annoyed by everyone and everything, which he found amusing

Even when you had to deal with his calls, your face never really changed

But when you finally met him?

You'd actually smiled, which made Billy's stomach hurt and he wanted to throw up from how sweet you were

You were always kind to him, careful to not overwhelm him when you held hands or kissed, and you always looked at him with a soft smile that made him melt

He'd bite you sometimes, trying to cope with how you made him feel, but you'd just laugh and kiss his head and talk to him

It made him feel special, that you weren't like that with anyone else other than him

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester had first met you when you'd arrived to town, standing on the side of the road looking pissed beyond belief at the flat tire your car had

Your friend had been with you and you'd looked so annoyed he would've assumed your friend was the one who ruined the tire

But when you'd looked over at him, your face just softened into a shy smile

And Lester felt how red his face got, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he stuttered through talking to you

Once you started dating, he'd come visit you in the nearby town where you lived, bringing you flowers and blushing like a maniac

You'd always smile at him though, laughing brightly whenever he'd stumble over complimenting you

Sometimes he'd catch you talking with others before you noticed him, a bitter look on your face until you turned and saw him, lighting up like the sun

He was obsessed with you, like your happiness was only for him

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher x s/o #house of wax #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #black christmas 1974 #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #friday the 13th #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees

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creepswrites · 11 months

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Ok I got it ok listen

Anna the Huntress with a survivor reader S/O who's like. Super duper sneaky. Like the reader survives not because Anna spares them, but because she simply can't find them! Ofc when all the other survivors are gone Anna and the reader have some time to themselves and Anna is like super confused and worried cause like "where were you😭"

i loved this, i hope you enjoy it green anon!

THE HUNTRESS (ANNA) with a GN! S/O who is incredibly sneaky

You had a unique skillset of being able to basically disappear during trials

A lot of the other survivors were jealous of this, but you couldn't even begin to explain how you did it

Every killer you'd gone up against so far had been stumped. Even Myers and he was difficult to trick

So it was pretty typical for you to be the last one in the trial - darting about as you completed generators without the killers spotting you

When you were paired against The Huntress, things went about the same

You hid, let the others take care of most of the generators, and then you'd do your part if they all were killed

They were aware of this plan and, usually, it worked

Today was just an unlucky day where The Huntress was out for blood...

You poked your head out from behind a tree. The eerie silence around you made you feel sick to your stomach. It felt uneasy - like you were being watched without anything around to watch you. You crept silently through the tall grasses, praying for anything that would listen that you could make it to the hatch safe and sound.

The trial was over. Your companions had gotten all the generators done but you were the only one who remained. From the sounds of things, The Huntress had been brutal tonight, barely giving the other three survivors a chance to escape.

Must've been a tough week for her.

You'd become somewhat... friendly? With her? If you could call it that. She liked to kill you last, basically. But, since perfecting your skills at sneaking about, you hadn't been against Anna in a minute. She must be confused as hell, the idea of which made you snicker to yourself.

Just before you could get to the hatch - your fingertips touching the door - you felt a hand grab you by the back of your shirt and pull you away.

Anna stood over you, hatchet gripped tightly in her hand as she loomed over you. "Куда ты ушел?" She practically snarled.

You blinked. "What?"

"Where were you?" She said, English words heavy with her Russian accent. "Disappeared."

A slight smile grew on your face. "I've been practicing. Got really good at sneaking around."

Anna seemed to relax, kicking lightly at your ankle. "Worried me." She mumbled.

You felt your heart clench as you stood up, taking her hand in yours. She was relatively tall - nearly as tall as Myers - but she'd never been particularly scary to you.

Yes, even when she had been throwing hatchets at you in the beginning.

But she'd grown fond of you and you'd grown fond of her. Or, as fond as a survivor and a killer could be of each other.

You closed your eyes as she pressed your foreheads together softly. "Sorry for worrying you."

"Вы драгоценны," Anna sighed, "Не пугай меня снова."

Damn, you really ought to find a Russian dictionary. Instead, you just hummed and kissed Anna's cheek. Or, the mask anyways. She still reacted, jolting and touching her face where you'd kissed her.

A soft laugh left your lips. "Hope to see you next time!" You called over your shoulder. "Or, more accurately, hope you see me next time."

Anna shook her hatchet at you as you laughed, jumping into the hatch.

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #dead by daylight #anna x reader #the huntress x reader #green anon

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creepswrites · 11 months

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MEAT PIES (Thomas x Reader)

as a result of the poll i made, here is a lil something with Thomas Hewitt! also, this is sort of in celebration of 500 followers so thank you so much for that!! :D

Thomas Hewitt x gn!Reader (they/them)

Summary: You nodded and slipped out of the kitchen, hearing Luda May call the directions to you. Down the hall, first door on the left. Easy. The door in question was underneath a large staircase that led upstairs from the entry foyer. As you reached to open it, your hand froze on the doorknob. The sound of a revving chainsaw and screaming could be heard just beyond the door.

WARNING: 18+, violence, murder, c/nnibalism

Living in Travis County was becoming more and more difficult, particularly in Fuller. There were whispers around town that the meat processing plant had gone bad. The latest drought had caused illness in the cattle but the plant did nothing about it, continuing work as expected.

Those whispers had reached your ears almost immediately. Fuller was a relatively small town as is and the sick meat would be bad for your business.

Currently, you ran a little corner store making and selling various baked goods, though your little meat pies were especially good. Despite the town's size, you had various customers come in almost every day. When you'd first moved to town about two years ago, many of the older residents had turned up their noses when you'd continued to work on Sundays, not being particularly religious yourself.

Their attitudes quickly changed once they got a taste of your baking though.

You made various things as well, from cakes to breads to cookies. There was little you couldn't make. In summer, you'd whip up vanilla ice creams with apple cobblers and in winter you'd make warm honey and vanilla cakes. The town couldn't get enough of it.

Today was a warm day, as were most days in Texas. You'd just finished cleaning up one of the tables when you heard someone come inside. "Be right with you!" You called over your shoulder as you finished wiping down the table with a disinfectant wet wipe.

When you spun around, you smiled at a familiar face. "Hey Mrs Hewitt, how can I help ya?"

Luda May Hewitt was a regular of yours, always paying you generously to bring home some of your cakes and plates of cookies. She bought more than any other customer but you certainly weren't complaining. Sometimes she'd bring you some of her own family recipes for you to try, always looking proud when they came out a success.

You were always respectful to her, which you could tell she also appreciated. "Just here for the usual, dear." Luda May smiled at you.

With a quick nod, you slipped back behind the counter and began collecting chocolate clip cookies into a paper bag. "Did somethin' a lil different with 'em this week." You gave the old woman a secret smile. "Added a bit more salt to this batch, so let me know what ya think!"

"Ooo!" Luda May smiled. "I'm sure they'll be delicious as always. My Tommy's such a big fan of your bakin' you know."

You looked up at her, giving her a raised eyebrow. "Tommy?"

She nodded. "He works at the meat plant. Walks by your lil store every day on his way to work but he's too shy to come in, poor dear."

"I hope I don't scare him," you laughed good-naturedly as you sealed up the bag before collecting a dozen cupcakes into a paper tray. "He's welcome to come in if he wants! Can make him a hot chocolate if he shows up before openin.'"

Luda May gave you a fond look. "You're such a darlin,' don't know what angel sent ya to Fuller but I know the whole town's grateful." She paused, fidgeting with her fingers. "You heard 'bout the plant, right?" Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke.

You nodded at her, leaning closer over the counter like the two of you were sharing a dark secret over the little cakes and cookies. "Yeah, heard the meat was bad."

"Not just bad, dear." Luda May frowned. "Been stomach infections all over the country 'cause of the spoiled meat. A health inspectors comin' out this week to see."

A soft gasp left your lips and Luda May nodded sadly. "I mean... is the plant-?"

Luda May gave a wistful smile. "You've heard the rumors. I'm sure you've seen the families movin' out of Fuller this past month. Everyone's already cut their losses an' moved on."

You frowned, crossing your arms over your cool counter as the old woman opened her purse to pull out coins and bills to pay you. "What're you gonna do?" You asked her, chewing on your lip.

She looked at you with a soft look. "Don't you go worryin' about an old woman like me. I ain't last this long on pillows and cotton." She teased you, making you smile slightly. "I got my boys to look after me. We got a farm out in the country, we'll get by. I still got my job at the community center, for now."

As she slid the money across the counter and took the two bags of sweets, you gave her a polite wave. "Let me know if I can help somehow, yeah?"

Luda May just gave you a smile as she left, leaving you alone in the empty store as the bell of the door echoed emptily. You just hoped her family would be okay.

The Hewitts were a fairly reserved family but were the heart of the little community. Luda May and Charlie had a strong presence in the town and, despite the sheriff's best attempts, the town looked to the Hewitt family for advice. So you'd heard of Thomas Hewitt - Luda May's son who, according to rumors, was mentally challenged and physically disabled. You'd never met him but you'd heard stories.

You finally got to meet him just a few days after Luda May's visit.

It was early in the morning and you'd barely gotten dressed when you padded downstairs in socked feet to your little shop. You lived above the store in a small, one room apartment. It was convenient though!

A knock on the glass door confused your still-sleepy brain. You crept towards the door, unlocked it, and opened it. An enormous man stood there, staring at you with surprise. His hair was long, messy and matted, and he wore a mask over his mouth that obscured a lot of his face. You opened and closed your mouth for a minute before managing to choke out a few words. "Thomas, right?"

He nodded and you felt yourself smile. "Luda May told me 'boutcha! C'mon in," you stepped aside and shuffled back towards your coffee machine. You heard Thomas enter slowly, shutting the door carefully behind him. "You want coffee?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at him.

Thomas looked dirty, the apron he wore stained with blood. If he didn't work at the meat plant, you would've been more alarmed. He just stared at you, unblinking. "Hot chocolate?" You tried, earning a quick nod. "Comin' right up!" You gave him a bright smile as you set about making coffee for yourself and hot chocolate for your guest.

"Luda May says you walk by my shop a lot." You hummed as you worked. "You're allowed to come in, y'know? I ain't gonna run you off."

Thomas was silent still. You got the feeling he didn't talk much. So you went into the back room as drinks brewed and opened one of your storage boxes. Despite the dusty, rough nature of the rest of the town, you prided yourself on keeping things clean and tidy. So you grabbed two cinnamon rolls and went to reheat them in the little oven.

All the while, you felt eyes on you. For some reason, you got a heavy feeling in your stomach but you pushed it down. He was strange, not dangerous.

You slid the man a mug of hot chocolate and a warm cinnamon roll across your countertop with a smile. "Yer always welcome here."

To be polite, you turned your back to him as you drank your coffee to let him take off the mask he wore to eat better. The two of you enjoyed breakfast in relative silence until, without much fanfare, Thomas stepped away from the counter and slipped out the front door, back into the Texas heat.

He was strange, without a doubt, but he meant well. It was clear Luda May adored him so he must just really be shy with strangers. You'd start stocking up more hot chocolate, despite it being summer, for if Thomas ever visited you again.

And, later that very afternoon, hundreds of men were seen leaving the meat plant. It was shut down for good by the health inspector. You watched from your windows as the angry men stormed home, yelling in protest and anger with each other.

You didn't see Thomas in the crowds though. You hoped he was okay...

With the meat plant shut down, life in Fuller came to a complete stop. Where once it had been difficult, it was now near impossible to continue living there. At least 85% of the town moved away by the end of the month, abandoning their properties or selling them. The town, effectively, shut down in a matter of weeks.

But you remained.

You didn't have anywhere to go or the means to leave. Selling the property was an option but where would you even go? You didn't exactly have a means of moving. Your little car couldn't hold all your possessions and getting a moving company to help was ridiculously expensive...

You felt trapped.

Luda May visited you late one afternoon, a sad smile on her face. "Hello dear." She said softly, the overhead bell ringing to announce her arrival.

Glancing up from the catalogue you were browsing, you smiled back. "Hey Mrs Hewitt. How can I help ya?"

She made her way up to your counter, looking down at the catalogue before looking back up at you. "The Jamisons moved away." She said softly. Your eyes widened and you straightened up. "Just this afternoon." Her voice was shaky as you reached over to hold her hands.

"I'm so sorry..." Your voice was soft as the old woman looked close to collapsing. "I know how close they were with the town, I-"

Luda May held your hands back tight. "It's been so hard, havin' everyone move away just like that. Like this town ain't worth nothin' without the meat plant." She grit her teeth against a wet sob. "My Tommy ain't got no place to work an' we- we can't leave. But if everyone else goes, what'll happen to us? What'll we do?"

You let go of Luda May long enough to slide over your counter to hug her. "I'm so sorry. I- I wish there was something I could do to help..."

She held you tight as she let herself sob. You swayed with her for a moment, trying your best to console her. "Ain't nowhere left to work in this town. We can't survive on pennies from my community center job, sweetheart. It's gettin' too hard." Luda May wept.

You felt for her, truly. "If there's anything I can do, please let me know. You an' your family have done so much for me, for the town. Least I can do is repay the favor."

Luda May pulled back slightly, wiping her cheeks. "You're too good for this world. Certainly the Lord blessed us when he sent you to this town." She sniffed once, straightening up and adjusting her glasses. "You should come on by for dinner tonight. We got guests comin' over an' I think you'd fit right in."

"Oh!" You perked up, smiling at her. "I'd love to! I've got this pie recipe I've been meanin' to try out, I think y'all will love it."

Luda May smiled and nodded along. "I got two hours left in my shift at the community center. I'll come on by and getcha after, alright?"

You nodded excitedly. "I'll get cleaned up. Thank you, I'm honored to be invited along!"

When you turned to hurry up the stairs to your little apartment, you missed the way Luda May's smile faded away. Her heart ached with remorse for what she was sentencing you to.

As she left the store, she cried silent tears for the betrayal she was about to give you.

But, as promised, Luda May came to pick you up just as the sun was going down. You'd gotten cleaned up, dressed nice in light clothing to protect yourself against the hot Texas afternoon. An airy, white and blue striped shirt with the collar pressed nicely alongside matching navy blue shorts. The boots you wore were simple and the cleanest shoes you owned.

When Luda May spotted you, smiling and waving at her as you clutched a wicker basket in your hands, she almost told you the truth. Almost made up a lie to keep you from coming over, to save you from the fate that Charlie - Hoyt, he'd insisted now - would surely sentence you to. But he'd been right. The family needed to eat.

She just wished you'd left town earlier. Packed up your cute little things into neat, nice boxes and left this shithole of a town. But no. You'd stayed because you were sweet. And you trusted her. Which only made her feel worse about putting you into this situation.

You, who had only ever been so kind and loving to her, her family, Tommy...

But she didn't say or do anything. She just smiled as you got into her old truck and drove you down the old, dirt road towards the Hewitt house. The old blue truck rattled but you were polite and didn't say a thing. You were too good for this world, in Luda May's eyes.

Maybe, just maybe, there could be a way to save you still.

The Hewitt farm was much bigger than you imagined. The large, manor-like house lay surrounded by various barns, cattle pens, and a nearby junkyard. You didn't let it show on your face but the whole place felt... Dirty.

Like dirt caked every surface, even lightly. As though if you were to drag your fingers across anything, you'd find layers of dirt and dust left on the tips of your fingers. You suppressed a shudder as Luda May left her truck, shutting the door rather loudly. You were quick to follow her up to the big house, stumbling slightly as you hurried.

"Now, be wary of the boys. They tend to be a bit rowdy this late in the day. Once dinner rolls 'round they'll settle. If any of them give you trouble, you come straight to me." Luda May said as you approached the door.

You gave her a quick nod. "Yes ma'am."

The smile she gave you was fond but it was also... something else.

Before you could figure out what, you heard a scream. Your heart lept to your throat but Luda May took your hand in hers and squeezed. "The boys play rough. They're alright, dear." She gave you a warm look. "Lets just get inside 'n outta this heat."

You obeyed, swallowing down a sick feeling you had rising in your stomach.

The inside of the house was. Messy, to say the least. But, you had to remind yourself to be polite as you were guided from the foyer to the kitchen. Some dishes lay in the sink, making Luda May curse. "Monty!" She called somewhere into the house. "Next time ya fuckin' leave dishes in the sink, I'm havin' Tommy throw your damn truck out!"

You blinked back in shock. You'd never heard her talk like that.

A man, who you could only assume was Monty, poked his head into the kitchen. "God damn woman, ain't my job to clean the place!"

Luda May scoffed. "I pride myself on runnin' a clean house. You start undoin' my hard work an' you can sleep in the barn with the other stupid animals!" She let out a loud huff. "Where's Tommy anyway?"

Monty shrugged. "Ain't seen 'im. Might be downstairs." He looked you up and down, over and over. The gesture made you feel dirty. "You can go look for 'im while I entertain our, uh, guest."

"Absolutely not." Luda May said, scrubbing a plate with a brush. "They're my guest, you an' Charlie can keep your dirty hands off. They're the sweet baker from down the road who makes those sweets y'all like so much."

He raised his eyebrows. "Are they now? Well I'll be damned."

You flushed under all the attention, fidgeting nervously with the basket in your hands and deciding to just set in on the counter nearby Luda May. "I could, um, go find Thomas. If- if you wanted?"

Anything to get away from Monty's leering eyes.

Luda May nodded to you. "He should be down in the basement workin'. Don't mind if he doesn't hear ya, you can shout."

You nodded and slipped out of the kitchen, hearing Luda May call the directions to you. Down the hall, first door on the left. Easy. The door in question was underneath a large staircase that led upstairs from the entry foyer. As you reached to open it, your hand froze on the doorknob. The sound of a revving chainsaw and screaming could be heard just beyond the door.

The sounds of heavy footsteps on the staircase above made your stomach swoop and you quickly opened the door and slipped inside. Your breath caught in your throat as the sounds got quieter, the screams turning to gurgles and the chainsaw dying down. Fearing the worst, you were silent on the rickety, old, wooden steps that went down into the darkness of the basement.

You held your breath as you neared the bottom, looking out into the dimly lit room.

Ice-hot fear shot through you at the sight. Thomas, standing over a man's body that was strapped to a table. The chainsaw he'd used lay on a bench beside the table as he appeared to be skinning the eviscerated man laying before him.

Thomas looked up at you and you slapped your hand over your mouth to cover your gasp. Tears filled your eyes as you scrambled back up the stairs, utterly terrified. You tore open the front door and took off running, only going faster when you heard Thomas chasing you.

But he knew the land better than you.

Eventually, through all your running and hiding, you found yourself cornered in one of the large, dusty barns. The ceiling and walls were wooden and the floor was just loose dirt. You whimpered when you saw Thomas's shadow approach you, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He stood in the open doorway, meat cleaver in hand as he stared at you. You backed up until you hit the wall but Thomas kept approaching you. "Are you going to hurt me?" You choked through a sob.

Thomas froze and just stared at you. You could tell your question had surprised him but he was quick to recover. He nodded. You felt your heart sink as you slid down to the dirt floor, curling up on yourself.

You sat there, curled up in the fetal position, and began to cry openly. Thomas made a soft grunt but you couldn't hear, too busy crying. You didn't want to die, much less at Thomas's hand. He'd always seemed nice, if a bit intimidating, but you thought he and Luda May were good people.

The memory of the basement flashed in your head and you blinked up at Thomas with wet, red-rimmed eyes. He seemed to deflate then, sitting down criss-crossed in front of you, careful to keep his distance. He set the cleaver down and put his hands in his lap and just watched you.

You sniffed. "Can... can you at least do it quick?"

Thomas looked guilty as he made a grumbling noise. You wished, momentarily, he could talk to you. At least then maybe he'd tell you what he was planning to do to you. Instead, he surprised you by picking up the cleaver and tossing it further away before looking expectantly back at you.

You blinked. "You're... you're not going to hurt me?"

Thomas shook his head.

"Are..." You swallowed a thick lump that had been lodged in your throat. "Are the others...?"

That made Thomas pause. With a thoughtful look, he shook his head once before holding out his hand to you. Slowly, like you were reaching for a dog that might bite your hand off if you were too fast, you slid your hand into his.

The size difference was considerable. His hand was at least a quarter size bigger than yours, if not more, and it was rough. You knew he'd worked at the meat plant cutting up meat so of course he'd have workers hands. He gingerly ran his thumb along the back of your hand, trying to reassure you.

"You won't... let them hurt me, right?" You asked, voice low.

He nodded his head, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Whatever had changed his mind about hurting you, you weren't willing to question it. "Okay." You said softly, letting Thomas help you stand up. Your clothes were covered in dirt but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Though you did almost retch when you saw the blood on his apron.

"Tommy, where'd you-" Luda May called out, freezing when she saw you with Thomas. He still hadn't let go of your hand as he stepped in front of you with a pleading sound. Luda May's shoulders seemed to sag. "I'm sorry, dear." She looked at you with a remorseful look. "I... I was hopin' to keep you from findin' out. Charlie's been... persistent 'bout gettin' food for the family an' I had no choice."

Your mind slowly caught up to what she was saying. "You... you brought me here to... to be killed and eaten?!" Tears began falling again, streaking down your dirt-covered cheeks.

Thomas squeezed your hand again and you felt like throwing up. Luda May didn't say anything as she looked to Thomas. "Charlie'll be angry to know you're keepin' them alive. Are you sure about this?"

He nodded once, still standing protectively in front of you. As terrified as you were - of both Thomas and the entire concept of being made into dinner - you felt a bit reassured that he was set on not hurting you.

Luda May sighed quietly. "Alright. Dinner'll be ready soon. Proper meat." She shot you a reassuring look. "You two get cleaned up. Charlie'll be back soon."

Thomas tugged your hand gently, looking down at you and asking you to follow. He guided you to walk ahead of him, gently pushing you along after Luda May. You glanced over your shoulder as you walked to spot Thomas picking the cleaver back up. When he noticed your alarmed look, he quickly put it behind his back with wide eyes.

You almost laughed at the hysterical nature of it all. You were being invited to dinner - which you nearly became - and the guy who was going to butcher you was hiding the cleaver so you wouldn't be scared of him. Like you were a kid who had no object permanence.

Thomas genuinely did not want to scare you. You knew that. It didn't make you any less terrified though.

Charlie Hewitt - or Sheriff Hoyt as he was calling himself now, as you were terrified to learn he'd also killed - was currently having a fit.

When you'd come downstairs having mostly cleaned off in the bathroom, he'd spotted you quickly. When Luda May informed him you were a friend of Thomas's and definitely not dinner, he'd been enraged. He'd started throwing things around the house, yelling at Luda May and Thomas, who both stood strong. "I asked ya to find somethin' for dinner and ya bring back nothing? Just some sad lookin' baker kid who ain't worth jack?!"

Luda May glared. "You give em any trouble, I'll beat ya black and blue and make ya sleep outside, ya hear? I ain't puttin' up with your shit tonight, Charlie."

"Hoyt, it's Hoyt now!" He yelled back, smashing a plate.

"Every dish you break, you buy a new one!" Luda May yelled, smacking his arm hard.

Hoyt's eyes fell on you as he glared. When he moved forward to grab you, Thomas was quick to interfere. You ducked behind his arm as he stood between you and Hoyt. "Thomas. Move." Hoyt snarled.

But Thomas didn't budge. In fact, he looked surprised as he looked down at you clinging to his forearm, terrified out of your mind. While you were scared of everyone in the room, Thomas was the most likely to defend you and defend you hard. The cleaver he'd been carrying was laying out on the table and, while you'd known Luda May longer, you doubted she'd be able to use it against Hoyt if he came closer.

"I won't ask you again, boy," Hoyt snarled. Thomas calmly lifted Hoyt up by the collar of his shirt and threw him aside, sending the man crashing into the table with a hard tumble.

Luda May spoke up then. "That's enough!" She snapped at both Hoyt and Thomas. "You two clean up this mess."

Hoyt glared over at her. "We look after family. They," he pointed a finger at you as he stood, "ain't family."

You shared a nervous look with Luda May, who remained steady. "They may as well be. Far as I'm concerned, they're the only one who provided food for dinner tonight." She glared down at Hoyt. "While you were runnin' around playin' dress up."

Hoyt was quiet. "What'd they bring?"

"Meat pies." You said quietly. When Hoyt looked at you, you repeated yourself louder, fearing his anger. "I brought meat pies. L-lamb ones."

The room was silent. "Ya brought lamb pot pies?" Hoyt asked slowly, raising an eyebrow. You nodded frantically and he sighed. "Alright, fine, ya can stay." He grumbled, leaving the room with a huff.

You looked up at Thomas with nervous eyes. The mask he wore obscured a lot of his face but you could see his eyes. He blinked slowly, a softness there you were surprised by.

Clutching his arm tighter, you let yourself relax as Thomas stood protectively beside you. You could survive this, you thought to yourself.

You will survive this.

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x you #the hewitt family

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Billy loomis x reader where she’s a very introverted person and it kind of messes up his plans at the party that night everything went down

i tend to write billy a very specific way, which is why i haven't written very much for him, but i hope you enjoy this! he's very interesting to write for! mayb in the future i'll do a story and touch on his mind more, we'll see

BILLY LOOMIS with a F! S/O who is very introverted

“Dude, when’s she gettin’ outta here?” Stu whisper-yelled at Billy, jerking his thumb over in your direction. “We gotta get a move on and you said she’d be gone by now?”

“I know, I know,” Billy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew bringing you along to the party would make his plans with Stu far more complicated than necessary, but it would look bad showing up without you. He cared about you - shockingly, after all he wasn’t exactly fond of most people - and he didn’t want you getting roped into his shit.

He wanted you to go home with some group of girls who left earlier but you had been too terrified to ask them for a ride. So, there you sat in the kitchen, sipping on a vodka lemonade without a care in the world, blissfully oblivious to your boyfriend’s plot to murder.

Billy sighed, turning his head to look at Stu. The two were sat on a couch as Randy talked about some horror movie to the remain few guests. Of course, soon word would reach them about their dead principal and Billy had no doubt they’d take off to go see. This had all been planned meticulously for months in advance.

He knew it wasn’t your fault for screwing it up. You didn’t know, that was the whole point. Problem was how to get you out. “Is Tatum still… around?” Billy asked Stu with a hard look.

Stu blinked once. Twice. “Dude I told you, I didn’t want anything happenin’ to her.” His voice was low. “If you want her gone, dude, that’s on y-“

“No, no, I mean,” Billy huffed, “if she’s still here, maybe she can take my girl home. Two birds, one stone, ya feel?”

Realization dawned on Stu’s face. “Oh, yeah, I getcha! I’ll go find her.” He stood with a dramatic flair, attracting Randy’s attention. “I’ll be right back~” He said, walking backwards towards the stairs, earning laughs from the people around the couch.

Billy just smirked to himself and focused on his red solo cup. Coca Cola wasn’t his favorite but he needed to blend in. As he took a drink, you slipped into Stu’s place. Dark eyes followed your movement as you snuggled closer. “You okay?” He asked softly.

Now, very few people knew Billy beneath his surface level. His real thoughts and feelings. Stu knew more than most people but no one had ever seen him completely. It made him feel safer. Like his disguise was working. Dating Sydney had been a welcome distraction, another piece of his plan perfectly in place. So her dumping him hadn’t been expected.

Finding you wasn’t either. But he was attracted to something about you. Something in his gut that told him he might be able to trust you with his darkness. Let you in on his and Stu’s work one day, when you could all look back on tonight as just a faint memory.

Not now though. Right now, he needed to protect you.

While he’d planned on killing Tatum for a nice, clean finish, Stu had been resistant to the idea. Your very presence may have just spared her from any involvement. Stu liked her and didn’t want to hurt her but, unlike Billy, he was aware he might have to cut his losses.

Your introverted nature may have given Tatum a chance to walk away.

“You okay, doll?” Billy asked you softly, curling an arm around your shoulder.

You slid more into his side, scrunching your face up slightly. “I’m… not a big party person.”

He chuckled, a warm sound he had practiced. “I know. It’s why I’m glad you came with me. I- I know its really outta your comfort zone, but I appreciate you coming with me.” Billy kissed the top of your head, resting his chin there. “Next date, you can pick.”

A soft giggle from you made him smirk. “Is this a date?” You teased, tracing odd patterns on his jeans. “Odd date for an odd guy, hm?”

Oh, if only you knew.

Stu smacked his hands down on the back of the leather couch, making you jump and making Billy shoot him an annoyed look. “Hey, uh, Billy?” Stu bit at his lip nervously, Tatum looking clearly worried over his shoulder. "Sydney's upstairs getting sick in the bathroom."

Billy frowned, scanning Stu's face and noting the ghost of a smile there. While he'd broken up with Sydney weeks ago, they still needed her for the final act. So they'd slipped her something that'd make her throw up but not do any real damage to her. A last minute adjustment to the plan but, sometimes, Stu had good ideas.

Quickly, Billy put on a face of alarm. "Oh shit, did something happen?

Stu shrugged. "Hard to say. Think she might need some help."

Tatum gagged lightly. "I love Syd, but no way. That's gross. I just wanna go home."

"Aww, not stayin' the night?" Stu teased, wrapping an arm around her waist. He kissed her temple as she looked at you.

You and Tatum got along fairly well. Being girlfriends of two best friends meant you two would have an easier time getting along versus hating each other. Besides, Tatum knew it wasn't your fault Syd was paranoid and broke up with Billy.

"Would you mind driving her home for me, Tatum?" Billy asked softly, brushing hair back behind your ear. "I should make sure Syd gets home alright and I don't wanna leave you here alone." Billy kissed your forehead softly.

You frowned slightly. "Are you sure? I don't mind helping."

Billy smiled at you, his perfectly practiced smile reassuring you. "I'm sure. I was gonna leave anyways. How 'bout I head over to your place after I help out Syd?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face.

You blushed as Stu giggled obnoxiously, him and Tatum gagging over the two of you. As if they weren't the king and queen of disgusting couples things.

Tatum took your arm and dragged you off the couch and towards the door. "You better make sure Syd gets home safe." She pointed a delicately painted nail at Billy and Stu.

Billy held up his hands placatingly. "So long as you get my girl home safe. Deal?"

Stu laughed and Tatum rolled her eyes, hooking elbows with you as the two of you marched out of the house. You liked Tatum, since she wasn't afraid to speak her mind and always defended you. She, of course, made sure you got home safe and sound. When you'd finally gotten home, you took a quick shower, changed into pajamas, and fell into bed.

You didn't even notice you'd fallen asleep until you woke up to the sun's harsh rays beaming down on your eyes from your bedroom window. A pang of concern came over you when you realized Billy hadn't come over.

Quietly, you padded down the stairs and saw your mother and father's eyes glued to the television. It looked like whatever had their attention had interrupted your dad heading to work and your mom from cooking breakfast. As you stepped closer to ask what was wrong, you heard the newscaster's voice.

"...police confirmed the killer to be Neil Prescott who broke into the house and killed five people - including his daughter Sydney - and then himself. The only two survivors were Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, whom authorities say are currently hospitalized due to injuries."

You stopped listening, adrenaline coursing through you and your heart pounded as you stared at the screen. Oh god, Sydney's dad killed all those people? His own daughter? You bolted for the door, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas as you made your way to your car. The hospital would no doubt be open, you thought as you backed out of the driveway.

All you could think of was that you needed to see if Billy was okay.

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher x s/o #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #stu macher #tatum riley #she's here for like. two minutes.

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Slashers with a s/o who has a fear of needles or medical things in general please!!☆

SLASHERS with a GN! S/O who is afraid of needles and medical things!

MICHAEL MYERS

He's surprisingly understanding about it!

After years in hospitals himself, he's also a bit apprehensive about needles

He used to be subjected to a lot of medicines against his will so he's standing in solidarity with you

While he won't exactly go to the hospital with you if you have to, when you come back he'll actually initiate touch with you, holding your hand and touching your face

He'll let you cuddle him like a teddy bear if you need to

Michael's not the most emotional guy you know but you can tell he understands your fears when you vent to him about them

If you take medication that require you to do shots on yourself, Michael's apprehensive to help you out

Simply because it freaks you out as much as it freaks him out

Not that he'd let you see it, of course

He could be convinced to help out, so long as you promise to make his favorite for dinner that night

BO SINCLAIR

When you bring it up with him, its because you saw his room under the auto shop

Honestly, he'd been impressed the chair with straps on it, photos of his victims, and the clear signs of torture weren't what upset you

No, it was the syringes you saw on his tools tray

He'd teased you about it at first, but when he restrained you in his arms and threatened to poke you with one, so close to poking into your skin, he'd stopped when you started bawling

Lester had smacked him upside the head for it and he started taking it more seriously

Whenever guests were taken down to the little basement room, you avoided it like the plague. Not that you didn't before, you just had a greater reason to avoid it

After integrating into Ambrose, you didn't really see doctors anymore, but if you absolutely needed to, Bo would give you shots

He'd probably first try to pawn off the work on Vincent or Lester but when you pleaded with him, he caved

You were his biggest weakness and it made his heart clench to see how much you trusted him, despite everything

He even made sure the syringes in his dad's old office were put out of sight somewhere safe so you didn't have to see them

You avoided the office a lot anyways, it made your stomach hurt to be in

BILLY LOOMIS

Billy doesn't see the big deal, honestly

The two of you had been watching horror movies together, cuddled up on his couch, and you'd become incredibly distressed when one of the characters got injected with something

You'd buried your face into his neck with a sob and he paused the movie to make sure you were okay

Despite his low empathy, he didn't like seeing you cry, so you'd told him all about it

If you ever had to go to the hospital, Billy would comfort you when you saw him

He'd make sure to grab your favorite snacks and have a warm blanket ready at home

If you needed to self-administer shots, he'd happily offer to help

To be honest, he was a bit curious about it. He'd probably make a big show of it

But he'd be a bit flattered if you don't wince or cry when he does it. He thinks its because you trust him not to hurt you permanently

Billy would probably suggest "exposure therapy" via movies

When he noticed just how bad you'd shake and cry, he'd stop. He loved you, after all, but he always went for a solution before comfort

He made sure his movie suggestions going forward didn't have needles or hospitals as the main focus

LESLIE VERNON

Leslie's fine with it honestly! It doesn't bother him

When you have to pick him up from the morgue, though, he notices you shaking outside

It's not a hospital, but it's close. And you fucking hate it.

Leslie gives you a quick hug and is quick to get you out of there

But, because of his injuries, he needs your help with giving him shots

You're trembling and all but fainting when he asks, your fears completely slipping his mind until he sees your face

"Babe, looks like you've seen a ghost-?" And then it clicks

He's incredibly apologetic, reassuring you he can get Billy's help while you're reassuring him - albeit more shakily - that you can help him

After all, he'd do the same for you!

But he won't let you make yourself miserable for his sake, not at all

He shoos you to the bedroom to take care of himself and you cuddle with your pillow until he comes back

Leslie's idea of romance is laying with you in bed, drawing patterns on your skin with his fingers, telling you how he'll blow up every hospital ever so that you never feel uncomfortable

It's a little bit sweet...

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #michael myers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #billy loomis x reader #leslie vernon x reader

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‣ The following themes are PROHIBITED: racism, homophobia, transphobia, inc*st, ped*philia, illegal age gaps, extreme/harmful fetishes and kinks, r*pe, self-h*rm, suic*de, & extremely graphic abuse/depictions of abuse.

‣ Topics such as mental illness, violent scenes, and mention/depiction of abuse may pop up on occasion and will be properly tagged. While violent scenes may occur, I try to avoid topics I know to be upsetting to read as well as topics I myself find upsetting.

‣ I will NOT write smut with underage muses of mine, even if the reader is the same age.

‣ I will write for AMAB, AFAB, TRANS, and GN READERS! If you have specific pronouns for your reader request, make sure to state those! I always default to gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified :)

‣ Please do NOT repost my writing anywhere! Ask to translate, do not unless I have given explicit permission for you to do so.

II. ❝ THEMES ❞

‣ Common themes I write for include but are not limited to:

fluff / slice of life

angst / darker themes

nsfw / smut

violence

multi-chapter stories

‣ I do write reader x canon OR canon x canon, so long as it does not violate any of my restrictions! I can be picky about what canon x canon pairing I write for though, it has to speak to me.

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‣ Do not spam/pressure me to write! I write for what inspires me in the moment. Requests will be completed when I have the time.

‣ Requests sent when they're closed will be discarded!

HEADCANONS | 1-3K ONESHOT | 4K+ ONESHOT

‣ Headcanons : Five character max, one character min. If the headcanon prompt is specific enough, it can be combined with a small drabble! These vary in length/detail. Unless characters for headcanons are specified, I'll likely write as many/as few as I feel inspired for! Usually within the same fandom/theme, so long as they fit the prompt given!

‣ 1-3k Oneshot : These vary in length & detail depending on the material provided. If requesting, please specify, otherwise I default to headcanons. These can take me longer than headcanons so I take requests for them more sparingly.

‣ 4k+ Oneshot : Meant for more specific scenarios with lots of ideas & content involved! I rarely do these unless I'm particularly inspired by the prompt given. Usually, 4k+ is reserved for long-term story chapters.

IV. ❝ MUSES ❞

‣ Michael Myers : Halloween (1987, RZ, & 2018/Kills)

‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, & Lester Sinclair : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

‣ Pyramid Head : Silent Hill

‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017 & 2019) (sparingly)

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#🔪 creeps writes #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #horror writing #halloween 1978 #house of wax #black christmas #behind the mask #the texas chainsaw massacre #friday the 13th #the boy 2016 #carrie 1976 #dead by daylight #silent hill #scream #halloween ends #stranger things #it 2017

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helloo could i request headcanons for tiffany valentine and/or vincent sinclair with a s/o who collects and restores dolls !

sorry for the wait, got caught up in real life. this is actually a really cute idea too omg

VINCENT SINCLAIR w/ a GN! S/O who collects and restores dolls

You've been living in Ambrose for some time and you bonded quickly with Vincent. He's a bit of a hopeless romantic so he'd been pining for you for ages before you worked up the courage to kiss him

He's your boyfriend, for lack of a better word, and he swoons whenever you call him that to his brothers or visitors

It takes time for you to gather the right materials in Ambrose. I mean, the place isn't exactly known for having dolls

You ask Lester if he can bring you some materials from a nearby town

He brings back an old doll with various cracks, ruined clothes, and is faded from age. It's perfect

You don't want to crowd Vincent's space, even if he is your boyfriend, so you repurpose one of the abandoned houses in town for your workspace

The doll takes you hours to clean and patch up, using glue, wax, anything you can find. Its a ceramic doll with ball joints so you're extra careful with her

You repaint her, make her a nice little dress and bonnet, and clear off a bookshelf to display her

But you feel like she needs some friends

So Lester keeps bringing you dolls and you keep refurbishing them!

"C'mon, I've got something to show you!" You grinned up at Vincent, clinging to his sleeve and dragging him across town. The sun was beginning to set on the little town, stretching your shadows across the street as the lights came on.

Your little workshop was clean with no animatronic wax people inside. Despite knowing they were long dead, it made you uncomfortable to think about. You respected the Sinclair brothers' work - what you did wasn't too far off from the sculptures - but you didn't exactly want to spend amounts of time with the sculptures, especially if they were still fresh.

It felt weird.

So you'd chosen an empty house, for your own peace of mind.

Vincent followed you dutifully, barely being dragged and simply being led. He was a bit curious what you'd been spending time doing for the past few months. You'd kept your project close to your chest and had practically begged Lester not to tell Bo or Vincent so you could surprise them.

Or, more specifically, surprise Vincent. You doubted Bo had any interest in dolls.

You opened the door to the little house, flicking on the lamp in the living room. Vincent let out a soft gasp behind you and you let yourself smile.

The bookshelf was lined with various types of dolls. Fabric, plastic, porcelain, any kind Lester could get his hands on. Repainted, washed, redressed, and beautiful. Your personal favorite was a pair of porcelain twin boys who sat side by side, almost identical except for eye color and clothing color.

Vincent approached your work slowly, hands hovering and longing to touch them. "You can touch," you smiled, hands on your hips behind him, "just be careful."

"As if I would be anything but." Vincent signed to you before examining your collection. Gently, he lifted up the first doll you'd repaired, turning it over gently in his hands. "They're beautiful." He signed messily with one hand.

You felt yourself blush and you shrugged nonchalantly. "They're no wax sculptures but I'm proud of them."

Vincent set the doll back gently, brushing his finger down its cheek before facing you. "No. They're better."

Giggling, you stepped towards him and pressed a soft kiss to the cheek of his mask. He reached up to touch the spot gently, his own face warming up. You pressed your forehead to his chest and he ran his fingers gently over your shoulder and down your back, holding one of your hands in his.

You wondered, briefly, if Vincent would be flattered if you refurbished a doll to look like him.

He would be.

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #house of wax #vincent sinclair x reader

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RED CHRISTMAS | CH 2 (Billy Lenz)

honestly i loved writing Red Christmas so much and i want to write billy lenz that i'm just gonna make a part 2 anyways :) hi black christmas fandom this ones for you

Billy Lenz + Sorority Girls (platonic)

Summary: While Agnes was difficult for reporters to find, Jess was no reporter. She was a studying psychologist and she knew there were answers that only the young girl would have. If she could find her, she might be able to help Billy somehow. (TW: graphic descriptions of murder)

"So let me get this straight," Phyll frowned. She, Peter, and Barb were sat on the couch facing the kitchen, the Christmas tree behind them still aglow with soft, twinkling lights. The awning into the kitchen was a few feet away and with the only light in the living room coming from the tree, it made the harsh, yellow lights in the kitchen stand out against the darkness. Peter held a bag of frozen peas to his eye and glared daggers at Billy, who was in the kitchen with Jess. "Some random dude stays after the party and suddenly he attacks Peter?" Phyll's voice was a whisper, afraid that if she was too loud, Billy would attack her too.

He might, as far as she knew.

Barb snorted, taking a lazy drag from her cigarette. "Honestly, that's reasonable. Petey here is fuckin' annoying sometimes." Peter shot her a glare and she continued, eyes half lidded as she smirked. "Dude looks insane though."

The three turned to stare at the man in question. Billy and Jess were sat at the small kitchen table, each sitting on of the old, worn kitchen chairs. While he stared ahead at nothing, she wrapped his hand with soft, white gauze. His knuckles had bled when he attacked Peter and Jess had immediately fretted over him. Billy trembled slightly, mumbling quietly as Jess worked.

When she was finished, she let his hand fall limp in his lap and watched him. He refused to meet her eyes and instead looked frantically about the room. Billy lifted a hand to chew at his fingernails anxiously. "It's alright," Jess's voice was soft. As terrifying as he was, she still felt pity for him. Clearly something was wrong, she knew that.

She hadn't told anyone he was the Moaner. She partially worried that Billy wouldn't take that identity reveal well.

Jess stood slowly as to not startle him and made her way deeper into the kitchen. She felt eyes on her as she began warming hot chocolate and hummed quietly to herself. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she heard her humming echoed from just a few feet behind her but she willed herself to relax.

Surely, if he wanted to hurt her, he would've done so by now.

When the drink was done, Jess kept her back to Billy as she opened the fridge to grab whipped cream. She covered the top of the mug in the stuff and stuck a nearby candy cane inside. "It's a trick Barb showed me," she explained aloud. Billy's eyes were still on her - she could feel them on her almost constantly - and when she turned to hand him the drink, he didn't seem as nervous as before. "It makes the chocolate taste a bit like peppermint."

Billy stared at her and then down at the warm, blue mug. "Peppermint." He repeated, mimicking her accent. "Peppermint. Peppermint."

Jess felt a small smile on her face, despite herself.

He took the drink carefully and stirred it curiously with the candy cane. The white cream began to tint red...

...

Red hot blood hit his face and he heard mommy screaming. He turned slowly, staring at her over his shoulder as she cowered in fear. Billy slammed her boyfriend's face into the hot stove, relishing in his screams and the smell of burnt flesh.

He let go of his head and stalked towards his mother, who cowered in the corner. Nowhere to go. "Billy-! Billy, don't, please, listen to me," she begged. Billy stood above her and tilted his head curiously. "Billy, sweetie, I never- I never meant to-!"

Billy drove the sharp candy cane into her neck, spraying blood all over himself and the cabinets. He left it there, watching the red-white candy turn bright red.

"Silly, silly, silly Billy, what have you done..." He whispered as he stood up, suddenly struck with a sick feeling in his stomach. "Billy, Billy, you broke it. Broke it. Broke it. Nasty, stupid Billy!" The words scraped his throat, mimicking his mothers voice. "Nasty pig bitch!" His voice cracked and he clutched a frying pan in his fist, bringing it down on her skull over and over and over...

...

"Billy?" Jess asked quietly. He looked up at her and was stunned when he couldn't see her. She was blurry. But, with a blink, he could see her again. Tears fell down his cheeks as he stared openly at her.

Jess motioned for him to sit back down in the chair, taking his arm in a gentle hand. "Sorry." He said quietly.

"It's... It's alright." She tried. Liar, Billy thought to himself. But something about the way she would lie to make him feel better... That was more than anyone had ever done for him. It angered him as well as it made something warm ache in his chest. No one but Agnes had ever been this kind to him.

He remembered the girl locked up in the attic. Jess's kindness would disappear as soon as she learnt he'd messed up again. Broke it, Billy thought to himself. He broke the toy again and now he'd be sent back up to the attic. Memories of stuffy, hot spaces littered with dust and cobwebs. Splinters cutting his fingers and soft sobbing as he yanked them out with his teeth as best he could...

Jess put her hands over his, holding the mug with him. Bright green eyes jerked back up to look at her. She didn't look at him with anger or exhaustion, like the way his mother often did if he came to her with a cold or an infected injury. Billy wasn't even hurt and Jess looked at him with compassion.

He could see the hesitance there too but he didn't have time to be paranoid about that.

Now, Jess saw she had a choice to make. She could let Billy stay the night, set him up on the couch, and see if she could find where he was meant to be staying. Or she could call the police. Or she could tell the others he's the Moaner and just... deal with whatever consequences came with it.

Or, her mind supplied, the more interesting route: she could learn more about him.

Jess was a psychology student. Being presented with a mysterious and clearly unstable man was intellectually fascinating to her. Had she not heard his comments about pigs earlier, she wouldn't even have believed this sad man sitting in front of her crying over a hot chocolate could possibly be the same man making lewd phone calls to them..

How did these things connect? What happened to him? Where did he even come from-?

"Hey," Barb's voice seemed to snap both Jess and Billy from their thoughts. "Peter's gettin' all huffy you're holdin' hands." She blew out smoke from her cigarette.

Billy winced ever so slightly. Barb didn't notice but Jess did.

"Sorry," Jess said, letting go of Billy's hands and watching him drink from the mug. He kept his attention on her - green eyes boring holes into her, like if he stared hard enough he'd see through her.

Barb rocked slightly on the balls of her feet. "Soooo... what's the plan with, uh, Billy then?" The girl tilted her head, giving him a quick glance. "We callin' the cops or-?"

"No!" Billy immediately protested, looking panicked.

"No, no." Jess reassured Billy. "No police, he'll- um- he'll stay the night. We'll... figure out a plan of action in the morning." A pause. "I'm too tired to think anyways."

Barb gave Jess a look and then glanced back at Billy. "Well, crazy, seems like we're all havin' a sleepover."

Billy gave her a strange look. "Sleepover." He repeated, mimicking her cadance.

That seemed to amuse Barb. A wide grin appeared as she laughed. "Yeah, sleepover. Ya ever have one of those?" The silence must have been answer enough. "Well, usually, we have popcorn and watch scary movies and do each others nails." She snorted.

But Billy didn't seem put off by that. "Nails." He repeated. "Pop, pop, pop, popcorn." He popped the p's as he spoke.

"Alright, I'm with Jess, this guy can stay the night." Barb called over her shoulder to Peter and Phyll. "I like this guy."

Phyll stood, wrapping her arms around herself. "Barb, I don't think thats-"

"What other voices can you do?" Barb asked, nudging Billy gently with her slipper-covered toes.

Billy stared up at her, almost vacantly, before smiling slightly. He took a moment before repeating lines he heard from the radio that morning. "And the weather today, folks, is lookin' to be cold as hell. If hell froze over that is." He mimicked the weatherman's voice, relaxing slightly at the impressed look on Barbara's face.

She laughed, surprised. "Wow, okay, you're good at that. You can watch movies with us but you gotta do some'a their voices for me, deal?"

He nodded shyly, fidgeting with the cup again.

"Oh, fuck no." Peter spoke up, coming to stand beside Phyll. "He is not allowed to be alone with you girls."

Barb gave Peter an exhausted look. "What, you think we need a big, strong man like you to protect us?" Her voice oozed sarcasm. Billy put the candy cane in his mouth and gnawed on it as he watched the exchange.

Peter ignored her tone. "Yeah, you do. Especially since Jess is having my baby!"

Jess huffed. "I'm not having any baby, Peter, I told you."

The room was silent. "Jess." Peter's voice was eerily calm. "You are not going to abort our baby."

Before either Jess or Peter could keep going, a loud cracking sound was heard. Billy stared at Peter, dark malice swirling in his eyes. When he slowly removed the candy cane from his mouth, the end of it was jagged down to a rough point. Billy glared at Peter and the taller man swallowed.

Barb snorted with a single nod. "Well said, freak. Petey, if yer jus' gonna cause problems, you can go." She reached over and ruffled Billy's hair. "We got a big, strong man to protect us right here."

Billy hung his head at the affection, feeling bile rise to his throat as anxiety made him tremble. Jess certainly noticed. He could practically feel her concerned eyes on him.

Peter and Barb continued to argue amongst themselves while Phyll appeared at Jess's side. "Jess," she said softly, "are you sure this is a good idea?" She gave a nervous glance at Billy.

Jess chewed on the inside of her lip and said nothing. She and Billy just stared at each other as Billy sucked on the candy cane.

When he put it back in the hot chocolate to stir, Jess felt a sharp pang of anxiety when she realized it was perfectly sharpened to a point.

The night passed in relative smoothness. True to her word, Barb made popcorn and everyone situated in front of the TV to watch horror movies together. Barb, Phyll, and Jess sat on the couch whilst Peter and Billy sat on the floor in front of them. Despite Peter's wishes, Billy sat at Jess's legs, leaning his back up against her shins.

Sometimes, she'd reach over and twirl a strand of his curly hair to watch him shudder. It had already occurred to her that Billy, whoever he was, was not treated kindly. It was evident enough that he wasn't used to touch, though he slowly adjusted to her touching his hair and she began to loosely run her fingers through it, wincing at the amount of knots she found.

Jess couldn't focus on the movie. Her mind was far too focused on something Billy had said. A name: Agnes. The way Billy's voice had shaken around the word, as though it pained him to say. She wanted to ask but decided against pushing. She wasn't even sure he'd tell her anything.

About halfway through the second movie - some Hallmark Christmas movie that Phyll liked and Barb simply tolerated - Barb got up and disappeared upstairs for a moment. When she returned, she had her little box of various nail polishes. "So, since we've got a guest," she gestured to Billy with a dramatic flare, "he can go first."

Peter scoffed. "Men don't paint their nails. That's for f-"

Phyll sharply kicked his shoulder and did not apologize for the pained sound Peter let out. "Watch it," she hissed, "or we'll drag you out of here by your stupid, ugly hair."

Billy's little smirk made Barb chuckle. "So," she sat criss-cross in front of him and set the little box between them. "You can pick whatever colors you want, man. World's yer oyster."

He considered his options carefully, as though making a life-changing decision. Jess though it was endearing. Slowly, Billy pointed at a dark red color. "Excellent choice." Barb said, plucking the bottle from her collection.

One by one, Barb did everyone's nails. She had to swat at Billy a few times when she caught him trying to chew on his nails. His hisses did nothing to deter her. "Leave em," she'd said, "if you chew, the color'll come off."

Billy had considered that and instead took to biting at his knuckles instead. Which was... at least not his nails.

The five of them had fallen asleep in the living room. Peter was sprawled out on the couch, Barb and Phyll were laying together on the floor with some of the couch pillows, and Jess and Billy fell asleep shoulder-to-shoulder leaning against the couch.

Jess woke up first, becoming immediately aware of the soft snoring beside her. Billy's head was resting atop hers as he dozed, knees bent up to his chest and his hands clasping his knees. His chest rose and fell gently as the barely-morning light from the window highlighted the side of his face.

Jess's heart clenched when she studied him in the light. Dirt and dust covered his clothes and hair. It'd been hard to see his features closely before but now the sun only served to highlight the mistreatment.

This man was riddled with mysteries and Jess wanted to solve them. She'd always been a curious person by nature.

First, she'd started with waking him up. He'd been reluctant to wake up - judging by the dark bags under his eyes, he didn't sleep much - but Jess held fast. She managed to usher him into the shower, digging out clothes Peter left in her room that he'd left for whenever he stayed the night. Billy was a bit skinnier than Peter but they'd fit him better than any of Jess's clothes.

So, once she'd left a towel and clean clothes out for him in the bathrooms, snatched up the dirty clothes Billy had left, and dashed back to her room. His things would need to be washed, but she could do that later.

Instead, she got onto the next part in unraveling the mystery: turning on her computer.

Without a last name to go off of, she'd have to get creative. So she tried a few key words. "Billy and Agnes," "Billy phone calls," "Mimicking phone caller," and such but nothing had come up yet.

Jess hummed, tapping lightly on her keys in thought. Then she remembered back to a rude comment Peter had made about an asylum. It was a stretch but... Jess googled any asylums within reasonable driving distance and started from there. She'd search the name and add Billy to it and scan through inmates.

On the fifth failed attempt, Jess hung her head. "Okay," she said to herself, "one last try."

Harmony Heights Hospital... Billy...

Jess blinked as various articles came up about a Billy Lenz. And quickly, she began scanning through...

CHRISTMAS KILLER SET FREE...

LENZ BOY LET OUT ON GOOD BEHAVIOR...

THE TRAGIC STORY OF AGNES LENZ...

She let out a soft gasp as one article caught her attention. Clicking around, she read.

...

LENZ FAMILY MURDERED by Axel Waters, Investigative Journalist

Oftentimes, people are tested by life. Challenges are thrown their way as a means to help them grow as people, be it for better or for worse. In the case of one Bill Lenz aka The Christmas Killer, a case could certainly be made for worse. On Christmas morning, Lenz was found by police in his home, covered in blood, and holding his baby sister Agnes Lenz. Upon his arrest, Lenz pleaded with the police to not take his sister and fought so viciously he had to be restrained to be put in the car. The state of the home, dear readers, was quite horrific.

As far as I could tell, Lenz had stabbed both his mother and stepfather in the neck with sharpened candy canes. While he'd burnt half of his stepfather's face on the stove, he'd beaten his mother with an iron pan. The cause of death for both, however, was loss of blood after their arteries were stabbed.

Lenz is said to be institutionalized in Harmony Heights Hospital whilst Agnes is placed into foster care for the time being. While the date for Lenz's trial is not yet in place, I suspect the seventeen-year-old will be tried as an adult for these grisly murders.

...

Jess sat back in her chair as she let the words roll over her. Her body thrummed with nerves and fear as she tried to process what she'd read. He was a killer? He'd killed his family?! She checked the date of the article. This was from four years ago? Blinking rapidly, she fought back horrified tears as she looked for something more recent. Anything to give her some kind of explanation. An article from a year ago caught her attention.

...

A DARK CHRISTMAS INDEED By Marilyn Lowell, Journalist

On a dark Christmas morning exactly three years ago, a young Bill Lenz was arrested for murder. Or so we thought. After a difficult trial two years ago, Lenz was found innocent and was not charged with any crime.

How could this be?

Evidence found by police shows that Lenz had been gruesomely neglected. While it had been impossible to pull any kind of information out of the traumatized young man, Officers Rowan Pierce and Jacob Fowling were able to get statements out of him.

"He was screaming like nobody's business," Pierce said of Lenz. "All he kept asking was where was [Agnes], where's my sister, all that..."

Agnes Lenz, tragically, was separated from Lenz and put into foster care and it's been equally impossible to try and find her. If my math is correct, she'd be around eight years old now. I can only hope that the events of that night didn't traumatize her as bad as her brother.

Bill Lenz, now twenty, is said to be released from Harmony Heights this upcoming week. Here's a statement about Lenz, from Dr. Steven Fell:

"He's been through a lot. People often overlook the results of a deep abuse like that. When he came to me, he was practically emaciated and you couldn't even get within five feet of him without him freezing up... It was horrible... It just goes to show that anyone is capable of doing anything to get himself out of a horrible situation."

While the Lenz children were scorned when the crime was first made public, opinion has swayed after proof of abuse and neglect from the parents became recognized. I send my condolences to the two children and wish all my readers a happy holidays.

...

Jess let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Quick skims through other articles revealed more and more horrific details. Some reports were trashy, saying that Billy had eaten his parents' cooked flesh or that Agnes was both his sister and daughter. Clearly just written to get attention and, in actuality, never happened. But Jess got a good general idea of what happened. Billy had killed his abusive mom and stepfather. He'd apparently been locked in an attic most of his life and was severely neglected in favor of his kid sister Agnes. And, after years and years of this, he'd snapped and killed them both.

Reading through it, Jess found it harder and harder to be angry about him killing them. It was practically self-defense.

While Agnes was difficult for reporters to find, Jess was no reporter. She was a studying psychologist and she knew there were answers that only the young girl would have. If she could find her, she might be able to help Billy somehow.

Opening a new tab, Jess hovered over the keys. But, instead of Agnes' name, she typed in another. Dr. Steven Fell.

Call it a hunch, but she had a feeling he may know where Agnes went.

Hot water ran down Billy's neck as he hung his head in front of the shower head, staring at his feet. The water turned murky brown as it met his skin but, with time, had begun to run clear again. He lifted his hand to chew anxiously on his knuckles and whimpered, mind racing.

These girls were treating him weird. Letting him bathe, feeding him... It was so much different to how mother had treated him.

Mother. Upstairs. The girl he'd hurt and left in the attic last night. Billy shivered despite the hot water and wrapped his arms over his chest. That's right. As soon as the girls learnt what he'd done, he'd be in trouble. Bad Billy, his mother scolded him in his mind, naughty, stupid Billy!

Billy got cleaned up quickly, pulling on the clean clothes and staring at himself in the mirror. Brown hair hung in uneven lengths, water sogged down his curls. When it dried, it'd be the normal, tangled mess it always was, just an inch shy of his shoulders. His skin was clean though it was easy to see how gaunt he was from malnutrition. Tall, gangly, with unnaturally wide, unblinking eyes.

He tore his eyes away from his reflection with a hiss. The old worn band t-shirt and sweatpants didn't suit him at all but were better than nothing.

Quietly, he padded his way out of the bathroom and peered out into the hallway. It was too early for any of the other sorority girls to be awake except Jess. He tiptoed to the edge of her door and peered in.

Morning light filled the girl's room as she tapped away at her keyboard, scribbling things down on a nearby index card with a pen. She seemed focused on what she was doing. Which was exactly what Billy needed.

He crept silently to the attic and opened the little door. Days spent hiding in the attic gave him time to perfect moving silently throughout the house so Billy could slip up into the little space without Jess hearing.

The morning light struggled to fill the dusty little space, peeking where it could through the fogged and cracked windows.

Still asleep in the rocking chair was the girl Billy had bound and hurt last night. Standing in front of her now - seeing her in the light - he scratched at his wrists as he stared at her. She didn't look broken. Maybe cracked, but not broken.

Gently, Billy lifted her up into his arms and relaxed when she didn't stir. Carrying her down wasn't any more difficult than carrying her up so he brought her back to the room he'd found her in.

He took in the decor, giggling to himself at the photos of naked women performing witchcraft on her walls. Billy lay her gently down on the floor, mumbling to himself. She fell. Yes. She was hit in the head and she fell but she was okay.

So, he made a quick escape. She'd wake up and Billy wouldn't be in any trouble. No one would know.

The morning went smoothly. Barb had woken up and begun making breakfast with Phyll. Peter was watching sports on the television when Billy and Jess came downstairs. As soon as Peter spotted them, he was standing in alarm. "There you are!" He rushed over to Jess, all but shoving Billy away from her. "Did he hurt you? What happened? Where did you go?"

"Relax," Jess sighed, pushing Peter's hands away from her. She hated feeling coddled. "I was doing some last-minute research for a school project and Billy was showering."

Peter looked at Billy, scrutinizing him. "Why's he in my clothes?"

Jess laughed as she pushed past Peter and towards the kitchen. "Because my dresses won't fit him."

Billy followed her like a needy puppy, sad whimpering to match.

Soft music filled the tiny kitchen as Barb worked. For as troublesome as she could be sometimes, no one made pancakes better than Barbara Coard. Phyll was sat at the table with a mug of coffee and a tired smile. "Mornin' Jess." She sighed as she took a drink. "Mornin' Billy." She said, albeit nervously.

Jess pressed a fond kiss to the top of her head before noting the music. "Don't you want me, baby?" She hummed along with the song. "Don't you want me? Oh!" She took Phyll's hand, barely giving her time to set her drink down, before the two were dancing together in the kitchen. Phyll squealed as she slid in her socks. The two girls held hands as they just swung each other around.

"Careful! Crazy kids." Barb teased, leaning against the counter as she watched. When she noticed Billy standing there and staring, she took measures into her own hands. "C'mere, freak." Was the only warning Billy got before Barb took his hands and dragged him into the fray.

Alarmed, Jess opened her mouth to protest but Billy let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a laugh. Barb laughed and they held hands and spun. Neither of them were really dancing but they had fun. Barb spun Billy over his head as best she could and Billy did the same for her. The manic smile on his face was contagious and, soon, the four of them were laughing and dancing poorly as the music played.

When the song ended, they were all out of breath. Barb grabbed Billy's head between her heads and tilted him down so she could kiss the top of his head. "Thanks for the dance, crazy." She teased with a ruffle of his damp hair.

Billy meowed - honest to god meowed - and escaped to sit at the kitchen table. Phyll joined him while Jess helped Barb cook breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, eggs over-easy, and sausage.

Their impromptu guest refused the bacon and sausage with a polite shake of his head. Peter had snorted, making a comment under his breath that real men ate red meat and earned a smack from Barb.

Jess smiled to herself as she took a bite of fluffy pancakes. Seemed like Billy was growing on everyone.

"I'll only be a few hours." Jess said as she pulled her mittens on. Billy, Barb, and Phyll were quietly playing Candyland together in front of the warm fire but Peter was frantically trying to keep Jess from leaving the house. The morning had made for a quiet afternoon and gave the chance for the three girls to bond more with Billy. Peter, of course, raised his hackles whenever Jess and Billy so much as looked at each other but the girl was so fed up she didn't even care.

She'd spoken briefly on the phone earlier with Dr. Steven Fell - Billy's previous psychiatrist. When she expressed an interest in the case for her studies, he'd been willing to cooperate. She knew where Agnes was and wanted to go meet her. Of course, she hadn't told anyone else this.

"Jess, c'mon, don't do this." Peter begged.

"I'm going shopping, I don't need to be babysat." Jess huffed, pulling her winter hat on. "Barb, Phyll, you two good to stay with Billy alone?" She called to the two girls.

Barb laughed. "Yeah, so long as he keeps kicking Phyll's ass at Candyland." Phyll stuck her tongue out and Billy let out a bark of laughter. He snorted when he laughed, Jess had learnt.

So, she gave a soft wave to Billy and left. Peter's fake sobs were ignored as she went to her car and got inside. Thank god the lock didn't freeze or Peter might've dragged her bodily back into the house. He'd gotten it in his head she was leaving to have an abortion - and truthfully she was considering it - so she was happy to let him think she was.

Served him right for not respecting her bodily autonomy.

The little foster home Agnes was staying at was in the next city and would be at least an hour away. According to the doctor, Agnes had visited Billy a grand total of twice when he was staying at the hospital. The two didn't really talk much but Agnes didn't seem to hate him. She was nine years old now and barely remembered Billy or the traumatic night when he'd killed their parents.

Jess wasn't sure what she was hoping to get out of this. If Agnes would even speak with her, even if her guardians let her. Apparently, they'd been holding back reporters ever since the case went public.

She only hoped they'd be willing to hear her if she mentioned Billy's doctor.

When she pulled into the front of the little foster home, she let out a sigh. The tiny building was a brick house, decorated to the nines in white Christmas lights. Lights were on inside so someone was certainly home.

Jess approached the house slowly, examining the little bootprints in the snow. Kids had certainly been running about in the fresh snow recently. A pang went through Jess's heart and she let out a sigh, watching her breath cloud up in the cold air.

It wasn't like she never wanted a kid ever. Of course she did! But right now wasn't a good time. How Peter couldn't even respect that was...

She took in a slow breath and knocked on the little white door. A pretty wreath of greens and reds hung on the door, circling the peephole. The sound of kids playing inside made her smile.

A little girl answered the door. She was tiny, holding a little bear to her chest and sucking her thumb. No way she was older than five. But before Jess could even get a word out, an older girl appeared from around the corner. "Nora! What are you doing? Mama said you're not allowed to just open the door to strangers!"

The older girl shooed the younger one away from the door before eyeing Jess warily. "What do you want?"

Jess felt her eyes widen. The young girl looked clean, face full and healthy, but there was no doubt who she was. The little girl with wild, dark brown curls that fell past her shoulders, dressed in a soft white blouse and navy blue skirt, who was staring Jess down with caution in her piercing green eyes...

...was Agnes Lenz.

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