#Also yes by now I'm known in my neighborhood as the BEE GIRL

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LITTLE COMIC based on how I made a friend at 1 am while crawling on the ground, picking up Maybugs to save them from getting squished by cars.

PRETTY SURE I must've looked like a strange little gremlin to any onlookers passing by. Also yes he held a bug like a CHAMP. He passed my test. We still hang out 😂

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How You Met The Candyman

Warnings/notes: Gender neutral reader, cursing, mentioning of canon typical violence

Author’s Note: This is probably the best one shot out of all of my “how you met the slashers” series.

"You know what we should do?"

It was Friday night, and you and a couple of your friends had decided to have a sleepover at your house. You all were laid out in your living room. Blankets and sleeping bags were laid throughout the floor. Almost every pillow in the house was also in the living room, most of which were also on the floor.

You walked out of the kitchen with a large bowl of popcorn, adding to the multitude of snacks and drinks lined up on the coffee table in front of the couch.

You grabbed a pillow off the ground and plopped on the couch beside your friend, Alex.

"What should we do?" you asked.

"Yeah, what should we do besides watching this movie because it suuuucckks," your other friend, Emma, said. She was laying on the ground watching the TV.

"Let's play Bloody Mary," Alex said.

"Boo, no," Emma said from the floor.

"Why not?" Alex said, throwing up their hands.

"Maybe because it's for kids, and it's not real," you said.

"What about Candyman?" Alex suggested.

"What the hell is that?" Emma questioned, turning on her side from her spot on the floor.

"Yeah, I've never heard of that. Only Candyman I know is Willy Wonka," you said with a chuckle.

"Oh my gosh, are we going to summon Willy Wonka? Now that shit sounds scary," Emma said.

"No, man. You guys seriously haven't heard of Candyman?" Alex asked.

Both you and Emma shook your heads. Alex's shocked face quickly formed into a smirk as they reached for their phone.

"Whatcha doing?" Emma asked.

"I'm going to tell you guys the backstory of Candyman," Alex said as they typed away on their phone.

After a couple of minutes, it appeared that Alex had pulled up an article on the phone.

"Let's dim the lights. Make it a little spooky in here," Alex said.

"Yes, sir," you said jokingly as you got up from the couch. You walked over to the light switch and fiddled around with the knob to dim the lights. The switch was old and your family barely used it so turning it was a slow process. You looked up at the lights as you did so. Now the room was filled with more ambient lighting, similar to a movie theater as the lights would go down when a movie began.

"I thought we grew out of ghost stories a long time ago," you said as you sat back down.

"Who said this was a ghost story? This actually happened," Alex said.

"Yeah, I'll be the judge of that. Let's hear it," Emma said as she sat up on the floor.

"In the 1800s there was a tragic death of a man by the name of Daniel Robitaille. He was a painter in Chicago. The legend told that Daniel was the son of a slave who became extremely wealthy after inventing a machine that mass-produced shoes during the American Civil War. Daniel grew up to become a well-known painter, most famous for capturing a person's status in portraits. Sometime around 1890, the young painter had been commissioned by a wealthy landowner to capture the beauty of his daughter, a white virgin," Alex stated.

"This doesn't sound scary at all," you mumbled.

"Shut up and listen," Alex said, bringing the phone closer to their face.

"The painter's only real sin was falling in love with the girl in question with whom they were to have a child out of wedlock. Unfortunately, the girl's father had discovered their relationship and was left so outraged that he hired a lynch mob to find and kill the young painter. As the mob chased him down the streets of Chicago, they eventually overpowered him and sawed off his right hand with a rusty blade."

"What the fuck? That's messed up," Emma said.

Alex nodded and continued to read.

"Daniel's body was then smeared with honey from a local apiary, causing the bees to sting him to death and prompting the future generations of the neighborhood to call him Candyman," Alex said, sitting the phone down.

"Ok? That's seriously fucked up and tragic, but how is that scary to us," you questioned.

"Well, if you let me finish. I'll explain," Alex said.

You pretended to lock your mouth and throw away the key, indicating that you were listening.

"Legend has it that Candyman's vengeful spirit still lurks throughout Chicago. He'll also show up anywhere you summon him. It's a lot like Bloody Mary. Go in the bathroom, say his name five times in the mirror, and he shows up to kill you," Alex explained.

"May I speak now?" you asked.

"Yeah."

"Why would I do that? Why would I willingly summon someone who is going to kill me?" you said while laughing.

"For fun, (Y/N)! Have you ever done something just for the fun of it?" Alex said.

"Since when is willingly summoning ghosts fun?" Emma said from the floor.

"Yeah, what she said. I don't fuck around with that shit. Ninety percent of horror movies could be avoided if people would stop fucking with the supernatural," you said.

Alex couldn't help but laugh.

"Screw you guys," they said.

A few hours passed and your friends were down for the count. Alex and Emma were both fast asleep. You on the other hand was wide awake, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram. You looked at the time.

It was a little past 3 and you weren't even tired. You were just bored. You sighed as you put your phone down and got up to go to the bathroom.

You turned on the light and were instantly met with your reflection in the large bathroom mirror. You may have not felt tired but you certainly looked it. You turned the water on and splashed your face a little. You looked back into the mirror, making eye contact with yourself.

You thought back on what Alex had said earlier. All of that stuff about Candyman.

You didn't believe in ghost stories for the most part, so why not? Nothing could possibly happen, right?

"Screw it," you mumbled, standing up straight.

Your reflection stared back at you.

"Candyman," you said.

You glanced around the bathroom and then back at the mirror.

"Candyman."

You then cracked the bathroom door open, making sure your voice hadn't woken your friends.

"Candyman."

You closed the door with your hand as your eyes stayed glued to the mirror.

"Candyman."

All of a sudden, you had goosebumps. The hair on your arms was standing up. It was such a strange feeling. The air seemed colder, and the bathroom seemed quieter.

"Candyman."

You gulped taking a look around the bathroom.

Nothing.

You looked back in the mirror.

Nothing.

It was just you staring back.

There was no mysterious man from the past without a hand.

"See," you said to yourself, "what did you expect?"

You turned to exit the bathroom but to your shock, the nob wouldn't turn.

"What the hell?"

You tried turning it again. It didn't even feel locked. It felt jammed as if it was glued in place. You tried wiggling it then turning again but it wouldn't budge.

"Hey, someone let me out of here!" you called out, slapping your hand on the door.

The lights began to flicker over the top of your head. You looked up, confused. That lightbulb was basically brand new.

You would admit that you were beginning to become panicked. You banged on the door again, trying to get the attention of your friends.

"Guys! I'm locked in! Please help!" you called out to no avail. They couldn't hear you and you had no idea why.

The flickering of the lights began to get worse and worse and your heart rate had begun to elevate. You could hear it pounding away in your chest, beating in your ears.

And in a blink of an eye, the lights were out.

It was pitch black.

And you were terrified.

"Guys! Let me out! This isn't funny!"

If being locked in wasn't scary enough, the dark was a sure-fire way to terrify you to your core.

"I am the writing on the wall, the sweet smell of blood. Be my victim," a powerful voice beamed down. It shook you, causing you to back up against the invisible source.

The light flickered again, causing you to see the figure looming over you. You weren't sure who it was but after what you just did, you had a good fucking idea.

He walked closer to you. The bathroom was small and you had nowhere to go.

Cold metal met the side of your face, gently sliding down to your chin. You realized it was a hook.

Despite the flickering lights, the closer he got the more you could see his face. For a supernatural vengeful spirit, he was handsome. In fact, he was so handsome that it calmed your nerves a bit.

"You're mine," he whispered.

And just like that, he was gone. The light had stopped flickering and the door behind gave way, flinging open. You lost your balance and fell down on the ground.

"Damn it, I think I peed myself."