#killer frequency x reader

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Henry Barrow Headcanons

Watched a playthrough of Killer Frequency today, and my goofy brain thought how Henry would be like in a relationship with you. Now, I know that the guy never speaks and we barely know anything about him, but to be honest, that has never stopped anyone! So, I hope you enjoy my HC of our secretive silent slasher :))))

TW: murder, kidnapping, Henry being slightly yandere

General:

He's definitely a real sweetheart and would definitely go out of his way to make you happy, though you'd probably have to make sure he doesn't endanger himself in the process

Will do anything to make you happy, and I mean that quite literally

You could do no wrong in his eyes

Rationalizes, justifies, and defends anything you do, even if your actions hurt him

If you manage to build a strong enough relationship, he would totally betray his mother if her desires conflict with yours

Obviously, he's a man of few words, only talking when it is necessary

Tends to whistle out of habit (because I believe that Marie had to have trained him into the role as The Whistling Man)

Likes taking you with him on strolls through Gallows Creek, don't ask me why it's just a feeling

Doesn't know where (or how) to take you out to dinner, so he just takes you to Ponty's Pizza because he heard, through The Scream, that it had amazing pizza "to die for"

If you're on a date, he'll take you out to places he was taught to be familiar with, such as the Maize Maze and Whistling Point, since all he ever learned was related to avenging his late father

Generally submissive and will attempt to mold himself into the perfect boyfriend for you

However, don't think he's entirely docile

Unless specifically stated to not do so, he will eliminate anyone who interferes with his relationship with you

Basically, he'll do whatever you say, but anything outside of that is free reign for him to do whatever he pleases

During Murder Spree:

Once it begins, he'd try to protect you from his mother's plan by scaring you into leaving Gallows Creek

If there was anyone that bothered you or tried to take you from him, they're most certainly going to die that night, Marie's plan be damned

Will tune into The Scream if you happen to be a caller, to hear your voice and also to know your current status

His feelings will be hurt if you help Forrest and Peggy, but he knows that you're just scared and confused

(Plus, he plans on dealing with his wounded emotions in a very healthy, mature, and normal way by murdering the two)

Should you be closely associated with a target, he will knock you out and hide you somewhere safe until he's able to convince his mother to spare you

You definitely serve as a motivation for him to not get caught by the police

[eating-plastic]

Carnival Lights: Henry Barrow x Reader

Warnings: mentions of murder (come on, it's Henry), swearing, some mean!Henry, naive!reader, sunshine!reader x grumpy!Henry (my favorite dynamic lol), some fluff, probably grammatical errors

Word Count: 3434 words

A/N: This is for that anon that asked me if I wrote for Henry Barrow (assuming that they wanted me to write something for him lol). I know I said I was going to take a break from Killer Frequency, but the “people pleaser” in me wanted to get something done. So yeah, I hope this isn't too disappointing. I also hope that my interpretation of Henry is to your liking (you gotta get creative when given a blank slate like him 😆). As such, I also hope anyone else that is a fan of this skrunkly also enjoys this as well. Oh, also, this takes place before the events of the game during Marie and Henry's "national murder tour" leading up to Gallows Creek. Just thought you should know that. Bye!

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Sparkling lights and the sound of upbeat music and screams of excitement flood your senses as you skip through the crowds attending your hometown's yearly carnival. You had always partaken in the festivities ever since you were a child, and the event still filled you with joy. Some of the older booth vendors and ride operators even knew you by name.

You had originally shown up with two of your friends, promising that they wouldn't get too "lovey-dovey" with each other since they were a couple, but that was broken about 15 minutes into your arrival. Feeling like a third-wheel, you broke off from them, not really caring too much. You could easily enjoy yourself here without them.

After you finished playing a game where you had to try and hit cartoon sea creatures with a water gun (and failing since your aim wasn't the best), you decided to head to something you knew you were good at: the funhouse maze.

You knew the maze like the back of your hand, and could easily make it from the entrance to the exit, so you decided to see how many combinations of routes you could go. You wanted to know every nook and cranny that these dark, black light lighten halls had to offer.

Once you got bored, you began to make your way to the exit. Once at a crossroad where you needed to turn right, you stopped when you heard a man let out a shout of frustration. Worried that they were lost, you made your way towards the noise to help them out.

'God fucking damnit,' Henry thought. He was so fucking close to getting the man his mother told him to kill. He was right on his tail and then...he was gone. Now he was lost in this Goddamn maze and it was all his stupid fault because he knew he wasn't good with mazes. It was a good idea in theory, since the man would be all alone with no one would hear him scream. But of course in practice it had to bite him in the ass.

He tore his mask off and shoved it into his large duffle bag at his side. God, was it making it hard to breathe in this stuffy prison. Not to mention how that man was probably long gone by now.

'Augh, what am I gonna tell mom?' worry began to flood his mind. She was no doubt going to be pissed at him.

Luckily for Henry, his unaware savior was approaching.

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As soon as you rounded the corner, you were now facing a man of decent stature, with long hair, a black trench coat, and a large duffle bag at his side. It was quite odd attire to be wearing in the middle of summer, but maybe he was just a worker at the haunted house who wanted to try out the maze on his break. He also seems to be oblivious to your presence, muttering to himself.

"Hi!" you chirp, causing the man to jump and spin around.

"The hell are you doing, here?" he hisses.

"Uh, it's a maze at a carnival. I'm here having fun," his harsh tone was completely lost on you. "You're lost, right?"

"What do you think?" he snarls, but you just laugh.

"Yep! I thought so! Come on, I'll show you the way out," you grab his hand, noting that he was wearing black leather gloves. Also odd, but once again that could've been just another part of the haunted house attire.

The man rips his hand from your grip as if yours had burnt his. You look back at him confused, but just shrug and begin to run off towards the exit.

"Hey, wait!" the man shouts and begins to chase after you, making sure to be on your tail so he could leave.

Eventually, you and him were able to taste the fresh air of the carnival, with the added smell of fair foods. You turn to look at the man, only to be taken aback a bit.

He looked to be a boy about your age, with piercing eyes but a very handsome face. You also noticed that he was unfamiliar to you.

"Huh, I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?" you smile at him, but he just turns to walk back towards the crowded rows of booths. "Hey, wait up!"

You decide to follow him. If he was new, you didn't want him to be overwhelmed or lonely.

"I'm Y/N!" you grin, but he just continues walking forwards. His eyes scanning the crowds and his jaw tight.

"Oh, you don't talk much, huh? That's okay! What do you wanna do? Do you wanna get something to eat? Oh! Or we co-"

"Look, don't you have friends or something that you can go hang out with?" he asks sharply. Unfortunately for Henry, the tone was once again lost on you.

"I do, but they'd rather make out in the tunnel of love than hang out with me," your tone drops slightly which makes Henry's eyebrow quirk up. After a couple of seconds though, just shake your head and smile back at him. "It's okay though, because I met you! I love meeting new people!"

'Jesus, what was your deal?' Henry thought. You were like a Care Bear in human shape. So sickeningly sweet that it was making him feel weird. How could someone like you exist in the cruel world his mom had told him so much about? Has it not broken you, yet?

"Oh, look! Bumper cars! You wanna go do those?" you beam up at him. Henry sighed. If he put up with this, maybe you would leave him alone. Besides, you provided him good cover. A new face like him dressed the way he was all by himself may drive suspicion. So he turned his head to look at your eager face and uttered one word.

"Fine."

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You weren't bad at bumper cars, but you also didn't win. Not that you cared though, especially since your mystery man had won. You were surprised at his skills and made sure to tell him.

Henry listening to you gush over him was odd. Not used to getting such praise from someone who wasn't his mother. And like with his mother, it made him feel good.

You continue to skip through the crowds with him at your side. He was still scanning all of the people around you, but his jaw wasn't tight anymore. That elated you, as you took it as him finally enjoying himself. You both stop when you hear someone call your name.

"Is that you, Y/N?" the voice of an older man called from a game booth. Your face brightens and you run to him, Henry following after you.

"Frank! I haven't seen you in ages!" you hug him over the booth's countertop. Henry tenses up and watches the man closely.

"You're one to talk! I haven't seen you since you were just 'this' tall," Frank levels his hand to show just how small you were when he had last seen you. He opens his mouth to speak again, but stops when his eyes fall on Henry. "Hey, Y/N, who's your friend?"

"He's new in town! I saved him from the maze!" you chirp.

"Ah, okay," he drawls, looking at Henry suspiciously. Upon seeing you look at him fondly though, he puts on his best "friendly face" and holds his hand out. "Pleasure to meet you, son."

Henry looks at Frank's hand before shaking it, still analyzing the older man. You are completely oblivious to the tension, as you look at the milk bottles that are stacked up in the booth.

"Hey, Frank! Care if we play?" you pull some tickets out from your back pocket. Frank's mood changes at the sound of your voice and smiles at you.

"Of course! You and your friend here get three shots," he kneels down to hand you three baseballs first.

You throw all three and only get three of the six bottles down.

"Oh, well! Your turn!" you turn to smile at Henry and move out of his way. Frank hands him three baseballs just as he did with you. He takes the ball, pulls his arm back, and....

All six bottles tumble down with a force that startles both you and Frank.

"Well I'll be damned! I have never seen anyone knock those bottles down like that! You play baseball, son?" the older man asks Henry, amazed.

"No," he says, shortly.

The older man clears his throat at the awkward silence before looking towards the stuffed animals that hung around the booth.

"Well, you won. Pick out your prize."

Henry wanted to just walk away, but looked at you in his peripheral. You were staring longingly at a pink elephant plush that had a cute, cartoony face. He points to that one.

"This one right here?" Frank asks, taking the elephant down. Henry nods. "Alright! Here ya go."

Henry takes the stuffed animal and nods at him.

"Bye, Frank!" you call as Henry begins to walk away from the booth.

"Bye, Y/N! See you next year!"

As soon as you both are five feet away from the booth, Henry practically shoves the plush at you.

"Here."

"What-?"

"You wanted it. I got it. Now take it," he says shortly. You look up at him, confused, but he still continues to walk forward and scan the crowd. You take the plushie and smile at it. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, with the softest fur you ever felt.

You squeal and pull Henry into a hug, thanking him. He tenses up and pushes you off.

"What the hell are you doing?" he scowls.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I just w-wanted to...," you trail off, hurt evident in your voice and eyes.

Your change in demeanor causes Henry to feel guilty, and the couple of eyes he could sense on him only added to that feeling. He sighs and rests his hand on your shoulder.

"Look, I'm...I'm sorry, okay. Just...just warn me before you do that again...please," his voice is now soft as he looks at you, wanting you to know that he did really feel sorry.

"Okay," you whisper, still feeling miserable about making him uncomfortable.

"Hey, why don't...," Henry thinks for a second. "Why don't we go on a ride, huh?"

"Okay," a smile forms on your face. "Which one do you wanna go on?"

"Whichever one you'd like," Henry gives you the first genuine smile you had seen that night. This causes your own smile to grow and you take his hand to lead to one of the more thrilling rides. Henry doesn't rip his hand away this time, allowing you to drag him to where you wanted to take him.

Once at the ride you wanted to go on, you handed your elephant to the ride operator and Henry hesitantly gives up his bag, before you enter the ride.

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By the time the ride had ended, you and Henry were wobbling in the best way possible. Henry let out a shaky laugh. He had never felt so alive. Where had this been his whole life? You let out your own laugh at Henry's reaction, before you and him collect your belongings and go on to do more rides and games. While walking, and even making some small talk with your mystery man, he stops when he spots a phone booth.

Henry thinks about his mother, about his mission. He had to call her, to tell her about how he couldn't get a good opening. He wouldn't mention how he was getting distracted or how he was having fun with a living ray of sunshine. He knew how she would probably react if he was honest.

"Hey, uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you look up at him, beaming.

"I, uh...I have to make a phone call. I-I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay! I'll wait right here!" you chirp.

He nods and gives you a small smile, before walking to the booth.

Henry enters the booth and sighs. He rummages around in his pocket before finding some quarters and inserting them into the machine. He lifts the phone and inserts the number to the motel room he and his mother were staying in. He waits, tapping his foot nervously as he waits. Then it stops, and a familiar voice speaks from the other end.

"Yes?" his mother says.

"H-Hi, mom."

"Oh, Henry!" her voice is cheerful. "Did you finish your 'assignment'?"

"No, I haven't. I can't get a good opening," he doesn't mention that he had lost the man to begin with. "Besides, this one person won't leave me alone. They're constantly following me around and bothering me."

His mom sighs on the other end and thinks.

"I'll be over there in a bit. Keep trying, dear. And remember, if you do find your opening, do what you must. Poor kid," she mutters towards the end of the statement.

Henry's stomach drops. He knows instantly what she meant. He didn't want to hurt you. You had nothing to do with...with all of this. You were an innocent, sweet person in this miserable world. Why get rid of someone like you?

"Henry, sweetie, you there?" his mother questions.

"Y-Yeah, yeah, I, uh...I was just looking around. Look, don't worry about coming over. I got this, I promise. I'll call you if I need you, okay?"

"Hm...okay," she pauses, clearly skeptical at her son's words. "Please just stay safe, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, mom. Bye."

"Goodbye."

There is a click, and then the line goes dead. Henry lets out a shaky breath and sets the phone back on its cradle. A knock at the booth startles him out of his thoughts. He turns around to see you looking at him, concerned.

He opens the door to the booth and steps out.

"Sorry," you apologize. "I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat. Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah...don't worry about it, okay? Food, uh...food sounds great."

"Okay. What would you like?" Henry thinks for a moment before cracking a smile at you.

"Surprise me!"

You nod and walk off to find a food booth. You knew exactly what you wanted to get. You had been craving it ever since you entered the carnival grounds.

Henry followed behind you, curious as to what you were going to get as you passed booth after booth. Then you stop, just what you were looking for.

"I was wondering when you were gonna show up," a woman greets you.

"Hi, Pam!" you smile at her and hand her some dollar bills. "Two candied apples, please!"

"Two?" Pam cocks her head to the side until her eyes fall on Henry. "Oh, I see."

She smirks, interpreting the mystery man besides you and how you were lovingly holding your elephant plush as a date.

A few moments later, Pam turns back to you and Henry with two candied apples in her hands.

"Enjoy, you two!" she winks at you when you and Henry take your treats. The two of you walk once more, while Henry investigates the sweet in his hand. You look over at him and laugh.

"What? Have you never had a candied apple before?"

"Uh, no actually. Are...are they your favorite?" he asks.

"Uh huh!" you nod eagerly. "I have to have at least one when the carnival's up!"

It was true. Ever since you had the teeth to eat them, candied apples had been your favorite treat, even with all of the cavities you had gotten over the years because of them.

Henry slowly raises the apple to his lips and bites down. The taste causes him to pause. He had never tasted something so sweet. It seemed fitting that they were your favorite.

"You like it?" you ask.

He nods his head, before he takes another bite.

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"So you really aren't gonna leave tomorrow?" you look at Henry sadly.

"Yeah, I-I'm, um...I'm afraid so."

You had learned that Henry was just visiting your hometown on a road trip with his mom. You thought that was fun, because your family always goes on road trips every summer, and yet you were going to miss your new mystery friend.

"Oh, Y/N! There you are!"

You and Henry turn around, seeing your two friends running towards you.

"Yeah, we were really worried!"

That causes Henry to stare daggers at them. They were worried? If they were so Goddamned worried about your safety, then they wouldn't have abandoned you.

"Uh, Y/N...who's this?" they both look at the man beside you that was making them feel uncomfortable under his stare.

'Good,' Henry thought.

"Oh, this is just my friend I made who kept me company this whole time," your voice is still cheerful, but you were still trying to guilt them. Henry smirks at that.

"Oh, well, uh...it's-it's getting late. We should start heading home."

Your eyes widen at that and you look down at your watch. It was almost midnight. God, your parents were gonna kill you.

"Yeah, you guys head to the entrance. I'll catch up!" your friends look at the boy besides you. Despite being the same age as them, something about him didn't seem right. They slowly turn around and do as you told them. As you watch them go, you hear a certain someone mutter something behind you.

"Henry."

"What?" you turn to look up at him.

"That's my name," Henry says.

You try the name out and smile. The sound of you saying his name made his chest feel weird.

"You look like a 'Henry'," you quip.

"That a bad thing?" he quirked an eyebrow at you.

"Nope!" you giggle and shake your head. Your demeanor changes and you awkwardly fiddle for something in your back pocket.

"Here," you hand him a small slip of paper.

Henry takes the paper and unravels it, a phone number revealing itself to him.

"Just in case you wanna keep in touch, o-or you know...just letting me know if you're gonna be in town again," you sheepishly state, squeezing the elephant in your arms. You had written your number down when he went off to make his phone call. You felt silly since you didn’t even know his name yet, but you knew you liked him either way.

"I, uh...I think I'll do just that," he smiles at you and puts the paper in his pocket. You smile back.

"I'm gonna hug you. Is that okay?"

Henry laughs, before opening his arms to you. You wrap one of your arms around him and he wraps his arms around your waist. Neither of you want to pull away, knowing that it would mean the end of your night together and who knows how long until you see each other again.

Unfortunately, your friends were waiting for you and he had a mission that you were unaware of. You pull away first.

"Goodbye, Henry," you quickly press a peck to his cheek. He tenses, but then looks at you shyly.

"Y-Yeah...goodbye, Y/N," a shade of pink crosses his face. He then clears his throat before pointing to your plushie. "You take good care of him."

You giggle and nod your head, before turning and walking away from him. Not even five feet away from him, you turn back and wave both your hand and your elephant's arm goodbye. Henry shakes his head and smiles, lifting his hand up to give a small wave of his own.

He stood there, watching your figure get smaller and smaller, until you disappeared into the crowd entirely.

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The man was killed swiftly in the haunted house of all places. No one suspected a thing, believing that the body was just a prop and the screams just sound effects.

Now Henry was laying down on his bed in the motel room his mother had rented. She was in the bathroom washing his knife and mask.

He could still hear the noises of the crowds cheering, feel the shakiness in his limbs after a thrill ride, taste the candied apple on his tongue, and feel your kiss on his cheek.

Perhaps when he and his mother got into the next town and had to split up again, he would see if that number you gave him was real.

[gothy-froggy]

Let Me Love You in My Own Way

Killer Frequency (spoilers)

Note: this fan fiction doesn’t canonically follow the game fully to make the plot more interesting. It also takes place years after the game.

The Whistling Man (Henry Barrow) x (fem)reader

Warnings: mentioned deaths, obsessive & stalker behavior, not proofread AND rushed

Summary: reader is well known as one of few survivors of the Whistling Man after his return. While hanging out with another survivor on the Whistling night, the Whistling Man returns 8 years later. Reader now relives the night, but noticed an unexpected behavior from him..

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“Good evening Gallows Creek! I’m your host, Allison Berks on the show Night of Terrors. Today I have one of our soul survivor from the Whistling Man after his return almost around eight year ago.” The hostess introduced as the cheered and clapped. Her smile as she glanced at some papers on the coffee table.

“Well Mrs. Berks I have to say, it’s a honor to be on this show.” The woman flashed a smile as she calmed her nerves down. It’s been so long since she really talked about that night. Allison chuckled.

“I feel like I should be the one saying that to you, really. I mean, you are Gallows Creek’s main survivor of the Whistling Man.”

“No, please, I’m not as successful as you are.”

“Well, I bet you won’t have any trouble. I’ve heard from your friends you’re quite talented. But, perhaps that’ll be a discussion for another time. As we all know, tomorrow is the night of the Whistling night. I just have a few questions about the night lit you don’t mind me asking.”

“Not at all, ask away.” The hostess grinned as she held her tea in her hand.

“Now you along with Carrie claimed that the Whistling Man spared you. Can you tell us what happened that night? We’d love to hear it from the final girl herself.”

The woman chuckled nervously, holding her beverage in her hands as she stared down at the liquid.

“Well, I wouldn’t call myself the final girl, scream queen or whatever. Carrie deserves it. She actually made a plan and fought. It was..different for me.” She sipped her beverage before letting out a quick sigh.

“Um…I was in my home. Lights were off, nobody was with me, I was listening to Forrest Nash and Peggy Weaver’s station about the murders. While listening in, I heard the whistle,” She paused. Allison placed a hand over hers.

“It’s ok, you can take your time.” She reassured. After taking a breath in, she continued.

“He was in my kitchen. I don’t know how he got inside since my back door was locked, but he did. My front door was farther away and he was in front of my back door. So I ran upstairs and pushed whatever was near me down the stairs to slow him down.”

“That’s when you called Nash? You were whispering when you called.” The woman nod to confirm.

“Before I was able to make a plan, he- the Whistling Man grabbed the phone and placed his free hand on my face. He just…stared at me. Did nothing. After a bit he just tossed the phone and walked out.” Her voice softening, as if she dozed off to think about that night.

“Wow. That’s definitely out of character for him. Um, you must’ve been terrified.” Allison folded her hands.

“I was. I grabbed my phone and told Nash what happened. I didn’t see him after that.”

“Well, the night is tomorrow. Do you have any plans?” Allison questioned to lighten up the mood.

“Well, I’ll be having company over for the night. I hope that nothing will happen tonight for me. Or anyone else. It’s very traumatic and I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.” Allison nod at the plan before continuing the show. After a while, Allison thanks her before thanking the audience and ending the interview.

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“Well, is it true?”

“Is what true?” She sat down with snacks right next to friend. The lights were dim. The television providing most of the light.

“You know, your interaction with the killer. Didn’t leave any details out?”

”Eugene, why would I make it up? Did you make up your ‘love of your life?’” She sassed him.

“Hey, I was a dumb teenager then…” He huffed. She chuckled, handing him some snacks.

“I wasn’t lying. It was really weird. It sucks that they still don’t know who was behind the mask. Forrest was so close to the truth..” Eugene nod in agreement.

“Yeah…so many people died during this day.”

The two changed the subject and switched through channels to find something to watch. She met Eugene while at work. He recognized that she was survivor and they talked about that night, becoming good friends after.

It was last. The night has been long. Maybe because she stayed up so late, maybe the dread of it being the night of the murders. She couldn’t tell if it was one of those reasons or both. She was a little bummed that Eugene had to leave for some emergency with his girlfriend. She waved goodbye and went upstairs to go to bed.

She tossed and turned under her covers. She couldn’t rest for some reason. Perhaps it was her just being paranoid, but she decided to try again. It didn’t work. She sighed, getting up and going down the stairs to get a glass of water. She looked around in her kitchen as she took a sip. An odd feeling raising inside her as her heart started racing.

Something didn’t feel right.

She tried to shake off the feeling, but it didn’t go away. The lights were off. The night was cold and silent. It was always haunting. The woman placed the water down and switched it out with a knife. She placed the knife in her hoodie pocket. She glanced outside of the back door.

Nothing.

She let out a sigh, making her way back to stairs as the feeling started to fade away and the weight fell off her shoulders.

But it came back.

The faint sound of a familiar whistle could be heard somewhere nearby. Was it inside? Was it outside? The whistle called out once again, proving that it wasn’t her imagination giving her hearing phantom trick again.

No. Not again.

She hurried up the stairs and quickly shut her door. She turned around to see him.

The Whistling Man.

He reached out and yanked her away from the door. She tried to scream and pull away, but his grip was too strong and his other hand was against her mouth. His horrifying mask tilted to the side as watched her struggle.

The man waited until she stopped struggling and quiet down. His hand slowly left her mouth. He let go of her body, shoving her dresser in front of the door.

“Hey, what the hell-” She was about to speak up before to made a sharp turn towards her. She shut her mouth, stepping a few steps back. He watched her for a few seconds before walking towards her desk. She hugged her arms as she watched him look at her desk. He scattered through the papers, picking up a newspaper. He turned back to her, looking up at her from the newspaper.

“I- um, I couldn’t help but do some research..” She chose her words carefully, barely speaking above a whisper. He tossed the newspaper back on the desk. The masked man walked back up to her. Her heart quickens, watching him get closer and closer.

Then she remembered. The knife in her pocket. She grabbed the knife’s handle and swung the knife, aiming it at his chest. But she wasn’t quick enough. The Whistling man grabbed her wrist. He added pressure. Forcing the knife to drop from her hand. He swiftly pushed her against the wall, keeping her in place.

“Let me go!” She cried out. She let out a sob. The man slowly tilted his head to the side. His hand reached for her face. Instead of being hit, choked, or any sign of violence, his hand caressed her face. A small gasped came form the woman.

“What do you want from me?” She whispered. He just stared, his hand still on her cheek. The masked man let her go, his hand leaving her face. She watched him grab his knife from the desk and slipped out of her window. He glanced at her one more time, disappearing from her view. She slid down against the wall, letting out a sigh out of relief. After a moment to collect herself, she got up and looked at the desk.

Is that…blood?

She then scattered towards the window. He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The woman then reached for the door, moving the dresser out of the way. She raced down the stairs and looked outside of the windows. A car parked outside near her house. Her blood went cold. It was Eugene’s. She didn’t want to believe it. His car, the blood…is he?

She quickly grabbed her phone and ran out, calling out to Eugene.

“Eugene? Eugene!” She called out, sprinting towards his car. She stopped, seeing a familiar red liquid drip from the car. No, no, no. She followed the trail on the ground to meet Eugene’s still body. The screamed, letting out sobs as she called for the police.

“Hello? Hello police? Please I need help-”

“This is 189 16-”

“Forrest? Oh God Forrest please help me! It’s me. He’s back and he got Eugene!” She stammered over her words.

“Are you alright?” Forrest asked. She assured him that she’s alright. After answering a few questions, her breathing got heavy and quickened.

“Hey, breathe. You’ll be alright.” Forrest caught her attention back. She couldn’t believe it. It was like that night all over again. The police being down, having to talk to Forrest for help…

The Whistling Man.

“Hey, we called someone that’s going to help and get Eugene. Everything is going to be fine.”

“Yeah…yeah ok. I’ll uh, call you back. Thanks Forrest.” She hung up and sat next to Eugene.

“Come on Eugene…” She murmured.

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“Forrest? It’s me. The person you called came and took Eugene.”

“Glad to hear that everything worked out.”

“Yeah…Forrest? How many other calls did you get about the Whistling Man?” A few moments of silent passed by until Forrest sighed.

“Quite a few. Doesn’t seem like he’s playing this time.”

“I wish you luck with the others. And please, figure out who it is. This needs to end.” She told him.

“Right. Talk to you soon.” Forrest said his goodbyes.

She sighed in relief before dragging herself back to her door. She looked down while looking for her keys.

Huh?

She looked down to see a single flower and a note.

I’ll see you soon

- Hen W.M.

She stared at the note as a shiver trickled down her spine. She took the note and the flower inside. She sat on a stool in her kitchen, twirling the flower in her hand.

“Who the hell could this be from?” She asked herself, staring at the note. It was haunting, eerie. She look outside, letting out a loud gasp.

A familiar mask was on the other side of the window. He let out another whistle before walking away. She didn’t even bother to call Forrest. It felt…different than being stalked and killed. Was he the one who left the note? Why? She was too tired to stress anymore. She placed the flower in a vase and went upstairs.

Tonight was stressful enough.

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As she went upstairs, she failed to notice the masked man watched her go up through the window again.

He still had much so much to do, but

Harming her will never be on the list. He picked up his blood stained knife and walked back into the woods.

Gallows Creek needs to pay, to have a cleansing.

And he’s glad that she didn’t seem to notice his mistake signing the note.

He let out one more whistle, going to find the next one of the list.

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A/N: very rushed but hey, this is just chapter one. Maybe? Might continue this. But hey! The Whistling man content for my simps

[multi-fandom-imagine]

🥰 - Post-nightmare cuddles || Forrest Nash ||

A/n: This game is amazing

A scream tore form Forrest’s lips, his body lurched forward as he did his best to catch his breath. He could almost feel the blade against his neck. Squeezing his eyes shut he glanced over at the body sleeping next to him.

Well you were sleeping until you blinked up at him through tired eyes. “Forrest?”

“Ah sorry peaches.” He gave you a crooked smile rubbing the back of his neck. “Just a bad dream.” He did his best not to scoff.

Bad dream didn’t even come close, if he closed his eyes he could almost still see your bloodied body on the ground.

Shaking your head you gave him a crooked smile placing your hand on his shoulders rubbing it gently hoping to calm him down. “First of all, you need to stop with that cheesy nickname.”

“But it’s so cute, it suits you.” He did his best to smile at you.

Shifting your body you then wrapped your arms around his body resting your head on his shoulders kissing his cheek. “Forrest, you don’t have to stay strong you know. It’s okay. What happened to me…to you. It was traumatizing okay. You have every right to be scared but I’m hehe for you okay.”

Shifting his body, he blinked away a few tears then tugged you into his chest. “That kid…he didn’t deserve it…why.”

He didn’t even want to think about nearly losing you and his friend Peggy.

“Shh….it’s okay Forrest.” Rubbing his back gently you then placed another kiss on the side of his head calming the man down. “I’m here for you forest and I’ll always be here.”

[abyss-presence]

How about Forrest and Peggy working with their coworker that’s accident prone? (Example: they fall down the stairs on a daily basis or get paper cuts often)

Note: second person pov, gender neutral reader

My apologies that this took so long to write. I feel like I've strayed a bit from the original request, but I hope it's still to your liking.

Thunder strikes twice

"You know, it surprises me how you even made it this far, especially during this night," you and Forrest make your way down the stairs to the first floor of the building, to check who rang the doorbell. Maybe not the greatest idea, considering that there is a killer on the loose, but oh well.

"You don't have to remind me about that, you know," it was a well known fact around KFAM that their new colleague was very much a disaster magnet. Thunder doesn't strike twice they say, but it would definitely strike them four times, in the exact same spot at the exact same time.

Either way, as the two of you walk down the stairs, fate decides to be extra cruel, as usual. You trip over your own feet and stumble off to the side to catch the wall instead of planting face first onto the floor. And just as that happens, your gaze lands on the doors of the building, where... who the heck is that?! Is that the Whistling Man?!

You see a man standing at the door, a black coat and a very noticeable white mask with red stains on it. That surely gotta be him, right?!

"'Play me on air?' What a freaky thing to find, huh?" Forrest's speech pulled you out of this trance you were in, or more like a state of panic. You rush to his side and pull him away from the door, firmly gripping his arm. He looks confused. "Hey, what was that for?"

"Did you not see him?!"

"See who?" Now you were just as dumbfounded as him. You definitely saw that, right? There's no way you imagined it, that white mask will surely appear in your dreams multiple times, turning them into nightmares.

"Are you kidding me? I definitely saw that! Forrest, if this is another one of your stupid jokes–"

"I'm not kidding, I didn't see anything. Maybe you hit your head too hard during one of the many accidents?" You sigh out of frustration and brush your hair back as a way to relieve at least a little of the stress that has been building up over the night. Without a word more, you go back up the stairs, almost tripping again when making a careless step upwards. Forrest catches up, and at the same time, your words catch up with him.

"Hey wait a moment, what do you mean 'one of your stupid jokes'?!"

You've seen him again. And again. And again. It feels like this damned killer has been lurking around KFAM, which makes it all the more suspicious. How can this be? How can he... she...? How can this person be making attacks on the outskirts of Gallows Creek and then appearing right outside the building. By all laws of physics, this should be impossible! Something more must be going on here. Which is exactly why–

"No, you're not going down with me. Knowing you, the whole building and yourself will end up in ruins."

"Don't treat me like I'm some kind of burden on you, you prick! I can handle myself perfectly fine!" You hated being treated like this. Sure, fate, or the universe, or God, or whatever doesn't really like you. Sure you make a mess of yourself and your surroundings almost anytime you do something. But that does not make you incapable! You're only a victim of circumstances, and not a careless person. So for them both to make it out like you are... it's offensive, to say the least.

"I'm sorry, but I think Forrest is right. It'd be better for you to stay here. Plus, who's gonna protect me if Forrest is down there?"

"Well, if you think I'm not capable of making a trip down to the basement, how can I be any capable of protecting you from a killer, huh?" Sure, maybe you were acting like a child. But it's a sensitive topic, so it's a natural reaction, like a fight or flight response.

"Come on now, don't be like that. You know we only want the best for you," you hate the fact that Peggy is so kind. Maybe if she was a prick like Forrest, then you wouldn't feel so bad about throwing a tantrum.

"...Right. Okay. Fine. But you better be back soon."

Forrest leaves the recording room, the door slowly closing behind him. You and Peggy sit in silence for a while, giving yourselves time to process the situation.

"It's for the best. Let's be real, Forrest can probably protect himself better than both of us combined."

"Can he though?" You raise an eyebrow, your eyes narrowing slightly as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Fair point," you can hear the muffled sounds of Peggy's quiet but joyful laughter. You can almost physically feel your heart become all warm and fuzzy. This woman really is like a gift to this world, huh?

The two of you spend time chatting, while you aimlessly walk around the room and take in your surroundings. At some point, you've stopped at the map hanging on the right wall, and started asking Peggy questions about what is where, what places she's personally visited, yada yada. However, your chitchat is quickly interrupted by Peggy receiving a call. On her personal phone nonetheless. You immediately have your guard up, because judging from Peggy's expression, something is not right here.

"Peggy? Who was that?"

"It's... it's Forrest! He said he needs help!" Upon hearing those words, you panick and want to rush down there to come to the rescue, but your mind quickly stops you. Why'd Forrest contact Peggy on her personal phone instead of just using the intercom? Something is definitely fishy here. But then again, what is "normal" about this night?

"Forrest...? Are you sure? It could be someone pretending to be him, you know."

"Why would someone do that?"

"To... lure one of us out?" Judging from the silence that fills the air, your suspicions are correct, and Peggy received some strange, suspicious call, and is trying to get you out of the picture for whatever reason.

Despite not working here for a long time, you know Peggy. She can be stubborn as hell. And the fact that she can't hide her emotions at all makes it all the more worse, because if you didn't know what she was up to, you wouldn't have to worry. "...Fine. I'm gonna go see what he's up to. You... be careful."

You both know what it means. You both realize it. Yet you still choose to accept things the way they are. But... at this point, what choice do you have?

You leave the room to go check up on Forrest, a twinge of worry bubbling up in your mind. What if something did happen to him? You know you're the one here who's very accident prone, but... on this night, fate turned against everyone, so there is no way to tell what's going to happen.

Entering the hall behind the reception, you're fairly certain that you hear Forrest somewhere in the storage room. Or was it the kitchen? Might as well check the kitchen, right? And preferably grab a snack or two on the way. Something makes you especially hungry when you're up late at night.

Grabbing a cup and placing it on the counter, you walk over to the fridge to check if there's something in there. Of course, it just so had to be that the counter had water spilt on it, and you placed that cup very conveniently in the puddle of that liquid. The cup slid off and shattered on the ground, its broken pieces flying all over the floor. Great...

While you were busy carefully stepping around the floor that felt like a minefield now, you didn't notice the sound of footsteps retreating from the storage room. But you did very clearly hear the sound of the door closing and being locked...

Once you're done sweeping off the shards in a hurry, you get up and open the door, but quickly rush back in to hide behind it.

The Whistling Man...

Slowly, you peak out from the narrow gap of the open door, looking around for the killer. Once you are sure the coast is clear, you creep out from the kitchen and make your way to the storage room. Unfortunately, fate clearly has some plans for you, as an empty can of paint falls right behind you, making painfully loud clink-clanks against the floor. Damn it.

Oh no, how the hell did she get here?! You've seen her outside the building multiple times, but how come she is inside now?! This can't be... Forrest! Your panic quickly gets replaced by a stubborn sense of determination. You have to warn your colleague. No, you have to save him.

Acting fast, you slip into Clive's little hangout spot, and from there, into the backroom. You try to make your way through the dusty shelves as carefully as physically possible, and surprisingly enough, succeed. The silence is piercing, and it scares you to death. But what scares you even more is the sudden sound of the door being opened, and that familiar tune whistled somewhere from the entrance. A tune that everyone grew to despise and fear during this night.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You feel as if your ribs are going to crash your insides. You feel your lungs burning. When come face to face with a ruthless, psychopathic killer, you have only yourself to relay on.

You can hear the squelching sounds of blood from beneath her boots as she creeps around the shelves, looking for her prey like an avid hunter... What a freak. The chances of escape are minimal, but not zero. You steady out your breathing and focus on the sounds around, while watching every step of the killer from your peripheral vision to make more accurate measurements. You can hear her dragging a sharp, metal knife along the wall, clanking it against the shelves. Is she trying to scare you on purpose? Well too bad. Your adrenaline is way too high now, but it is not fear based. Seems like your body has chosen to fight.

Once you see her go further inside, you quickly come out of your hiding spot. The plan was to lure her further in and lock her. She did get out from such a trap before, but... somehow you doubt Maurice in his abilities. But, who wouldn't, if we're being fair?

Either way, picking up a cassette player that was on one of the shelves, you aim it somewhere deeper into the room. You'll have to throw it in a way that the Whistling Man won't suspect that it came from your side. So you prepare to throw the thing...

...And of course it just had to land straight on her head. And pretty hard too. If it didn't hit her, you probably wouldn't have even realized how tightly you were clutching that thing.

...Well, okay, maybe you did want to throw it at her. But there's bad news, she of course noticed that, and now you see the lifeless holes of that bloody mask staring straight at you. Wonderful. This night just keeps getting better and better.

And now, since the fight response didn't exactly work out... the next step is to run. You turn around with the speed of light, booking it the hell out of there. You throw over like 2 stacks of crates and a small coffee table while running up the stairs to the second floor to find Forrest. Wait, there he is! In... Peggy's booth...? Damn it, that means she probabaly left somewhere. But hey, at least if the Whistling Man is here, and you don't see your coworker's body anywhere, that must mean she is safe, right?

You run into the room as soon as possible and grab onto Forrest's arm, trying to pull him out and away from there.

"Huh–?! Oh, it's just you. Where the hell have you been? And where's Peggy?"

"No time to explain! We have to–"

Before you could finish, the door slams shut behind you both. Locked. Oh no... did you fall right into her trap? Or was it you all along who was doomed to bring disaster everywhere you go? Maybe this whole thing started because of you...

Well, no, that's too much of a stretch. Sure, you can barely walk two feet without some kind of accident happening to you or around you, but to think that this is somehow your fault is absurd. As you come back to reality to hear the conversation between Dawn and Forrest, something catches your attention:

"Meet my boy. Henry Barrow."

...Excuse me?

Ohh she's definitely not gonna be happy about what you did down in the basement to "her boy" just now... eeesh.

[lumierexfics]

Whistling Man / Henry Barrow Headcanons

Has a strong sense of justice when it comes to his loved ones

Has an issue with authority

Troubled student due to getting into fights when he was younger and homeschooled after many incidents

Often listens to the radio

Has a fear of love

It takes a while for him to allow himself to love since he doesn’t want anything bad happening to them and he doesn’t want to repeat the cycle of disaster happening

His love language would be giving gifts / receiving gifts

But once he lets himself fall in love, he loves hard

Divider credits

[menifire1092]

[alarmclockthatrings]

Forrest Nash x Reader -- New Friend.

content: Gn! Reader + Mute Reader + quite short :)!

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Late at night, Forrest told Peggy goodbye as he twisted his wrist to lock the doors to the KFAM studio and stuck his hands in his pockets, feeling the coldness of his palms through the fabric.

He let out a tired exhale after a long night and saw a fog of his exhale lift itself up into the night sky and dissolve.

He lifted his foot to take a step but stopped when he felt someone gently tap his shoulder.

The whistling man?! But I didn't hear whistli--

His thoughts were quickly shut down when he saw an innocent person with a backpack. Their hands kept together and seemed... innocent.

They suddenly reached for their backpack. Forrest flinched, his shoulders tensing as he watched the stranger search around their backpack. A gun? A knife? Sometimes innocent people can be guilty too!

No, it was just a mere notebook and a pen. They looked down and wrote something down.

They held up the notebook, and Forrest bent down and narrowed his eyes. It was dark. The LED of the sign held above the building was the only source of light that was dimly litten above he managed to read.

Do you know the way around Gallows Creek? I have problems getting around here and I'm quite new...

They wrote in neat handwriting for Forrest to understand. He nodded with a gentle smile. But asked himself, why couldn't they talk?

"Oh, your deaf?" He questioned, pointing to the notebook with a furrowed brow. The person shook their head and retracted the notebook to write something new. They showed what they had newly written and pointed to the corner of the notebook.

Mute. Got stabbed during a mugging, luckily I was close to the hospital.

Forrest felt pity wash over him as he frowned. "Oh. Sorry. Where do you live?"

They went back to writing and revealed that they live around Nancy Street, at those fancy apartments.

He nodded and ushered them to his car, offering them to sit in front with him

As the person and he sat in the car's front seat, driving through buildings and ugh... Ponty's Pizza. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as they passed by.

He looked over to the passenger's seat and saw the person looking out the window as they turned a corner, and decided to break the awkward silence.

"I forgot to ask, what's your name?" He asks, propping his elbow on the ledge of his window.

They took out their notebook and wrote (Y/N). He nodded. "I'm Forrest, I'm the... Host of The Scream, It's on the radio. So, what brings you here, in Gallows Creek?"

He heard the faint sounds of a pen scribbling and after it came to a stop, he looked over.

You know... trying to prove my independence to my parents, so I moved here. I already have a job at the St Hospital or something?

Forrest nodded as he looked ahead. "Ah, Our only hospital, just a reminder, we only have one ambulance." Forrest joked and glanced over to find (Y/n) chuckling slightly.

The silence shifts to laughter but it slowly comes to a stop when (Y/n) taps his shoulder and points to their apartment building.

Forrest stops the car and (Y/n) nods goodbye to them as they lift a foot to take their leave but then, they suddenly stop and turn around.

They write one last thing and hand it to Forrest.

"It was nice talking to you! I might need someone to teach me the ways around Gallows Creek, I'll see you around."

Forrest smiled and looked up, his eyes staring into theirs. "Sure, be careful around the Whistling Man. You can hear me on 189. 16." He said softly and (Y/n) nodded before waving goodbye.

But Forrest still stayed, watching (Y/n) go up the stairs and enter their apartment.

When he heard the door close, he was at peace and drove home, knowing a new friend of his was safe, for now.

There's a part 2!

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Beginning of Something Wonderful

[GIF not mine]

Pairing: Peggy Weaver x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: A Gallows Creek native moves out of town for a better job opportunity in the next town. But after finding out her crush is in danger, springs to help.

Warnings: Town Murdering, Attempted Murder

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Italics/Bold = Past, Y/n/n = Your nickname

Theme: "All it Takes" - Empathy Test

A/n: I recently started listening to synth-pop and it brought me back to this game :) Happy Halloween

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You sit at your desk, the clock ticks, filling the white noise of the silent police station. Your eyes travel up to your little knick-knacks corner: a polaroid of you and Peggy sits upon the lamp lighting your desk.

I miss you Peg...

"Go take the job in Henderson," Sheriff Matthews suggests, "It's better than being a local Cop 'round here."

But, there was one person you'd be willing to stay for.

Peggy Weaver.

You've been crushing on her since graduation from Gallows Creek High. But, you weren't sure if she was interested. In you, in women, or dating in general.

"Okay fine," You sigh, giving in

You pack the last box into the moving truck and shut the door, latching it.

"You're always welcome back," Peggy says, her arms crossed

"I know," You smile solemnly, "But, being a cop 'n everything... Don't know when I'll be able to come visit. Also don't really have much family around anymore..."

"I... Wasn't talking about that..." Peggy says

"Aw, Peggy you care about me," You smile

"Of course I do, you're one of the very few people in this town that I willingly tolerate," Peggy says

You open your mouth to say something.

"Hey you two lovebirds finished?" The truck driver calls out to the both of you

You hear the doors to the station burst open.

"Help! Gallows Creek needs help!" A familiar voice echoes through the station

"Leslie?" You stand from your chair

"Y/n, thank god!" Leslie sighs in relief

Your other coworkers began gathering in the lobby.

"Take a breather, and tell us what happened," You say

"Y-yeah, I finished packing the last box in here," You call out to him, "You got the spare key, why don't you head off already?"

Both you and Peggy watch the moving truck drive off.

"I'm going to miss you, you know that?" Peggy breaks the silence

"I know, I'll miss you too," You confess

You notice how Peggy's nails were digging into her skin. You grab the lining of your jacket and remove it from your body to put it over her.

"Thanks y/n," She sighs happily, "Well, I won't keep you. You should get going..."

"Yeah..." You sigh

You could tell that Peggy was doing her best to not cry. You take a step forward as your hand instinctively moves up to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. Your palm opens up as you cradle her head; she leans into the touch. You lean forward and place a kiss on her temple. Peggy wasn't able to hold back her tears as she immediately wraps her arms around you. You return the feeling as you try to keep yourself from crying as well.

Now here you were... Tailing Leslie as she leads you all back to Gallows Creek to bring reinforcements to apprehend two killers. One of them you knew... Marie Campbell... You didn't know she had a son. You kept your radio on 189.16; once you were in range of the radio signal.

"Y/n, you're with me, Peggy is wherever the hell Marie is," Leslie says through your com

"Roger that," You follow

+*+

"I... I...," Marie tries to find the right words

You barge the door open with your shoulder, "HENDERSON POLICE! FREEZE!"

"No!" Marie yells, "Henry! get out of there!!"

You pull the trigger, attempting to slow Marie down. However, a familiar scream echoes throughout the gym.

"Peggy!" You yelp

You allow your fellow police officers chase Marie. You didn't really care... Peggy was your priority.

"H-hey Y/n... Long time no see huh?" Peggy chuckles

"Y/n, you stay with Peggy. Get her to the hospital," Leslie tells you

You look down at Peggy again.

"I got a first aid kit in my car," You say

"O-okay... Let's-"

Peggy lets out a gasp as you curl your arms under her midsection and under her knees as you pick her up and bring her out to your car.

"I got you Peg.." You sigh

You kinda knew that she didn't like being called 'Peg', but it was either the current situation you were both in, or any other reason, she never told you not to call her 'Peg'. You felt her head rest against your shoulder as you struggle to open the door.

"I'm leaning you back," You tell her

"Jeez Y/n, calm down, I'm alive," Peggy smiles

"I-I can't... It-it was a stressful night," You nearly fidget with her seatbelt

Peggy reaches and brushes her fingers against your tense knuckles, making you slow down to a stop.

"It's okay," She tells you, buckling in, "I'm okay..."

She groans in pain, "For now..."

You rush into the driver's seat of your car, blaring the sirens as you nearly do a donut out of the school parking lot and onto the road.

"Y/n!" Peggy screams

Her hand clutching her wound and the other on your thigh. Your brain calms your body as you steady the car on the road.

"Sorry," You find a good breathing pattern, "It's been..."

"A stressful night," Peggy finishes your sentence, "You said that already."

+*+

You pace around the waiting room for the doctor to return with Peggy's results. Forrest Nash meets you not too long after.

"Thanks for bringing Peggy here," He gives you his gratitude

"Anytime Forrest," You sigh, "You been okay?"

He nods.

The both of you knew each other well before you moved the year before. You weren't as close to him as you were with Peggy, but you tolerate his company.

"You alright?" He asks, seeing how you were massaging your shoulder

"Yeah," You groan, clearly lying

"You sure you don't want to get that looked at?" He asks

Knowing it'll be a prolonged injury if you don't get it looked at. You had one of the nurses quickly check you out. They concluded that you needed to put your arm in a sling: connected to the shoulder that you used to barge open the school gym doors.

+*+

The both of you stand once the both of you see the doctor walk towards the both of you.

"How is she doc?" You ask

"She'll live," He says

Both you and Forrest sigh in relief.

"Ms. Weaver wants to see you," The doctor points at you specifically, "Alone."

You nod as you begin to follow behind the doctor. However, you stop and turn back to Forrest. However gestures for you to move on. You turn your back to him and continue following the doctor to Peggy's room.

"Hey, Y/n/n," Peggy smiles

The doctor allows youth step in, then shutting the curtain behind them.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, sitting in the visitor chair

"Had better days," She answers

Awkward silence...

Your fingers were intertwined with one another, thumbs fidgeting...

"You... Came back," Peggy breaks the silence

"Well, 'course I did," You lightly chuckle, "I saw how Leslie was panicked, and single mention of your name came out of her mouth... I just dropped everything..."

"Awwww you still care about me," Peggy tries to lighten the situation, but groans from the pain

"I never stopped caring," You say, "Work had been packed, I never had the chance to make a plan to come back and visit you..."

"Well, you haven't missed much," Peggy sighs

"Well, there was one thing..." You say

"Who may that be?" Peggy asks, as if she didn't already know the answer

Your fingers brush against her cheek as you lean forward, placing a kiss onto her forehead. However, you draw your hand away as soon as you hear Forrest clear his throat.

"Sorry, was I interrupting something?" He asks

"No," You lie, "I was just about to head out to catch up with Leslie, see if there's any update with the chase."

+*+

You decided to stay an extra few days in Gallows Creek to provide extra security at the Harvest Festival while your other police friends either went back to Henderson or chased after Marie.

"Hey Peg," You seat yourself at her bedside again, "How are you feeling now?"

"Better, now that you're here," She smiles, "Doctor should be discharging me later today. How was the festival?"

"Like any other festival, Reggie was taking over the KFAM booth, was nice catchin' up with him," You say, "Also, I got this- well, won it... For you."

You awkwardly place the stuffed animal into her lap. You watch her look at it in awe. Even though you have seen better composed toys, but it was a carnival toy... Couldn't get any worse.

"I love it," she smiles up at you

Another session of awkward silence.

"So... When are you going back to Henderson?" She asks

"About that..." You say, running your hand through your hair

"Oh my god... Are you?" She asks, sitting up in her bed

You nod.

+*+

You resigned from Henderson and moved back to Gallows Creek. Considering that they lost their chief, you knew they needed you more than anything.

You began hanging out with Peggy before the both of you would head off to your night shifts in the town.

"Thanks for walking me to the door Y/n/n," She smiles

"Always," You smile back, "I'll be tuning in."

You lean down and place a quick kiss onto her cheek.

+*+

You sit in your office space that was once Martinez' office. Martinez was promoted to Chief whilst you were immediately reinstated into the Gallows Creek Police Department as Deputy. You jolt to the sound of your office door opening: seeing Peggy emerge through it.

"Hey Peg, is something wrong?" You ask, standing up

You begin to grow concerned when you watch her shut and lock the door.

"Whoa hey Peg..." You say, slowly backing up, "Slow down and-"

Before you could tell her to calm down, she crashes herself into you; body, hands and fingers coiled into your hair, lips met.

"P-Peggy- I-" You try to speak

However, she didn't let you. The only time she did pull away was to let the both of you breathe.

"God I've been wanting to do that for awhile," She sighs into a smile

"Same," You sigh back, your arms coiling around her hips

"Why didn't you do anything? I was waiting for you!" Peggy says

"I... I wasn't sure if you were... Interested. Interested in me, women or dating as a whole," You explain

"Oh, Y/n/n," Peggy says, brushing her fingers against your cheek, "You should have picked up the hints!"

She smacks you in the shoulder.

"Okay okay! Ouch!" You yelp, "I'm oblivious!"

"No excuses, you owe me a date!" Peggy says

"Frankly... I owe you a lot of them," You chuckle

"I know, I've been counting," She smiles

[cherrilemon]

Has anyone made x readers for Killer Frequency yet???

Imma have to take matters into my own hands….

[c0sm1c-c01nc1dence]

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Welcome! Before you send in any requests, let’s go over a few things, shall we?

Requests are: OPEN!

Fandoms I currently write for (masterlists will be linked once they’re made):

- The Owl House

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- Oxenfree

- Beacon Pines

- Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

- Killer Frequency

- Night in the Woods

What I WILL write:

- Platonic or romantic asks (though this depends on the character)

- Polyamorous relationships

- Themes involving mental health, anxiety, etc.

- Multiple character headcanons/drabbles

- AUs

- Readers of any gender

- Mildly suggestive themes

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- Character x character, though this is primarily an x reader blog

- Crossovers

- Headcanons, drabbles, oneshots, songfics, or multi-part fics

- Anon asks

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Autumn Leaves: Henry Barrow x Reader

Warnings: fluff, first kiss, Henry and reader reunite, some swearing, murder, death (Henry and Marie go sicko mode on Gallows Creek), some guilt (Henry questions his mother's actions), I feel like I gotta say this but spoilers (mostly for the bad ending of the game), probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 2576 words

A/N: Hey everybody! Let's break up the puppet master stuff with some x reader thingys. Leading the pack is a sequel to my first Henry x Reader fic Carnival Lights. I wasn't going to write a part two, but someone wanted it, and that got me brainstorming. It's funny, I never thought I'd like Henry so much (well, I like my version of Henry lol). Enjoy!

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Ever since that night at the carnival, Henry never forgot you. The first chance he got, he tried to call you. He wanted to believe that you gave him a real number, but there was still this sliver in his mind that wouldn't have been surprised at you deceiving him.

Of course, the moment he heard your voice on the other end of the phone, guilt consumed him for thinking such. You were so happy to hear him, eagerly asking how he was doing and asking him what he had seen on his "road trip" with his mother. He told you everything, with the exception of all the "murder stuff".

Despite wanting to make his mother proud, and wanting to see her plan through, he missed you. That longing to see you again grew with every phone call. With every mile driven in-between the two of you.

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Henry was lying down on the bed in the motel room his mother had rented. While he was originally listening to the TV, now he was just staring up at the ceiling. His mother sat on her own bed, writing in a notebook on her lap and occasionally mumbling something. He brings his wrist up to his face to look at his watch. It was almost time for him to find a phone booth and call you. He always tried to call you at a set time, so he would never miss you.

He sits up and stretches, before walking to where he and his mother's black trench coats hung.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air, mom," he calls while putting on his coat.

"Alright, be careful,," she replies, glancing up from her notebook, briefly.

"I know," he opens the door and exits the room.

Henry wastes no time walking to the phone booth that stood by its lonesome. He pulls his coat tighter around himself when he enters. It was autumn now, and the weather was getting chilly. He reaches into his pocket for some quarters and inserts them into the machine. He always made sure he carried change on his person now.

He then raises the phone to his ear and waits.

"Hello?," you chirp from the other end.

"Hey, Y/N," he smiles at the sound of your voice.

"Oh, Henry! Hi! How are you?" you ask. He can practically feel your cheerful nature radiate through the phone.

"I'm doing alright. How have you been?"

"I'm good. Nothing too big to report. Just hung out with friends a bit," you respond.

"Well, as long as you're doing okay," he thinks for a moment. "I uh...the road trip's been fine. In fact, tomorrow's the last day."

Tomorrow. The big day. The day that Gallows Creek pays. And then after that...well...Henry wasn't too sure. His mother said that they could finally live a normal life, but where? He thought about asking her to move to your hometown, but then he'd probably have to explain why. And if she said "no"....

Fuck it. He was going to see you again, no matter what she decided.

"Oh, did you have fun?" you question.

"Yeah, it's been fine. I just...I really miss you," he sighs.

"I miss you too. Will you...will you ever be in town, again?" your voice drops.

"I want to. Believe me, I do. I'm...I'm gonna see if my mom would think about swinging through, again. You know, after tomorrow," he decides.

"Really?" you light up.

"Yes...really," he nods to himself.

"And...and if she says 'no'?"

"Then I'll figure something out. Look, I'm not gonna stay away from you any longer than I have to, okay?"

"Okay," a small smile spreads across your face.

"Okay," he parrots. "I, uh...I guess I should say goodbye now, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so," you sigh. "Good night, Henry."

"Good night, Y/N. I...," he stops himself. "I...I'll see you soon. I promise."

"You better," you quip.

You both hesitate, before ending the call. Henry lets out a shaky breath as he puts the phone back. He was really going to do this. He was really going to go through with his promise.

With that, he walks back to his motel room. When he enters, his mother's bed was now littered with pictures of different people. People he had never seen before. As he glances at them, he feels a bit of guilt twist in his gut. Some of the people in the photos had smiles on their faces, looking innocently into the camera. They really did remind him of you.

He just shakes his head and turns his attention back to the TV. He didn't want to think about that. Instead, he thought about how the faster Gallows Creek reaped what they sowed, the faster he could see you again.

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As night fell on the small town of Gallows Creek, so did a dark, suffocating cloud. Blood stained the streets under the moonlight. While only some who were lucky managed to escape the wrath of Marie and her son, a devastating list of victims piled up.

Then the end came. Henry visited the radio station KFAM, and stared at the silhouette of Forrest Nash. A savior to few, but definitely not to all. He could hear his mother as she slowly cut away at the man that took everything away from her, Teddy Gallows Jr.

Life really was cruel. His mother, young and alone, trying to raise him with what little money she could scrape up. Meanwhile he sat upon his ivory tower getting richer and richer. If he had it his way, he would take a swing at him too. But no, his place was here. His job was to kill the loose end.

Then Peggy came into the picture. He remembered looking at the photo of his aunt, he did feel a bit ill. She had a smile similar to your own. It was bad enough having to listen to her screams as she died, but Forrest made it worse. He begged, he cried, he sobbed. He wanted Henry's mother to stop, and honestly he did too.

When he had enough, he burst into the room and stabbed him over and over again. Henry just wanted him to shut up, he wanted it all to shut up.

Once he was done, he ran out of the station, keeping to the shadows of the dark alleyways.

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Henry continues to stare up at the ceiling of the motel room. His mom had been gone for a while now. Sure, there was no possible way that cops could stop her, they both made sure of that. But of course that wouldn't stop vigilante justice from rising up. His mother was just one woman, and a group of people who wanted to avenge their slain neighbors could easily carry that task out. Fortunately, he hears the sound of the lock to the motel room clicking.

His mother walks into the room and removes her mask, an exhausted look on her face.

Henry gets up from his bed and runs over to her.

"Mom, are you alright? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Henry," she nods. "I'm...more than okay."

"So, it...it's over, now?" he asks, hopefully.

"Yes, it's done," she raises her hands to hold her son's face. "Now we're free. We can finally live a normal life."

"Where?"

"Anywhere you'd like," she smiles.

"Really?"

She nods once more.

"Then...then can we live...," he gives her the name of your hometown.

"I don't see why not. Although I don't know why out of all places you'd want to move there."

"I, um...," Henry sighs. "There's something I have to tell you."

A look of concern spreads across Marie's face.

"Okay."

"I...remember when we stopped there and...I had to kill that man at the carnival?"

She nods.

"And I told you that someone was following me around?"

"Yes."

"That...that wasn't true."

Marie's eyes widen.

"Henry," she places a hand over her heart.

"I know I should've done what you told me, and I did...eventually. I...I had fun with them, mom. For once in my life I felt normal. For once in my life I had fun. I...they gave me their number and I've been keeping in touch with them ever since. I...I love them, mom."

He finishes his confession and doesn't break his gaze from his mother's face.

A whole range of emotions go through her mind. She was upset at her son for lying to her. For getting distracted. Then again, that man paid in the end and...and her son was in love. And how was that something to be upset over.

"Oh, Henry," she pulls him into a hug, which he returns. "Remember to hold onto them tightly. To never let them go."

He nods.

"Now," she pulls away. "We've got a bit of a trip ahead of us. We need to rest up the best we can."

Henry smiles, and his mother walks away into the bathroom. He looks down at his hands. Hands that were conditioned to bring pain and death. But not anymore.

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Leaves in shades of oranges and browns dance in the wind as Henry walks down a sidewalk in your hometown. He and his mother pulled in a couple of hours ago, and he needed to stretch his legs.

Oh, and he also wanted to look for you as well.

He could've called you, but he wanted to find you. He wanted to surprise you. Luckily, he gets his chance.

As he passes by some diner windows, he glances inside and sees you sitting at a booth, too invested in your menu to notice him.

He enters, and you still don't look up. You don't look up until he is right by your booth.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Your head shoots up and a smile spreads across your face.

"Henry!" you stand from your seat and pull him into a tight embrace. He happily returns it. "When did you get into town?"

"A couple of hours ago. Decided to do some exploring."

You giggle and pull away.

"Oh! Are you hungry? Do you wanna have some lunch with me?" you ask

"Food sounds great."

Henry was no stranger with diner food once his mother decided to set her plan in motion. And you know what? He still enjoyed it. From eggs and pancakes to greasy hamburgers and french fries. So he ate what he ordered so eagerly, that you playfully asked him when the last time he even ate was.

Once the two of you finished eating and he made sure to beat you to paying at least for his own food, you decided to show him around town. All while you held his hand in your own, this time without the barrier of his leather gloves.

As you both walk, a flier catches your attention.

"Oh, hey! I got an idea!" you exclaim.

"What is it?" Henry asks, intrigued.

"The fall festival starts tomorrow. Do you wanna go?" you look up at him, still beaming.

"With you?" he asks, jokily. You nod.

"Well then. I think I do."

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You stand by the entrance of the festival, glancing around. Your friends came by and asked you to join them, but you told them you were waiting for someone, so they hesitantly left you be.

You eagerly bounce on the balls of your feet, the smells of cinnamon permeating the air. Then you spot him walking towards you, a smile on his face and his hands in his black trench coat pockets. You run to him, greeting him with a hug as you did back at the diner.

"What took you so long?" you ask.

"Sorry, my mom and I had to, uh, figure some things out," he says in a way that makes you want him to explain.

"What do you mean?" you look up at him. "How long are you two staying?"

"Hopefully forever."

Shock spreads across your face.

"Wha-wait? What?"

"Yeah, we...we're trying to find a place to live."

"I...," joy consumes you and you hug him even tighter. "Oh my God! Really?"

Henry chuckles and returns the hug, before patting you on the back.

"Come on. Are we gonna stand here, or are we gonna go to a festival?"

"Oh, right! Sorry," you pull away, and he offers you his hand, allowing you to drag him wherever you wanted to go.

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The night was no different to the night when you both first met, filled with games and candied apples. The only changes were that the weather was colder, and Henry was warmer.

Now the two of you were sitting at a picnic bench drinking some hot cocoa. While you were interested in your sweet beverage, he was glancing up at the lights strung up above you.

"This is nice," he remarks absentmindedly.

"It is," you smile over at him. He takes a deep breath before turning to you.

"Can I tell you something, Y/N?" he gazes into your eyes.

"Of course you can," you say, your cheeks growing warm from his eyes.

"I like this," he begins. "I like...I like hanging out with you."

"I like hanging out with you too, Henry," you nod.

"It...it's more than that," he shakes his head. "You're so sweet, so gentle. It's hard to believe that someone like you exists....And honestly, I am so happy that...that you decided to follow me around."

You let out a small laugh that makes his heartbeat increase.

"Yeah, I'm...I'm happy I decided to bug you, too. I had way more fun with you than I would've had by myself."

"There's...one more thing," after some debating in his head, Henry takes both of your hands into his own. "Until I met you, I didn't have the best life. My mom had me when she was young and my dad was killed. She had no one...she had nothing, and she tried to give me the best life she could, but....I knew that that life wasn't normal, that I wasn't normal. But you didn't care. You saw something in me."

He moves closer to you.

"When I'm with you, I feel normal. I feel so happy with you, and...a-and I love you, Y/N....I-I really really do."

You were silent throughout his whole confession, but you're smiling harder than you had ever before.

"You mean it?" you lean closer to him.

Henry nods, smiling back at your positive reaction.

It was at that moment that you felt like your happiness was overflowing, bubbling over the surface. So you do the first thing that comes to your mind.

You kiss him.

It's a little rough and awkward with you doing it so impulsively and with Henry having never kissed someone before, but you two evened it out rather quickly. And it felt like the best experience in your life. Both of your minds were completely empty, the only resident now being bliss. To make it even better, you both taste the hot cocoa on each other's lips.

Eventually, you two pull away, your smiles still not wiped away.

"I love you too, Henry," you begin. "I promise that I'll do anything I can to keep you happy."

Henry laughs.

"Believe me, Y/N, with you, that won't be very hard."

[gothy-froggy]

How Far Obsession Goes

(Killer Frequency spoilers)

Henry Barrows x fem!reader

Warnings: murder, obsessive behavior, violence, minor character death, suggestive, blood mentioned, main character being to shocked to do anything , non-consensual sexual behavior and actions(?) , not proofread, rushed

Summary: Henry and reader were good friends, now dating, but little does reader know, Henry is in love with her. Obsessed with her. And as the the Whistling Man returns, Henry let’s reader knows about how deep his feelings are.

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Look at me more.

Smile at me more.

Love me more.

The three phrases echoed in Henry’s mind. He knew his girlfriend loves him. He knows she’s faithful to him. No need to feel like this, but he wants more. Henry wished he could just have her in his arms all the time. Her soft and warm skin against his. Her scent overwhelming his nose, making him drunk from it. Her arms around him as if she needs to be protected. Her pretty head on his chest, the weight from her body pressing more onto him. He needed more.

Henry looked at his reflection before taking a deep breath in, looking down at a picture of his lovely girlfriend. Such a beauty, a shame that he couldn’t be with her every second of their lives. Boy does he wish he can. He stuffed the photo franticly into the pocket of his coat.

“Ready?” His mother asked. She handed him a blade. Henry slowly nod, taking the blade and putting it in his other pocket. His mother grabbed his cheeks and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

“Try your best not to get distracted. This town has to pay. Make me proud.”

Henry gave his mother another nod, but he knew he was going to get distracted. His true love isn’t with him. She’s with a friend instead since he had to make an excuse and an alibi for the night. All he could think was maybe, just maybe he could check up on her between kills.

Look at me

Smile at me

Touch me

Love me

“I’m glad we could hang out.” Alex smiled as he grabbed a soft drink from the mini fridge in the bedroom.

“Yeah, I’m happy you could make it!” She agreed, sitting at the end of the bed.

“I know that this day of the year is hard for you. Thought you would like some company.”

“Yeah, appreciate it.” Alex nod, sitting on the floor next to the bed. He held his drink from the top, letting it dangle over his knee.

“I’m surprised that your boyfriend allowed this.”

“What do you mean?” She asked, puzzled by his words. Alex laughed lightly, looking up at her.

“You know, he’s just so protective over you. I get that you two are dating, but he doesn’t got to guard you that much.”

She lightly laughed.

“He means no harm. Henry is a good guy.” She waved it off. She went down the stairs and grabbed Ponty’s Pizza. She played some music and offered Alex some pizza.

“Come on, let’s talk about something else, yeah?”

Look at me

Smile at me

Touch me

Laugh with me

Love me

Henry wiped the blood of his blade. He stared at the lifeless eyes from the man he had just killed. He grabbed his phone and called his mother.

“Mom, I’ll go for him. I know where he’s at.”

“Ok. Be careful. Call me when you’re done. Then we’ll head to the station.”

Henry quickly muttered a ‘I love you’ to his mother before hanging up. He pulled out the picture of his true love. Oh how beautiful his girlfriend is. Every bit of her. Oh he loves her so much. Maybe a little too much. No, that’s not possible. You can never love someone too much. His mother proved that. All of this for his father. He would do the same for her. She could even ask him to and he would. There was no limit to what he would do for her. He thinks of her daily, over a million times.

Henry put the photo away and glanced at the body. Yeah, he would do this for his sweet love in a heartbeat. He put the blade away and walked over to her house. It was just perfect. He gets to see her and kill a target. And so her how deep his love for her goes.

Look at me

Smile at me

Touch me

Laugh with me

Think of me

Love me

She held Alex in her arms as he cried. His empty soda can forgotten on the ground with quite a few beers. Alex clinging on her sleeves.

“Just why my parents, you know?” The sobbing, drunken Alex sniffled.

“On this…fucking day too!” She pat his back, gently shushing him.

“You aren’t alone Alex. You’re ok.” She comforted him. Alex hiccuped, looking up at her.

“Yeah, I got you, don’t I?” He slurred a bit. Alex forced her on the bed, ignoring her scream and discomfort.

“Alex, no! Let me go!” She screeched. Alex brought his face closer with a more sickly smile.

“Come on. Do you know how, long I waited to get with you?” Alex gritted his teeth, sounding frustrated and upset.

“That Henry fuck ruined it all!” She flinched by his shout.

“Alex, please,” She whispered as panic continued to build.

Panic builder up, but no longer from Alex.

Alex suddenly got off of her, hitting the floor hard. A masked man in a long trench coat, the Whistling Man, grabbed him, throwing him against the desk and from wall to wall. Her frantic screams helped nothing as Alex got his serve beating.

The Whistling Man pulled out his blood stained knife with one hand, the other keeping Alex against the wall with a ball of his shirt. The blade being shoved deep inside Alex’s stomach. The Whistling Man took the blade out and threw Alex on the floor. He turned him over after getting on top, rising the knife with both hands.

Me

He stabbed the knife into his chest.

Me

He stabbed his chest again.

Me

And again.

Me

And again.

M e

Again.

The Whistling Man stabbed Alex directly in the heart, adding pressure as he watched him take his final breath. He tilted his head before taking the knife out. He turned to the mortified woman. He grabbed her as she tried to run out of the door.

“Shhh.” He turned her around and sat her on the bed. He took the mask off, revealing it was her boyfriend.

“Henry?!” She screeched, desperately trying to get away.

“Baby, he can’t hurt you anymore, it’s ok. I’m here.” He forced her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. Henry ignored her scared rambling and attempt to get away.

“Look at me,” He said calmly, grabbing her cheek with a hand.

“I will kill anyone for you. Understood? Anyone.” His sickly obsessed eyes staring into hers. He rubbed her cheek as he kept a firm grasp on her, but not enough to hurt her.

“I love you, ok?” He whispered. He lightly jerked her head as she tried to glance at Alex’a deceased body.

“Don’t look at him. Look at me.” He demanded. Her fearful eyes looking back at Henry.

“Much better,” He slightly smiled.

“Don’t try to run away. You got it?” He told her. She very slowly nodded her head, following his instructions. Henry wrapped his arms around just below her waist, laying his body over her legs. He felt her loud and fast beating heart, her visible shaking. He let out a content sigh, looking up at her. His eyes were no longer loving. Something darker and twisted, more deep.

Obsession.

“I would do anything for you.”

Look at me more.

Smile at me more.

Touch me more.

Laugh with me more.

Think of me more.

Love me more.

More more more.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Watching Gab Smolders play Killer Frequency….

And damn the Voice Actor for Forrest sounds hot.

I’m very tempted to write something for this man.

Idea being:

The reader being an old flame of Forrest, he doesn’t know they’ve moved Gallows Creek and the reader call’s in due to them being a vet in a tiny animal clinic and Forrest has to save them.

And the man involuntarily tells the reader he still loves him and that he made a mistake.

Maybe reader gets to the radio station.

[abyss-presence]

Could you maybe write Forrest with stubborn teenager reader that’s a found family trope? I thought of it once and it never left my mind lol

Note: gender neutral reader, usage of they/them pronouns, short

Not gonna lie, this is the one I'm least proud of, and I feel like I haven't done this idea and this request a lot of justice, but bear with me.

Kids these days

"For the last time kid, you are not going to fight the Whistling Man, you hear me?" Forrest really wasn't having it with these kids today. First Jimmy (fly high) and his stupid pranks, and now this asshole of a kid. Can this night really get any worse? "Come on Forest, cool off a bit. They're just a child, they have ambitions to be the hero of this town, just like you!" Peggy would say to calm him down, laughing with glee. It was amusing how this grown up man didn't seem to notice just how similar he and this caller are. Forrest only grumbled something inaudible in response, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. "You know what, I'm not responsible if this kid dies, that's on them entirely." "Forrest! You can't just say that!" Of course, Forrest himself knew he didn't actually mean it. There's no way in hell he would let this kid die. In general, as much as he didn't like to admit it, he was fond of kids. Most of them anyway, there are always exceptions to the rules. Either way, after a brief moment of silence on their end, Forrest speaks up again: "Fine then, if you will keep insisting on fighting the Whistling Man, do you at least have the skill to do so? Or a good weapon?" But then, without giving you a chance to answer, he adds: "This is insane, you shouldn't be getting anywhere near that freak! Didn't you hear what he did to Murphy? What he wanted to do to Eugene?!" He just couldn't understand why a damn teen would want to fight a grown man with a mask and a knife. What was going through their head? "I know. This is exactly why I want to do this. I want to avenge all the people that he's hurt. Who does he think he is, to hurt people like it's his God given right to do so?" "Murphy had the same idea. Didn't work out well, did it?" Forrest really wasn't having any of this. It's like this kid doesn't hear what they themselves are saying. His response was followed by a moment of silence, before they spoke up again: "Okay, well, I know how that sounds, but I have a plan. You'll see!" With that, the call ended.

And he did see. He did see what that "plan" was when, apparently, the same kid got pushed into the room with him. And now they're both trapped here. Great. Wonderful. Just purely fantastic. "So let me get this straight. Your entire plan was to stalk the killer and find out what his motives are?" However, just when he was about to call them crazy, they interrupted him: "Save the talk for later old man, you have to hear me out first." What is up with these snarky teenagers and calling him an old man? "Something doesn't add up. Here, look for yourself." They give him a notebook, which had recorded times of each attack, how and where those attacks happened and how the killers move. They point out a specific point in the timeline. "See those here? That's barely a 10 minute difference. And the killer seems to be using different weapons in different scenarios." Forrest carefully read over all the details that the kid noted about the attacks on Eugene and Virginia. Different weapon types, too much distance, too little time. To be fair, he was actually a little impressed with their work, since it did provide helpful details. Forrest couldn't help but give the tiniest of smiles as he looked over at the kid, ruffling his hair. "I hate to say it, but you did a great job. I think Deputy Martinez will appreciate this for sure." Both of them were snapped out of their conversation as the "Peggy button" suddenly lit up, receiving a call from the Whistling Man.

As the two wait for the cops to handle dealing with Henry, an awkward silence falls between them. Until eventually, Forrest sigh and turns to the kid with a simple question: "You going to the festival tomorrow? We could get ice cream or something."

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Ranger (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is trying to enjoy her vacation in the rainy forest in her cozy cabin when an unexpected heat comes on. But things turn dangerous fast and she needs the help of a local forest ranger to get out of it. But she wasn't expecting his help to include claiming her and being her true mate. Because something isn't right and her Alpha is keeping something from her...

Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, life threatening medical situation, angst

A/N: Please enjoy this first part!

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This was not an ideal situation. You’d finally done it and taken that solo vacation in the mountains. A cozy cabin in a retreat from the world. The trees had turned already and were bare but the damp, cloudy rainy day would have been perfect to curl up by the wood fireplace and get through that stack of books you’d been meaning to.

Except your heat, your heat that’d always been on schedule since you’d started having them, was three fucking weeks early. You didn’t have any medicine besides a few pain killers meant for headaches, not dangerous cramps, and the cabin only had basics meant for allergies or a cold. You needed heat suppressants soon if you didn’t want to go into a full heat. 

Which again, wasn’t an ideal situation since you didn’t have a flippin’ mate.

You could have tried to trek back to civilization through the winding dirt road but it’d taken two hours on the way in. Two hours of intense cramps? No way were you making that drive.

“Shit,” you said, walking slowly to the service room on the lower floor of the cabin where a radio at a table sat. Because of course you wanted to vacation somewhere without people, that meant no cell service either.

A rumble of cramps passed through you, warmth flaring your insides. You gritted your teeth and grabbed the radio, turning the frequency to the ranger station listed on the sheet on the table for emergencies.

“Hello, uh, forest service? I need help,” you said, closing your eyes as pain radiated up your spine. You frowned for a moment, the radio crackling. “Hello? I-”

“This is station 327, Ranger Winchester. What’s the emergency?” asked a strong, serious voice. You bit your bottom lip as you imagined he was an Alpha, your core quivering at the idea of getting a knot. “Mam? Please respond.”

“M-My heat’s early. It’s real bad and I have no medication. I-I’m in the Vrbo cabin off route 37, Mount Dusk I think it was called. I-”

“This line is for true emergencies. Your heat being a few days early and you being an unprepared Omega is not-”

“Listen asshole,” you snarled, gasping when your stomach threatened to curl in on itself. “It’s three fucking weeks early which everyone knows isn’t normal. I need a fucking heat kit, a strong one, or a fucking knot now and since I’m out here alone, all I got is your ass. So get me my shit and-FUCK!”

You dropped the radio as you bent over, falling to your knees. Something was wrong. Heat’s didn’t come on this fast, not even when you scented your true mate.

You could hear noise through the radio but your head was thrumming, your body grateful for the cold wood floor below you. It wasn’t possible to die from a heat, was it? If you let the fever go you supposed but it took days and days for that to happen and you’d only felt crappy for an hour. Yeah, you’d be just fine. This guy would bring you medicine and you’d be fine.

Right?

You blinked open your eyes when you heard glass break. Crap, you’d passed out for who knew how long. The overwhelming scent of Alpha hit you and despite the pain, you shot upright, staring at the man in the wet raincoat as he reached his hand through the broken pane and undid the lock. He froze when he saw you, his own scent shifting subtly. A hint of fear under the surface.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, raking his eyes over your sweat drenched body. He took off his backpack, pulling out a white box and a bottle of water, cautiously setting them on the ground and sliding them over to you.

“I look that bad, huh?” you said, ripping open the box and finding the medicine you needed, knocking it back with a swig of water. 

“You’re in heat and I don’t want to be accused of doing shit I didn’t,” he said. You narrowed your eyes, hand fisting in your own shirt over your stomach. That shouldn’t have been happening still. Heat medication worked instantly. “What’s-”

You fell over again, clutching your abdomen, head spinning, body going haywire at his scent.

“Please,” you whispered, finding his hard eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I-I need you to-”

“I can’t.” A wracked sob slipped past your lips as something in your broke, pain flooding every single cell. You just needed a knot and it would be bearable. He muttered to himself and quickly you were in strong arms, your own wrapping around him shakily. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I’ll pay you,” you whispered, hating how that sounded but he simply carried you out in the pouring rain, the cold air helping your skin not feel so hot.

“I’m on Novi-Alpha. If I knotted you,, you’d fucking die so I’m sorry but I can’t help you like that even if I wanted to.”

“I’m gonna die from this fucking fever anyways!” you shouted as he opened the backdoor of a rugged looking jeep. 

“One’s a chance, one’s a guarantee,” he said, setting you down, your arms still clinging to him. He eyed you, forcibly grabbing your wrists and pulling them away. “You will not die, understand me? Now let me get you to a hospital.”

You reached for him but he moved away too quickly, closing the door. He ducked into the cabin to retrieve his bag before he was behind the wheel.

“Honey Dusk Hospital is aware you’re in a dangerous heat,” he said, turning the jeep around and driving down the dirt road, way faster than you had.

“Don’t kill me in a fucking car accident on the way,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

“This vehicle is meant for these roads, unlike your car. We’ll be on route 37 in thirty minutes, at the hospital in forty five.” You threw your head back, his musky scent filling the small space. 

“Distract me,” you breathed out. “Fuck you smell so good. If you weren’t on Novi-Alpha, I’d climb you like a fucking tree.”

“Whoa lady. Calm down-”

“Don’t lady me. We’re like the same fucking age.”

“You say fucking a lot, you realize.”

“You have your insides tearing apart and tell me you wouldn’t be cursing-” You shouted, bracing yourself against the door panel, feeling him step on the gas harder. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

“...I have an idea,” he said quietly. You flashed open your eyes, looking at his incredible scruff covered jawline, his gaze focused on the bumpy, wet road ahead. 

“What? Are you a doctor? Are-”

“No. I only know my basic medical training.” He frowned, rounding a tight corner. “It’s probably not a heat and you’re just sick.”

“I know what a heat feels like thank you very much.” You shivered violently, the ranger sighing. “What’s your name?”

“Dean Winchester. Try to rest. We’ll be there soon.”

The ranger’s suggestion to rest had, shockingly, not worked. By the time you were speeding down this small town’s streets, you were shaking so hard you literally couldn’t stop. Dean had reached back more than once as he drove with a handheld thermometer, muttering a few f-bombs to himself.

At least he wasn’t the one with a hundred and five temperature. A hundred and five and a half to be exact. You were pretty sure your heat was about to boil the fuck out of you and kill you within the next hour.

Dean said something but you didn’t hear him over your screaming. The next thing you knew he was ripping open the door and running inside a hospital with you in his arms, nearly tripping into a stretcher where a team was waiting.

“She’s fucking dying,” he said as he set you down, the team of doctors and nurses rushing you into a side room.

“You said this heat came on suddenly?” he asked Dean, someone sticking a thermometer in your ear.

“106. She’s too hot,” called out the nurse, the doctor near Dean rushing over, the team suddenly pushing you out of the room and down the hall. You were shoved through a pair of double doors into a bathroom, a silver high walled tub in the corner. 

“I got her,” said Dean, lifting you up and plunging you into an icy cold bath. You screamed as it burned your fiery skin, his hands on your shoulders forcing you to stay inside. “Look at me. Look at me.”

You couldn’t get the words out, taking in his green emerald eyes for the first time. His scent was still all around you, pine trees and vanilla beans, a cozy campfire and aged whiskey, fresh tobacco and soft linen. Your brain went fuzzy, blood pumping in your ears, thrumming in time with your heart. Was it getting slower? Your eyes were getting heavier, that was for sure. 

But he smelled so pretty, so…homey. Rugged. Yours.

“We’re losing her!” someone shouted, just as one last image of his concerned face crossed your mind.

You felt strangely…blissed out when you woke. Satisfied, like you were after being on the receiving end of a knot but also relaxed and floaty, like when you finished a heat. It wasn’t exactly a problem your heat had passed but you remembered a whole lot of pain and a high fever which wasn’t normal. 

So what the fuck had happened?

You stretched in bed and sat up, a doctor in a white coat stepping into the room with a smile.

“Y/N! Glad to see you awake. It’s been a few hours. How are you feeling?” he asked, gently taking your wrist and checking your pulse. 

“Uh, pretty good actually. I take it my heat’s gone?” He hummed, raising your arm up, feeling under your armpit.

“Yes. There’s not many cases a year but some Omegas do unfortunately have a negative reaction.” The doctor put two fingers to your bonding gland on your neck, your eyes narrowing. Why would he be feeling that? 

“What are you doing?” you asked as he pulled them back, glancing at a monitor. 

“Just checking your bond is healing.” You stared at him, the doctor glancing down with a sigh. “You don’t remember, do you? What happened before you passed out in the tub?”

“I remember being dumped in ice cold water and a whole lot of people shouting but that’s it.” 

“You didn’t pass out immediately. We determined while you were on the way here that your heat was triggered by the fact you came into contact with your true mate. Ordinarily, you would have picked up on this yourselves but your Alpha is on medication that has strong side effects. Namely, he was only vaguely aware of who you were through scent but there was no desire to mate as would be the norm. For you, unfortunately there is no recognition on a level that you’re aware of. You understandably would not know you went into heat early because of your true mate.”

You reached a hand up to your bonding gland, wide eyed when you felt…something. You flew out of bed, the doctor trying to stop you but you were quickly in the small bathroom, staring in the mirror.

“What the fuck is that!” you shouted. On your neck was a fresh, pink, bite mark. Someone had fucking claimed you. You angrily spun around, the doctor holding up his hands. “What kind of hospital is this! I’m suing the fuck out of you and this whole place!”

You caught a whiff of something…delectable, an Alpha’s scent somewhere close by. It calmed you, ever so briefly, the doctor sighing. 

“The man that brought you in-”

“The ranger guy.”

“Yes he…well he…there’s no easy way to say this. He is your true mate. Ordinarily we would have used medication to mimic your true mate’s scent but seeing as he was there…when he was told he would be able to claim…” he said as you stalked out, eye twitching. “We were losing you and receiving a claim bite from your true mate was the fastest way to bring your fever down. In emergency situations, true mates are allowed to make medical choice for you if you’re unable-”

“He wasn’t my mate then,” you growled.

“Physically, no but on a metaphysical level, yes. Frankly, the health of my patient, you, is all I care about. We’d like to observe you a few more hours before discharging.” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“So my heat is magically gone and some random dude hanging out in the hall is now my Alpha?” 

“That’s the more blunt way of putting it. We’ll send home medication to suppress your urges to mate physically. Your Alpha will be unable to knot you until he has completed his Novi-Alpha prescription.” 

“And when will that be?” you asked, tilting your head. The doctor frowned. “When?”

“...You don’t know what Novi-Alpha is prescribed for, do you. That is a discussion for you and your Alpha.” You wanted to argue but he lifted his chin. “Please let me finish my examination and determine if your heat had any consequences.”

Three hours later they finally let you leave, a white baggie in hand that held a bottle of pills you were to take once a week for the foreseeable future. There were well over a hundred inside which made you more than queasy.

What the fuck was Novi-Alpha and why did a guy that looked more than healthy need to be on it?

You frowned when you stepped outside under the covered front entrance, the ranger standing from where he sat on a bench. 

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?” 

“I didn’t give you permission to claim me.” His scent shifted, an edge to it you didn’t like. He narrowed his eyes, a frown growing on his otherwise handsome face. “Oh, don’t you start on that we’re true mates shit. You didn’t ask for my consent.”

“Excuse me but you were the one begging for it,” he quipped back. He took a few steps away like he was heading for the sidewalk, suddenly turning on a dime and getting in your face. He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw. “You don’t feel…this and I get that it’s my fault. I barely feel it myself. And I frankly don’t care about your consent. My mate was five minutes away from death.”

“Oh, I did not sign up for some toxic asshole,” you said, shaking your head. You took a step, Dean grabbing your wrist. He looked ready to snarl, lip curling up. 

“True mates are never, ever bad mates. Stop hating me for saving you.”

“I don’t even fucking know you. This whole situation is your damn fault in the first place.” He twitched his eye, yanking on your arm so you stepped forward. “Get off, ass-”

“I am your Alpha and I’m taking you home,” he said, tugging you along after him, your feet cold on the wet ground, socks already soaked through. 

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you growled. Dean whipped around and in a second, you were tossed over his shoulder. “Dean! Put me down!”

“You’ll wear yourself out if you don’t calm down.” You growled, punching his back twice. You raised your fist again but felt dizzy, your hands instead gripping him tightly. “Did you listen to the doctors at all? You need to take it easy.”

“Just take me to my cabin,” you grumbled. He didn’t speak again, only grunted once when he opened the passenger door of his truck to slide you inside. You were too tired to deal with this crap. You’d go back to the cabin, sleep for a solid twelve hours and figure out this mate crap tomorrow. 

The roads were unfamiliar as Dean drove in silence, winding and twisting as he drove away from town and off a small road. It was a gravel road unlike the one to your cabin but you perked up when you saw a cabin in a small clearing after only a few minutes. 

“Uh, that’s not my cabin,” you said. Dean put the truck in park, turning it off. “I was out on Mount-”

“This is my house…our house,” he mumbled the last part. You shook your head at him, Dean rolling his eyes. “You need rest, not to sit in a car for hours. I’ll get your shit from that rental and bring it here. We’ll figure out the rest of your crap from wherever you’re from later.”

“Excuse me? We’re mates, as much as that appalls me. We make decisions like where to live together. I have a job, a life-”

“We live here. End of discussion,” he growled. His scent was raw, twitchy. There was no room for arguing. You were ready to fight back but you forced yourself to calm down. He was your true mate and as much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. True mates were never bad to one another. He wouldn’t harm you but good god was this guy protective. 

You frowned when he held up a finger to you and got out. He threw up his hood, rain coming down harder. In a flash he was at your door, picking you up bridal style and rushing you over to a covered porch. He set you down to unlock the door, flipping a light switch before he stepped back. You walked past him, surprised to find the cabin quite spacious and modern.

He disappeared behind you, returning with your white paper bag, now wet. His boots were removed and you peeled off your soaked through socks, following him slowly as he went to the open kitchen area on the right. The bag was set down, Dean moving to his fridge and taking a few things out.

It was open concept, kitchen on the right, living room on the left, a dining table in the front by the windows. There was a hallway in the back and one off the kitchen, probably leading to bedrooms and a garage. A large fireplace was nestled in the corner of the living room and you saw Dean cross into your vision, going to it to toss in a few logs. 

Honestly, it was nicer than your rental had been.

Once he had a fire going, he turned back to where you stood on the front rug, water dripping off of you. His lips pressed into a thin line, looking you up and down not like an Alpha would his Omega. No, he was being very clear. 

You were the stray that’d followed him home he hadn’t wanted. 

“I don’t have to be here,” you said when he approached, staring up at his dark eyes. “This isn’t normal. We’re supposed to be all over each other and clearly we’re not. We-”

“There’s a stew going on the stove. It’ll be ready in an hour. Just leave it alone.” He put a hand on the small of your back, walking you down to the back hall, motioning you to the last door on the left. He flipped on a light, cascading you into a cozy bedroom with soft white bedding and a dark green flannel blanket on top. 

He cleared his throat and went to a closet, pulling out a few pieces including a t shirt, hoodie, sweatpants and pair of boxer briefs. 

“You should warm up in the shower. Bathroom is right there. The laundry room is on the other side of the house, near the kitchen and garage. It’s coming down harder so it’ll take me a few hours to get to the rental and back here. You should-”

“Take it easy. Yeah, I got that.” He nodded, pausing at the bedroom door with his back to you. 

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve it.” You quirked your eyebrow up.

“You’re my Alpha. We’re soulmates. I guess this is supposed to happen.” He was still, the air thick. “I…listen I know I was…I wish I’d been aware of what I’d been saying but…”

He smelled tense, his hand in a tight fist by his side. What the fuck was up with this guy?

“Whether we like it or not, we’re mates,” you said gently. “When you get off that medicine, it’ll feel different-”

“I can never get off it and I can never knot you. You’ll never feel a damn thing for me.” Then he was gone, tearing down the hall and out the front door before you could even move. 

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine that he was right. 

Your feet moved on autopilot to the bathroom, stripping out of the wet clothes and standing in front of the nicely tiled shower. In seconds you were under hot water, cascading down your back, through your hair. Fingers reached up to your neck, rubbing over your bond.

There were no sparks or flurry in your veins. You were supposed to be able to feel Dean, feel your connection, feel his soul.

But there was nothing. All you felt was empty.

You couldn’t feel the other part of your soul and he blamed himself.

“Fuck that,” you said, quickly finishing and getting dressed in the clothes aside from the sweatpants that were too long.

You found his computer in one of the spare bedrooms, stealing it along with a notepad and pen. Out in the kitchen, you settled into a seat at the island and drew a line down the middle of the pad. One side for information about Dean, the other Novi-Alpha.

With a quick stretch, you cracked open the laptop and got to work.

Three Hours Later

It was dark by the time headlights flashed through the front windows. The computer said it was just after six thirty and you knew you were about thirty seconds away from an argument. Ah, what a wonderful way to spend your first night with your Alpha.

Out of view you heard the door leading from the garage to the house crack open, wet boots against the tile in the mudroom. 

“I’m back!” he called from around the corner. “We’ll unpack your stuff tomorrow. How was…”

Your eyes darted over to the hallway he exited from, his socked feet padding his footfalls on the woode floors that covered the rest of the house. He stared at where you had his laptop, a charger plugged into the side of the island, a stack of papers next to you, your notepad, pen, three different highlighters and a cup of coffee.

“Are…are you working?” He asked, face souring. “You should be resting. I thought you were here on vacation anyways.”

“I am and this isn’t work related.” He narrowed his eyes, not saying anything as he went to the sink on the other side of the island to wash up. 

“Did you eat yet?” You shook your head, typing some more. A heavy sigh left him. He went to a cabinet, pulling out two large bowls. “You really should have eaten something. You nearly died this morning. Your school project can wait.”

“I’m not in college,” you said, jotting down a few more notes before you saved what you’d been working on and signed out of your account. You closed the screen, watching water trail down from his wet hair and soaking his shirt collar. “Why are you wet?”

“Because there’s a thunderstorm outside. It rains here most days,” he said dryly, giving you a side glare as he walked the two bowls of stew over to the kitchen table. You cocked your head at him as you got up, Dean quickly retrieving utensils. “What?”

“You parked in the garage just now and my cabin was far enough away that you’d be dry. Where’d you stop on the way back?” He slammed the drawer shut, eye twitching. “Strike a nerve?”

“I asked you to do one thing. One thing. Rest. And y-you’re writing a research paper or some crap? Sit down and eat your damn dinner.” You would have told him off but truth be told, you were starving a bit. You took your bowl and moved it to the seat across from his, Dean angrily setting down a spoon. A few moments later, a large glass of water was in front of you and he had a bottle of beer on his placemat. Dean sat with a loud thud, shoveling a large spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Why are you wet?” you asked again, crossing your arms. 

“Why does it matter? Fucking eat.” You leaned back, Dean dropping his spoon in the bowl. “Really? This is how it’s gonna be? I’ve been nothing but nice-”

“If this is you nice then I’d hate to see you mean.” You raised your chin, picking up the spoon. “I’ve always heard alpha’s protective instincts are unmatched. You can barely feel whatever this bond is and you’re so worked up-”

“I almost watched you die today.” You closed your eyes and sighed. A small noise made you open your eyes, Dean sliding a small white box over to you. You frowned, lips parting when you saw the newest iPhone inside. “I got you a phone on the account your other one was in your pocket when you took your artic dip. I rushed to the store before they closed. That is why I’m wet. I’d never want you to feel like you’re trapped here, especially when you can’t feel our ‘whatever bond.’”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the rain on the roof, the clanking of spoons and the quiet thrum of a soft rock station in the living room.

He seemed…stressed. Maybe you should wait for the morning to bring up what you’d found.

But you didn’t get the chance when he picked up and glanced at your notepad. Green eyes scanned over the pages before he gathered up everything you’d been working on.

And tossed it straight into the fireplace.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing over as he stopped you in your tracks. He leered down, eyes dark. “That was-”

“You will delete everything you saved on that computer. Now.”

“You can’t-” He gripped your arm tight, so hard he was shaking it.

“Do it or I will make your life hell.” He released you, spinning you around towards the computer. You didn’t believe he’d hurt you. True mates were incapable of it. But you didn’t want to tempt him anymore than you already had.

Ten minutes later, your backup was gone and after a through examination by Dean, he took the computer and tossed it into the fireplace as well.

“I know you have questions,” he said quietly, back to you as the flames danced around the melting device. “I never should have gone hiking this morning. You caught my scent in the wind and-”

“Why would you go hiking in the pouring rain? It was raining this morning too. I had my coffee under the covered porch but it was coming down like bullets. No one would be out there willingly.” He turned and faced you, eyes roaming over your body, stuck on how his boxer briefs molded to your legs.

“In another life, we could have been happy. I would have given you everything you asked for. But not this one. I will keep you safe but that is all we are. We don’t get our happy ever after until we’re both dead.”

You swallowed, stepping into the living room, stopping a few feet away. “You hurt my arm just now.”

“I know,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again as long as you don’t do stupid things.”

You were getting angry again, Dean holding up his hands. “Stupid shit like try to know my new Alpha who just left me all alone? Sorry for trying to look up your damn social media. Asshole.”

Dean dropped his hands and went back to the fireplace, poking the computer with a poker, shaking his head.

“The more in the dark you are-”

“I’m a corporate forensic analyst, Dean,” you said, Dean’s shoulders stiffening. “Those notes on the computer? In that pad? Those articles? You can burn them all but it’s in my head. I don’t need the internet anymore to figure out what’s going on.”

“And what does your analysis tell you?” he grit out.

“Novi-Alpha is a cancer medication specifically for Alphas. But you don’t have it and never have. So why would an otherwise healthy Alpha take it? Well, it apparently has other uses that the public doesn’t know about…if you’re willing to live with the side effects. Side effects like knotting becoming a deadly activity to the person on the receiving end. The inability to feel your mate. Scent changes. And my personal favorite, if taken without the binding agent that’s given for cancer treatment, it changes your DNA coding without changing your DNA. Apparently law enforcement doesn’t want that news to get out there because it’s a bitch to catch people if they find out they can change their DNA on tests.”

You grabbed his arm and made him face you, a loud crack of thunder echoing in the room. Dean breathed calmly, eyes finding yours.

“Why are you taking medicine to change your DNA?”

“Because I did something bad, Y/N.” He got closer, pressing his chest to yours, forcing you to tilt your head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Fingers brushed over your cheek, thumb swiping over the curve of it slowly. “Because your true mate is a monster. And once you know the truth, you’ll want to run away…and I don’t think I’m strong enough to let you go.”

The air was thick with his scent, dark yet pleasant. Painful even. You leaned into his touch, Dean’s green eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Novi-Alpha prevents Omegas from feeling their true mate. But I know you feel me.” You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “You have to tell me the truth eventually.”

“No I don’t,” he whispered. 

“You’ll tell me,” you said, opening your eyes, Dean’s hand sliding down to your mark. “Because I’m in danger if you don’t.”

He shook his head, pulling away from you. “Don’t pull that crap, Y/N. You’re safer not knowing.”

“Right. That’s why you burned everything just now.” He looked up, like someone else would magically tell him what to do. “You need to protect me. It’s your job. So you have to tell me the truth, Alpha. You have to.”

He laughed quietly, running a hand through his damp hair. “Using my title to get what you want. Manipulative. Maybe you were meant for me.”

“Dean-”

“The Ranger.” You raised your eyebrows at him, Dean wandering to the dark window.

“Uh, what? This is because you’re a forest ranger?” He laughed again, crossing his arms.

“No. I do that because…it’s a pretty isolated job. Small town work.” He looked to his right, a sad smile on his face. “The Ranger. That was my name when I had a different job.”

“That’s not a name…” you said, Dean shrugging. “What’d you do when you were The Ranger?”

He smirked, meeting your curious gaze. “Have you ever killed anyone?” 

He slowly stalked back to you, tilting his head. He leaned in close, glancing at your lips. “N-No, can’t say I have.”

“Ever kill an animal?”

“I hit a squirrel with my car once. I cried all night for that.” Dean rested his forehead against yours, his scent rolling off of him in powerful waves. “D-Do you hunt animals?”

“No.” He brushed his lips to the shell of your ear, his pulse strangely calm. “Now people, that’s a different story.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!