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[cindybermanfics1978]

Chapter Two

warnings: swearing

July 12, 1978.

As Bunny opens her eyes, she sees her best friend Ziggy as she jumps away while sighing in relief and annoyance.

"What the hell?"

"Thank god you're up, dipshit. The bus will be here soon."

"Thanks for telling me,"

Bunny rolls her eyes before sitting up, getting out of bed and grabbing her bag of badly packed clothes. A few months prior, she gave birth to Nick Goode’s baby.

This time, she decided to run away to Cindy and Ziggy's place due to her parents and their constant arguing about her parenting. That's why she isn't with her daughter, she's up with her aunt in Northern Ohio. Eventually, she found a place for her baby. Bunny and the Berman sisters spent the night together previously so that’s why she was at her house and not with Tommy. But things changed the last few years when she developed feelings for Tommy's girlfriend — Cindy Berman.

"Come on, come on, Bunny." Ziggy calls. 

"I'm coming, Jesus,"

As the Berman sisters and Bunny entered the bus station, they waited with other campers and counselors. She watched as Tommy and Cindy greeted each other with a kiss as she rolled her eyes, turning away. A Sunnyvaler prick who goes by the name Kurt approached, blowing his whistle. Nick stood beside him as the two made eye contact. He gave her an apologetic smile as Bunny looked away. 

No one knew that Nick was the father of her baby, not even her best friend Ziggy and Bunny planned on keeping it that way as she didn’t want to tell anyone, but she knew someone would eventually ask, even her own child might one day. But today, she wanted to have a somewhat chill approach at Camp Nightwing.  

“Alright, you dicks! Get on the bus.” 

“You wanna sit together?” 

“Yes,” 

Stepping on the bus, Bunny and Ziggy grabbed a seat. Bunny sets her bag down on the floor beneath her and leans back before grabbing her book from the bag as Ziggy smiled. The book Bunny's reading which was 'Carrie.' 

Seeing the film first, Ziggy lent the book to her sometime after the recent school year ended and since then, she hasn’t put it down. Stopping, she looks over at Ziggy.

"You know, I was enjoying my beauty sleep."

"Well, you can sleep more when we arrive at camp."

"I can't, Zig. I'm a counselor so I need to do my job as one and not be lazy."

"Ugh, you sound like my sister."

"Well, at least one of us wants to do something good. And, I am also going because I need to get away from my arguing parents."

"I guess,"

The rest of the drive was quiet as Bunny looked over and saw Cindy reading a magazine. It made her heart jump just staring at her but she quickly looked away when Cindy noticed her. 

Bunny looks out the window beside her as she begins to see a forest as she knew she was getting closer to Camp Nightwing.

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[cindybermanfics1978]

Possessed

Pairing: Cindy Berman x Possessed!Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, gore and violence, deceased children, murdering children, graphic descriptions of bodily harm, the feeling of regret, crying, sadness, no memory of killing someone, self inflicted wounds, main character death, suicide

Word Count: 2,744

Summary: you become possessed and begin a killing spree but soon come back to reality and remember nothing.

This fic is not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is heavily advised.

You are currently standing above a shadysider, drawing your mini ax into the sky before suddenly dropping the sharp end  onto a young girl who was only fifthteen, the same age as your younger sister. You didn’t care at all, that was until you looked up and saw Cindy standing there in fear as she had tears pouring from her eyes. You suddenly feel normal again when you lower your ax to the ground, continuing to stare at her. She comes and stabs you before dragging you to the ground. 

Everything began two hours earlier..

You’ve felt weird all day and you started to wonder if you maybe developed a concussion when you hit your head from falling. But that didn’t stop you from going on about your day as you walked into the outhouse. Doing your deeds, you finish rather quickly before walking out when you and Cindy cross paths. The thoughts of you dating her clouded your mind as she managed to pull you out of your crazy thoughts.

“Hey, are you okay? I saw you fall.” 

“Yeah, I am fine. I just hurt a little bit.” 

“Do you need to lie down?”

“No, I’m good. I just need an ice pack, that's all.” 

“Okay, do you want some help?” 

“Cindy, I’m fine. I can do it myself.” 

“Oh.. okay.” 

You knew you hurt Cindy but you wanted to sound stern and not like you needed her aid every time you got injured. You kinda felt like Ziggy. The thought hits you abruptly while walking out of the stall before heading towards a shed to process everything, seeing that night has officially set over Camp Nightwing. You’re alone while running your finger across the blade of a small ax that managed to steal your attention. For some reason you don’t think right as you grab it, holding it as you smirk.

You felt no remorse for wanting to take the life of a camper or counselor. And so, you did. You walked out of the utility shed right when you came across a young boy named Jeremy. He was cleaning his glasses when he put them on, looking straight at you. You strike him in his head watching as his lifeless body hits the ground when you continue to batter him, the life has already slipped away from Jeremy as you step away from the deceased body before moving on. 

Jeremy’s blood was splattered on your face, your clothes are now colored red when it once was a white tank top with blue jean shorts. Your white slip on shoes were covered in blood as if you were the one who got murdered. You swiftly move through the forest before heading towards another cabin, seeing many as the commotion gets louder. Slipping in, you hold your ax firmly before seeing Joan in bed with Kurt as you hide away in the other room waiting to scare her. 

Once Joan gets out of bed, dressed, she startles when she notices the front of the cabin open before you come out as it scared her to the max.  

“Oh, Y/N.” 

You don’t react as you dig your ax into her skull, killing her instantly. You continue to strike her multiple times before drawing your ax and walking out of the cabin before moving on to another camper or counselor as no emotion goes through your body.

Cindy’s point of view 

As you walk around the camp, looking for Y/N  you begin to feel some type of discomfort while moving around. You push that feeling down and continue on when you see a blood puddle until a body catches you off guard and a little sick. A scream escapes your lips as everyone including your younger sister, Ziggy watches from afar. You begin to feel scared as you grab Ziggy’s hand and run away and hide in your shared cabin— the cabin you once shared with Y/N. 

“What the hell, Cindy?!” 

“Ziggy, listen.” 

“No, I don’t need to listen. I already know what you’re gonna say. I know there is a  killer on the loose.”

“It’s not that.” 

“Then what is it then?” 

“I can’t find Y/N, and it makes me wonder if she is causing this.” 

Your younger sister crosses her arms, brows furrowed as her expression is stern. 

You sigh.

“We need to find her.” 

“Cindy, are you crazy?! We could get murdered.” 

“But what if she’s in trouble,” 

Ziggy looks down, biting her lip. She then looks back at you and agrees to come with you to search for Y/N, so you all can be safe together. Ziggy splits from your grasp as she goes another direction, running into a scared Alice while you go and search for your love– the love of your life. That was until you see a female figure so you go towards it, trying to make out who it is. Of course you didn’t think to grab a flashlight but you continue on anyway.

(Your point of view)

You are currently standing above a shadysider, drawing your mini ax into the sky before suddenly dropping the sharp end  onto a young girl who was only fifthteen, the same age as your younger sister. You didn’t care at all, that was until you looked up and saw Cindy standing there in fear as she had tears pouring from her eyes. You suddenly feel normal again when you lower your ax to the ground, continuing to stare at her. She comes and stabs you before dragging you to the ground. You drop your ax before looking up at the night sky.

You've killed a total of eleven people in the span of a few hours, but you felt like your normal self again…somewhat again as Cindy’s expression softens and so does yours. She stabs you again before you black out completely, not remembering anything that happened. From you becoming something you're not to killing Jeremy and many other's.

Everything slips away before you could respond. 

While you lay on the grass, you soon regain consciousness as you feel pressure on your shoulder and stomach area. The pain makes you grunt as you look at Cindy with blurred vision. Am I… dying? 

You thought to yourself, but soon come back when she helps you sit up. You lean yourself against a large oak tree, looking down at your wounds. 

“What the hell!” 

“I stabbed you …twice. You were killing someone– and I didn’t know how to respond.” 

“I– Cindy, I don’t recall killing anyone.” 

“You did. You killed, like, 9 or more that I know of.. What exactly happened?” 

You stay there silent for a moment, trying to find the right words to say but can’t seem to find them as you can’t retain the information with you becoming possessed. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell Cindy what got into you, you just didn’t know how to respond. The thought of telling you were possessed made you feel bad, because you knew Cindy would give you an annoyed look, the same expression she gives her sister …and Tommy. That was until they broke up. But you decided to focus on each other for the moment being. 

“I don’t know how to explain it. It’s– It’s like I got possessed or something. I couldn’t control myself from doing that, but sitting here now makes me feel small. I couldn’t imagine myself killing anyone in this camp. I love the campers, even the ones from Sunnyvale.” 

“Well, in conclusion you did. And, the witch curse isn’t real– neither is the devil.” 

“You don’t know that, Cindy.” 

Cindy manages to stop your bleeding as she helps you, you both walk to camp before you abruptly stop in your tracks, the pain getting more aggressive as you take a seat on the grass. Laying down before looking up at Cindy. 

“I think I’m dying,” 

“No, you are not. You hear me.” She says in between sobs. “You can’t die on me. You’ve made me feel like myself, and you love me for me. Y/N, you can’t choose to die. Please…” 

“C–Cindy, I’m sorry.” 

“Y/N, no..” 

You grit your teeth together before grabbing her face and bring her lips to yours, kissing her before staying there for a while until you both pull away from each other. She tries to process the thought as you do the same, but it was too late to say anything. An ambulance is seen at the entrance of camp as Cindy tries to get you to stand up but your body refuses. You do so anyway, more blood coming out this time as you both make it to the ambulance. The paramedics get out and assist you while you go in and out of consciousness, trying to stay strong but your body is weak beneath you. 

Hours later, you wake up to the sound of a heart monitor as you look around and see the light sky outside. Cindy is right next to you along with her sister, they are both asleep as you decide to let them snooze but the pain in your body causes a grunt to come from your lips, Cindy wakes to your sounds. She looks at you before standing and calling a nurse to come and check on you, before coming back and holding your hand. She strokes your face, seeing the bandage on your forehead. You muster up the courage to give her a weak smile as she smiles back at you, feeling better knowing that you are okay.

“Alright, everything looks good. But, you need some fluids in you or your body won’t work. You also need to rest.” 

“Got it,” Your croaky voice speaks out. 

What happened in the process of all this? Who possessed me?

Was I actually possessed or did I muster up the thought to blindly rage through camp and kill many people?

I don’t know. 

You come back to reality as you watch the nurse leave your hospital room, closing the door behind her loudly as Ziggy startles awake. She looks around her when you and Cindy catch her eyes before relaxing as she stands up, walking over to you and crosses her arms. She glances at your frail body before unfolding her arms as she lightly rests her hand on your leg, sitting on the hospital bed as well. 

A police officer steps into the room, holding a notepad as a pair of handcuffs hang on his belt. You didn't know why a cop was coming towards you, and it scared you.

"I'm officer Kapinski,"

"I'm Y/N L/N"

He writes it down.

Were you a suspect?

"I'm gonna get right to the point here. We have eleven bodies at Camp Nightwing, and a witness told me that she saw you murdering someone. Can you explain that?"

"What? I would never hurt a fly. Everyone knows this, even Cindy and Ziggy Berman. The last thing I remember was leaning against a large oak tree, bleeding out from being stabbed. I looked over and saw a dead body of a camper."

"No, I've been told that you were the last person to kill a young camper."

"I'm not lying. I don't remember what happened. I swear. I- I would never do that."

"Officer, she had a certain look in her eye, but it seem to have dissapeared when regained consciousness. Something seemed off, but now she's fine. And before you say anything, I am not defending her.."

"Ms. Y/L/N came in with blood splattered and doctor's couldn't determine if it was yours, or someone else's. And witnesses have stated that you were the last one to be seen around the deceased bodies."

"She did murder people, but now she's back to normal."

"Normal people don't chop up their friends,"

"I'm very aware, officer."

Sometime later the officer stepped out of the room as you watch him speak to a fellow partner. You didn't know if you killed anyone or not. Yeah, you had other's people's blood on you, but you would never hurt those dead campers and counselors. You would die for those kids in order to protect them, even if that meant you leaving Cindy behind.

He came back in, sighing and looking over at you with a serious expression.

"Look," He begins. "The city of Shadyside will not press charges. But you will have to go to court, and may have to serve sometime in community service or be declared insane, meaning you'll have to stay at a mental hospital till they believe you're ready to be released."

You sigh, glancing at both Cindy and Ziggy. "If it comes down to that, officer, then I will."

"Y/n, no. What are you thinking?" Ziggy questioned as her brows knitted together.

Cindy stayed silent, knowing that she was upset too, but didn't want to say anything.

"When do I go to court?"

"Well, we will have to arrest you and get an arrangement, then pre-trial hearing, followed by pre-trial motions. Then readiness hearings, trial. And finally, you'll be sentence to jail depending on what degree of murder you're charged with."

"Well, officer, you can arrest me now. Keep me in the hospital room till I am ready to leave, and then you can take me to jail."

"Okay."

The officer pulls out his handcuffs and places them on her pale wrist, and cuffing the other one to the handle beside you.

"Now, ma'am, you'll have an officer present outside the door, so if you leave you will be caught. We will have doctors and nurses monitor you, and when you're well enough, they will let us know."

You sat there, cuffed to the bed before your eyes move towards Cindy's pale and dirtied face. She had tears forming in her eyes, her hands began to shake. All you wanted to do was bring her into your embrace, but you knew that if you were responsible then you will need to stay away from the person you care most about.

Once when the officer leaves, you bring Ziggy into your embrace, saying your last goodbye to her as you cry into her pale and freckled shoulder. She sobs too, knowing that it'll be the last time you both see each other. Not wanting to let you go, she does anyway before stepping back as you motion Cindy over. At first, she's hesitant, but her sister gently pushes her toward your hospital bed. She gently grabbed your hand, staring into your eyes.

"Cindy, I'm so sorry, but it's best. Maybe I am a danger? Maybe I am insane? If I am, then going away will be best for the both of us, so I don't hurt you or Ziggy. Please, be happy when I'm gone-"

"Y/n, no. What are you saying?"

"I'm leaving, so please be happy. I love you so much, and hope you will keep me in your heart forever."

You bring her face down, planting your lips on her. The two of you stay there for a few seconds, pushing her back and telling her to leave. If Cindy stayed, you would have trouble moving on with your life. And that's what she did, she took Ziggy and left the room, shutting the door behind her.

You find a tray nearby, eyeing a scalpel sitting on top. The tray wasn't far from your feet as you move your leg, hooking your foot and rolling it towards you. You lean over and grab the tool, and bring it to your throat. Tears pour from your eyes while you think about Cindy, digging the scalpel into your neck, drawing blood before continuing. You slit your throat and drop the blade, gurggling on the blood forming in your mouth and choke at the same time.

A massive wave of blood flows below you, soaking your gown and bed beneath your dying body. Soon enough, your head bobbles to the side as death takes over you.

A few minutes later, Cindy comes back to give you a piece of her mind before seeing your bloodied corpse, dropping to her knees and letting out a distressing cry her baby sister never heard before.

"How could you do this to me, Y/N..." She sobbed, not being able to anything else but get comforted by Ziggy.

At least now you won't be accused and punished. You are free, and ready to forever sleep with the ones who you were supposed to protect.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

her, can i request a tommy enemies to lovers type thing where the reader is a sunnyvaler and her and tommy hate each other but have a lot sexual tension and one day they both snap and “do it”.

ps your writing is literally perfect omfg

Tommy actually disliking someone,,,,,this is a wild concept but I'm here for it

The Old Rivalry (Tommy Slater x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, enemies to lovers speedrun, hate sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, hate sex turns into gentle aftercare, not my best smut rip, implied jealousy, verbal fight turns into hate sex, 

Word Count: 1.5k

"Fucking Shadyside brat." You muttered to yourself as you scrubbed the doors of the outhouse. Graffiti littered them, all done by a particular redheaded camper.

You swore, the day Ziggy Berman got her fifth strike you were going to scream. You would even pack her bags for her if it meant getting her out sooner. And, most of the counselors would agree. Except the one you were working with. Tommy gave a sigh and said,

"Don't talk about her like that." He said, and you scoffed and turned your head to look at him. Oh, was he going to defend all the Shadysiders? Even delinquents like Ziggy? Or was is because-

"Why? Cause she's your girlfriend's sister?" You jabbed, flipping your hair over your shoulder. You smirked when you heard him throw his scrubber into the bucket, the loud splash was all you needed to know that you were getting to him. Tommy would never say anything mean back. He was too nice for that. You could practically hear him sputter for a second, before he said,

"Cindy's not my girlfriend." He replied, and you smirked to yourself again. Of course she wasn't. It was a little surprising, but, then again, not quite. Tommy was too goody-goody for a girlfriend, even if he was in the middle of college. You swore he was probably the type that "didn't want girls to get in the way of his studies" or some shit like that. And, really, you didn't know why you cared so much. You scrubbed harder, trying to get the gunk off.

It wasn't like you cared about Tommy or what he did with his life. Cared if Cindy was his girlfriend. So, why did it make you slightly happy to hear that? It wasn't like the insufferable goody-two-shoes Thomas Slater was cute or anything. It wasn't like he was tall, and had a nice smile. Or a nice butt, you thought. He was annoying, too nice for his own good, and a Shadysider. That alone should've been enough to completely blow him off your radar. So, why did you continue to dig?

"Oh, does she not like virgins?" And you heard the splash again. This time you turned, watching him as he did the same. He had a frown on his face, and he actually looked- oh, he looked angry. You could see it in his eyes, just a flicker of a flame. It was interesting to see, and you apparently didn't know when to stop pushing. "What? Everyone else can talk about it, but I can't?" And you were shocked when he asked,

"Why are you such a bitch?" And you scoffed out a laugh. Did he just- Oh, he did. You stared at him for a moment before you threw your scrubber down as well. He seemed to realize what he said after he said it, and you watched as his face changed. You could already see the apology forming on his lips, a stutter of, "I'm- I-" But you stopped him. You snapped,

"No, Tommy. Say what you wanna fucking say. There's no one else here." You said, gesturing around. It was true. The outhouse only had the pair of you, and the campers were all out doing activities. You'd even closed the doors so they wouldn't wander in. "Or, are you too much of a pussy? Huh?" You said, prodding him in the chest. You didn't know why you pushed him so hard- Or, well, you did, but you didn't want to admit it.

You didn't want to admit that you thought he was hot. That sweet, virgin boy Tommy was the one that got your panties in a twist. That you were only mean to him because- Well, what else could you be to him? You watched as his face set, as his glare returned. He let out a huff, before he said,

"You're so mean- You're mean to everyone. Are you really so unhappy with your perfect, little Sunnyvale life that you have to take it out on everyone else?" He snapped, and you were surprised that his words cut. But, you were quick to snap back,

"Are you really so boring that you can't get Cindy to date you, or is it more of a medical thing?" And you watched how his mouth fell for a moment. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what you were implying.

"Fuck you." He spat, and you nearly wanted to laugh. Such a hard curse coming from his mouth was almost comical. But he was staring at you with such an intense look in his eyes that you couldn't deny the heat you felt in your belly. God, you hated that you were attracted to him. It made you spit back,

"Fuck you." And then you were both moving. You don't know who grabbed the other first, but you were being slammed against one of the doors. You grabbed his hair, kissing him feverishly as his hands were quick to grab your sides, and then roam. You tugged at his shirt, and he was quick to rip it off. He cupped your face as he dove back in, stealing your lips and stealing your breath as you fumbled with the buttons on your shorts. He was quick to reach for his own belt, to push down his own jeans as you kicked your shorts off. You didn't even have time to take your panties off before he was picking you up, hiking your legs around his waist. You let out a gasp, one that he took advantage of as he flicked his tongue into your mouth.

You could feel the press of his dick against you, hard and big from the outline in his underwear. Alright, definitely not a medical issue. He surrounded you, moved you like you didn't weigh a thing to him. His grip was firm as he gripped your thighs, tugged your hair. But, it only made you moan and arch into him as you dug your nails into his shoulders. As he reached inside your panties to curl his fingers inside you. When you heard him chuckle, you could imagine what he was thinking. You were drenched. You could feel how much you wanted him, and now he did too. Before he could tease you for it, you tugged his hair harshly and bit,

"Fuck me. Now." And willed it not to sound desperate. Tommy didn't need to be told twice.

You heard the rustle of fabric, and then you felt him push your panties to the side. A moment later, you felt something warm and thick sliding through your folds, making you gasp as he pressed it against your entrance. You gasped again when he started pushing inside, and Tommy watched every expression cross your face as he went deeper and deeper and-

"Fuck." You gasped as you held on, burying your face into his neck as he began to move. His thrusts were quick, as the two of you didn't have much time. You tried to hold on to something behind you, your hand landing on the top of the door as Tommy began pummelling your insides. You could feel your eyes rolling back in your head, Tommy clamping his mouth over yours to muffle your sounds. To muffle his own little moans. You could feel every thick inch dragging against your walls, hitting a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

That had your legs tightening around him in no time. You could feel the pressure building with each thrust, inching you closer like he did with you up the wall. Your leg hung out, your body shaking with each thrust. You hit your head back against the door, your eyes closing as the waves of pleasure washed over you. As they grew. Finally, you whimpered,

"I'm gonna cum," And all it took was a few more hard thrusts for you to clamp around him. Your body spasmed and clenched as your release ran through you, as the pleasure overwhelmed your senses. You whined when you suddenly felt empty. Tommy let out a few sputtering gasps as he pulled out of you, and you could feel his release splatter against your thigh.

His grip on you loosened and he slowly set you down, like he'd lost his grip at first before he stopped himself from dropping you. His forehead pressing against yours for a moment with his eyes still closed. He leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. It was slow and sweet, a completely contrast to the entirety of what you'd just done. It was a moment of intimacy, just a flicker of it. Before he was pulling back and tucking himself away. You watched as he pulled his shirt on as you tried to catch your breathing, using the wall as support for your wobbly legs. You watched as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and kneeled to help clean you up. You let him, thoughtlessly reaching out to card your fingers through his hair. You watched as he pressed a kiss to your thigh, and the intimacy returned. You thought it'd been shattered but- Well, you should've known Tommy wasn't like that. For a moment, neither of you said a word, and then Tommy said,

"I'm not a virgin." And you didn't think you had the mental capacity at the moment to be shocked.

[porkbumh]

the thought of the shadyside killers being able to see what harm theyre causing has been super heavy on my noggin recently aka i have no other excuse for writing this for — fear street 1978, gender neutral reader x tommy slater

There was always this unspoken secret about Camp Nightwing, and the feeling that something was missing to the story. It was a known tale around Shadyside — the massacre that happened in 1978. People still talked about it and the other horror stories that surrounded their town.

But, still. Pieces weren’t exactly coming together, and no one could figure out why. But, she knew. C. Berman knew the truth.

So, when two kids and their possessed friend-slash-girlfriend stumbled into her house, frantically going on about the things they’d seen, she decided to tell them the truth.

“I’m not the only survivor,” she said. Her hands were already trembling, voice shaking with the memories that always flashed in her mind when she closed her eyes. Deena and Josh looked at each other then back to her. “I’m not the only one who escaped death that night.”

And then she began to tell them about you. Y/N Y/L/N — a Camp Nightwing survivor that was hidden away from the world.

—

“She just attacked you out of nowhere?” You were holding an ice pack to Thomas Slater’s head as he and Cindy Berman spoke to police. You paused your movements at his wince. “Sorry, I know it’s still tender.”

“S’okay, Y/N,” he opened his eyes slightly to smile at you. Tommy let out a sigh of relief — you looked down to see that Cindy had grabbed his hand. You bit your lip but moved your gaze when he spoke again. “I don’t know what happened. She just came out of nowhere, and…”

Tommy took in a shuddering breath, eyes fully open as he stared at the ground. Cindy took over for him then, telling the officer everything she witnessed. Confusion was prominent in her eyes as she recalled Nurse Lane’s attack.

You patted the ice pack onto Tommy’s head gently once more, attempting to soothe the ache you knew was present. He let out another sigh, leaning his head against your shoulder briefly as Nurse Lane was lead away from the scene.

“She said something that bothers me.” Tommy spoke up. Cindy’s mind was still wandering, but they were still holding hands — you tried your best to avoid looking at that. He sat up, looking at you now with a scared expression. “Said that I was going to die tonight.”

“Not on my watch, you won’t,” you argued. Your lips pursed into a pout automatically, eyebrows falling into a scowl at the words. “Thomas Slater is not allowed to die until I do. We made that promise when we were younger, remember?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, “yeah, I remember.” He squeezed Cindy’s hand as his eyes stayed on you. “I’m not breaking that promise anytime soon, don’t worry.”

You simply muttered out a, “better not,” as the bell for dinner rang. The three of you stood up, heading to the mess hall.

A flash of red hair caught your attention as you watched Ziggy Berman stomp away from the dining hall. You paused, exchanging looks with Tommy and Cindy. You nodded your head in her direction, “I’ll check on her, you two go ahead.”

“You sure?” Tommy asked immediately. He looked between you and Cindy, frowning at you briefly. “You don’t have to go alone.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be fine. You two go eat and I’ll see you before the Color War. Got it?”

Cindy nodded, sending her thanks through a smile. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to her sister — Cindy wanted nothing more. But, recently, she and Ziggy weren’t seeing eye-to-eye and argued every time they were together.

Sometimes, all Ziggy needed was someone to listen. And, that’s what you did — you listened to every complaint and whine she spewed out and left it at that. Sometimes you’d give her advice, but you didn’t lecture her like Cindy tended to.

Tommy unlatched his and Cindy’s hands, reaching out to pat you on the head. His pointer finger tapped your nose, a habit he picked up when you were both younger. Tommy smiled before saying softly, “see you soon.”

—

“It’s exhausting to watch you, you know.”

You paused, hand still on the door to Ziggy’s cabin as she stirred something in a bucket. You blinked as she looked up at you quickly with a smirk. She spoke up again, “with Tommy. It’s getting a little ridiculous at this point, Y/N.”

Sighing, you rolled your eyes before stepping all the way into the cabin, shutting the door behind you. You sat beside her on the bed, peering down into the red substance in the bucket. You raised a brow, “Carrie?”

“She’s lucky I don’t have actual blood.” Is all Ziggy said. She glanced at you again, “and don’t change the subject. You can’t avoid this forever.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Zig.”

“Oh, please,” she rolled her eyes. Ziggy stilled her stirring so she could stare you down. She might’ve been younger, but the red-head was far more intimidating than you let her know. “You have the hots for Tommy and you always have.”

“Uh,” your throat felt parched. Maybe it was no secret — the little crush you had on your best friend — but it was still jarring to hear someone else mention it. “You know he’s dating your sister, right?”

“And?” Ziggy poured a different color of red into the bucket, making the pigment darker. “No one ever said they were in love, or whatever.”

“And who said I am?”

“In love?” Ziggy let out a snort at that, rolling her eyes again. They’re going to stuck like that one day, you thought in annoyance. I hope they do. She turned her attention back to you again, fully this time. “You look at Tommy like the world could stop at any minute and you wouldn’t notice. You’ve got it bad, Y/N.”

And maybe that was true. Maybe you were a little more than in love with Tommy Slater. A little too eager to be around your best friend. A little too attached to someone who had a girlfriend.

You couldn’t deny it, though — you never did. You always knew about your feelings but you never acted on them — probably never would.

“I hate you.” You said with a scowl.

Ziggy let out a harsh, barking laugh as she threw her head back. “Yeah, sure.”

“They’re good for each other,” you decided to say. Because they were — Tommy and Cindy were picture perfect and you’d do anything to keep him happy. You twirled your fingers around a stray string, not meeting Ziggy’s eyes. “And they like each other. He’s happy and that’s enough.”

Ziggy paused, elbows leaning on her knees as she sat hunched over the paint bucket. You still wouldn’t meet her eyes, but you could tell she was staring at you. “You’re a lot nicer than I am. I would’ve taken what I wanted with no thought.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not me and I’m not you.” You nudged her playfully before standing. You stretched, letting out a sigh as you patted your tummy. “I’m going to go have a late dinner. Catch you at Color War?”

“Maybe,” Ziggy called as you exited her cabin.

As you left, Nick Goode passed by you. A shiver ran through your spine as he glanced at you. Out of all of the Sunnyvaler’s, the Goodes always had a strange aura around them.

It felt evil.

—

A dark blue t-shirt was tucked into your high-waisted shorts, the words Shadyside in blocky, white letters. The socks you wore were a faded green, but they were mostly covered by your white shoes, so you didn’t really mind.

The woods were quiet as you traveled through them. As the sun settled, a small chill ran through the air. You found yourself wishing you’d brought your hoodie with you — the orange one you’d stolen from Tommy years ago. The thought of him made you smile before it faded into a frown — where’d he go, anyways?

Faintly, you thought you could hear the bell ringing at the mess hall. But, that couldn’t be right. That bell didn’t ring unless it was time for food, or an emergency.

Then you heard the screams.

Pausing, you stood quietly and as still as you could. Another scream rang around the woods followed by the sound of panicked, scattered footsteps. What the hell was happening?

Shuffles could be heard by you — staggering, heavy footsteps that seemed like they were coming right towards you. You didn’t move an inch, hoping it was just a wild animal that would zoom by you.

And then you could see a red flannel with a yellow tank-top underneath. The same yellow  shirt you’d bought him for his birthday. You relaxed, the sigh you let out sounding strangely like his name. “Tommy.”

He staggered closer slowly, eyes vacant but held focused on you. That was when the moonlight caught the shine of the double-ended ax he held. The smile dropped from your face at the red that was splattered on his figure.

“Tommy?” You gulped. He charged, backing you into the tree behind you. Eyes — bluer than any sky you’d seen — were void and empty and barren. It hurt to see him like this, hurt to think of what could’ve happened to cause Tommy to break. “Jesus, fuck!”

You held your breath as the ax brushed against your throat. Terror rolled over you as you kept your gaze locked on Tommy’s, staring him down as he held the weapon to your neck.

The ax shook in his hold, his eyes glitching to a brighter color as a tear slipped down his cheek.

“Go,” he choked out. Fighting against himself, Thomas Slater dropped his arms so that you were no longer facing the ax. “You… have to leave.”

You trembled against the tree, the bark digging into your back as the tears of fear and dread slowly crept down your cheeks. “Tommy, what happened? What’s going on?”

It was dumb, you knew, to just stand there. But, you had to know — had to get answers. Your sweet, kind best friend wouldn’t just decide to go on a killing spree. Especially at the camp he adored.

“Go,” he repeated. Slowly, Tommy’s right hand raised. He tapped the tip of your nose with his pointer finger, smearing God knows who’s blood onto your face.

Even slower, he slid that same hand to cradle your cheek. Another tear left his eye as you choked on your own sobs. The last words Thomas Slater spoke to you echoed as you did as you were told and ran.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

—

You had ran from Camp Nightwing all the way back to Shadyside. Of course, you had to go to Sunnyvale to report the crime, but there was still a familiarity of being home.

Once white shoes were painted with red as they scraped against the concrete. You had stumbled onto a few dead bodies as you ran, the screams Tommy caused still echoing from the woods. It made you nauseous — knowing who was causing the camp’s terror.

Is Ziggy alive? You thought as you trudged on. Cindy? Alice? Is anyone still alive? Did anyone get away? What happens now? What about Tommy?

That one question repeated in your mind as the police station popped into view — what’s going to happen to Tommy?

You were there. You were there and you were present. But, nothing felt real. Not the ringing phones or the overlapping voices.

You couldn’t even tell if the tears sliding down your face continuously were real.

“...help you?” You blinked, coming back from the haze in your mind. An officer was standing in front of you now. “Can I help you?”

Finally lifting your head, you sniffled. The person in front of you gasped, seeing the splotches of red scattered across your face. Most of the blood was gone, anyways. Traces of tears had replaced it, but the gentle touch of Tommy still lingered.

“I’d like to report an accident.”

—

C. Berman — Ziggy, as she revealed — looked at the two teens as her story came to an end. Deena had a new perspective of the killers of Shadyside and more questions she wanted answers to.

It was Josh who broke the tense silence. “How do you know all this?”

Ziggy smiled lightly, staring down at the journal she held. She traced a picture of you and Tommy smiling at each other, tears briefly frosting her eyesight.

“They call on the anniversary. July 12th is the hardest day of the year for all of us,” she admitted. You’d be calling soon, she knew. Because Tommy’s birthday was soon and that was also a bad day for you. Ziggy sighed, “no one else remembers Y/N, though. But I think that’s a good thing. Allowed them to leave — to get away from this hellhole.”

Deena glanced into the bathroom where her ex-or-maybe-her-girlfriend was chained up. “He remembered them. He was possessed, under the curse, but Y/N brought him back. Even if it was just for a second.” She looked back to Ziggy, “how?”

Letting out a small laugh, Ziggy couldn’t help but smile through her tears. “Like I said, Y/N was head over heels for that boy.”

“And he felt the same?”

“How couldn’t he?” Ziggy’s smile grew remorseful. She often thought of what could’ve been — thought of what should’ve happened between you and Tommy. You deserved a happy life with him, more than anything. She looked down at the journal, “I’ll help you stop this. For Y/N and Tommy. For Cindy.”

Deena and Josh exchanged looks again before nodding. This was no longer just about Sam — this was personal. This was for Shadyside; for the ones like you and Tommy who weren’t allowed their happiness.

“For Y/N and Tommy.”[part two]

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