《| Limerence | (Yandere Slashers X Reader)》7.Stuck Forever pt.1
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I sit on my bed holding the letter staring at it's faded red heart. No, I just can't bare to look at what she wrote, it'll just make my cry all over again.
I hear footsteps approaching my door so I quickly hide the letter in my bedside's top drawer. Then there's a knock at my door.
"Who is it?" "Freddy." "Go away friend-killer!" "YOU-!" He lets out a long irritated sigh. "I've apologized for that a million times, when are you gonna forgive me?" "Six million times more! Then we'll talk!" "SO UNREASONABLE!!!" He yells then stomps away grumbling angrily.
Jeez. Surprised he didn't just rip the door off it's hinges and yell at me. I look at the time, it's 8:12 someone's gonna call me down for dinner soon. I flop back onto my bed and sigh in annoyance.
I look around my room for something to do. I open my curtains and look out of my window and sigh. I look around outside but can't see much. Unfortunately my window is on the back of the house so I can't see any of the important things like buildings or people driving by. But it isn't barred and actually opens unlike Otis' stupid fancy 'look at me! I'm on the front of the house!' windows. Maybe I can try to escape tonight after everyone's asleep. Yeah sounds like a plan.
I look out my window down at the dead grass covered ground. Spaulding and Candyman walk around the corner of the house, stop in front of my window and start talking but I can't hear them. Suddenly they stop talking. Candyman looks up at me and waves. "Hi (Y/n)!" I quickly duck to the floor so they can't see me anymore. I peek out my window again to see they're gone. I let out a small huff. 'Great now I can't spy on them anymore to see what they were about to talk about.' I walk over to my desk, sit down and start drawing.
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After about a minute I look down at what I had drawn to see a terrifying shadowy monster with thousands of tiny sharp teeth and hollow gaping eyes. Startled I flip the paper over so I don't have to look at it. How had I absent-mindedly drawn such a horrific thing? I quickly fold it up into a paper airplane, open my window and throw it outside watching as it glides into the field of tall crops behind the house, disappearing out of sight.
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Welp, you know what they say, out of sight, out of mind! Suddenly there's a knock at my door.
Baby: "(Y/n), dinner's ready." I quickly close my window worried she'd walk in and think I was trying to escape. "Okay, I'll be right down."
'What did Candyman and Spaulding meet up to talk about? It must have been about me because as soon as Candyman saw me he moved to talk somewhere else with Spaulding. Hmmm...'
I finally leave my room heading downstairs. Because there are so many people living together in the same house we have two large dinner tables and I switch from table A to table B every week. Tonight is table A which consists of:
Jason
Norman
Chop Top
Candyman
Leatherface
Billy
Stu
And table B:
Freddy
Chucky
Baby
Michael
Cook
Spaulding
Otis
So basically dinner all next week is going to be hell. I walk into the dining room to see everyone already at their table talking to each other. As soon as I walk in everyone immediately stops talking and straightens up. "Hi guys." I say kinda nervously. "(Y/n) I worried you wouldn't come down for dinner." Candyman says walking over to me. "Sit here, Cook will be out with the food in a moment." He says guiding me to a chair at table A. Chop Top runs to sit down next to me but Billy takes that spot so he goes to sit in the other chair next to me but Stu takes that one as well and blows a raspberry at Chop Top. Chop Top glares at them and sits across from me instead.
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Cook runs out of the kitchen with a large pot of vegetable soup and yells "OUT OF THE WAY! HELLFIRE HOT SOUP COMIN' THROUGH!" Cook heaves the pot onto table A and throws his oven mittens in two random directions. "You're still here? I thought they got rid of ya' a week ago!" Cook says surprised to see me existing outside of my room. "Cook!" Everyone shouts at the same time. "What? Thought you were done with 'er." "COOK!!" "FINE! I'll shut my yap!"
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