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❝ ❤ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 🔪 ❞

Slasher oc x BlackFem!oc

⇸The following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ ♥︎

⇸ Paring - Slasher oc [@BUNII_ on Twitter] x Reader!oc

⇸ ⚠️ Warning/Genre ⚠️ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.

⇸ Quick Sum up: ❝A rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.❞

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↳ Rose's Thorns ↲

Silverkeep Junior High are where his memories lay to waste. As a small fragile child from a broken home to which the warm-hearted granted amnesty, others enacted cruelties and prejudice. Despite that, she saw him as himself. With her hand outstretched she befriended him taking in all his good, his bad, and his ugly truths. His greatest light in his darkest of the dark.

Hardly a day goes by he doesn't revel in how she came to him. How she mended him, gave him a breath of life he felt he wasn't deserving of. Yet he'd done injustice to her by letting his fogged judgment aid his desperation for normalcy. His lackluster attempts at acceptance were his consequence, why he left without a goodbye. Why he watched from a distance as she crumbled to the ground of her front porch, his letter of apology, an engraved ring, and a stuffed teddy bear in her arms.

Her words rattled in his head like dice.

"You don't have to be scared anymore."

Stranger splashed water on his face, his dark uncombed hair held back with a hair tie. His rings resting on the porcelain sink while he rinses his bloody hands and prosthetic eye. Another consequence he suffered. Exiting the steamy bathroom, he sends a good morning text to Babydoll. Knowing her she's probably fast asleep.

His crime board is littered with haphazard notes and red strings crisscrossing over printed photos, articles, and newspaper clippings. Earl grey swirls in his mug as he turns on the news. Reports about forty previous kills were circulating warning residents in neighboring towns to be on watch as mandatory curfews are indefinite.

He swallowed his tea in frustration. In his mirror he stood shirtless, his black sweatpants hung at his hips and v-line. The band of his briefs read Calvin Klein. Damning as it may, his inner personal recollections forced out the beast he's become. Markings from the scolding water prove it without a doubt, Lord knows his mother would've been devastated to see him chart this path. God rest her soul.

Fossicking through his dresser he finds a shirt, a loud clink hits the floorboards below. It was a ring threatening to roll elsewhere. He quickly stomps it, kneeling to retrieve the stainless steel band. Her birth date along with the word forevermore engraved in Gothic Calligraphy.

His notification chimes as he sees Baby Doll's reply. Her choice of words earned him a placid smile slightly showing his teeth.

The stranger slips it on his right ring finger laying a kiss against it.

"In due time..."

Winding roads turned to dirt as Stranger curved beaten paths so as not to arouse suspicion from local law enforcement.

What he was doing was crazy. He knew it was a trap, he knew this was exactly what that psycho wanted but if it ment getting one step closer to saving Babydoll then he was willing to take that chance.

Stranger's jet-black Yamaha motorcycle screeches to a halt. He pops the kickstand, swinging his leg over while removing his helmet. Decrepit suburban homes hauntingly surround him, their once lively paint jobs now faded with time. The address sending chills down his spine as he stood on the brown patches of what was grass and fallen autumn leaves. 214 Hawthorne Boulevard.

He enters through the cobweb covered back window, the front door conveniently boarded up from inside. Peeling egg shell white paint resembled crepey skin of the elderly. Smashing it open with a backyard stone he vaults inside.

Stranger stalked around the hollowed interior of the first floor. To his left the living room stood motionless. Plastic covered furniture sank into the dusty floorboards. He swivels his head facing the bathroom.

Shining his light, mold sprouting on the tub walls and behind the toilet. 'up to your right' spell out on the mirror in grime.

Stranger's nerves rattled as he kept on. Towards the staircase each cautious step he took creaked underneath his weight. One step gave out, him seizing hold of the banister at that very moment.

Regaining balance he pulls his foot from the hole giving a look like thunder.

He swept the rooms, any and all lacking the life that once resided. That life an eerie ghost of who he once was.

His blood boiled getting closer until his combat boot made a small splash in a trail of crimson liquid.

It pooled, leading to a room off to the right.

Stranger's heart sank deeply, gripping the handle of his knife tightly when his posture stiffens. The door opens wide, his head stuttered like TV static. Inside there layed a dress familiar of 8th-grade prom dripping blood on the twin mattress. Candles lit aflame just at the moment he locked eyes with stuffed animals mutilated about alongside a cassette tape marked 'Track one'.

Blood-splattered white roses sat on a chair next to another note. He picked it up as his phone rang.

"I see you take a liking to my handy work. Who would've known kitten had such beautiful taste."

"You've got some nerve..." Stranger growled. "Whatever you're planning I won't stop till you're dead."

They smirks as they spoke. "I know. That's why I'm giving you clues on how to do that. And to save kitten of course."

Stranger picks up the bouquet and sees a note tucked away in the roses.

Perhaps another riddle.

"See that tape I left behind for you? It's your clue but I doubt you have a cassette player huh? I wonder who does."

"And the riddle? I didn't come all this way for nothing." Stranger jumps down their throat shoving the tape and note in his hoodie pocket. "Why lead me here then?"

They pause. "Look around. This was your childhood home wasn't it? Or it was hers at least. Have you forgotten?"

He froze, clasping his hand over his head. It goes without saying he knew. He knew he'd step into an empty shell of what once was his happy place. He'd stare at the glow in the dark spangled ceiling of her room, dance in the kitchen to her mother's old vinyls, even sitting on the porch with her during sunsets. Stranger huffed. What does it matter?

"I take it you haven't." Their tongue coated in mischief. "Use these clues to wash the blood off your hands, Cherry. Red isn't your color."

The call ends, Stranger dropping his hands to his sides. Taking the dress he flipped it over to see what's on the other side. A Printed flyer for a Halloween party.

'Babydoll's school' he thought to himself.

The flimsy paper was shoved in his pocket as he walked downstairs, avoiding the hole he left on the way up. Out the back door he walked to his motorcycle, frustration boiling with him.

A loud ping sounded from his phone. He sighs putting it in the phone mount swiping to answer.

"Babydoll this isn't a great time I-"

"Stranger please...come over. We need to talk." She stammered.

Revving the engine he pulls off. "I'm on my way."

Stranger cuts the headlights of his motorcycle parking it out of sight. Jogging towards Babydoll's house, the soles of his boots make brisk contact with the tree trunk pulling him upward.

Midnight on the dot he sat atop her roof tapping her skylight. Without street lamps, their little corner of Cali would be pitch black. The creaking of the glass catches his ear. Upon its opening Babydoll rubs her tired eyes, her lips in a cushioned pout. Her cheeks are glossy as she looks up.

"May I come in lovey?" Stranger's heart wretched, his hood obscuring his face waiting for her invitation.

Babydoll sniffles, bowing her head and stepping back clutching her midsection.

Her current state and his guilt squeezed his throat, choking him. He almost wanted to cry himself.

Swinging his legs over the windowsill drops in and removes his combat boots. Towering over her even still without the extra height Stranger placed his leather trench coat on the back of her desk chair tucking his hunter's knife away. LED lights line the ceiling on the lowest setting basking the room in muted blue. He drags along Babydoll's bedside trashcan as he sat upon her bed. More than enough snotty tissues crumpled inside it.

Her mattress dipped as Stranger handed her tissues from his back pocket. Babydoll lays down shifting so her head rests at the foot of the bed facing Stranger's lap. Feebly wiping her face her hair tucked away in a silken scarf and wearing an oversized hooded flannel.

Hesitant she whimpers. "I'm sorry you have to be here."

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner." Stranger bites his tongue. "Stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong."

Stranger's hands are folded in his lap, and leaning forward, his knee bounces a bit. This was the pain he hated seeing her in. The pain that kept him on guard, vigilant.

"If you're too afraid to sleep I'll stand guard. I know that's why you wanted me here."

"I'm fine Stranger you don't have to." Babydoll objects sitting up.

"Keep telling yourself that. You don't have to be strong for me or anyone. You're hurting...just let me do this. Just let me stay."

Babydoll rolls her eyes blinking away more tears. He was outright stubborn, and wouldn't budge much like a ghost she knew in passing. She nods pointing him to her mini-fridge.

"Could you get me a bottle of water?"

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