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coke-whore · 3 days ago

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billy x slasher reader, she only kills guys. and lets say she ends up getting caught by him in the woods or something after sneaking off with a guy at a party.

she’s like “what are you doing here?”

and he’s like no, “what are YOU doing here?” 🤨

he ofc notices the blood, the gloves, the corpse on the ground. when reader showed up into town he took minimal interest in her, she was pretty but she had nothing that peaked his interest. he had more important things to worry abt. well now she was visibly panicking and he’s amused.

he NEVER expected this of all things. how long was this going on? was that the reason so many guys had gone missing recently only to turn up dead? only for the killings to be blamed on him and stu? reader was clever he had to admit, going to an area like this. allowing the blame to fall on them. and now that she looks like she’s abt to charge at him— he decides to make things a lil interesting and let her in on his plan.

also i like tagging requests with emojis anytime i send asks so ppl know who it’s from. ^^ is it okay if i do that? if so ill use a 🍒 !

yes ofc! btw srry for the doing this so late, life has been HECTIC.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

- Billy Loomis 𝓍 fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 - billy loomis x fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 - story (possible multi part)

𝜗𝜚 - mentions of death & gore, blood, stabbing, killing

ღ - a/n: The title is so Jennifer Check

𝜗𝜚 - navigation requests are open

word count: 1,349

The sound of music playing in the background gradually faded into a muffled thump as you made your way further and further into the woods behind none other than Stu Macher’s house. Stu always did throw the best parties; at least that’s what you managed to grasp from the minimal time you had spent in Woodsboro.

Growing up with a parent whose job involved moving from state to state all the time meant learning how to navigate your way through each school. It was difficult at first of course with all the anxiety of making new friends and the guilt of not being able to keep in touch with them and blah, blah, blah, but over time you came to realize how fucking similar everyone was. There was always that one group of popular kids who were straight up assholes, the group of nerdy, geeky people, the smart kids who would die if they ever got anything besides an A, the stoner kids, and everyone else who were essentially just background characters.

And there were always, always, copies of various people regardless of the school you found yourself in. For example, you would find yourself in conversation with a blonde-haired girl who talked exactly like this one brunette you knew but could not be bothered to remember the name of, and they might have had contrasting appearances, but holy shit were they the same exact person. It really serves as a reminder that people aren’t as ‘individual’ and ‘special’ as they think they are.

Apart from realizing the simplicity and naivety of people, you had also come to realize guys are such immature, brainless pieces of shit. Especially teenage boys. It was like the moment they reach puberty all they can think about is getting their dick wet. You had no space to even begin to judge them for being horny. I mean who doesn’t like a good fuck every now and then. But the way a portion of them spoke about women as if they were objects had you physically reeling. It was disgusting, the way they could easily engage in conversation about a girl as if they were some trinket they were considering buying at the mall.

You could not let that slide. You just couldn’t. You wouldn’t. What type of feminist would you be if you just stood around without taking action.

Some people might call what you are doing just a tad bit over dramatic. But you always had loved theatrics and if anything, everything you did – are doing – would be in vain if it was not at the very least a little entertaining. Your target audience would expect nothing less.

The rustle of leaves brings you back to reality as you smile at the green eyed blonde you had tied up against a tree. “Listen, honey, it’s nothing personal – really, it isn’t, it’s just,” you crouch down in front of him with a sigh, rubbing your thumb across his cheek in a soothing manner, “you’re such a fucking manwhore.” Your smile turns into a sneer as the last part falls from your mouth. Propping yourself up from your current crouching position you stretch with your hands clasped above your head until you feel the soothing burn as your back pops. “Now,” you clasp your hands together with a grin “for the main event!”

You hum “California Dreamin’” to yourself as you open the duffle bag you had hidden under a pile of leaves beforehand. You gasp and turn to face the petrified guy with a broad smile. “Oh my god that is so ironic.” you gushed as you placed your hands on your hip. You bit your lip stifling a laugh. “Get it ‘cause the lyrics – y'know it’s about leaves and shit.” you snickered before pouting when you realized all the blonde was doing was staring up at you as his face got paler as the seconds ticked by. “Tough crowd” you muttered rolling your eyes, swiftly turning your back to get the hunting knife and garbage bags tucked in your bag.

“Alrighty then,” you beamed “time to slice ‘n dice” the leaves crunched under the weight of your boots as you leisurely made your way in front of the alarmed guy. He squirmed away as best he could, shouting muffled protests as the blade in your hand made its way to his neck. “It’s a shame, really – “you said with a tone of mock pity “you’re so pretty but alas, you were just too easy.” you sighed fiddling with your knife. “All I did was flash you a candy smile and you took the bait, hook, line and sinker.”

Smoke left Billy’s mouth as he finished his cigarette, crushing it under his boot on the porch of Stu’s house. He made his way back into the chaotic party accidently bumping into someone in the process. “Oh my goodness I am so sorry.” you apologized before hastily grabbing onto the guy you were presumably about to leave with. “I’m such a klutz when I’m tipsy” you giggled before getting dragged off by John? Josh? Whatever his fucking name was.

Billy had seen you around school a few times, you both shared an AP English class, and you always made an appearance at parties like these. But ever since you showed up guys had been dropping dead like flies. He wouldn’t have usually minded aside from a couple curious thoughts but whoever it was that was going on this killing spree was fucking up his plans. The last thing he needed was for ‘Ghostface’ to be suspected of all these murders. And he had a sneaking suspicion that you were connected somehow.

So, of course, like any rational person, he followed you when you took your boy toy into the woods. Oh, and was he treated with a surprise.

You were humming to yourself as you began disposing of a body that had multiple stab wounds littered across it. He could not help the cheshire grin that made its way across his face as he watched you discard everything step by step as if it was a routinely business of yours.

“Cute hobby” he crowed grinning that God awful ‘Billy Loomis’ esque smile. “You do this often or... –?” You whipped your head towards the sound of his voice so fast you could have sworn your neck nearly snapped off. Headless horseman was not the look you were going for.

Billy Loomis. Billy motherfucking Loomis. You internally screamed your lungs out because how was he standing here. Well, you knew how he obviously followed you, but why? You bumped into him leaving the party, and he saw whatshisname trailing along beside you like a puppy and thought ‘oh free porn’ or some dumb bullshit? There was no possible way you would be able to play this off. There is a dead body directly next to you, the hunting knife you used had your prints all over it and you had splotches of blood beginning to soak into the soft material of your shirt leaving small crimson red dots.

‘So, what now?’

“What are you doing here?” you asked in an accusatory tone as you continued to spiral further not in the least bit prepared for this situation. He chuckled, taking a few steps forward as the maroon leaves that filled the forest floor crunched beneath his feet. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Tension fills the air and the only noise that can be heard is the quiet ‘thump, thump, thump’ of music in the background save for the occasional hoot of an owl. You are visibly shaken by Billy’s sudden and unwanted appearance while he looks indifferent. The scent of cheap beer and cigarette’s fill your nostrils as he edges closer, and you contemplate gutting him and making it look like a Ghostface killing.

“This is usually the part where you run.” you squint at him, narrowing your eyes while he tilts his head with a faint smile as though you had said something amusing. “I gotta give you credit,” he says completely ignoring your remark, “coming to this shithole and letting the blame fall on ‘Ghostface’ is pretty clever.” “Is it?” you questioned rhetorically, tightening the grip on your blade. He seems to notice as his eyes flick towards the sharp object but carries on with his little speech. “Mhm, yeah, it is. And before you come charging at me with that thing why don’t we... have a chat.”

You eyed the boy suspiciously doubt flickering across your features. “A chat...?” He turned towards you with a wicked smile.

“I have a proposition.”

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