#abigail berman x reader

[afro-hispwriter]

CINDY BERMAN MASTERLIST

main masterlist

Cindy Berman x f!Reader*

Just hold me

Flustered

The jealous Berman*

My pretty girl*

Cuddles

Take it*

Outed

Abigail Berman

Abigail Berman x F!Reader*

Caught*

[pangborns]

ONLY YOU, MY GIRL,

ONLY YOU, BABE.

constance berman x fem!reader

in which isaac’s little sister is caught by the possessed cyrus miller.

angst, gore, character death, fear street: 1666 spoilers. just kinda messed up, but follows the story line of 1666.

first off, this is long and idk how to do the whole ‘keep reading’ thing SO IM SORRY. also, I didn’t know how to like write the gory ass part so it may be a little all over the place. anyways, ily all!!

“Please, Isaac…” you begged your older brother. “I want to go so bad. I promise I’ll behave!”

“No, (y/n). You know the ceremony is only for big kids. No children allowed. This is the end of it.” Isaac dismissed his sister, attempting to push by you to continue shoveling the manure on the dirt path.

You groan, throwing your arms up in anger as you turn to make your exit. You spot Sarah, making her way down the busy road, nodding in your direction.

“The full moon rises before nightfall.” Isaac muttered in the girl’s direction. A playful lilt in his soft spoken voice.

“A good night to enjoy the fruits of the land.” Sarah smirked. “Try to clean yourself before then.”

You snorted at that, looking back down at the horse droppings that your brother was scooping up. Sarah sent you a friendly wink before heading on her way.

Realizing that convincing your brother was no use, you decided to find some of the other kids - specifically the ones old enough to want to go to the ceremony.

“Excuse me, Sarah.” You quickly commented as you jogged by her, keeping an eye out for a mess of bright red hair.

You passed a few notable figures on your search for Constance, including the intimidating Alderman Goode and his drunken buddies. They didn’t spare you a glance, thankfully, as you continued on.

“(y/n)!” Somebody called. You rolled your eyes as you registered who the voice belonged to. “(y/n).” They repeated again as they caught up to you, matching your steady pace. “Have you seen my sister anywhere? She’s always so quick to run off.”

Abigail Berman.

“No, Abigail. I was just looking for her actually.” Personally, you were not a fan of the other Berman sister as she always made it a point to boss you and Constance around.

“-blind as a bat. Pastor Miller blind as a bat. Tried to read the Bible and his eyes went splat!”

Abigail groaned as she spotted the younger girl. “Why can’t she ever leave those children alone? They’re only learning to misbehave with her around.”

You didn’t speak, only watching as Constance goofed around with the kids. It was adorable, you admired that she had such a way with the younger children in town.

As you neared the group, Abigail split off to zero in on her sister. “Don’t be a brat, Constance!” She scolded, grabbing her arm harshly.

“Don’t be a shrew, Abigail.” Constance shot back, straightening her posture and arching a brow.

“Sarah!” Abigail changed the tone of her voice as Sarah approached. “The full moon rises before nightfall.”

“A good night to enjoy the fruits of the land.” Sarah replied.

“I’m coming too!” Constance smiled proudly.

“So am I!” You spoke up, “but don’t tell Isaac.”

“No, you’re not.” Abigail spoke to the both of you.

“I’ll tell mother.” Constance smirked, waiting for Abigail to think of a snarky reply.

“You tell mother and I’ll cut your braids right off your head.”

Constance rolled her eyes, breaking free from her overbearing sister’s grip and grabbing your hand. “I’ll get us to the party dear (y/n), don’t you worry.” She smiled kindly. The two of you intertwined fingers and ran off towards the church. When it wasn’t in session, you and the red head loved to just sit in the pews and talk. Mostly just paying each other compliments and gossiping.

Later that night, you two did successfully sneak into the gathering. You were both able to score a few sips of the wine without getting caught by either of your siblings - who both happened to be beside each other for most of the night.

“We should probably head back.” Constance spoke quietly. “There’s no way we’ll get our hands on those berries and without them we’ll be bored out of our minds.” She finished, nodding towards the group of kids sharing the few berries they were able to grab.

“I suppose you’re right.” You smiled. “Thank you for getting us out here. Older kids are boring.”

You both laughed at the statement. You eventually settled down into a comfortable silence, just staring into each other’s eyes. “Come on,” you bit your lip in thought. “Let’s head back.”

Both you and Constance hurried off towards the woods in the direction to town. “I hate these woods.” You commented quietly.

“Why? They’re pretty.” Constance questioned.

“Maybe during the day, but you never know what’s stalking about during the night hours-“ Before you were able to properly finish your sentence, you felt your body run straight into a stiff object.

Landing on your bum, you looked up only to meet eyes with Solomon Goode. The outcast of town.

“Woah, are you alright?” Constance hurried to lift you up by your arm as you continued to stare the man down.

“Sorry, mister.” You started, “I didn’t think you’d be out here at this time of night.” You squinted at him, a suspicious look crossing your features.

“No problem at all, (y/n).” Your eyes widened when you realized that he knew who you were. “But I must wonder what you two were doing out here all alone.”

“Please don’t tell my mom!” You hurried to spit out as you quickly brushed yourself off. “We just wanted to be like the big kids. It won’t happen again.”

Solomon snickered. “Run along now.”

You and Constance righted yourselves before dashing through the remaining part forest and back into the town square.

“That was strange.” Constance commented a few minutes after the encounter occurred.

“I know, but I just hope he doesn’t tell my parents about that. They would imprison me in my bedroom for life.” You giggled. Constance joined in, brushing off the funny feeling she had about the Goode man.

“(y/n)! Wake up!” The shrilling sound of your mother’s voice awoke you from your peaceful slumber.

With a groan, you were able to pull yourself out of your comfortable bed and rush downstairs in your white nightgown.

“Yes, mom?” You asked as you arrived in the kitchen.

“I need you to go next door to the Miller’s and see if their crops are doing any better than ours.” Before you could even ask what was the matter with the food, your mother pulled out a rotting carrot decorated with feasting maggots. “Everything is like this.”

“I’ll be right back.” You nodded, heading back upstairs to change and grab your satchel.

“If you see your brother out there, make sure to pass the word on. I don’t want you two to be eating any of this!” She yelled up the stairs.

When you left to head toward’s the Miller’s house, you were immediately overcome with the feeling of panic. Nearly everybody was surrounding the well, Mad Thomas splurting out some nonsense as a few of the men yanked at the rope.

“What’s going on?” You settled beside Lizzie, watching as the men struggled to pull the bucket up.

“Something’s got the bucket caught.” She shrugged, not too worried over the situation. “I’m sure it’s just jammed.”

“We’ve got it!” One of the men cheered as they quickly reeled the rope up. The drenched body of a dog appeared, attached to the rope by the neck. Everybody gasped, Mad Thomas spoke louder, his words heavier now.

You were quick to cover your eyes and let out a sudden sob at the sight. “I must go find my brother, excuse me.” You muttered to Lizzie, who watched on in worry as you made your exit.

Once your back was turned towards the scene, you were able to pull yourself together better. It must’ve just been a freak accident, nobody in town would’ve been cruel enough to do that.

“Isaac,” You sighed to yourself, thankful to see your brother out and about. He looked up at the sound of his name being called, pausing to take a bite from the bright red apple in his hand. “Wait, don’t eat that!”

He took the bite, not registering what you said until a moment too late. “Yuck!” He spat out the bite, revealing the rotted inside of the fruit. “The hell?”

“All of the crops are like that, mom wanted me to go check with the Pastor and see if they were having the same difficulty.”

Isaac merely nodded, throwing the apple on the trail behind him in disgust. “Alright, I’m going to meet up with Abigail and Lizzie. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Your face dropped. You wanted to hang out with your big brother, so badly. “Alright.” You nodded, turning on your heel to head towards the Miller’s house. “Love you.”

Isaac grunted in response, sending you a fleeting smile before he continued on his merry way.

When you arrived at the Miller’s doorstep, you were quick to knock, hoping to get the encounter over with. Goody Miller wasn’t the kindest woman in town and you didn’t want to make it a point to spend long around her.

The door creaked open slowly, Hannah’s pale face appearing in the crack between the doorframe and the door. “Yes?”

“G’morning. I’m sorry to bother you, but my mom wanted me to ask about your crops. Ours aren’t doing too well and we wanted to know if it was just us or…” You trailed off, awkwardly picking at your fingernails.

“No, it’s not just yours.” She stated quickly. “Look, now is not a good time. My father isn’t feeling like himself, maybe you can come by later and we can talk more.”

“Alright.” You spoke slowly, “Sorry.”

Her chapped lips rose into a kind smile before closing the door. Strange. A smile lit up your face as you had a realization.

Dashing down the streets, hoping to run into the younger Berman sister, you ended up spotting her hanging around the younger kids again. They really were the best company you could get around here.

“Constance!” You shouted eagerly. Catching up to her, you made it a point to whisper into her ear, moving a few strands of bright red hair out of the way first. “Pastor Miller is ill, the church will be all ours today.” You smiled.

She squealed, perking up at the thought. “You kids run along now. (y/n) and I are going to be back in a bit.”

Once the kids were on their way, not very happily mind you, you and Constance were able to run off towards the small church. “This is so exciting.” She laughed.

You nodded, giggling as you pushed open the big doors to the church. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to you as they were all focused on the dead dog in the well.

The doors slammed shut, successfully scaring you. You jumped, falling into Constance with a squeal. She laughed at you, squeezing you close. “Don’t be so scared, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The both of you sat in a pew, her head resting on your shoulder, an arm around your waist. ‘Shit’ you thought, ‘I really like this girl.’

“Constance?”

“Yeah?” She lifted her head with a smile, looking up into your kind eyes.

You panicked. What were you supposed to say now? “I think something is wrong with me.”

She sat up fully now, showing you that you had her full attention. “What? Why would you think that? You’re perfect.”

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to confess to her. Share this secret part of yourself with her. “Because, I think I like you.” You spoke quickly, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“Don’t be silly, why would that mean there was something wrong with you? I like you too.”

Your head dropped, “No, like.. I like-like you..”

Constance lifted her head again, smiling like an idiot. “Then there must be something wrong with me too, because I like-like you also..”

The two of you just stared at each other in a content silence for a few moments before the church doors creaked open eerily.

“Where are we going Pastor Miller?” The voice of a child spoke as a group of people entered the small church. You and Constance turned towards the noise, noticing that the only people that walked in happened to be the Pastor and all of the children in town.

The Pastor didn’t say a thing as he led the kids down the aisle, instructing them to take a seat witha wave of his hand. The kids obeyed, Henry - Sarah’s little brother - making it a point to sit in the front, leaving all of the other kids to sit closer to the exit.

You and Constance didn’t say a word as you tried to gauge the situation.

“Now children, who would like to go first?” He finally spoke. His voice quiet, yet booming.

A few kids excitedly raised their hands, not knowing what they were volunteering for. They were jumping in their seats, smiling at the chance to please the Pastor.

“You.” Cyrus pointed towards a little girl a bit further in the back, using a sharpened hook to motion her towards him.

Minutes later, you and Constance found yourselves curled into each other in comfort. She stroked your hair and shushed your cries and she too shook in fear. “It’ll be alright, the other townsfolk will realize we’re missing and come looking for us.”

The dead bodies of multiple children sat all around the remaining living souls in the room. Some children cried, some were frozen in shock, all you could do was stare at the pile of eyeballs in the middle of the aisle.

“I want my brother.” You sobbed, realizing that you’d just witnessed one of your brother’s friends lose a sibling as Henry fell to the pew, blood dripping from where his eyes used to be.

“I know, I know..” Constance sobbed, kissing the top of your head. You both quickly realized that the two of you were now the last living kids in the room. Multiple children already tried to doors, realizing that Cyrus had locked them long before now.

Pastor Miller stalked closer and closer to the two of you. “Please, no!” You screamed, people outside must’ve heard the commotion as you heard a few bangs against the wooden door.

You clung to Constance like a lifeline as Cyrus grabbed your upper arm and tried to pry you off of her. “Don’t let him hurt me, please Constance!” You panicked.

Eventually, he ripped you off of her, ignoring both of your cries. “Isaac! Mom!” You cried in fear.

“Shh.. it’ll be alright, (y/n).” Constance tried to comfort you in your last moments. She had already accepted her fate.

She mouthed something to you before the Pastor had harshly turned you towards him. ‘I love you’.

The last thing you saw was the cruel face of Pastor Miller before your vision had gone dark, the last thing you heard was Constance’s helpless scream, and the last thought in your head was her smile. God, how you would miss it.

The door caved in as Solomon gave it one final thrust. He paused, realizing how silent the church was. It was a heavy silence, a scary silence.

“Keep everyone back.”

“Solomon, wait..” Sarah begged, Isaac beside her and frantic as ever.

“My sister is in there, please, let me in!” He pushed at the men standing guard.

Solomon stalked through the creaky aisle, noticing the still figures of the children. The rhythmic tapping noise of the Pastor’s hook against his wooden stand sped up as Solomon glanced at the pile of eye’s on the ground. “Cyrus..?”

His mumble of prayer got louder as Solomon connected the pieces of the puzzle, looking up at the Pastor in horror. The man raised his head, crimson blood dripping from his eye sockets.

Solomon’s eyes widened, he turned towards the left, looking towards two girls who seemed unmoving. Constance Berman, and (y/n)(l/n). Constance’s head was once again leaned onto her counterpart’s shoulder.

The door broke open, frantic family members searching for their children amongst the bloody mess.

“Isaac, Isaac I see them!” Abigail yelled towards her friend in relief. The two rushed over to the pew and kneeled down in front of their sisters. Isaac fell against the other pew in fright at the sight of his dead sister, her blood still fresh. Abigail screamed, embracing the red head as she shook.

Isaac’s hand ran down his sister’s face, he was frozen. Tears had started to run down his dirt caked face. “…(y/n)..?” He started meekly. The sounds of his mother’s sobs were heard before she even entered the church.

How could the town recover from something like this?

[thatsgay-writes]

Characters I Write For

ALL MY WRITING IS X READER, ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED 18 AND UP, IF NEEDED

Atypical

Casey

Izzie

Cazzie (Casey x Izzie)

Avatar the Last Airbender

Azula

June

Katara

Mai

Suki

Toph

Ty-Lee

Bunheads

Melanie Segal

Michelle Simms

Sasha Torres

Criminal Minds

Elle Greenaway

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

Detroit Become Human

Kara

North

Disney (Open to anything Disney and will add to list)

Raya And The Last Dragon

Hercules

Dive Club

Anna

Izzie

Lauren

Maddie

Stevie

Kipo and the Age of Wonder Beast

Kipo Oak

Song Oak

Wolf

Fear Street 1994/1978/1666

Abigail Berman

Alice

Christine “Ziggy” Berman

Cindy Berman

Deena Johnson

Hannah Miller

Kate Schmidt

Lizzie

Sam Fraser

Sarah Fier

Sheila (maybe)

Legend of Korra

Asami

Jinora

Korra

Korrasami

Korvira

Kuvira

Kya

Kyalin

Lin

Opal

Suyin

Ocean's 8

Amita

Constance

Daphne Kluger

Debbie Ocean

Lou

Nine Ball

Rose

Tammy

She-ra and the Princesses of Power

Adora

Angella

Catra

Entrapta (I may not be good writing her but I’ll try)

Frosta

Glimmer

Mermista

Perfuma

Scorpia

Teen Titans (2003-06)

Black Fire

Bumble Bee

Donna Troy

Jinx

Raven

Starfire

Terra

The Old Guard

Andy

Nile

The Unlisted

Kymara

Rose

The Wilds

Dot

Fatin

Leah

Nora

Rachel

Shelby

Shoni

Toni

Warrior Nuns

Ava Silva

Beatrice

Mary (Platonically)

Watchdogs

Clara Lille

Sitara Dhawan

Young Justice

Artemis Crock (Artemis/Tigress)

Barbra Gordon (Batgirl/Oracle)

Cassandra Sandsmark (Wonder Girl)

Cissie King-Jones (Arrowette)

Karen Beecher (Bumblebee)

M'gann M'orzz (Miss Martian)

Raquel Ervin (Rocket)

Tatsu Yamashiro (Katana)

Traci Thurston (Thirteen)

Violet Harper (Halo)

Zatanna Zatara (Zatanna)

(MORE WILL BE ADDED IN THE FUTURE)

[afro-hispwriter]

ABIGAIL BERMAN X FEM READER

Fear street 1666

Summery- after doing something horrible, you and Abigail must run away before someone figures it out

Warnings- angst, death, mention of hanging, homophobia, murder, witchcraft?, smut, oral( both f receiving), praising, religion?, degrading(use of the word whore), alcohol, drugged berries, gore

A/n- this was honestly kinda tuff to write with the whole time period and stuff

I don't remember the names of some of the kids so im just going to use their names from the first two movies

-

All the teenagers were going into the woods today to party. There was going to be alcohol, and Kate and Hannah were talking about getting the berries from the witch.

Abigail Berman was surprisingly attending. She was the good girl. The one who is very into church and will do everything on time. But it is rumored she is sleeping with that crazy psycho Thomas.

You had a crush on Abigail, and you assume she does as well after you spent nights with her in the woods. She was crying out under you as you ate her out and she returned the favor.

But she ignores you all the time unless she needs something... sexual.

Tonight at the party would be no different.

-

The signal was given out and slowly you saw everyone make their way into the forest. You grabbed the knife(that your parents nor siblings had no clue you owned) you have and placed it under your skirt.

The fire had started and so had the drinking.

Everyone including you were drunk by the time the others arrived with the berries. They passed them around and you started feeling the effects. You felt woozy and out if this world.

You felt amazing

You danced with you friends and thats when you saw her. She was dancing and staring right back at her. You both slowly started making your ways to each other. Her bonnet came off and she threw it in the fire. You pulled her away from everybody and started kissing down her neck.

You pushed her against a rock and you started rubbing her thighs. She kissed down your neck and started untying your blouse. You slid the brown top she had over her main shirt which you got to work untying. You wrapped you lips around her breasts and started sucking. She moaned and grabbed at your hair before pulling you up and place kisses all around your breasts.

You pulled away and kissed down her stomach and pulled her skirt up. You kissed her thighs and noticed she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt.

"You like walking around with your cunt out." You say and take a long lick. She groaned and through her bead back. "Your such a dirty whore, making people think your sleeping with that psycho when your really getting your cunt devoured by me." You suck even harder and slowly bring a finger to slip inside. She moans and arches her back and your raise your head to kiss her stomach and breasts. You thrust you finger in and out of her harder and pushed another one in. She cried out and you caught her cry with your lips.

"Oh god im going to, im-im." She stuttered and her body stilled as her orgasam ran through her. She let out a loud crying breath and you pulled her fingers out of her making her whimper.

"Let me- let me take care of you now." She says out of breath and you nod. You kiss her one more time and you heard a tree branch snap. Your head shot over to the noise.

"What was that?" Cindy asks and pulls her skirt down.

"Stay here." You say and walk to where the noise was heard.

-

Your heart was beating. If anybody were to catch you both, you'd both be hanged by tomorrow if it got out. You beard heavy breathing by a tree and you slowly lifted your skirt to pull the knife out.

You got closer to the tree and jumped to the side to see Crazy Fucking Thomas drinking.

"Oh lord." You say and lower the knife. "Ok listen you can't tell anybody, ill do anything." Thomas looks at you before cackling and standing up to get in your face.

"You think anything you do will please the lord, you and that girl will burn in hell as soon as you arrive from getting you neck snapped and airways cut off." He says and smiled with his black teeth showing. You took a step back and held the knife up high. Thomas stared at you and took a step forward. "What are you ganna do, Stab me? Whole town will know it was you."

"Just don't tell anyone." You say and kept backing up as he stepped forward.

"Whole towns ganna find out girl." He said and turned away laughing creepily.

Without thinking you reached out and stabbed him in the back. He cried out and hit you with his elbow making you go off balance. You hit the ground and looked up to see Thomas pulling out the knife.

"You little demonic bitch." He says and approached you, bloody knife in hand. You back up with your hands until you felt a tree against your back. He raised his hand with knife and your shielded your face, waiting for the pain.

But it never came

You heard a grunt and your peeked through. You saw Thomas groaning on the ground holding his head. There was someone on the corner of your eye and you looked to see Abigail holding a rock. She seemed shocked by her actions and dropped the rock.

"Abby?" You whisper and she looks at you before making her way over to her and kneeling in front of you and grabbed your face.

"Are you ok?" She kissed your forehead and looked over at Thomas who was still in pain.

"Ya." You say and stand up. You saw your knife by his body and grabbed it. "They're not going to find out, because your never going to tell them." Abigail looked at you in confusion. You got down on your knee and lifted the knife above your head.

Thomas' head shot up and he smiled.

"God is going to welcome me with open arms." Be says and hold his arms out.

"See you with the Devil." You say sternly and brought he knife down on his head. You heard a quiet scream from Abigail. And you let go of the knife making the body drop. You gasped loudly and fell back.

"What did i do, what did i do." You started repeating and cradled your head between your knees.

"Y/n we cant stay." Says Cindy and placed a hand gently on your shoulder. You tensed slightly and looked up at her.

"Where would we go? If they find us Abigail, together we're done. We are going to be hanging from a tree." You say standing to face her.

"We're going to be hanging from a tree if they find out what happened out here." She stays and stares at you.

"I was the one who did it, I'll leave you stay." You propose and grab her hands.

"Y/n they'll punish me for it, if they find out I was here and that i know what you did. Im going with you, end of story." Tears filled your eyes.

"Im sorry for even saying that your completely right." You say and brought her hands up to your lips and kissed them softly. She took her hands out of your grasp and took a few steps towards the body.

"We need to leave as soon as possible." She says immediately and she hold her hand out to grab the knife. She hesitates but wraps her hand around the knife and pulls it out. You watched her while also looking around your surroundings. You looked down to see her digging a hole and dripping the knife in there and covering it back up.

"We need food, water, clot-." She started but you cut her off.

"Abby, slow down please, i just fucking killed someone please hug me, do something." You looked at her with teary eyes. Cindy sighed and walked over to you. She pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead.

"Everything is going to be ok." She says and you nod and lean down to bury your head in her neck.

-

It was final, you and Abigail were leaving the village. Just before people started waking up to start chores.

You had woken up Sarah, the only person that could be trusted. She says she will not tell a soul and she even talked about her own complications with Hannah. She even said nobody would miss Thomas, that the village would be better off without that creep.

Soon you were hand in hand with Abigail already miles from the village just as the first person woke.

-

"We need find somewhere to hold up, we've walking for hours y/n." Abigail groaned and you rolled your eyes.

"If this map is correct, there should be an abandoned house around here." You say and look around. It was already starting to get dark, and there was no way anybody from the village was going out the distance you and Abigail had gone.

"We should rest here, its open and we will rested tomorrow to look for the house." She proposed and you sighed.

"Ok, we can set up a fire."

-

Nightfall came and you were heating up some deer meat. Abigail found a stream and was collecting water.

"Do you- do you think we're going to be ok out here, on our own?" Asks Abigail and she sets down the bucket of water.

"I do, we've been learning how to live since we were like 7 we're ready love." You say and look up at her. Your words startle her and she cocks her head to the side.

"Love?"

"I mean, you can be my love." You say and stand up to look at her.

"I do." She says and takes big steps to be in front of you. "I want to be yours." She grabs your face and kisses you. You stumbles a little before composing yourself and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I think we need to pick up where we left off that night." You pull away and say against her lips. She nods panting and sat down immediately on her bottom. You roll your eyes in amusement and untie your shirt and slipped it off. You got to your knees and crawled over her body, Abigail gulped and slowly went onto her back. You kissed her neck and untucked her shirt before sliding your hands under her shirt and caress her breasts.

You went down and grabbed some of her skirt before throwing it over your head.

"And still with a bare cunt." You chuckle even though it was muffled.

"Its feels bett-." You cut her off when you latched your lips on her cunt. Your hands found her thighs and you caressed them with your thumbs. She was getting wetter by the second which made your tongue able to slip inside of her making her gasp. Her hands found your hair and she tugged it slightly making you groan at the slight pain.

"Fuck." She says and cries when your finger started rubbing her clit. As she got closer and closer to the end, her hips kept thrusting against your face. You felt the skirt get taken off your head and you looked up to see Abigail looking down at you with her blue eyes. “You look so pretty in between my thighs.” You moaned against her and slid a hand down your own body to rub your clit. “Im going to cum.” Abigails body arched and your lips latched onto her clit and you sucked again which made her shout as she came.

“Good girl.” You say and lick off the wetness from your fingers.

“I want to treat you.” She blurts out and you smirked.

“Ok.” You leaned back and bent your knees. She did the same as you and crawled over your body and kissed your lips.

“Im going to make you feel good.” She whispers and goes down to lay between your thighs. Her hands go under your skirt and she smirks.

“Your giving me shit about not wearing anything, when your cunt is also out.” She chuckles and dips her head down to kitten lick your clit. You shuddered a breath and your head flopped down in the ground. She thin licked a long strip up before opening her mouth completely and devouring your cunt.

“O-oh g-od.” You moaned and you hands grabbed your breasts and tweaked your nipples. Your hips bucked when she pulled back and shoved two finger inside of you. Your body arched and you cried out, your grabbed her hair before screaming. “BLOODY FUCKIN HELL.”

Your thighs shook and you came. You were gasping for air and you felt Abigails fingers pull out and you whimpered at the loss.

She flopped down beside you, licking off her fingers.

“Im pretty sure dinners ruined.” You say and you both look at each other before laughing.

“Well im fine, i just had a pretty good meal.” She says and looks you up and down.

“I think I did as well.” You say and kiss her lips. She pulls you in tighter. You pulled the way and looked around and then up at the sky. Abigail curled up into your side and laid her head on your chest and looked up at the sky.

“Do you think we made the right choice?” She asks and you look at her.

“It was either this or get hanged, and i would very much like to connect with the love of my life.” You kiss her head and she smiles.

You and Abigail spent the rest of your lives together in peace. Never to know the hell your former village is going through.

a/n- This took longer than expected and it’s definitely not my best work but i hope you guys liked it :)

[afro-hispwriter]

Caught(Abigail Berman x fem reader) slight smut

Fear street 1666

Summary- Constance walks in on your and Abigail having a moment

Warnings- oral(Cindy receiving), language

Request by anonymous

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"Constance, where the hell is that sister of yours." Thomas slurred and she looks at him in disgust.

"Stop trying to get with my sister you pig." She said and continued her chores.

"She was all over me last night." He cackled and Constance dropped the bucket down and rushed past him.

Liar, she was with Y/n the whole night

"CONSTANCE!" She heard someone yell behind her and she rolled her eyes.

What?" She exclaimed angrily and whipped around only to relax her face and look at the ground. "Sorry father."

"Hmm, go get that damn sister of yours."

"Okay." Constance was getting irritated. It was always about Abigail, if they are not talking about absurd rumors between her and Thomas, it was about her being the best child in the whole village. If only they knew how bad she was when there are no adults.

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"Oh god, y/n fuck." Abigail was tugging on your hair and arching her hips to your face. "We- We need to- FUCK!" She yelped as she started cumming all over your face. You were rubbing yourself under your skirt and came all over your fingers at hearing Abigail reach her high.

"Your so beautiful." You say and kiss her hips and thighs. You let go of her scrunched up nightgown that was in your hands. You raised your body so you were laying in between her legs and kissed her exposed collar bones.

“Kiss me.” She says and grabs your face. You smile and look into her eyes and slowly leaned in. Your lips touched and her legs wrapped themselves around your waist bringing you closer. You rolled your hips against her making her moan. You didn’t even hear someone come up the stairs until the door opened.

You and Abigail flew sway from each other. You landed on the ground and you groaned while Abigail looked at the person who walked through the door in horror.

“Constance, come here.” Constance was in utter shock. She couldn’t move or speak after what she saw.

“Abi, if they find-.” Constance started but Abigail cut her off.

“They won't find out because you're not going to tell them.”

You look at the two sisters and slowly grabbed your clothes to slip them back on.

“I’ll do your chores for a week.” Says Abigail and she holds her hands up as if she were praying Constance will agree.

“A month and you have a deal.” Constance held her hand out and avoided both your and her sister's eyes. Abigail took her hand and shook it. Constance immediately left shutting the door behind her and you came up behind Abigail and wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Part of this is on me, I’ll help you with chores sunshine.” You kiss the side of her head making Abigail blush.

“I'm so glad I have you in my life.”

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I write smut

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Im trying to finish my Abigail Berman work but the ending is getting supper cheesy and i may just leave it like that💀

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Started- 07/10/21

Last updated- 09/29/22

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heyyy can you do an Abigail Berman x fem reader where they you know ;) and then Abigail’s littler sister Constance walks in on them and is like 👀

Yesss!!!

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THIS WAS SO FREAKING AMAZING

ONLY YOU, MY GIRL,

ONLY YOU, BABE.

constance berman x reader

in which isaac’s little sister is caught by the possessed cyrus miller.

angst, gore, character death, fear street: 1666 spoilers. just kinda messed up, but follows the story line of 1666.

first off, this is long and idk how to do the whole ‘keep reading’ thing SO IM SORRY. also, I didn’t know how to like write the gory ass part so it may be a little all over the place. anyways, ily all!!

“Please, Isaac…” you begged your older brother. “I want to go so bad. I promise I’ll behave!”

“No, (y/n). You know the ceremony is only for big kids. No children allowed. This is the end of it.” Isaac dismissed his sister, attempting to push by you to continue shoveling the manure on the dirt path.

You groan, throwing your arms up in anger as you turn to make your exit. You spot Sarah, making her way down the busy road, nodding in your direction.

“The full moon rises before nightfall.” Isaac muttered in the girl’s direction. A playful lilt in his soft spoken voice.

“A good night to enjoy the fruits of the land.” Sarah smirked. “Try to clean yourself before then.”

You snorted at that, looking back down at the horse droppings that your brother was scooping up. Sarah sent you a friendly wink before heading on her way.

Realizing that convincing your brother was no use, you decided to find some of the other kids - specifically the ones old enough to want to go to the ceremony.

“Excuse me, Sarah.” You quickly commented as you jogged by her, keeping an eye out for a mess of bright red hair.

You passed a few notable figures on your search for Constance, including the intimidating Alderman Goode and his drunken buddies. They didn’t spare you a glance, thankfully, as you continued on.

“(y/n)!” Somebody called. You rolled your eyes as you registered who the voice belonged to. “(y/n).” They repeated again as they caught up to you, matching your steady pace. “Have you seen my sister anywhere? She’s always so quick to run off.”

Abigail Berman.

“No, Abigail. I was just looking for her actually.” Personally, you were not a fan of the other Berman sister as she always made it a point to boss you and Constance around.

“-blind as a bat. Pastor Miller blind as a bat. Tried to read the Bible and his eyes went splat!”

Abigail groaned as she spotted the younger girl. “Why can’t she ever leave those children alone? They’re only learning to misbehave with her around.”

You didn’t speak, only watching as Constance goofed around with the kids. It was adorable, you admired that she had such a way with the younger children in town.

As you neared the group, Abigail split off to zero in on her sister. “Don’t be a brat, Constance!” She scolded, grabbing her arm harshly.

“Don’t be a shrew, Abigail.” Constance shot back, straightening her posture and arching a brow.

“Sarah!” Abigail changed the tone of her voice as Sarah approached. “The full moon rises before nightfall.”

“A good night to enjoy the fruits of the land.” Sarah replied.

“I’m coming too!” Constance smiled proudly.

“So am I!” You spoke up, “but don’t tell Isaac.”

“No, you’re not.” Abigail spoke to the both of you.

“I’ll tell mother.” Constance smirked, waiting for Abigail to think of a snarky reply.

“You tell mother and I’ll cut your braids right off your head.”

Constance rolled her eyes, breaking free from her overbearing sister’s grip and grabbing your hand. “I’ll get us to the party dear (y/n), don’t you worry.” She smiled kindly. The two of you intertwined fingers and ran off towards the church. When it wasn’t in session, you and the red head loved to just sit in the pews and talk. Mostly just paying each other compliments and gossiping.

Later that night, you two did successfully sneak into the gathering. You were both able to score a few sips of the wine without getting caught by either of your siblings - who both happened to be beside each other for most of the night.

“We should probably head back.” Constance spoke quietly. “There’s no way we’ll get our hands on those berries and without them we’ll be bored out of our minds.” She finished, nodding towards the group of kids sharing the few berries they were able to grab.

“I suppose you’re right.” You smiled. “Thank you for getting us out here. Older kids are boring.”

You both laughed at the statement. You eventually settled down into a comfortable silence, just staring into each other’s eyes. “Come on,” you bit your lip in thought. “Let’s head back.”

Both you and Constance hurried off towards the woods in the direction to town. “I hate these woods.” You commented quietly.

“Why? They’re pretty.” Constance questioned.

“Maybe during the day, but you never know what’s stalking about during the night hours-“ Before you were able to properly finish your sentence, you felt your body run straight into a stiff object.

Landing on your bum, you looked up only to meet eyes with Solomon Goode. The outcast of town.

“Woah, are you alright?” Constance hurried to lift you up by your arm as you continued to stare the man down.

“Sorry, mister.” You started, “I didn’t think you’d be out here at this time of night.” You squinted at him, a suspicious look crossing your features.

“No problem at all, (y/n).” Your eyes widened when you realized that he knew who you were. “But I must wonder what you two were doing out here all alone.”

“Please don’t tell my mom!” You hurried to spit out as you quickly brushed yourself off. “We just wanted to be like the big kids. It won’t happen again.”

Solomon snickered. “Run along now.”

You and Constance righted yourselves before dashing through the remaining part forest and back into the town square.

“That was strange.” Constance commented a few minutes after the encounter occurred.

“I know, but I just hope he doesn’t tell my parents about that. They would imprison me in my bedroom for life.” You giggled. Constance joined in, brushing off the funny feeling she had about the Goode man.

“(y/n)! Wake up!” The shrilling sound of your mother’s voice awoke you from your peaceful slumber.

With a groan, you were able to pull yourself out of your comfortable bed and rush downstairs in your white nightgown.

“Yes, mom?” You asked as you arrived in the kitchen.

“I need you to go next door to the Miller’s and see if their crops are doing any better than ours.” Before you could even ask what was the matter with the food, your mother pulled out a rotting carrot decorated with feasting maggots. “Everything is like this.”

“I’ll be right back.” You nodded, heading back upstairs to change and grab your satchel.

“If you see your brother out there, make sure to pass the word on. I don’t want you two to be eating any of this!” She yelled up the stairs.

When you left to head toward’s the Miller’s house, you were immediately overcome with the feeling of panic. Nearly everybody was surrounding the well, Mad Thomas splurting out some nonsense as a few of the men yanked at the rope.

“What’s going on?” You settled beside Lizzie, watching as the men struggled to pull the bucket up.

“Something’s got the bucket caught.” She shrugged, not too worried over the situation. “I’m sure it’s just jammed.”

“We’ve got it!” One of the men cheered as they quickly reeled the rope up. The drenched body of a dog appeared, attached to the rope by the neck. Everybody gasped, Mad Thomas spoke louder, his words heavier now.

You were quick to cover your eyes and let out a sudden sob at the sight. “I must go find my brother, excuse me.” You muttered to Lizzie, who watched on in worry as you made your exit.

Once your back was turned towards the scene, you were able to pull yourself together better. It must’ve just been a freak accident, nobody in town would’ve been cruel enough to do that.

“Isaac,” You sighed to yourself, thankful to see your brother out and about. He looked up at the sound of his name being called, pausing to take a night from the bright red apple in his hand. “Wait, don’t eat that!”

He took the bite, not registering what you said until a moment too late. “Yuck!” He spat out the bite, revealing the rotted inside of the fruit. “The hell?”

“All of the crops are like that, mom wanted me to go check with the Pastor and see if they were having the same difficulty.”

Isaac merely nodded, throwing the apple on the trail behind him in disgust. “Alright, I’m going to meet up with Abigail and Lizzie. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Your face dropped. You wanted to hang out with your big brother, so badly. “Alright.” You nodded, turning on your heel to head towards the Miller’s house. “Love you.”

Isaac grunted in response, sending you a fleeting smile before he continued on his merry way.

When you arrived at the Miller’s doorstep, you were quick to knock, hoping to get the encounter over with. Goody Miller wasn’t the kindest woman in town and you didn’t want to make it a point to spend long around her.

The door creaked open slowly, Hannah’s pale face appearing in the crack between the doorframe and the door. “Yes?”

“G’morning. I’m sorry to bother you, but my mom wanted me to ask about your crops. Ours aren’t doing too well and we wanted to know if it was just us or…” You trailed off, awkwardly picking at your fingernails.

“No, it’s not just yours.” She stated quickly. “Look, now is not a good time. My father isn’t feeling like himself, maybe you can come by later and we can talk more.”

“Alright.” You spoke slowly, “Sorry.”

Her chapped lips rose into a kind smile before closing the door. Strange. A smile lit up your face as you had a realization.

Dashing down the streets, hoping to run into the younger Berman sister, you ended up spotting her hanging around the younger kids again. They really were the best company you could get around here.

“Constance!” You shouted eagerly. Catching up to her, you made it a point to whisper into her ear, moving a few strands of bright red hair out of the way first. “Pastor Miller is ill, the church will be all ours today.” You smiled.

She squealed, perking up at the thought. “You kids run along now. (y/n) and I are going to be back in a bit.”

Once the kids were on their way, not very happily mind you, you and Constance were able to run off towards the small church. “This is so exciting.” She laughed.

You nodded, giggling as you pushed open the big doors to the church. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to you as they were all focused on the dead dog in the well.

The doors slammed shut, successfully scaring you. You jumped, falling into Constance with a squeal. She laughed at you, squeezing you close. “Don’t be so scared, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The both of you sat in a pew, her head resting on your shoulder, an arm around your waist. ‘Shit’ you thought, ‘I really like this girl.’

“Constance?”

“Yeah?” She lifted her head with a smile, looking up into your kind eyes.

You panicked. What were you supposed to say now? “I think something is wrong with me.”

She sat up fully now, showing you that you had her full attention. “What? Why would you think that? You’re perfect.”

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to confess to her. Share this secret part of yourself with her. “Because, I think I like you.” You spoke quickly, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“Don’t be silly, why would that mean there was something wrong with you? I like you too.”

Your head dropped, “No, like.. I like-like you..”

Constance lifted her head again, smiling like an idiot. “Then there must be something wrong with me too, because I like-like you also..”

The two of you just stared at each other in a content silence for a few moments before the church doors creaked open eerily.

“Where are we going Pastor Miller?” The voice of a child spoke as a group of people entered the small church. You and Constance turned towards the noise, noticing that the only people that walked in happened to be the Pastor and all of the children in town.

The Pastor didn’t say a thing as he led the kids down the aisle, instructing them to take a seat witha wave of his hand. The kids obeyed, Henry - Sarah’s little brother - making it a point to sit in the front, leaving all of the other kids to sit closer to the exit.

You and Constance didn’t say a word as you tried to gauge the situation.

“Now children, who would like to go first?” He finally spoke. His voice quiet, yet booming.

A few kids excitedly raised their hands, not knowing what they were volunteering for. They were jumping in their seats, smiling at the chance to please the Pastor.

“You.” Cyrus pointed towards a little girl a bit further in the back, using a sharpened hook to motion her towards him.

Minutes later, you and Constance found yourselves curled into each other in comfort. She stroked your hair and shushed your cries and she too shook in fear. “It’ll be alright, the other townsfolk will realize we’re missing and come looking for us.”

The dead bodies of multiple children sat all around the remaining living souls in the room. Some children cried, some were frozen in shock, all you could do was stare at the pile of eyeballs in the middle of the aisle.

“I want my brother.” You sobbed, realizing that you’d just witnessed one of your brother’s friends lose a sibling as Henry fell to the pew, blood dripping from where his eyes used to be.

“I know, I know..” Constance sobbed, kissing the top of your head. You both quickly realized that the two of you were now the last living kids in the room. Multiple children already tried to doors, realizing that Cyrus had locked them long before now.

Pastor Miller stalked closer and closer to the two of you. “Please, no!” You screamed, people outside must’ve heard the commotion as you heard a few bangs against the wooden door.

You clung to Constance like a lifeline as Cyrus grabbed your upper arm and tried to pry you off of her. “Don’t let him hurt me, please Constance!” You panicked.

Eventually, he ripped you off of her, ignoring both of your cries. “Isaac! Mom!” You cried in fear.

“Shh.. it’ll be alright, (y/n).” Constance tried to comfort you in your last moments. She had already accepted her fate.

She mouthed something to you before the Pastor had harshly turned you towards him. ‘I love you’.

The last thing you saw was the cruel face of Pastor Miller before your vision had gone dark, the last thing you heard was Constance’s helpless scream, and the last thought in your head was her smile. God, how you would miss it.

The door caved in as Solomon gave it one final thrust. He paused, realizing how silent the church was. It was a heavy silence, a scary silence.

“Keep everyone back.”

“Solomon, wait..” Sarah begged, Isaac beside her and frantic as ever.

“My sister is in there, please, let me in!” He pushed at the men standing guard.

Solomon stalked through the creaky aisle, noticing the still figured of the children. The rhythmic tapping noise of the Pastor’s hook against his wooden stand sped up as Solomon glanced at the pile of eye’s on the ground. “Cyrus..?”

His mumble of prayer got louder as Solomon connected the pieces of the puzzle, looking up at the Pastor in horror. The man raised his head, crimson blood dripping from his eye sockets.

Solomon’s eyes widened, he turned towards the left, looking towards two girls who seemed unmoving. Constance Berman, and (y/n)(l/n). Constance’s head was once again leaned onto her counterpart’s shoulder.

The door broke open, frantic family members searching for their children amongst the bloody mess.

“Isaac, Isaac I see them!” Abigail yelled towards her friend in relief. The two rushed over to the pew and kneeled down in front of their sisters. Isaac fell against the other pew in fright at the sight of his dead sister, her blood still fresh. Abigail screamed, embracing the red head as she shook.

Isaac’s hand ran down his sister’s face, he was frozen. Tears had started to run down his dirt caked face. “…(y/n)..?” He started meekly. The sounds of his mother’s sobs were heard before she even entered the church.

How could the town recover from something like this?

[callmebird]

YESSS ANGST I LIVEEE

ONLY YOU, MY GIRL,

ONLY YOU, BABE.

constance berman x reader

in which isaac’s little sister is caught by the possessed cyrus miller.

angst, gore, character death, fear street: 1666 spoilers. just kinda messed up, but follows the story line of 1666.

first off, this is long and idk how to do the whole ‘keep reading’ thing SO IM SORRY. also, I didn’t know how to like write the gory ass part so it may be a little all over the place. anyways, ily all!!

“Please, Isaac…” you begged your older brother. “I want to go so bad. I promise I’ll behave!”

“No, (y/n). You know the ceremony is only for big kids. No children allowed. This is the end of it.” Isaac dismissed his sister, attempting to push by you to continue shoveling the manure on the dirt path.

You groan, throwing your arms up in anger as you turn to make your exit. You spot Sarah, making her way down the busy road, nodding in your direction.

“The full moon rises before nightfall.” Isaac muttered in the girl’s direction. A playful lilt in his soft spoken voice.

“A good night to enjoy the fruits of the land.” Sarah smirked. “Try to clean yourself before then.”

You snorted at that, looking back down at the horse droppings that your brother was scooping up. Sarah sent you a friendly wink before heading on her way.

Realizing that convincing your brother was no use, you decided to find some of the other kids - specifically the ones old enough to want to go to the ceremony.

“Excuse me, Sarah.” You quickly commented as you jogged by her, keeping an eye out for a mess of bright red hair.

You passed a few notable figures on your search for Constance, including the intimidating Alderman Goode and his drunken buddies. They didn’t spare you a glance, thankfully, as you continued on.

“(y/n)!” Somebody called. You rolled your eyes as you registered who the voice belonged to. “(y/n).” They repeated again as they caught up to you, matching your steady pace. “Have you seen my sister anywhere? She’s always so quick to run off.”

Abigail Berman.

“No, Abigail. I was just looking for her actually.” Personally, you were not a fan of the other Berman sister as she always made it a point to boss you and Constance around.

“-blind as a bat. Pastor Miller blind as a bat. Tried to read the Bible and his eyes went splat!”

Abigail groaned as she spotted the younger girl. “Why can’t she ever leave those children alone? They’re only learning to misbehave with her around.”

You didn’t speak, only watching as Constance goofed around with the kids. It was adorable, you admired that she had such a way with the younger children in town.

As you neared the group, Abigail split off to zero in on her sister. “Don’t be a brat, Constance!” She scolded, grabbing her arm harshly.

“Don’t be a shrew, Abigail.” Constance shot back, straightening her posture and arching a brow.

“Sarah!” Abigail changed the tone of her voice as Sarah approached. “The full moon rises before nightfall.”

“A good night to enjoy the fruits of the land.” Sarah replied.

“I’m coming too!” Constance smiled proudly.

“So am I!” You spoke up, “but don’t tell Isaac.”

“No, you’re not.” Abigail spoke to the both of you.

“I’ll tell mother.” Constance smirked, waiting for Abigail to think of a snarky reply.

“You tell mother and I’ll cut your braids right off your head.”

Constance rolled her eyes, breaking free from her overbearing sister’s grip and grabbing your hand. “I’ll get us to the party dear (y/n), don’t you worry.” She smiled kindly. The two of you intertwined fingers and ran off towards the church. When it wasn’t in session, you and the red head loved to just sit in the pews and talk. Mostly just paying each other compliments and gossiping.

Later that night, you two did successfully sneak into the gathering. You were both able to score a few sips of the wine without getting caught by either of your siblings - who both happened to be beside each other for most of the night.

“We should probably head back.” Constance spoke quietly. “There’s no way we’ll get our hands on those berries and without them we’ll be bored out of our minds.” She finished, nodding towards the group of kids sharing the few berries they were able to grab.

“I suppose you’re right.” You smiled. “Thank you for getting us out here. Older kids are boring.”

You both laughed at the statement. You eventually settled down into a comfortable silence, just staring into each other’s eyes. “Come on,” you bit your lip in thought. “Let’s head back.”

Both you and Constance hurried off towards the woods in the direction to town. “I hate these woods.” You commented quietly.

“Why? They’re pretty.” Constance questioned.

“Maybe during the day, but you never know what’s stalking about during the night hours-“ Before you were able to properly finish your sentence, you felt your body run straight into a stiff object.

Landing on your bum, you looked up only to meet eyes with Solomon Goode. The outcast of town.

“Woah, are you alright?” Constance hurried to lift you up by your arm as you continued to stare the man down.

“Sorry, mister.” You started, “I didn’t think you’d be out here at this time of night.” You squinted at him, a suspicious look crossing your features.

“No problem at all, (y/n).” Your eyes widened when you realized that he knew who you were. “But I must wonder what you two were doing out here all alone.”

“Please don’t tell my mom!” You hurried to spit out as you quickly brushed yourself off. “We just wanted to be like the big kids. It won’t happen again.”

Solomon snickered. “Run along now.”

You and Constance righted yourselves before dashing through the remaining part forest and back into the town square.

“That was strange.” Constance commented a few minutes after the encounter occurred.

“I know, but I just hope he doesn’t tell my parents about that. They would imprison me in my bedroom for life.” You giggled. Constance joined in, brushing off the funny feeling she had about the Goode man.

“(y/n)! Wake up!” The shrilling sound of your mother’s voice awoke you from your peaceful slumber.

With a groan, you were able to pull yourself out of your comfortable bed and rush downstairs in your white nightgown.

“Yes, mom?” You asked as you arrived in the kitchen.

“I need you to go next door to the Miller’s and see if their crops are doing any better than ours.” Before you could even ask what was the matter with the food, your mother pulled out a rotting carrot decorated with feasting maggots. “Everything is like this.”

“I’ll be right back.” You nodded, heading back upstairs to change and grab your satchel.

“If you see your brother out there, make sure to pass the word on. I don’t want you two to be eating any of this!” She yelled up the stairs.

When you left to head toward’s the Miller’s house, you were immediately overcome with the feeling of panic. Nearly everybody was surrounding the well, Mad Thomas splurting out some nonsense as a few of the men yanked at the rope.

“What’s going on?” You settled beside Lizzie, watching as the men struggled to pull the bucket up.

“Something’s got the bucket caught.” She shrugged, not too worried over the situation. “I’m sure it’s just jammed.”

“We’ve got it!” One of the men cheered as they quickly reeled the rope up. The drenched body of a dog appeared, attached to the rope by the neck. Everybody gasped, Mad Thomas spoke louder, his words heavier now.

You were quick to cover your eyes and let out a sudden sob at the sight. “I must go find my brother, excuse me.” You muttered to Lizzie, who watched on in worry as you made your exit.

Once your back was turned towards the scene, you were able to pull yourself together better. It must’ve just been a freak accident, nobody in town would’ve been cruel enough to do that.

“Isaac,” You sighed to yourself, thankful to see your brother out and about. He looked up at the sound of his name being called, pausing to take a night from the bright red apple in his hand. “Wait, don’t eat that!”

He took the bite, not registering what you said until a moment too late. “Yuck!” He spat out the bite, revealing the rotted inside of the fruit. “The hell?”

“All of the crops are like that, mom wanted me to go check with the Pastor and see if they were having the same difficulty.”

Isaac merely nodded, throwing the apple on the trail behind him in disgust. “Alright, I’m going to meet up with Abigail and Lizzie. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Your face dropped. You wanted to hang out with your big brother, so badly. “Alright.” You nodded, turning on your heel to head towards the Miller’s house. “Love you.”

Isaac grunted in response, sending you a fleeting smile before he continued on his merry way.

When you arrived at the Miller’s doorstep, you were quick to knock, hoping to get the encounter over with. Goody Miller wasn’t the kindest woman in town and you didn’t want to make it a point to spend long around her.

The door creaked open slowly, Hannah’s pale face appearing in the crack between the doorframe and the door. “Yes?”

“G’morning. I’m sorry to bother you, but my mom wanted me to ask about your crops. Ours aren’t doing too well and we wanted to know if it was just us or…” You trailed off, awkwardly picking at your fingernails.

“No, it’s not just yours.” She stated quickly. “Look, now is not a good time. My father isn’t feeling like himself, maybe you can come by later and we can talk more.”

“Alright.” You spoke slowly, “Sorry.”

Her chapped lips rose into a kind smile before closing the door. Strange. A smile lit up your face as you had a realization.

Dashing down the streets, hoping to run into the younger Berman sister, you ended up spotting her hanging around the younger kids again. They really were the best company you could get around here.

“Constance!” You shouted eagerly. Catching up to her, you made it a point to whisper into her ear, moving a few strands of bright red hair out of the way first. “Pastor Miller is ill, the church will be all ours today.” You smiled.

She squealed, perking up at the thought. “You kids run along now. (y/n) and I are going to be back in a bit.”

Once the kids were on their way, not very happily mind you, you and Constance were able to run off towards the small church. “This is so exciting.” She laughed.

You nodded, giggling as you pushed open the big doors to the church. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to you as they were all focused on the dead dog in the well.

The doors slammed shut, successfully scaring you. You jumped, falling into Constance with a squeal. She laughed at you, squeezing you close. “Don’t be so scared, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The both of you sat in a pew, her head resting on your shoulder, an arm around your waist. ‘Shit’ you thought, ‘I really like this girl.’

“Constance?”

“Yeah?” She lifted her head with a smile, looking up into your kind eyes.

You panicked. What were you supposed to say now? “I think something is wrong with me.”

She sat up fully now, showing you that you had her full attention. “What? Why would you think that? You’re perfect.”

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to confess to her. Share this secret part of yourself with her. “Because, I think I like you.” You spoke quickly, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“Don’t be silly, why would that mean there was something wrong with you? I like you too.”

Your head dropped, “No, like.. I like-like you..”

Constance lifted her head again, smiling like an idiot. “Then there must be something wrong with me too, because I like-like you also..”

The two of you just stared at each other in a content silence for a few moments before the church doors creaked open eerily.

“Where are we going Pastor Miller?” The voice of a child spoke as a group of people entered the small church. You and Constance turned towards the noise, noticing that the only people that walked in happened to be the Pastor and all of the children in town.

The Pastor didn’t say a thing as he led the kids down the aisle, instructing them to take a seat witha wave of his hand. The kids obeyed, Henry - Sarah’s little brother - making it a point to sit in the front, leaving all of the other kids to sit closer to the exit.

You and Constance didn’t say a word as you tried to gauge the situation.

“Now children, who would like to go first?” He finally spoke. His voice quiet, yet booming.

A few kids excitedly raised their hands, not knowing what they were volunteering for. They were jumping in their seats, smiling at the chance to please the Pastor.

“You.” Cyrus pointed towards a little girl a bit further in the back, using a sharpened hook to motion her towards him.

Minutes later, you and Constance found yourselves curled into each other in comfort. She stroked your hair and shushed your cries and she too shook in fear. “It’ll be alright, the other townsfolk will realize we’re missing and come looking for us.”

The dead bodies of multiple children sat all around the remaining living souls in the room. Some children cried, some were frozen in shock, all you could do was stare at the pile of eyeballs in the middle of the aisle.

“I want my brother.” You sobbed, realizing that you’d just witnessed one of your brother’s friends lose a sibling as Henry fell to the pew, blood dripping from where his eyes used to be.

“I know, I know..” Constance sobbed, kissing the top of your head. You both quickly realized that the two of you were now the last living kids in the room. Multiple children already tried to doors, realizing that Cyrus had locked them long before now.

Pastor Miller stalked closer and closer to the two of you. “Please, no!” You screamed, people outside must’ve heard the commotion as you heard a few bangs against the wooden door.

You clung to Constance like a lifeline as Cyrus grabbed your upper arm and tried to pry you off of her. “Don’t let him hurt me, please Constance!” You panicked.

Eventually, he ripped you off of her, ignoring both of your cries. “Isaac! Mom!” You cried in fear.

“Shh.. it’ll be alright, (y/n).” Constance tried to comfort you in your last moments. She had already accepted her fate.

She mouthed something to you before the Pastor had harshly turned you towards him. ‘I love you’.

The last thing you saw was the cruel face of Pastor Miller before your vision had gone dark, the last thing you heard was Constance’s helpless scream, and the last thought in your head was her smile. God, how you would miss it.

The door caved in as Solomon gave it one final thrust. He paused, realizing how silent the church was. It was a heavy silence, a scary silence.

“Keep everyone back.”

“Solomon, wait..” Sarah begged, Isaac beside her and frantic as ever.

“My sister is in there, please, let me in!” He pushed at the men standing guard.

Solomon stalked through the creaky aisle, noticing the still figured of the children. The rhythmic tapping noise of the Pastor’s hook against his wooden stand sped up as Solomon glanced at the pile of eye’s on the ground. “Cyrus..?”

His mumble of prayer got louder as Solomon connected the pieces of the puzzle, looking up at the Pastor in horror. The man raised his head, crimson blood dripping from his eye sockets.

Solomon’s eyes widened, he turned towards the left, looking towards two girls who seemed unmoving. Constance Berman, and (y/n)(l/n). Constance’s head was once again leaned onto her counterpart’s shoulder.

The door broke open, frantic family members searching for their children amongst the bloody mess.

“Isaac, Isaac I see them!” Abigail yelled towards her friend in relief. The two rushed over to the pew and kneeled down in front of their sisters. Isaac fell against the other pew in fright at the sight of his dead sister, her blood still fresh. Abigail screamed, embracing the red head as she shook.

Isaac’s hand ran down his sister’s face, he was frozen. Tears had started to run down his dirt caked face. “…(y/n)..?” He started meekly. The sounds of his mother’s sobs were heard before she even entered the church.

How could the town recover from something like this?