Slasher Bish

I write fanfics for slashers. More stories on Wattpad under same name. Age 23

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Requests are open

Hi! I'd like to announce that I will happily take requests for slasher x readers! This includes creepypastas. I do not currently write NSFW though and won't do topics that have to do with grape.

Any slasher I don't know well will take a little longer because I will watch the movie/show and do some research.

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tarantulas and bugs

Asa Emory imagine

You were the latest to be chosen by the collector. You woke up in a red chest.

The chests are all old. They all look like they are barely holding together. You push against the lid and the clasp keeping it closed gives out

Asa sees this on the security cameras and quickly goes to the surgery room.

He is prepared to deal with his victim to be trying to escape, but that doesn’t happen. 

After climbing out of the chest you see the shelves with jars of live tarantula’s. 

You LOVE these fuzzy arachnids. 

So naturally you completely disregard the fact that you’re being held captive by a serial killer and go over to hold one of the tarantulas.

Asa walks in to see his victim baby talking to a tarantula that they’re holding. 

You don’t hear him come in until he steps on to the shiny floors. 

The Collector once again prepared himself for them to try to run or have eyes full of fear and once again this didn’t happen

Oh no you weren’t scared, you were livid. “How dare you keep these beautiful babies in tiny glass jars!?!?” you nearly yell. “Entomologist my ass”

This takes Asa aback. 

He smiles under his mask. 

You start to ramble about what the correct enclosure and husbandry would be. 

Oh it made his heart flutter. Someone who likes arachnids and hopefully insects as well. 

“Why the fuck are you staring” you say.

“I think I’ll keep you” He replied 

“Only if you get better enclosures or I’ll have to kill you and give these darlings a proper home” You snapped back. 

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Please send slasher requests

Hi Hello my life is extremely hectic right now and writing is my main outlet at the moment. Please Please Please send requests. I write for any slasher, if I don't know them I will study them! it can also be any prompt slasher or not. I also think that by doing more requests I'll improve my writing! I don't write NSFW though cause idk how the hell to write it lol

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An Old Friend Named Death

tw for death. I hope you enjoy it.

The time had come. She saw the blurry figure of a cloaked person standing near her bed. With every passing moment the shadow grew more defined. Every moment she was getting closer to dying. She chuckled at the thought that at the ripe old age of 30 she would be leaving the earth forever. The woman was no stranger to Death. No, no she had been very familiar with him from a young age. Throughout her life she watched friends and family die. With a sniffle she looked out the window at the evening glow illuminating the Wisteria that had climbed the walls for years. Memories both happy and sad flooded her mind. Images from throughout her life flashed like a slideshow. 

After a few moments the woman looked back at the now almost clear image of a cloaked man. “It’s time my dear” He said calmly knowing that dying can be quite jarring. She responded with a small nod. Death reached out to her with a pale thin hand. Her own hand took the outstretched hand and gently stood. 

“It’s nice to see you again old friend” Her voice sweetly said as he helped her stand up. He tilted his head curiously. “Are you not afraid my dear?” He asked with a handsome voice. A soft chuckle resonated from her voice. “Of course not. I’ve met you many times and not once have I been frightened. I knew it was finally my time. I’m at peace and I’m happy that I don’t have to walk to the afterlife alone, you’re here to walk with me.” She replied. 

Death smiled gently in the shadow of his cloaked face. He was sad that it was her time but glad to escort someone who was neither frightened or sad. It was rare that someone understood his intentions were only to help those who had passed and nothing more. It could be lonely navigating the afterlife and he simply wanted to make them feel more at peace. 

The two walked making joyful small talk with the occasional chuckle or laugh until the early morning light fell upon the wisteria flowers and it was time for her to fully cross over.

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Billy x gn reader Death in the Family

In this, all the slashers exist to some extent including Danny as his iteration of Ghostface. I wrote this as a way to distract myself from anxiety so it's not my best work. I hope you enjoy it!

Death in the Family

He hadn’t come out of his room since it happened. (Y/N) was getting worried, they understood that he would need time alone and time to grieve. It had been two weeks though. Two weeks where he had only come out for food. Two weeks where he refused to see his significant other.

Stu’s tragic death had hit Billy harder than he ever thought it would. He had never thought that the wisecracking funny man would leave such a large void in his heart. He sat on his bed holding his dear friends mask. It still had Stu’s blood on it. Memories came flooding back of a victim they thought was dead hitting Stu in the back of the head with a hammer. The sound of his body hitting the ground rang through his head. He saw red in that moment and eviscerated the person. He and (y/n) held a small private funeral with some other slashers in a quiet hidden place. The public couldn’t know that Stu had been one of the Ghostface killers. Stu would’ve loved to know the Haddonfield Shape, Michael Myers came to his funeral. 

 He ouldn’t help but think about if he had been quicker or smarter or something, anything that would’ve kept him alive. He blamed himself. (y/n) knocked on the door hoping that they could come in. “Go Away!” Billy yelled shakily. 

Another week went by and that’s when (y/n) decided to call in reinforcements. They called Danny and Hannibal. They knew very well that Hannibal would help Billy since he was a psychologist and that Danny would maybe be able to convince Billy to go out on a hunt with him for one of his latest victims. Dr. Hannibal walked right into the room and shut the door behind him. 

“Damn really thought THE Hannibal would be a bit more talkative.” Danny said to (y/n). They smiled a little before replying “He’s here to see Billy not you. I don’t think any amount of therapy could help you.” Danny feined hurt at their words.

After about an hour Hannibal walked into the living room with a sullen Billy. Both of the men sat down with Danny and (y/n). (Y/N) moved to sit on Billy’s lap. He quickly pulled them close as if he needed to feel their weight and warmth. “Hey uh Billy wanna join me on a hunt? It might help to feel a victims blood on your hands again!” Danny asked hoping that it’s cheer his friend up and not upset him further. Billy glanced at Dr Lecter before answering. The doctor gave him a slight nod as if giving him some sort of unspoken encouragement.

“I guess I’ll go. But if you pull any stupid shit I’m coming right home.” Billy replied finally, Danny fist pumped the air in victory. 

“First let me have some boyfriend time” (y/n) spoke up. The two guests understood and walked to the kitchen where Danny proceeded to raid the fridge. (Y/N) turned to their partner gently holding his face. “Please don’t hide away again. I know it hurts, I cared deeply about him too but please please come to me more so I can help.” (y/n) pleaded. Billy nodded “I will I promise. I’m sorry for being so distant. You better not die on me too. You die and not even Danny’s stupidity will help.” Billy replied nuzzling into his partners chest. 

Bonus:

Billy was suited up and ready to go on a hunt with Danny. Hannibal had agreed to stay for a few days to continue to help Billy. Danny would later that night decide to stay for a few days because of the free food. 

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Still alive

I promise I'm not dead just dealing with a family death. I promise there are more chapters to Wrong House on the way. I have them partially fleshed out and just need to add detail. I hope you're all doing better than I am!

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Can you do something really fluffy? I mean like gonna have to go to the dentist type fluff. As for the slasher either Vincent Sinclair or if you don't write for him then your fav slasher. -🐓

I too don't like the dentist. I love Vincent so much! He's one of my favorite slashers. You didn't specify gender so I'm going with gender-neutral pronouns. I'm not really used to writing fluff so I hope this is good! I promise that if I ever don't know a slasher I will happily watch and research their source so I can write them!

Dentist

(y/n) had lived with the Sinclair brothers for a while now in the little ghost town of Ambrose. They had come across the small town while trying to get as far away from their old life as possible. At first Bo wanted to kill them quickly but then (y/n) stumbled across his twin and took a liking to Vincent. It had been a long time since the boys had someone that didn’t mind their lifestyle. 

(y/n) often went into the nearby town with Lester to get basic needs. Lester often found them lost in thought at the local coffee shop, their (e/c) eyes focused on some pretty flowers and a soft smile graced their lips. 

On this particular day out Lester noticed that (y/n) had winced a little when eating a piece of candy from their little candy bag from the sweets shop. He made a mental note to let Vincent know. Vincent was very aware of his partners health and always pushed them to do what would be best. He would never accompany his partner though do to his fear of people seeing him, seeing his face. “That seems kinda painful (y/n)” Lester said casually. It made (y/n) stop mid chew and shake their head. 

“No, no no it’s fine. I’m fine I promise. I uh just bit my cheek is all” They replied clearly not wanting Lester to think they needed any help. The moment the truck pulled up to the house they jumped up and quickly thanked Lester before running to Vincents workshop. 

“Vinny I’m home!” (y/n) called out “I brought candy!” A few moments later Vincent came from around a corner holding a small wax figure he’d been working on. They smiled brightly at their partner. Vincent still didn’t fully understand why this work of art of a human could love him with his scars. He didn’t understand how they could be so happy to see him, a monster, a killer. 

Like always they pranced up to Vincent giving him a kiss on the cheek and handing him a sweet. “The sweet shop in town got some new candy in so I thought I’d bring some home. Don’t tell Bo though, he’ll just eat it all” they giggled handing their partner some sweets. 

Upstairs Lester was telling Bo how everytime (y/n) would eat something sweet today they’d wince as if it hurt. “Damn it they probably got themselves a cavity. They’ll have to go into town to see that dentist guy dr. uh whats his face.” Bo said slightly annoyed throwing his hat on the table. 

“Oh I don’t think it’s none their fault Bo. Candy ouchies sneak upon ya.” Lester said a little worriedly trying to calm his brother down knowing that (y/n) didn’t like when people yelled. 

“Yeah yeah” Bo said opening the door that led down to the tunnels aand the workshop. He yelled “(Y/n) you’re goin to the fucken dentist! No fucken excuses!” That made (y/n) flinch visibly. “You don’t gotta be so harsh ya know. They don’t like no yellin” Lester scolded.

Down in the workshop Vincent tilted his head questioningly, wondering why his brother yelled what he did. (y/n) looked at Vincent with big eyes. They hated the dentist, that place was nothing but pain and bad memories. Their (e/c) eyes were tearing up at the thought of going to that cursed place. 

“No please I hate the dentist. It’s just a little pain. It’ll go away, I’m sure of it” They tried to bargin with their boyfriend. Vincent held them close stroking their hair comfortingly. He can understand the fear of places but he also knows that it’s important for them to go get the problem fixed. He picked up their crying form and sat on the bed. They clung to him as if their life depended on it. “Please don’t make me go” they pleaded. Vincent grabbed some paper and a pen. He wrote ‘I know it’s scary but I’ll make Bo and Lester go with you. Please go for me? I can’t stand to see the person I love most in pain.’ 

Sniffling they read the message and shook their head. “Bo will yell at me” 

He wrote ‘Even when he’s mad he cares about you. He won’t let anything bad happen at the dentist since I can’t go. I love you and I’ll make lots of little wax figures for you when you get back.’ They smiled a little, vincent knew how much they love those small figures, they had been putting them all over their shared room.

“I..I guess I can try but if Bo yells at me even once I’m going straight home or I’ll give him a makeover” They said. Vincent wrote one word on the paper ‘deal’ 

That night the couple spent their time cuddling and watching old movies like Whatever Happened to Baby Jane and thinking of sweets they could try once (y/n) was all better. 

Bonus:

Bo had his arms crossed very clearly annoyed as (y/n) gave him a makeover. He had yelled a little after the dentist visit because they kept groaning at the dull pain from the procedure. He mumbled under his breath as he put up with the new feeling of makeup on his face. Lester couldn’t help but laugh and smile at his normally harsh brother. Vincent held up a piece of paper that said “You look great!” on it. 

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never really thought I'd post my stories online. So far it's been a great experience!

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Wrong House 2 (Billy Loomis x Reader)

Part 2

Time kept on ticking by. The woman shut her book with a small huff. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 4 in the morning and the man on her bed was still out cold. “Do I sit here and stare, pour water on him, or clean the blood around my house?” She asked herself. Pouring water on the stranger was tempting but she thought better of it. She then pouted knowing that the now dried blood needed to be cleaned before someone caught a glimpse through a window. The woman pulled her hair into a ponytail as she stood up. “Well you sure aren’t going to clean the mess up are you?” She jokingly asked the unconscious man. 

About an hour had passed when and she had managed to clean most of the blood trail. She wiped a few beads of sweat from her (s/c) brow. Before making her way back to the bedroom she made sure to put the cleaning supplies away.

Early dawn light had started to peak through the thin (f/c) drapes drawn over the windows in the bedroom. Sighing to herself the young woman gently lifted the gauze to check the wound and clean it. As she pressed the cold wet cotton ball to the stitched wound the man awoke with a start. He sat up fast reaching for a knife that had long been thrown into the kitchen sink. 

“Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you in my house?!” Billy nearly yelled aggressively. 

“Your house? Look around, you are in MY house. Lay down you’ll rip your stitches.” She replied, gently yet sternly pushing him back down to the bed. His breathing was panicked as he took in his surroundings. “ My name is (y/n) and last night I watched you break in and drag your bloody self to my bedroom and collapse on MY bed. You’re lucky I’m no stranger to dealing with stab wounds.” (y/n) said. She flicked his forehead as he tried to sit up again. “You rip those stitches and I’ll bury you in my backyard.” She said with a straight face that slightly worried the young man. Getting the idea he laid back down without any argument. 

“No cops. Names Billy by the way. Do you always take in potential murderers?” He told his caretaker. 

“No shit no cops. You think I want those assholes snooping around? I don’t usually take in murderers but you would’ve died If I hadn’t and I doubt you’d want to be dumped at the emergency room.” She retorted. Billy sighed in relief, at least he didn’t have to worry about going to prison. 

“Yeah that woulda been bad. Where did my knife go?” He asked hesitantly. He really hoped that he didn’t just out himself as a killer, Billy knows that the knife would’ve been caked in blood last night. He hadn’t had time to clean it when he was running away from the crime scene bleeding. 

“You take terrible care of that thing. It’s in the kitchen sink and it’ll stay there until I clean it. You are going to stay in this bed.” Her voice was stern. She knew he was itching to get out of here but she also knew that he’d probably bleed out if he left. 

[wybiesworld]

“My child is fine”

Your child is in love with people who want to burn down the world, eat people, kill people and just straight up fictional characters

I’m talking about me

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Wrong House (Billy Loomis x fem Reader)

Part 1

"fuck" Billy cursed under his breath as he clutched his bleeding side. His victim had stabbed him before he managed to kill them. Now he's stumbling through the moonlit streets trying to get home before he bleeds out. Billy knew that he needed to get home soon as his vision started to blur. He climbed in through an open window of a house that he had assumed was his. It was not. He stumbled clumsily through the house to a bedroom and collapsed on the bed. As his head hit the bed he passed out. 

                A young woman, who happened to be the owner of the house, watched in silent shock at the man who just climbed into her open window, walked to her bedroom, and passed out on her bed. The tub of ice cream she had been eating out of was still in her hands and the spoon was still in her mouth. 'What the actual fuck' she thought. That's when she noticed the rather alarming amount of blood that had trailed behind the stranger. 

                 As if on instinct she sprung into action. She nearly threw the tub of ice cream and spoon on the table as she hurried to grab the first aid kit in her house. The woman flicked on the light in the bedroom and rushed to the paling man. She swiftly cut away the black cloak he wore to gain access to the wound. "God damn that looks nasty" She hissed. The (h/c) woman cleaned the wound being careful to not cause more damage. She then stitched the gaping wound closed and cleaned it again before putting gauze over the stitches. Billy flinched from time to time from the stitches being placed but didn't wake up. 

              The woman could only hope that he hadn't lost so much blood that he wouldn't wake up. She had noticed the bloodied knife sitting in a holster on his hip and decided that he probably wouldn't want to be taken to a hospital. She grabbed her favorite book and sat in the chair across the bed. "Might as well read while I wait for this idiot to wake up" She said.

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Chromeskull x Reader

Chromeskull x gn reader

Contains spoiler for first laid to rest movie

Bold text is texting and signing

Oh and Preston is alive in this

  Crimson droplets of blood painted his shiny mask as  he rammed one of his twin hunting knives into the chest ofhis latest piggy. He listened to the final gurling breaths that his victim took before the light in her eyes  vanished. Chromeskull cleaned the blade on the corpses shirt before turning the camera on his shoulder off. The glint of his chrome skull mask in th moons pale glow gave the illusion that he wasn’t human.

 “Job is done. Will stop by organization before heading home.’ He texted to his assistant Spann. The woman named Spann sighed at the message that popped up on her phone. “He’s coming back now” was all she said to a nervous looking Preston. All Preston could say was “oh fuck”.

Jesse got into his black car after sending the text. He drove through the night wanting to get to the office quickly so he could return home to his dear (y/n). In the early morning hours he pulled into the parking lot of a large warehouse. The offices of the organization were tucke away in the unassuming building. 

Once in his office the rather large man sat at his desk to finish any paper work that needed to be done. Soon after Spann and Preston walked in. The normally cocky man stood slightly behind Spann and his face projected the worry he felt inside. Spann on the other hand had her normal emotionless face, she was not an easy person to read. 

“What is wrong?” Said Jesse’s text to speech on his phone. He had practically smelled the fear seeping from his underling. 

“You know how you tasked us with with watching over you partner while you were away but told us to keep our distance so they would’t be suspicious?” Preston answered quickly. “What did you do Preston?” The voice from Chromeskulls phone spoke again. The underling looked offended “I didn’t do anything. Why assume it was me?” Preston asked. 

“Sir surprisingly Preston didn’t do anything this time. Your partner, (y/n) knows” Spann spoke up sure that if she didn’t that her boss would kill preston. As much as she wanted to see that she had to admit that being able to push paper work off on Preston when she didn’t want to do it was useful. 

Mr. Cromeans slammed his hands down on the desk. Spann didn’t react to the violent outburst unlike Preston who may as well have jumped out of his skin. The large boss man put his mask away and stormed out of his office. Everyone in his way moved as he oozed anger. Once back in his car he let his fear shine through. The killer was scared. He needed to see his (y/n) as soon as possible. His last significant other had found out what he did for a living and she committed suicide right after, not being able to handle the idea that her gentle giant had a murderous side. 

Thoughts overwhelmed the drive home. What if they don’t want to see me? What if they’ve left already? What if they’re scared of me now? What if they went to the cops already? These thoughts raced in his head making the entire drive a blur. He parked in the driveway and let out a shaking breath. More anxious thoughts flooded in his mind like a raging river as he looked in the rearview mirror at his disfigured face. After a few moments he managed to talk himself into going into his house. He didn’t even remember walking up to the front door until he heard the click of it opening. Jesse took a deep breath pushing it open. The house was silent. He prepared for the worst. His chest ached as he walked into the dining room to find papers scattered on the table. They were files on him and his work, there were also graphic pictures of his films. Jesse’s heart drops, he can hear nothing but the sound of his own pounding heart. 

“I read through all of it…that is some very dark things…” A soft voice came from behind him. It was the voice of his beloved (y/n). Jesse couldn’t bring himself to turn around, not yet. He didn’t want to see the fear and despair that he assumed would be written on their face. Jesse would never see that though. The next words out of his partners mouth perplexed him. “I was worried. When were you going to tell me? I was starting to think all these business trips were really just for cheating.”

Jesse nearly gave himself whiplash from turning so fast. A smirk was plastered on their face. “You’re not scared of me or angry?” He signed wanting to know why. 

“Scared of you? You might be a serial killer but you’re a teddy bear to me. I’m only angry that you didn’t tell me sooner. I’m also relieved that you weren’t cheating.” (y/n) replied. 

“You are weird” He signed. He had no idea how his partner was taking this so well. 

“Says the man kills for a living” They smiled a genuine smile but it disappeared quickly. “I did think that maybe someone had sent them because they were trying to hurt you or worse. The thought of losing you is what scared the crap out of me.” (y/n) started to gather the pages that were on the table and walked into the living room. Chromeskull followed closely behind curious as to what was going to happen. “We should probably step up our ‘normal’ life image. You know it’s kinda cold in here” Their gentle voiced said. Jesse signed back a simple cold? The house wasn’t even slightly cold. (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes rolled at his cluelessness and placed the papers in the fireplace before setting them aflame. 

His significant other smiled a warm smile at him gently placing a hand on either side of his face bringing him down for a loving kiss. The killer happily returned the affection wrapping his arms around their waist. The two came up for air after a few moments. “I love you Jesse Cromeans. No more secrets okay?” He could only nod and kiss their nose in return not wanting to let them go. “That includes having your coworkers stalk me when you’re away.” They said catching the killer off guard making him back up a step. You knew they were there? 

“Of course I did. They aren’t exactly the best at it. Invite them for dinner. I want to meet them.” (y/n) replied casually. The thought of Preston being in his home made him cringe. Now that could be a disaster.