Dumb Blonde!
Wes x Reader Drabble
Warnings: Violence, Threats of Violence, Threats of Rape, Slut-Shaming, Misogyny, Reader uses She/Her Pronouns, No actual Smut
You’re the resident actress among the Millwood Massacre survivors, and have your vanity challenged when you finally face your Final Girl Test.
“Oh, God…” The words trailed off my tongue as I took in the sight before me, a chapel decorated with rows of horrifying masks on planks. The sight left me sick to my stomach, a fear building within. The fear I felt when I had been locked in the confession booth was nothing compared to this.
I knew I had to run, scream, flee, whatever, but my body didn’t seem to want to cooperate. I wasn’t like Imogen or Faran, I didn’t have an inner strength that went on for miles - I was just a shallow theatre kid.
My hand slowly left my mouth as I stumbled backwards, screaming inwardly at myself to run. My ill-planned means of escape were thwarted when my back hit something cold and hard behind me. I spun around in shock, gasping desperately as I found Archie Waters standing before me. I had never been so close to him, to seeing the mask, and bile threatened to spill out of me as I shuffled backwards, hands desperately reaching for a means of self-defence that didn’t exist.
“Get the fucking way of me!” I suddenly gripped a piece of a bench beside me, that ripped away with a shocking easiness. “I’ll fucking kill you!” My threats were a clear juxtaposition to the tears now freely running down my face. It was clear to both of us that I wasn’t capable of defending myself, never mind killing someone.
However hopeless I felt, it increased tenfold when the doors at the end of the church suddenly swung open, to reveal multiple men in horrifying masks swarm in, led by Bloody Rose. “No, no…” I sobbed quietly, continuing my walk backwards, my eyes beginning to burn from how much they were popping out of my skull in shock. “Please, just stay back!”
I tried desperately to think of a way to escape, to prove myself a final girl just like the rest of the group. My eyes desperately scanned the building for a means of escape, as the silent Archie tilted his head, now standing before his allies. The image of him surrounded by his peers made it clear to me that I was all alone in this, and only I could save myself. The sudden rush of survival instincts led to my eyes landing on the giant stained-glass windows, and despite not knowing what floor we were on, I took off without hesitation.
My lungs burned as I ran at full speed towards my potential doom, the sound of deafening footsteps echoing behind me. I reached out desperately for the escape when suddenly, masculine hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards harshly, sending both me and my assailant to the floor.
My head hit the floor with a bang, and for a moment, I could taste blood. The world tilted on its axis as I tried to sit back up, but something I couldn’t quite pin struck me across the face, my face erupting in pain. My dizziness was staggering, and I could only dumbly look up at the figures standing above me as my vision cleared.
The sudden realisation it was Archie Waters and Bloody Rose standing side by side, sent me clumsily reaching for the wood I had dropped - only for my efforts to be foiled by the boogeyman himself stepping onto my hand, causing a sickening crunch. “FUCK! Fucking fuck!” I wailed desperately, my words coming out a spluttering mess as I cradled my limp hand.
“Why?!” My question was even a surprise to myself, my entire body burning in agony as I managed to sit up. “Why are you doing this, you sick fucks?!”
My breath caught in my throat as Archie suddenly reached towards his mask, and pulled it backwards to reveal - Wes. Tabby’s micro-aggressive, misogynistic manager at the Orpheum. I stared in disbelief as memories of our previous encounters raced back to me. His flirty yet inappropriate remarks, his offers of casting me in a movie, his lingering glances.
“Because, gorgeous, before there can be a final girl…” Wes reached into his pocket, and I flinched, assuming the worst. When he pulled out a camera, my fears were proven right. “The dumb slut has to die.” My face flushed a dark red, blushing in embarrassment at his words - at the entire situation.
I shook my head, trying to make sense of what was happening. “But this is…this is my final girl test.”
He scoffed with delight, his eyes twinkling in amusement. “You don’t have what it takes to be a final girl. That’s as clear as day.” I swallowed nervously, plagued with memories of being overlooked to play the main character in Tabby’s many short films, despite being the only one with acting experience among our friend group.
“Final girls are a beacon of light, of innocence. They overcome their ordeal because they are good, pretty, little virgins.” His hand that held the knife suddenly pointed it at me, close enough to send a shiver down my spine. “But you’re vain and shallow.” Wes crouched down suddenly, his face mere inches away from my own. “And everyone knows you’ve spread your legs for half the guys in this town.”
I flinched at his words, my mouth turning dry. “That’s not true, I’m-“ My words were cut short when suddenly the knife was pushed onto my cheek, moments away from being deep enough to draw blood.
He continued his misogynistic monologue, staring into my undoubtedly fear-filled eyes. “Basically every guy but me - and God knows, I’ve given you plenty of chances.” He began to drag the knife downwards to my chin, a silent threat that he could kill me and not break a sweat. “It’s always the biggest sluts who act high and mighty.”
“But despite that, really, I’m giving you what you always wanted.” I blinked in confusion, as he drew the weapon away and stood up. Wes titled his head once again, though, without the mask, his smirk was clear as day. “You’re going to be the star of your very own movie.”
He held the knife up, the weapon glinting from the moonlight leaking through the windows. “And princess, this won’t be the only thing I stick in you tonight.”
also if literally anyone is interested i might turn this into a full oneshot or a series. idk. really into this loser rn