(She/her)(swf) I was writing it for hour and it didnt save tnere is a lot of dialogue this color is slasher talking and this one is s/o. Its mostly written for fun Request open
Thomas Hewitt
P r o t e c t
He is triple cousious with his victims now! He would not forgive himself if one of them hurt her! And I dont thinl s/o likes gore so dont go near basement hon pls
*tommy vibing outside* "Uhhh Tommy? Theres some guy in livingroom" 🤨😨
Even tho she is hausewife he is hausehusband so yall Just vibe while cooking and cleaning
The Micheal Myers
"Micheal make sure to wear something under this jumpsuit, its cold outside!"
S/o getting him a phone and texting him every second he's out
Please Micheal stop killing people in our livingroom, this carpet costs more that my kidney
Once he gave her a knife he stole from some girl that tried to Defend herself
I can imagine s/o texting him stuff like "at 5pm u better be home, i made your favorite food" he will speedrun to home, he loves food
Collector
*phone rings at 3am* "Honey why you calling me, im at work?" "ASA THERE IS HUGE SPOODER IN BATHROOM HELP I CANT PEE" "omygod not again"
Due to s/o being often home alone (he is busy man) she will probably find some sort of hobby?(obviolusly) I can see her learning how to do crocheting. LIKE IMAGINE: "Asa i made you this cute sweater Look!" (There are to ways he will answer that) option1: "yeaah thanks that suuuper cute will wear it for sure"(never wears it) option 2: "what kind of abomination is that"(will wear it at work)
Bonus points if the oomgomgomg IF SHE MAKES SWEATER WITH MOTHS ON IT OR COCKROACHES (you know the funny gif with spining cockroach?yep this one) HE WILL LOVE IT(secretly) He would love to wear it to work but Hes afraid of destorying it (No, because imagine Arkin living in hell and the guy that tortures him for months just cames in cute sweater with cockroaches on it)
Yaujta
"??? Mate u mean u want to stay here and take care of nest while I go out??? I mean sure? Eem take care??" Confused af, like in his culutre both partners Hunt and tbh theres non long lasting relationships, only to make babis so it is weird.
He wants her to stay by his side 24/7 so he will be grumpy
But idea of her making amazing food while he is out just for him is too good to pass
Especally if its made of foods that he hunt, brings him pride
Imagine learning him how to use fork "nono honey u grab it like that and stab the food. Nono gently nonoo oh noo *break plate* "why use that when im litteraly apex predator hon imma-*eats whole plate of food with plate*
Billy lenz
F o o d
He loves food she makes
She hangs out in house so its win-win.
He will hug her alot and try to take her attencion from whatever she does to him!!
"Billy go help me chop carrorts for dinner!" *billy speedruning from upstairs* "🥺whar are carrots?"
Brahms Heelshie
"Mmm :) " "Brahms stop staring at me and help me clean kitchen' "yes honey :("
He does not rule in this relationship
He may act intimitading but He is just a shy bean
He does not know how to food, he will try to eat uncooked potato while shes not looking mmm forbiden apples
Hush man
Hes into that, prefers his wife to be like that
He loves picking her up and runinning arond hause
No matter how long yall are into relaionship he will be nervous before any dinner u eat together or be so happy everytime he sees her after he comesback home
Reader x Josef (Creep)/ The Man (Hush)/Kurt Kunkle
I lost this request, but it essentially asked:
What about a goddess reader who is taller than them, and who sleeps in her underwear with no top on?
AN: Ohhhhhhh baby, It’s been a year and a half, but here we are. If anybody would want a full-NSFW part 2 of this with blurbs for each character… idk lemme know!
WARNING: SLIGHT HINTS AT NSFW, indication that reader is AFAB
Josef
The second he meets you, he’s basically enamored by you
Sure, he’s enamored by many, but he enjoys your height especially
The feeling of being smaller than you and being protected is a feeling this serial killer is not used to
He embraces it full-heartedly
Once you’re in a relationship, and he’s, theoretically, decided to keep you alive, he is utterly obsessed
We knew he would be obsessed, but you didn't’ expect how much he loved your height
He was obsessed with being protected by you, sheltered by you, loved and protected by you
When he sees your sleeping state, he goes nearly feral
He fights so hard to keep his hands to himself, so you should appreciate that much, right?
He can’t help but fondle your curves and skin and your chest as you sleep, wanting to be wrapped up in the warmth of you as much as humanly possible
This man is so clingy it’s absolutely suffocating, but hey, he DID let you live, so…
He will kiss every inch of you, his tongue flattening against your breasts
He only sees the underwear in front of him, with your otherwise unclothed state, as a sort of task
This is the kind of relationship you’ll need one of those underwear indicators: red meaning to go ahead, blue or otherwise meaning to hold back for the night
Can’t promise he’ll follow through though, we should remember who we’re dealing with
He’s incredibly desperate, starved, and loves you more than any other thing in this universe
He’s just GOT to have you, any time, any place
Hush “The Man”
Makes fun of your height at first
Mildly insecure about the fact that you’re taller than him at first, but gets over it fast once he sees the many advantages
AKA: tits in the face
He’s kind of a freak, sorry
He loves watching you and how you move, the way your hips sway when you walk
Not as much as he loves watching you sleep half-naked
His eyes trace over your body, highlighted by the moonlight filtering through the window
He’s outside the window, as per usual
Staring at you, pushing the window open oh so quietly
He crawls forward towards your sleeping state, sliding into bed
His hands immediately spread over your skin as his presses against you
His nose is pressed against your hair, and he wraps his arms around you tightly, giving you a BIIIIIIIG sniff
What a freak
He relaxes once the scent of you fills his senses, and he can finally start to find some sleep with your skin pressed against his
Sure, he loves to look at your nearly-naked body, but he loves the warm feeling of you pressed against him even more, as it lulls him into the only sense of safety he has
Kurt Kunkle
He is pure simp for you
He will get on his knees and worship you if you ask
Kurt is consistently confused as to why you’re in a relationship with him, being a tall goddess such as yourself
He’s such a nerd, such a loser, why would you be with someone lame like him?
Kurt can’t escape the massive ego boost you give him by even being in his life
The first time he sees how you sleeps, he basically loses all functioning skills for a few minutes
You are so gorgeous in every state, but in a peaceful, exposed state like that? Kurt is crawling towards you on his hands and knees.
He just can’t help it, with you so open to him in your sleeping state
He’s basically shaking the whole time, so you wake up the moment he gets onto the bed, the damn chihuahua
You’re happy for it though, and the bright smile on blushy face as you make eye contact is all the go ahead he needs to bury his face right in your chest
He’s getting a bit too excited though, with all that skin exposed, so he’ll start rutting against you without even noticing it
Guess you’ll have to take care of that! Or you can shove him in the corner to do it himself, but he’ll be whiny the whole next morning.
Omg okay so I'm reading Batman: Gotham Knights #50-74 which has Hush as one of the main villians acually super interesting dynamic with him and joker butting heads!!
If you're up for headcanons, maybe just general relationship one for Tommy with a softer, more innocent reader. Maybe with some corruption, kink sprinkled in there. Again, only if you want to and feel inspired to. Love u lots, darling 💋💋
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I went on a weird hiatus, but I finally read/skimmed through the comics.
From what I've read, Hush gets what he wants and doesn't do anything that doesn't interest him or his motives. He is extremely focused and isn't easy to sway. With his interactions with Poison Ivy we do see he has a soft spot somewhere.
That being said, Hush with an innocent reader and some corruption kink:
-He's got a soft spot for you and only you, but your feelings don't override his plans to defeat/take down Bruce Wayne/Batman.
-He's a wanted criminal. Being with him is a huge challenge so he's going to do what he can to get into your head that this is what you want for the both of you to be together.
-His corruption for an innocent reader involves you leaving behind your life to join his.
-Hush's hatred for Bruce borders on obsession and with wanting to BE Bruce so when he changes his face, he expects you to be on board with that. He could change you, too. The two of you can transform together. You love him, right? Then you'll do this with him.
-His methods of corrupting you are softer than his manipulation tactics with his associates. He gives you soft praise, love bombs, and gives assurances. Worried about the surgery? He's a professional. Trust him. What if something goes wrong? It won't, he's being very careful and laying out all the steps for you.
-He's very protective of you and not just because you're innocent and sweet, but because you're HIS. He's so tired of not getting what he feels is rightfully his so when you land in his lap he's not letting you go so easily.
-He convinces you to make some alterations whether it's to your face or body like your ass or bust or muscles and he revels in your showing off those parts. He wants to see his work and can't keep his hands off of it. You're nervous about how it looks, but he's kissing all over his handiwork and admiring it.
Hello lovelies! This is my writing blog, currently reserved for horror movies only although that is subject to change in the future :). You can call me Sadie or Gen, I use she/her/hers pronouns and I’m currently 19 years old. A few facts about me are that I love soft and classic rock, I’m a hellenic polytheist, horror is my absolute favorite genre, pink is my fave color and I’m a stage actress. Just a quick reminder that this blog is a safe space which means Trump supporters, Charlie Kirk sympathizers, TERFS, and anyone that does not stand with Palestine, Congo, Sudan, or Ukraine is not welcome.
I don’t write explicit NSFW, just makes me uncomfortable <3
I don’t write angst
If it’s a slasher like Sam (Trick or Treat) it’s automatically platonic or a younger reader interacting with him which will still be platonic and innocent in that aspect. I refuse to write anything romantic with a minor and an older character or reader.
With that being said I won’t be writing for Freddy Krueger
Drabbles, Headcannons, Multi-part stories are all a possibility if you want or if I have the idea for them!
If I have anything I find that I need to add I’ll be sure to update this!
These are slasher and thriller fandoms/movies I write for! They’re also masterlists links to those specific masterlists as I write.
Halloween
Black Christmas (1974)
Scream Franchise
Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974) & (Early 2000′s)
Saw Franchise
The Boy ★
Hereditary
The Collector
Hush
House of Wax
Fear Street
Stranger Things
Friday The 13th
Carrie
DBD Video Game ★
FNAF Movie
My Bloody Valentine
These are my main ones, feel free to request others! If I haven’t watched them it may take longer since I’ll try watching it first. Or if you just want to leave a movie suggestion, feel free to do that too!
When Y/n’s agent and accountant said that she earned a ‘snowy winter realness’ vacation, she agreed. But, as someone who spent most of her life in cities and hot climates, she hadn’t expected snow to be so inconvenient. She thought that, with how the cash flowed with her recent blockbuster films, Suzy would’ve raised the budget enough so that she wasn’t renting out a two-story cabin that was completely snowed in and barely had working electricity.
Her fingers clacked on the keyboard as she lazed on the comfortable couch. The place was cozy, so she’d give it that. Even though she was deemed a ‘celebrity,’ her standards weren’t that high; but, if she was expecting a ‘resort’ vacation as a treat for her hard work, she would’ve expected something more stable.
There was a small living room with two tinier sofas and one large. A table sat in the center and across from her was a television that Y/n had yet to make use of thanks to her computer and phone existing. There were several windows, ornate and flowery curtains open and displaying thesun, about to drop behind the trees at any moment.
From across the living room was a small kitchen. The refrigerator buzzed and it was a rather old-fashioned stove, contrasting to the modernity of the rest of the house. There were two exits to the large patio that was barren of furniture and had a thin layer of snow, one in the kitchen and a much larger one between it and the living room.
Behind the living room was a small guest bedroom that Y/n had yet to make use of. There was a winding staircase to the second floor, and there was one small bathroom next to the stairs. In reality, the second floor was the main attraction. The main bedroom was large, with several beanbag chairs and a large view to sit at. The bed was cushioned and warm and her suitcase, not yet unpacked, lay beside it. Down the hallway was another bathroom - equipped with a bath, this time -, and across from that, an office with bookshelves that were only half-occupied with books.
Sure, the place wasn’t the warmest, and Y/n didn’t like the weather or the bad wifi signal, but Suzy was right. Y/n was in need of some alone time. Apparently, the script she was working on - a drama loosely based on her own experiences - was worthwhile. And even though Suzy was always positive and encouraging, Y/n felt that her story was worth telling for all the little kids that were a mirror of what she once was.
Y/n was just finishing up an email with a potential director. It may have been vacation, but job opportunities were still lining up. Especially after her role in Doon, starring several S-tier celebrities. According to the news, Y/n ‘made it big time.’ It was as flattering as it was stressful.
She was about to finish up with,’ kind regards, from Y/n.’ But, just then, knocks sounded from the patio door. The door itself was sheer glass, which Y/n noted was rather dangerous, but Suzy said that it was the ‘specially reinforced’ kind.
She set the laptop on the coffee table. As she peered up, she was met with a middle-aged Mexican woman who’s thick black hair was just beginning to gray. Her face was wrinkled and she was quite short, barely over five feet. She was completely bundled up in winter clothes. In her grasp was a bag of peaches, and as Y/n approached the door, a friendly smile spread across her lips.
Y/n slid the door open. She shivered from the cold, only in a sweater and wool pajama bottoms. Her feet were bare since she abandoned the slippers and the cold weather nipped at her cheeks. She smiled back, although just the existence of another person made her weary and exhausted.
“Hello!” the woman greeted in a thick Spanish accent. “I heard from my husband that some new neighbors had moved in nearby. I came to meet you since this place hasn’t been used in a few months at least. I’m Alondra!”
“Hi,” she answered, relieved that she wasn’t instantly recognizable. “It’s nice to meet you, but I’m only taking a couple weeks here for a vacation. I’m Y/n. Why don’t you step inside? It’s quite chilly outside.”
Alondra pursed her lips and shook her head. For someone so old, she certainly did have a lot of energy. She insisted,” I was just dropping these off as a welcome gift. I hope you enjoy. I’ve had a real kick from trying out this fruits-only diet. To put it bluntly, fruit helps you shit.”
“Does it now?”
“Yes, yes! I would recommend, but you look incredibly healthy. Such a spry young woman,” she complimented. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere before? Are you sure you aren’t a local?”
Y/n chuckled. “You probably recognize me from television. People have dubbed me a celebrity, is all.”
“Oh, wow! That’s quite interesting.” She paused, rubbing her gloved hands to her face. “It must be so lonely out here all alone. And with all the snow, you can’t do much, eh? Come over for dinner tomorrow. You can meet my husband and son. He’s down for the holiday.”
“Are you sure?” she paused, wracking her brain. The woman was nice. The wariness had dissipated with ease. “I would hate to impose.”
“Not at all! Maybe my son knows you. You know, you youngsters really love famous people these days. More than my generation ever did, at least. Then again, the famous women these days are so much prettier!”
Y/n adjusted her wait, curling her toes underneath her foot. She took the peaches from the woman gratefully, and with an eased smile, answered,” Then sure. I’d love to join. What time?”
“Seven o’ clock. My son’s finally old enough to join us adults for happy hour, too. He’s twenty.”
The celebrity blinked and chuckled, nodding along. “I’ll be there. Stay warm, alright?”
“You too! Especially with the blizzard that’s coming in tonight. Hopefully this old place has a generator. Otherwise, you might just freeze to death.”
Y/n was caught off guard from the rather dismal topic, but just like that, the woman was off. She waved over her shoulder, trudging down the patio steps, and headed right. Y/n watched her go after shutting the door, reveling in the warm atmosphere after two minutes too long.
The woman disappeared down the snow-covered road. She gulped, thoughts returning to the oncoming blizzard. She was starting to think that Suzy didn’t know what she was talking about when she said this would be relaxing. She set the peaches on the counter, and as she peered out the window once more, she noticed how the snow had a pinkish tint from the setting sun.
Y/n made her way over to the fridge. She opened it, grabbing some beef and pasta. As she hummed, deciding to make a basic spaghetti dish for dinner, she removed her phone from her back pocket and set it on the nearby counter. She began preparing the food with ease, dazing off into space as she watched the meat cook and the pasta boil.
Just as she was stirring the meat around, her phone started buzzing from her ringtone. She reached over, not abandoning her spot, and opened it. Suzy was calling. Y/n decided that her worries weren’t worth mentioning since Suzy worked just as hard, although she was currently on a vacation to Hawaii with her wife.
She pressed answer and put it on speaker. Immediately, though, she regretted it, as the woman boomed,” Y/n! Great to see you picked up. How’s the vacation treating you? Is it ‘the dream’?”
Y/n cringed and turned down the volume. Her ears buzzed from the sheer sound of Suzy. She was a quick and loud talker, and it was generally part of her charm. Just not over the phone. She paused her lips, answering,” It’s quite isolated. I’m fond of it, although it’s rather chilly and shut in. How’s paradise?”
“Perfect, perfect, but I’m not here to talk about me,” she insisted energetically. “I came to tell you to bundle up tonight. A blizzard’s passing through tonight. You’ll definitely be snowed in. And the forecast says it’ll probably reach under ten below.”
Y/n shuddered at the thought, sighing,” Yes, I’ve heard. If I freeze to death tonight, make sure it’s written on my tombstone ‘death by thoughtful accountant’.”
“Heh, I was hoping you’d get to have more fun than that,” she huffed. “I mean, there’s a ski resort not even fifty miles away. And a frozen lake perfect for ice skating a few miles down the road! I probably should’ve checked the weather report before I decided on the place, huh?”
Everything was done cooking, so Y/n turned off the various knobs, letting the boiling water calm itself. She leaned against the nearby counter, replying,” It’s no problem. It’ll be a new experience good for storytelling once I’ve recovered from hypothermia in the hospital.”
Suzy sighed exasperatedly. “Just call me in the morning, ‘kay? We don’t need America’s sweetheart freezing over.”
Y/n hummed,” Yes, yes, I’m sure. Listen, my dinner’s done cooking and I need both my hands to plate it. Have a nice time, Suzy.”
“You too, Y/n! Good luck surviving.”
Suzy hung up in record speed, leaving Y/n to sigh and shove her phone back into her pocket. Her toes tingled in anticipation of how she’d be very uncomfortable that night. But, for now, she had a delicious meal to consume and would maybe settle down with some good ol’ American television.
For the next half hour, Y/n ate, watching a rerun of some stereotypical telenovela. She recalled getting some mock scripts from a few when auditioning, the series or movie not yet letting in on what her character was meant to be. After a while, she was invested in the drama of characters who’s names she didn’t know and never would remember. An hour or so later, she was completely decompressed and wanted nothing but a hot shower before hitting the hay.
She set her phone onto the coffee table. Her feet slid into her fuzzy bunny-rabbit slippers as she went upstairs. She grabbed a towel and waited for the hot water to turn on. While doing so, she brushed her hair out of the way and took out her hearing aids, setting them on a shelf for the time being. She would just be a few minutes, after all.
Y/n stepped into the steaming shower. The hot water almost burned her skin since she wasn’t used to it. Slowly, she was, though. She ran her fingers through her hair and washed it carefully. She reveled in the hot water. She tried to squeeze her entire body under the waterfall, as any inch that wasn’t was wrought with chills.
The hearing aids were left abandoned on the shelf. The bathroom was filled with the noise of running water and the snow beginning to pick up outside, white flakes crashing into the bathroom window to Y/n’s side. But, most prominent of all, were the howling shrieks of the middle-aged woman who was desperately banging against the patio door.
Y/n stepped out of the shower, wrapping the fluffy blanket around her body. For a while, she just stood there in thought. She was often grateful for the ability to turn off the sounds around her. Life was frustrating and loud. Being almost completely deaf had its risks, but she tried her best to be safe.
Alondra had a stab wound, crying for Y/n to answer the door. She was barely clothed, only adorning her husband’s sweatshirt and jeans. Her socks were soaked and her feet might as well have been bare. Her skin had paled, but it was hard to tell in the moonlight. Her front half was stained in blood, and not just her own. Her own child had been brutally murdered on her doorstep, only after a few minutes of the electricity shutting off.
However, she sustained a stab wound in her hip. She doubted she had lost the masked assailant, but she’d somehow escaped him while dashing through the cold. She was absolutely trapped, and her only chance was alerting the new neighbor. She had electricity. She had wifi. She had weapons.
Alondra kept banging on the glass. “Y/n! Y/n, help me, please! Y/n, are you in there?”
She paused, trying to open the door for the umpteenth time. It was locked. It had been a minute ago, and it was now. Alondra was consumed by her despair, peering over her shoulder into the dark fuzz. The white snowflakes, of which were slowly being riled up further and further, cascaded her vision. She could see but six feet away from her, the rest blocked by a white wall. Her entire body was trembling from the cold, and she was beginning to realize she would either freeze or stabbed to death.
She let out a frustrated cry. Alondra was utterly terrified. The wind was howling so very loudly. So much so, that she couldn’t detect the unrevealed figure behind her.
Only when an arrow stabbed into her back did she realize. She screamed in fright, collapsing agains the glass. The man, instead of reloading, stalked forward. Alondra shrieked once more, swerving to face the killer. She recognized them immediately as the asshole who killed her son, and she attempted to dart down to the kitchen door.
The killer chuckled lowly, although it was lost in the wind. He threw the crossbow over his shoulder, allowing it to reside against his back. Instead, from his wooly winter jacket, he withdrew a long blade. The woman bashed on the glass and pulled at the handle, but it yielded no results.
The man grabbed the arrow in her shoulder, withdrawing it in one fell swipe. The woman cried in agony, collapsing to her knees. Her vision was beginning to blur, but she kept banging on the door, praying that the young resident would come to rescue or at least be alerted of the attacker’s presence.
The man kicked her shoulder, forcing her to the ground in an unnatural position.
The man wasted no time, descending the knife into her eye. Blood squirted against the mask, and the man only cackled quietly in glee. The woman’s screams fell silent and maroon stained her skin. Her chest eventually stopped heaving and the snowflakes fell against her skin, melting into the open wound.
The man was quick to pocket the knife. With what strength he retained, he hoisted the woman up and began down the patio steps. He peered right and left, but it was hard to see with the blizzard. Instead, he decided on tucking the corpse underneath the steps to rot.
He slowly walked back up the stairs. He tried at the kitchen door, but it was locked. He thought that the woman was simply delusional, but Y/n was smart. She wouldn’t just leave the doors open for any unsuspecting strangers like Alondra to doddle right in.
He withdrew from his pocket a lock pick. It was tiny and peculiar, but the man had acquired practice over the years of preparation. The door slid open with ease not even a minute later, but once he did so, he paused. His breath caught in his throat in awe as he heard the shower running from upstairs.
And then, the water stopped.
Y/n, after a few minutes of sitting in a daze, decided to get dressed again after taking but a glance at the window. It would’ve been pitch black outside, if not for the flakes of snow that hit the pane. She shivers in distaste and, as the final step, put on her hearing aids again.
Her hair was still soaked, but she usually allowed it to hair dry. It always ended up frizzy otherwise, and the electricity could go out at any moment. The house was completely silent, except for the weather outside drilling into the walls and windows.
She glanced around the coffee table. Her phone wasn’t there. She sat up and moved the couch pillows around. It wasn’t there, either. She hopped to her feet and went to the kitchen. She scanned the counters, and thinking that it might’ve been upstairs somehow, she went to turn back.
But then she noticed.
The kitchen door was ever-so slightly cracked open. A pile of snow was already piling up and melting on the floor. But, most concerning, was the smeared blood seemingly drawn on the glass by a single finger. There was a splatter, not any more than a few feet above the writing, of even more blood.
Y/n’s heart picked up. She took but a moment to scan the messy handwriting.
‘Hi :) I’m a big fan <3’
Just as her eyes widened, the lights above her suddenly shut off. The house was left shrouded in darkness, and nothing terrified her further. A squeal escaped her lips as she dashed forward and shut the door with a loud slam. She clicked the lock, and as she did so, a gloved hand suddenly grasped at the handle from around the corner.
Y/n screamed at the top of her lungs. She stumbled back, and the hand removed itself, only to reveal a figure. They were suited up in winter garb, but most memorable, was the emotionless white mask. The head tilted, and only then did Y/n notice the crossbow barely peeking over his shoulder. It was dark outside, but her eyes had adjusted.
It was impossible to not see them.
The figure tilted his head. He gives a curt wave before pointing toward the door. He had the gall to ask to be allowed in, despite how terrifying the circumstances was. When he realized he yielded no results, he tugged on the door handle animatedly. He withdrew from his pocket a small screwdriver.
Tears sprouted to her eyes as she hugged herself tightly. Through gritted teeth, she shouted,” Please, don’t do this! I - if you leave now, I won’t tell anyone! I haven’t even seen your face!”
The killer paused, clearly having heard this. Y/n was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She was completely and utterly fucked. The man had gotten in once and he could get in again. She didn’t have time to suit up and run. Hell, she didn’t even know where to run. And that blood had come from a living person.
She dreaded to think that it was the sweet neighbor from earlier.
The man’s free hand went to his face. Slowly, ever so menacingly, he removed it. As he pulled it over his forehead, the band encircling the back of his head snapped up. With the mask discarded, his face was visible. The mask thudded to the soft layer of snow, abandoned and forgotten.
The man’s eyes bore into Y/n. A grin tugged at his face and there was such a glaze over his eyes that Y/n couldn’t quite identify. She shrunk back even further, analyzing every detail she could. He wasn’t the type of man you’d see across the street and think took up a hobby of slaughtering people. He looked so normal. And that was even scarier than any macho man that could’ve been revealed. He had slight fuzz across his jawline and a developing mustache. He seemed to have dirty blonde hair and had an oval face. Blue eyes, pale skin, thin eyebrows and average lips.
He was just a guy.
Sending a mischievous smirk, he crouched down. He dipped his gloved finger into the splatter of blood above, still wet and sullied from the on-pour of melted snowflakes. With one fell swoop, he took a large glob. He then began tracing letters right above the original writing.
He wrote backwards so flawlessly. It made Y/n petrified to think he’d done this cat-and-mouse routine with many other people. Y/n knew this was her time to run, to gain some distance. To figure out a game plan. But, instead, she watched as he traced letter after letter.
And then, his gaze flickered back up to the woman, his focus broken. His finger withdrew ever so slowly, and his grip on the lock pick was hard as steel. He tilted his head so innocently, a smile tugging at his lips.
