Author’s Note: Ok, look. Did I have any intention on ever posting about The Creeper? No. He’s never been on my list of slashers I write about. But I was going through my old drafts and found this from years ago (like 6 years ago) complete, unposted, and forgotten. And knowing that I have quite a few slasher fans following me that want fanfics of this guy I thought, why not? So I fixed it up, made it more of my current writing style and here it is. Hopefully it’ll be a nice little filler oneshot while I work on new stuff, and trust me, new stuff is coming. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings/notes: For plot purposes the reader is Florida, no description of the reader, no use of y/n, gender neutral, The Creeper being his self
Word count: 1.7k
A loud bang rang out as you drove down the street. Your steering shifted as you cursed to yourself. You pulled over and turned the car off. Putting your hands on the wheel, you sighed in frustration.
"Damn it," you mumbled, opening the car door.
You had been driving through the northern countryside of Florida for a while now. You were determined to get back home by the next day, but by the looks of your flat tire, that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
The sun had begun set, cascading over the land in a deep orange hue. It was starting to cool off just a little bit but not by much. It was still hot enough to cause you to sweat. Your shirt clung to your skin due to excessive humidity, making you more uncomfortable with every passing second.
You reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone. Although you didn't live in the area where you found yourself stranded, a few family members lived nearby.
You got on the phone, writing a quick text to your older cousin.
'Hey, my tire blew out. May you please come and pick me up?'
You sent the text, followed by a second one with the road name. After a few minutes, your phone dinged. You looked down at the text on the screen and sighed in relief.
'Of course. I'll be there in about ten minutes.'
You texted back a quick 'thank you' and put your phone back in your pocket.
Crossing your arms, you looked around at your surroundings. The road was long with no noticeable curves. It seemingly went on forever as you looked down it. There was no sound of traffic. Nothing.
The only movement you saw was the tall grass swaying in the field beside you. You turned your head, looking across the street. Another field, this one filled with tall stalks of corn that were almost ready to be picked. As you looked out at the field you noticed a figure amongst the corn. You hadn't noticed it before but now you could see it plain as day.
The figure was dark and shrouded in a trench coat. On top of the figure's head was a wide-brimmed hat. You realized that the figure was a scarecrow, explaining its height.
You decided to get a closer look, walking into the field towards the scarecrow. As you got closer you couldn't help but be completely in awe.
The scarecrow was much more intricate than expected. You looked up at it from your place on the ground. White hair blew in the wind from underneath the hat. Its face had what appeared to be some type of claw-like pinchers and on its back was a pair of beautiful translucent wings that came to clawed points.
You had never seen anything like it before.
"Wow, look at you," you said quietly, taking a step closer.
You reached out slowly, touching the trench coat with your fingers. You lightly felt the worn material as you walked around the scarecrow, getting a better look at the wings on its back. If they didn't look so delicate, you would've reached out and touched them as well.
You weren't sure if it was in fact a scarecrow. Although it was on display like one, it seemed to be more of an elaborate sculpture. Either way, you thought it was cool, almost hauntingly beautiful. It put the decorations at your local Spirit Halloween to shame.
Suddenly, there was a honk in the distance. You jumped a little bit and turned around, seeing your cousin wave at you from the road.
You took a last glance at the scarecrow and walked back to the road.
"What were you doing out there," your cousin asked.
"Looking at the scarecrow," you said as you got into her truck.
Your cousin looked past you, squinting their eyes a little bit.
"That thing looks creepy as hell," she said.
"Well you’ve got to keep the crows away somehow," you said.
Your cousin started her truck and drove past your broken-down car. The ride was filled with small talk and listening to the radio. After a few minutes, the two of you had pulled up to your aunt and uncle's house. The two of you got out of the truck and walked inside.
Your aunt was in the kitchen, cooking what looked to be some sort of pastry. Your uncle sat at the dining room table and appeared to be going through paperwork.
"Hey, look who’s here," your cousin said, announcing your presence as the two of you walked into the kitchen.
"It's so good to see you, dear! Sit, sit," your aunt said, ushering you to sit down at the kitchen island.
You pulled out a stool and sat down and your cousin did so as well.
"Heard you had some car trouble," your aunt said as she rolled out dough.
"Yeah, my tire blew out on me," you said.
"Well, you're probably going to have to stay tonight. We don't have any spares and the auto shop is closed on Sundays. I'll send him to get you a tire in the morning," your aunt said, motioning to her husband.
"That's fine. I guess we can have a sleepover," you said, glancing over at your cousin.
"It'll be like we were kids again. We can even watch a horror movie," she said.
The conversation went on as you caught up with your extended family. After dinner had passed, you and your cousin retreated to her bedroom. The two of you watched a couple of movies and eventually both of you succumbed to sleep.
You slept on the floor underneath a spare blanket. It wouldn't have been so bad if the floor hadn’t been so cold. You sat up in a huff, looking over at your cousin who was fast asleep, snoring softly.
Getting up, you bunched up the blanket and walked to the living room. It was dark for the most part but the moonlight was shining through the living room windows, giving you just enough light to find the couch. You attempted to get comfortable on the couch, lying down and resting your head on one of your aunt’s decorative pillows.
Just as you were about to drift back to sleep you heard a creaking sound come from outside. Your eyes opened slowly, looking over at the living room window which looked out at the front porch.
You brushed off the sound, assuming it to just be a random noise caused by the old house. You tried to go back to sleep, but the creaking continued. It sounded like the wood on the porch squeaking under the weight of something. You got up slowly and quietly walked to the front door, opening it a little bit.
The air outside was noticeably cooler than it had been when your car broke down, causing you to cross your arms from the sudden chill. You looked around, not seeing much of anything due to the darkness.
You stepped out on the porch and looked around. You noticed that the wind was blowing, and the porch swing was swaying. That was probably what was causing the mysterious creaking.
Despite the eeriness of being alone in the dark, it felt nice. It was a good change from the usual hot weather. You knew at this point it was going to be hard for you to go back to sleep, so you decided to have a seat on the porch swing, pushing yourself back and forth with your feet.
Your swaying on the swing halted as you heard yet another creak. This time it was coming from across the yard.
Your eyes peered into the darkness, looking for any sign of movement.
And there it was.
Movement.
You weren't sure what it was.
Up in a tree, you saw what appeared to be a person. You could only see the outline of the person's shape. The moonlight was shining from behind them, causing their features to be covered in darkness.
"What the hell?" you mumbled as you stood up.
You walked down the porch steps and stood on the stone walkway in front of the house. You looked up at the tree across the yard in confusion. You couldn't help but feel a bit frightened. It wasn't normal for people to climb trees in strangers' yards in the middle of the night. There was another part of you, however, that was confused and filled with fascination.
How did they climb up there?
Why are they there to begin with?
And more importantly, why were they very obviously watching the house?
You stepped backward, trying to make your way back to the house. You decided rather quickly that you didn't want your questions answered. It was safer to be inside.
As you backed up slowly, there was a sudden swoosh, and the wind blew around you. Your back hit something, and you heard the most gut-wrenching growl you had ever heard before.
Your eyes glanced back up at the tree and noticed that the figure was gone.
Slowly, you turned around and let out a gasp.
Standing before you, unmistakably, was the "scarecrow" from the cornfield. His wings were spread out, and his chest heaved up and down. The creature had a grin on his face, bearing his rows of pointed fangs.
The “scarecrow” brought his hands up to your face and not so gently pulled you towards him, pressing your body against his. He leaned in, inches away from your face, and smelled you. No, it wasn’t just smelling. He was inhaling, sucking in air like he could smell something deep within your soul and he desperately wanted to draw it out. He wanted it for himself. Wanted to do more than just take in the scent.
You couldn’t run and you were too overcome by fear to scream. You were frozen, paralyzed in its grasp. And before you could even think of snapping out of it, before you could even think to fight back, the world darkened around you. You weren't sure if you had passed out from fear or if you had been hit, but the next thing you knew, you were sitting in an abandoned church.
Thank you to everyone who put in a request! I combined the Twitter requests with the ones from here, and ended up with this lineup of characters!
Cookie is from my friend's 357 universe, The Creeper from DC, Killer Croc from DC, Ratigan from the Great Mouse Detective, Penguin from The Batman 2004, and @SAYsBatsyBoom's Joker design from Twitter!
