ghostface!walker x fem!reader
a/n: lowkey my first fanfic written on here, dont eat me up 4 it! this came to me in a dream. after reading soooo much ao3
The news spread fast, another local murder was reported by Woodsboro, California. This time it was a girl named Caylie Taylor, I didnât know her as much but i heard her name.
âWhat if there is a murderer on the loose?â My friend Jackie asked, our feet in sync moving towards the school.
âOkay, letâs not start with the crazy rumors.â My voice was in a teasing manner-Her nose scrunched with irritation.
âItâs not a rumor, come on! Two murders in the past week.â She suddenly made hand movements to get her point across.
The bell suddenly rung, alarming everything and everyone in a radius of the school building. Students were flowing through the halls, crowding everywhere. The girls made it to their lockers, punching in the code and grabbing the things they need for class.
âWell, the killer is targeting the more popular ones.â Jackieâs voice stated through the loud hallway, sticking close like they would get lost behind the loud-ass hallway.
âLetâs not be an idiot, they donât care about anyone.â She looked over at her quickly, earning an roll of an eye.
âAnyways, sleepover at my place?â Jackie asked with a grin, âBut my dad said we canât be loud or else u will go home.â
At Jackieâs house, it was comfortable but more cleaner than my house. The two girls sat on her bed, sitting criss cross away from one another. Angel by Madonna crackling from her iphone.
âOooo ur an angell!â Jackie sung quietly, clearly not trying to disturb her parents sleeping but the phone blasted through the room.
âShh! Arenât ur parents downstairs?â
âWho cares? They arenât-â
BOOM! A loud thud interrupted downstairs, Probably a broken glass, or clumsy hands
Jackie continues to blast the music and singing through it before my hands work to turn it off.
âDidnât you hear that?â
âGirl, im not going to go downstairs and get gutted, you know im paranoid!â
âWe can go together, come onnnnnn.â Her whiny voice tried to persuade Jackie.
The girls both scrambled off the bed and slowly opened the door and creaked downstairs on their tippy-toes and reached the bottom of the stairs. Jackie went towards the couchâpeaking from the other side of the wall.
She let out a gut-wrenching scream, as the scene before her.
Her lifeless parentâs body, one stab wound to her momâs neck. Another stab wound to the dadâs chest.
âWhat the fuck!â Jackie yelled as her runny mascara stained her face.
âWe have to go!â I yelled as i wrap my hands around her wrist and starts running to towards the door.
Just to open up to a figure in a black ghost-face mask and a black rope slash towards the shoulder, i immediately shut the door and start holding my now bloody shoulder.
She scrambled over to the landline phone. The landline had been ripped from the wall.
âFuck! Itâs ripped.â She looked over with a fearful tone in her voice.
âWellââ go get ur fucking phone upstairs!â The girl made frantic hand gestures towards the upstairs then back to her bleeding shoulder.
The girl ran upstairs, almost slipping on a step. She grabbed her phone but getting interrupted by a knife piercing through her back, blooding seeping from her top. She screamed and fell to the ground, throwing the phone out the room. Leaving no choice but for the other girl to grab the phone herself.
âJackie!?â The other girl ran to the steps and grabbing the phone and trying to get into the room as Jackie screams can be heard and multiple blood gurgling sounds.
She quickly turned to her other good shoulder and threw herself to the door, âFuck! Jackie!â She gave one last good throw before the door opened and she fell on the other side.
Jackieâs lifeless body can be seen on the bed, giving so little reaction timeââthe figure grabbed her hair and threw her down the stairs. She groaned in pain as she crawled to the kitchen.
Leaning on the kitchen counter for support, she grabbed a kitchen knife. The black figure grew closer before taking off their mask.
You can recognize those blonde curls and stupid smile anyway, Walker Scobell. The creepy ex who couldnât quite let u go.
âI did this all for you, yâknow.â
âWhat the fuck! U killed my best friend!â
âI couldnât let her live!â
âFuck you!â She charged at him with the knife and slashing him through the black rope. As she pushed him, knocking him down to the counter.
âYou bitch!â He quickly retreated and sliced the girlâs knee. Putting the knife to her throat and her back against the wall.
âWait.. Canât we talk about this?â Her pleading tone spoke to the blonde boy dressed in the black robe.
âYou just sliced my fucking stomach. I should gut you like a pig.â
âBut you wonât, and me and you both know you wonât.â
âRemember, i have the fucking knife.â
Then they both sit in silence, staring at one other and breathing heavily. Trying not to anger him, Y/n slowly tried to grab the knife from his hand with shaky fingers. She quickly pulled back when Walker pulled the knife closer.
She did something impulsive, by putting her lips on his. It wasnât hungry, more like fear inside prey. The knife still held up to her neck, Walker kissed her back.
âNow can u let me go?â
âBut if you tell anyone, im going to kill you.â
âI can keep a secret.â
âThis knife is going to go down ur throat.â The blonde boy said, knowing heâd only do it if something happened.
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