A/n listened to Sweater weather on repeat while writing this.. um anyways school starts in a few days and I have no idea how I'm gonna survive another year online. ANYWAYS THANK YOU GUYS SM FOR ALMOST 53K READS, IT MEANS A SHIT TON TO ME. LIKE LITERALLY IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY.
Requested by: @KourtneyKraft I hope this is as good as I intended it to be.
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You slowly walked through the snacks aisle, looking through the variation of sweets to choose from. Being surrounded by everything, made you feel sick. There was an unsettling feeling in your stomach, it wouldn't go away. The selfish part of you, hoped that everyone else felt the same way, as if death was right around the corner. So you would feel the reassurance, so you wouldn't feel alone.
But as you walked through the silent, empty aisle you felt nothing close to reassurance. You couldn't help but wish you were the one swallowing a bunch of pills.
Tonight was not going as planned, today wasn't going as planned. Everything that you had been preparing for, suddenly was thrown out the window. You just were so close, close to finally confessing everything. To finally tell that one person that you cared about them way more than a friend should.
But turns out, a bunch of possessed not so dead people decided to ruin that.
A scream from the other side of the store broke you out of your intense thoughts. You suddenly stopped, scared to move as the screams got more intense. No, not now. You couldn't be a coward now, not when those screams started to sound more and more familiar. "Screw that" you muttered to yourself, grabbing a can of whipped cream (idk it seems convenient) as you headed in the direction as the screams.
When you finally were close enough, the screams had stopped. You watched from the aisle as one of the killers ran towards Simon but he was too busy looking at something ahead of him.
Out of impulse, you move forward trying to block Simon as the Axe instead impacted with your arm. Making a deep slice in the shape of a diagonal line down your left arm. You scream in pain, reaching your other hand up to spray whipped cream in the killers face. Almost running out, you groan using a little more strength to hit him in the head with the whipped cream can. He staggers, tripping back a little as his axe drops mostly because of how surprised he was, but he wastes no time in going to pick it back up.
You backed up against Simons chest, screaming as your skin burned and you couldn't help but feel as your skin was splitting.
Your hand had found Simon's chest, trying to push him away. You were a coward, but you could never let anything happen to your friends-and not to Simon. From the corner of your eye, you saw as Josh headed your way, but so had another killer. In a way to throw him off, Josh ran in the other direction.
Simon hadn't moved as you tried to push back into him. Hot tears blocking most of your vision, you let out another groan of pain. Still not being used to the open flesh, suddenly the killer lunged at you. As you flinched in return, your arm jabbing into Simon hard enough for him finally to break out of his trance.
Simon looked down at you, noticing the blood that was covering him. The blood that he knew wasn't his, gaping at your arm he reaches for it. But your grip only tightens, as your hand balls up around the fabric of his sweater. He continues his actions, almost as if he forget that there was literally a killer in front of you.
In another attempt to stop the killer, you reach into your pocket pulling out a lighter. The familiar black lighter with a S written in cursive on front. You flicked it open, lighting it as you reached your hand forward a little too close to the killers clothes. As he raised his axe, only to stagger back as he feels heat against him (I heard whipped cream was flammable so...).
The killer looks as if he's panicking as he attempts to put out the fire. In a final attempt to check your arm, Simon pulls you back. Only for your body to hit his with way more force than intended. You groan as you both fell against a glass table, holding glass jars full of candy. You groan in pain, feeling as you fell against the glass and hard candy.
Hearing Simon's groans, you watch as the Killer suddenly disappears. You gaped at the empty place where the killer once was. You turned back to look at Simon, only to see something ahead of him. Your eyes widen at the sight of Kate's unmoving body. Seeing her flesh sticking outside of what looked like a bread slicer.
You let out what felt like the hundredth scream, ignoring the sharp pain you got in your throat afterwards. You look back down at Simon, seeing his now blood covered shirt. Your head started to pound, and your vision got blurry.
"Y/n" you heard Simon mumble out in a hoarse voice, as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your vision turn black.
