Your Devotion - Slashers x Reader [Book Two]

[Chapter 40: Protection Plan]

"WH-UH...AT-UH...!?" Jason shouted furiously, losing his temper and whirling to face Michael instead of you. "WH-UH...Y-UH...HAV-UH...EN'T-UH...Y-UH...OU...D-UH...ONE...ANY-UH...THING-UH...!?" [A/N: "WHAT...!? WHY HAVEN'T YOU DONE ANYTHING...!?"]

"ᗯE'ᖇE ᗯOᖇKIᑎG Oᑎ IT, IᗪIOT. ᔕO ᖴᑌᑕK Oᖴᖴ." [A/N: "WE'RE WORKING ON IT, IDIOT. SO FUCK OFF."] Michael scribbled back in retaliation; his malicious retort sending Jason over the edge as he drew his machete out and held it out menacingly.

"Hey now, let's not resort to petty fighting, all because of a few playground words." You hurriedly soothed, placing your hands against both their chests and attempting to defuse their unexpected conflict.

"HE-UH...st-uh...art-uh...ed-uh...it-uh...!" Jason growled childishly, glaring at the stalker before slowly lowering his weapon. [A/N: "HE...started it...!"]

"And now I'm finishing it. Understand?" You firmly declared, dipping into a stern state and stopping the two of them from continuing.

"S-uh...oh...Wh-uh...at's-uh...th...e...pl-uh...an-uh...?" The hockey-masked slasher sulkily asked - still staring at Michael with nothing but complete and utter hate. [A/N: "So...What's the plan...?"]

"ᔕᕼE ᐯIᔕITᔕ YOᑌ Oᑎ TᑌEᔕᗪᗩYᔕ, TᕼᑌᖇᔕᗪᗩYᔕ, ᗩᑎᗪ ᔕᗩTᑌᖇᗪᗩYᔕ, ᖇIGᕼT?" [A/N: "SHE VISITS YOU ON TUESDAYS, THURSDAYS, AND SATURDAYS, RIGHT?"] Michael wrote to the other slasher moodily - holding it up so that he could read it properly.

"Y-uh...eah-uh...W-uh...hy-uh...do...y-uh...ou...c-uh...are...?" Jason coldly confirmed, narrowing his eyes as he slowly interacted with the stalker. [A/N: "Yeah...Why do you care...?"]

"YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ OᖴᖴEᖇ ᕼEᖇ E᙭Tᖇᗩ ᑭᖇOTEᑕTIOᑎ. TᕼᗩT ᗯᗩY ᗯE ᑕᗩᑎ ᑕᗩTᑕᕼ TᕼIᔕ ᑌᑎᗯᗩᑎTEᗪ ᗩᗪᗰIᖇEᖇ ᗯITᕼOᑌT ᗩᑎY TᖇOᑌᗷᒪE." [A/N: "YOU CAN OFFER HER EXTRA PROTECTION. THAT WAY WE CAN CATCH THIS UNWANTED ADMIRER WITHOUT ANY TROUBLE."] Michael carried on cautiously, curious as to whether or not Jason would cooperate with him and the others.

"Or-uh...she...c-uh...ou...ld-uh...jus...t-uh...st-uh...ay-uh...here..." Jason recommended lovingly, flinging his arms around you a second time and nuzzling into the top of your hair. "I...c-uh...an-uh...pro...tect-uh...y-uh...ou...with-uh...out-uh...any-uh...tro-uh...ble..." [A/N: "Or...she could just...stay here...I can protect you without any trouble..."]

"While that would be nice—"
"Oᕼ GIᗰᗰE ᗩ ᗷᖇEᗩK. YOᑌ ᑕOᑌᒪᗪᑎ'T ᑭᖇOTEᑕT ᗩ ᑕᗩT ᖴᖇOᗰ ᗩ ᗪOG. ᒪET ᗩᒪOᑎE ᑭᖇOTEᑕT ᕼEᖇ 24/7." [A/N: "OH GIMME A BREAK. YOU COULDN'T PROTECT A CAT FROM A DOG. LET ALONE PROTECT HER 24/7."] Michael bit back viciously, his bitter response making Jason lose his temper like before.