The Killers' Nightmare (A Female Creepypastas X Male Reader story)

Chapter 8 | Exchanging pleasantries

Still (Y/N)'s POV
As I was turning off the TV, I heard a shatter come from one of the rooms upstairs. As glad as I was that I hadn't fallen asleep by this point, I knew what the room the noise came from. It certainly wasn't mine. I plunged my hand in between the couch cushions and pulled out the Glock 17 that I had hidden beneath. 'Paranoia: justified' I thought as I loaded a mag and racked the pistol.

Holding the gun behind my back and pulling up my mask, I crept up my stairs and kept to the right. Peering into the second door, I couldn't see anything within the darkness. But, as a flash of lighting struck outside, a figure was illuminated just off to the side of the now broken window. "'Sup?" I asked casually, subconsciously switching to my 'secondary' voice. As I walked into the centre of the room and stood in the temporary spotlight, I was met with nothing but silence. "You honestly should stop breaking people's windows" I said with a sigh. "It seriously ruins any possibility for surprises. Ya know?" I commented. Still silence. As thunder boomed and the lightning flashed, I was now able to see the killer a bit more clearly. She had her head cocked to the side and her smile was as wide as ever, and as she held up her knife my reflection stared back at me. "Have you come to finish what we started?" I asked. "If so, I have a request: can we do this away from my little sister's room?" I asked her, pointing over my shoulder to the hallway behind me. I was once again be met with no verbal response, but she did take a dramatic step forward.

I drew my gun, but before I could even aim the barrel in her vague direction she had already lunged at me with immeasurable speed. I was struck by her shoulder, and in turn I dropped my gun as I went flying out of the doorway. Crashing into the wall, I merely caught a glimpse of her flying in my direction once more - her eyes now aflame with murderous intent. I brought my arms up as I watched her fists lead her charge, but despite my raised guard every blow felt like I was getting hit a car. In a panic, and not wanting to wait for her to start stabbing, I kicked her as hard as I could in her shin which caused her to drop to the floor and yell out in pain. This thankfully gave me a way to escape, and in turn my brain came up with an out almost immediately. When she landed on all fours, I bolted down the hall and then down the stairs before heading straight for the kitchen.

Jess's POV
'Ah! Rat bastard!' I mentally screamed, letting out a cry of pain. By the time I recovered, I saw this dirty grease-lord hop down the stairs and I heard his hooded-ass hang a left after he hit the bottom. 'Hide and Seek? Fine, I'll play' I thought as I crept downstairs, trying to be as quiet as I could. As I got off of the bottom step, I heard what sounded like a door closing coming from the direction of what I found to be the kitchen. 'Why is the kitchen always their go-to hiding place?' I mentally questioned as I slowly walked towards it. Getting in, I could see that one of the lower cabinets was cracked open. 'Pffft, too easy' I mentally scoffed as I walked over to it. I pulled it open so hard that the actual door ripped off to reveal... 'nothing!? What the fuck?' I thought as I stared into the cabinet. But then I felt a tap on my shoulder...

(Y/N)'s POV
As I was stood behind the door, I watched 'Jess' walk over to the bait. I knew it was quite the long shot, but she fell for it regardless. She tore the cabinet door off its hinges with one swift motion, unknowingly throwing into the living room. 'How the hell!?' I wondered, my description of her punches no longer feeling as exaggerated. Her entire posture slumped forward as the insides of the cupboard revealed bowls and plates, instead of myself. As she sighed in frustration, she let her guard down and didn't notice me creep up behind her. Tapping her on the shoulder, she turned around as I said "Go to sleep" and smacked her as hard as I could with a frying pan I grabbed. With a satisfactory (and cartoony) *THUNK*, I left a face print in my frying pan and her flat on the floor. Hesitantly, I grabbed her by the hood and pulled her up so her face met mine. Surely enough, her eyes had rolled back into her head; she was out cold. With a smile on my face, I dragged her to a chair and sat her up.