semisolidmind:Insert Amogus joke here I hope it’s alright that I thought of a Slasher AU DJ! H
semisolidmind:Insert Amogus joke here I hope it’s alright that I thought of a Slasher AU DJ! He’s a part of Y/N’s mystery gang. While Peter is the biggest threat and the focus of everyone’s survival, DJ uses him as an easy scapegoat for the dwindling party (locking people outside where Peter can get them, kicking them off of ledges, or outright stabbing them and blaming it on Peter lol). When pressed, he’ll have a bunch of handy excuses ready. As the group shrinks, Y/N grows closer and more trusting of him, all without realizing there’s more than one killer… (AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! the boi!!! he looks so good!! i love his coat (i might just make this his design for the slasher au, well done ;)) (@semisolidmind this man really grabbed me by the throat and kick-started my fanfic muscles. I haven’t written a proper fic in years but I saw a big buff yandere and my brain went brrrr)Lucy was the first to go.You liked to think that you weren’t stupid. A little trusting, a bit of a pushover, and perhaps far too empathetic for your own good, but you weren’t an idiot. It wasn’t like you saw dark hallways and suspicious men in high-collared trench coats and went “yeah that looks safe”.The trip had been TK’s idea. They’d found a cheap listing online and had broached the idea after your shift. It was supposed to be a fun get-together to celebrate Halloween that year, and you’d taken the liberty of inviting your roommate and DJ along for the trip. The more the merrier after all.Gods this was all your fault.“It’s not your fault,” DJ placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you startled at how easily he had caught the self-loathing thoughts spiralling through your mind. You shifted closer to him. The flickering of your shared campfire caught the concerned gleam of his dark eyes as he looked you over. “Are you alright?”You mustered up a wan smile. “I’m fine. Just can’t sleep.” Every time you closed your eyes, the memory of TK strung up against the windows like someone’s sick idea of a marionette danced behind your eyelids. You buried your face in your arms. The fur edging of DJ’s leather jacket was soft beneath your chin, and it smelled like a mixture of his cologne and smoke.“You need to rest a little, Y/N,” he encouraged, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He put down the pocketknife that he was using to strip the bark from the sticks they had gathered. “Why don’t I take watch for the rest of the night?”Sniffling, you peeked up at him. “What, are you gonna protect me, big man?” You asked, meaning for the words to come out joking but you couldn’t stop the tremor of nerves. “You promise won’t leave me alone?”“Of course. I’ll be here for you Y/N,” he vowed, lips stretched in that sweet cocksure grin that never failed to reassure you no matter what. In spite of the horrifying circumstances you had found yourself in, you were grateful to have DJ by your side.It took a few more seconds for you to finally succumb to the panic and exhaustion of the day. DJ tore his gaze away from your sleeping face to kick a few more logs into fading campfire. The leaves caught fire against the coals, casting new shadows around them and over the face of his sweet Y/N.DJ hadn’t planned for the trip to go this way, but he wouldn’t say he was completely disappointed in the chronology of events that had led them here. Unlike the others he hadn’t dismissed the rustling of the bushes near their tent as the wind or wild animals, but he had been content to ignore it. Then one of Y/N’s slippers had gone missing. Then a sock. Then a bracelet. Lucy had teased them, laughing that perhaps a fox or badger had a crush on them. It had been a joke, right up until Y/N’s underwear had disappeared and there were signs that someone had been rooting around in the bedroom you shared with Lucy.Poor, poor Lucy. Her death had been a surprise. If anything DJ had expected TK to die first. After all, their crush on you was practically visible from space. DJ didn’t like to think of himself as a remorseless killer, but he’d seen TK holding your hand after finding Lucy’s body, offering you comfort as you mourned her. It had been so sweet, exactly what he would have done, which was why TK had to die next. It had been so easy to lure TK down to the cabin basement where the window was cracked and nearly falling from its hinges, and it wasn’t like the creep outside was picky about prey. Unfortunately TK was far more resilient than either of them had given credit, so DJ had been forced to finish the job himself. The knife he carried wasn’t just for show after all.Chuckling low to himself, DJ picked up the blade, flicking the freshly washed hilt deftly round and around as he turned his attention to dark woods and bared his teeth in a feral grin at the vague figure hiding beneath the canopy of trees. Keeping eye contact, he dipped his head and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead.Sweet dreams Y/N. -- source link
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