Your Devotion - Slashers x Reader [Book Two]

[Chapter 40: Protection Plan]

"I c-uh...an-uh...pro...tect-uh...her-uh...b-uh...etter-uh...th...an-uh...y-uh...ou...c-uh...an-uh...!" Jason selfishly snapped, giving your body a soft squeeze whilst he kept on snuggling into you. [A/N: "I can...protect her...better than you can...!"]

"This ISN'T a competition!" You interjected worriedly; inwardly cursing when Michael pulled you away from Jason and cuddled into you instead. "All I need is for—"

"G-uh...ive...her-uh...b-uh...ack-uh...NOW-UH..." The Crystal Lake Killer demanded sharply; growing more and more enraged with every passing minute. [A/N: "Give...her...back...NOW..."]

The stalker merely shook his head, Michael behaving extremely overprotective while he kept one arm securely wrapped around you. "Michael, you are NOT helping here." You groaned in despair, pushing yourself away from both of them and walking over to the lake.

Breathing out, you released a stressful sigh; staring down at the beautiful shades of blue and glistening reflections that the water was mirroring at that precise moment. An unwanted admirer. Six slashers surrounding you wherever you went. How on Earth were you meant to go about this...? Tears pricked at the edges of your eyes, fear flooding through your veins as worry ended up washing all over your entire body. You...You couldn't help it. You were scared. But how could you not be...!? You didn't know what to do. You didn't have a plan. You were holding it in all this time, but in the end—

"O...h...(Y...Y/n), p-uh...lea...s-uh...e...d-uh...on't-uh...c-uh...ry-uh...!" Hugging you from the left, Jason tried comforting you - the Crystal Lake Killer wishing to calm you down as fast as humanly possible. [A/N: "Oh, (Y/n)...please...don't cry...!"]

Suddenly, Michael joined your other side, the stalker looking relatively worried over your well-being too. "Sorry, I...I guess I'm just a little stressed out." You shamefully admitted, unable to stop yourself from delving into soft sobs or unhappy crying. "I...I don't like it when you two fight. Or this unexpected admirer...All I want is for everything to go back to normal."

"ᗩᑎᗪ IT ᗯIᒪᒪ. I ᗯOᑎ'T ᒪET ᗩᑎYTᕼIᑎG ᕼᑌᖇT YOᑌ. YOᑌ ᑕᗩᑎ ᖇEᔕT ᗩᔕᔕᑌᖇEᗪ Oᖴ TᕼᗩT. ᗯE'ᒪᒪ ᑕᗩTᑕᕼ TᕼIᔕ ᑕᖇEEᑭ ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼEᑎ EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG ᗯIᒪᒪ GO ᗷᗩᑕK TO TᕼE ᗯᗩY IT ᗯᗩᔕ." [A/N: "AND IT WILL. I WON'T LET ANYTHING HURT YOU. YOU CAN REST ASSURED OF THAT. WE'LL CATCH THIS CREEP AND THEN EVERYTHING WILL GO BACK TO THE WAY IT WAS."] Michael vowed possessively, clasping your right hand between both of his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You promise...?" You asked in a tiny voice, using your left hand to wipe your eyes and regain some of your composure.

"W-uh...e...pro...m-uh...ise..." Jason answered first; his tone swimming with warmth while his hug around your waist became somehow more endearing. [A/N: "We...promise...!"]

"Thank you..." You whispered timidly, managing to feel a tad happier after hearing them both try to support you.

"ᗯE ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪ GET YOᑌ ᕼOᗰE. YOᑌ ᔕEEᗰ ᖇᗩTᕼEᖇ TIᖇEᗪ ᗩᖴTEᖇ TOᗪᗩY." [A/N: "WE SHOULD GET YOU HOME. YOU SEEM RATHER TIRED AFTER TODAY."] Michael wrote after tenderly releasing the palm of your hand, the pale-faced male showing said notepad to you a few seconds later.

"N-UH...OH...!" Shouting a second time, Jason disagreed and violently shoved Michael backwards, drawing his machete out before standing right in front of you. "T-UH...OO...S-UH...OO...N-UH...! T-UH...OO...S-UH...OO...N-UH...! Sh...e's-uh...n-uh...ot-uh...g-uh...oh...ing-uh...ANY-UH...WH...ERE...!" [A/N: "NO...! TOO SOON...! TOO SOON...! She's not going ANYWHERE...!"]

Michael didn't show any sort of reaction at first, just gripping his trusty kitchen knife and giving another one of his classic head tilts. But then he lunged straight back at Jason, causing you to panic and cry out in alarm. You were about to shove Jason to the side and take the hit for him, but someone else stood in front of you first - smacking the knife instantly out of Michael's hand and stopping the fight from happening whatsoever. What the—? Pennywise. The clown had already shifted into his darker-state, his dark-gold eyes glaring at the other two before he turned around to check that you weren't hurt.

"Penny...!" You happily exclaimed, flinging your arms around him and hugging him from relief. "How come you're here...? I...I thought...I mean, you said that you didn't—"

"What were you thinking!?" Penny hissed at you harshly, curling his arms around your body in return and tugging you into his chest. "You could've gotten seriously hurt there, sugar. If I hadn't—"

"...I know." Dipping your head as a nod, you answered Pennywise honestly - looking him in the eye and telling him the truth.

"Excuse me...?" Taken aback by your words, the clown's enraged expression twisted into one of confusion; not understanding your answer or response.

"—I said, I know."