It All Started With A Wrong Pair Of Numbers. [ A Creepypasta X Reader Book]

° CHAPTER 2; FIGHT OR FLIGHT °

[Y/n]'s pov;

I got into [f/n]'s car and there was no talk. Just looks and we were on our way. I don't wanna go to this party but what's the point of not going?

We're here. Damn, I can already smell the alcohol. I drag [f/n] inside and kick open the door. They won't care they're too drunk to care. It's 7:57 pm. I get stopped by the owner of the frat house and I get handed a cup. Not sure what of, definitely alcoholic though. Ah to hell with it, the drink is at my lips and it slips down my throat in one swift motion. The tingle from the beverage burns my throat slightly.

After the drink was down my throat I barely had time to think when I dropped the glass and was shoved into the thick crowd. Pushing through all the sweaty ass teens who were defiantly intoxicated in one way or another. Me and [f/n] made our way to the makeshift bar they made where Samson (apologies of that your name, change it if you want) standing. My smile widened and I waved, "hey Sam!" "Huh? Oh! [Y/n]! Hey! Uhm. Looking for a drink? What do ya want? On the house- ah who am I kidding they're all free. At least I get paid 20 (currency) an hour." He sighed and rubbed his face, reliving of some of the sweat from the hot atmosphere. "Ha. Well just chuck whatever into a cup and I'll drink it. Definitely won't end up over someone's head." A smug smirk played on my face. Samsung just laughed and grabbed random bottles and things, chucking them into a cup for me and handing it over. "Thanks!" "NO problem [y/n]! Let me know if you need anything!" "Will do-" I was cut off by a scream. I chugged the drink, again. The liquid burned more than before, my face was hotter than before and my skin was burning. Fucking alcohol. No way am I drunk already? No. I can think still-

My thoughts were cut off by another yell which turned into more and more. Without thinking a ran into the kitchen of the house, finding a pole. Whys that in here-

*SCREAM*

nevermind. No time to think-
Right; run, hit, run, hide.
Go-

Following the quickly made, bad plan I ran into the party area where people were gushing blood, running and pushing or being the ones slitting throats. I ran behind one of these killers and whacked them across the back of the head, hard. I thought about going for another one but I turned when I felt a glare on my back and I swung again. The pole collided with another head. A pained groan came from them. I whacked the pole over their head, knocking them out. Huh. Entertaining-

*BANG*

"AH FUCK-"

a heavy impact made contact with my temple. This idiot- I still had the metal pole in hand which was slightly dinted now. In another swift motion, I turned, swinging the pole at this person's legs, knocking them on their ass. I stood, stomping on this person's stomach and I ran and regrouped with a small group of people who were calming down. "Haha...let's-"

*BANG*

a loud banging sound came from the house where I'd locked the door somehow and the door was now broken. "LETS FUCKING RUN-" a gunshot erupted behind us and a girl next to me fell, blood gushing from her forehead like a river. I turned to face this person. They had on a yellow hoodie which was covered in old and new blood, a black mask, dark blue jeans which were most likely stained with blood and white trainers covered in mud. "YOU MISSED, MORON-!" another gunshot that barely missed my head. "OK. OK. Jeez, what's up your ass?" I turned and pushed the few people there and we all ran, I led them to the police station. I'll let them do the talking but I'm just gonna stay outside with the pole. Like an idiot. Because I can..and I will.

[Time skip]

Alright well, that was fun but that was the worst idea [f/n] has ever had. I bring my left hand to my face and rub it along the length of my face. A small buzz comes from my phone.