USA X READER - YOU SCARED ME
With wide eyes you watched as the killer pulled out the silver blade out of the woman's chest, a big grin on his hideous face. He came closer to the camera, so only his bloody face was visible and then
everything turned black and there was an earsplitting scream.
"Shit, dude that was fucking scary!"
"I know," you answered back, still hiding your face in Alfred's chest. "It's over, right?"
"Thank god it is
You felt a light buzz in your left pocket, indicating you got a text message. You swiftly took out your expensive, useless phone and unlocked it. You found the message and opened it.
Title: I'm here
I'm in your neighborhood, sweetie. You better watch out, with that stupid boyfriend of yours.
You ignored the message and passed the phone to your boyfriend. The only glared at it, annoyed because he got called stupid. A few minutes later you got another text, making you let out another irritated sigh and open it.
Title: Coming nearer.
Guess what, love. I'm on your street; I must say it's very lovely. I can see your lovely white house from here.
You gave the boy next to you the phone, with slightly shaking hands. Your house was the only white house in the neighborhood and what if the person wasn't joking. You cuddled with your boyfriend, trying to forget the creepy texts. Not a minute later there was another buzz
You honestly were quite scared to open the message, so your boyfriend did it for you and read it. With shaking hands he handed you the phone.
Title: Almost at your house, love.
Lovely garden you have there, poppet. Just disliking the view from the windows. Your boyfriend is quite irritating
better get rid of him.
"W-what? This must be some kind pathetic joke," you exclaimed, hugging even tighter your boyfriend. The phone was still in your hand, as you were expecting another text. And two minutes later, yes you were counting the time, you got a text.
Title: In front of your house.
Don't believe me? I'll shoot to prove it, love. I know you're wondering what I'm after? You, poppet
Right after both of you read the text there was a gunshot outside. "Shit, Alfred let's hide somewhere safe."
Not even a second after the two of you sat up from the coach the electricity went out. You hugged the boy, both of you screaming. There was a distant flash, making you bury your face in the American's shirt.
Suddenly the electricity came back, revealing the unknown man
blond hair, emerald green eyes, mother fucking huge caterpillar eyebrows. He was holding a digital camera in his hand, grinning.
"Arthur, you bastard!"