━━ 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗠𝗘
in which, Daisy Francis has to help her girlfriends 𝘦𝘹-girlfriend survive from the Shadyside killers.
-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ-
deena johnson x fem!oc
1994
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"DO YOU STILL LOVE HER?"
SHADYSIDE HIGH WAS NOT A PLACE YOU'D want to be in at night. The school was too quiet, its long, dark corridors filled with an eerie stillness that could make anyone uneasy. Daisy couldn't believe she was there, in the middle of this nightmare, for someone she didn't even like.
She was here for Sam.
Simon emerged from a closet, carrying a dusty lost and found bucket, which he dropped onto the ground with a loud clatter. The group gathered around, digging through the pile of forgotten clothes and random items. They needed fresh clothes, ones without a trace of Sam's blood.
"We have to decontaminate," Josh instructed them, his voice calm but urgent. "You can't have any of Sam's blood on you."
Daisy glanced at Sam, who smirked slightly, resigned to her situation. "Nothing you can do about that, can ya, Sam?"
"Nope," Sam replied, shaking her head before heading toward the girls' restroom. Deena nudged Daisy's arm, earning a sharp, annoyed look from Daisy as she rubbed the spot where Deena had hit her.
Daisy and Deena began walking toward one of the classrooms, but Josh called out, stopping them in their tracks. "Deena! Daisy! You both have to get clean too! Not a single drop!"
Sighing, Daisy placed the clothes she had grabbed down on a nearby table. They had entered a science room, the sterile smell of chemicals lingering in the air. Deena was already at the sink, scrubbing her arms clean. As she prepared her things, Deena's eyes fell on Daisy's shoulder, where blood had begun to soak through the bandage again.
"Holy shit, your shoulder," Deena said, her voice laced with concern.
Daisy turned her head slightly, confused at first, until she saw the fresh red stain spreading across the fabric. "I'm fine," she muttered, dismissing the injury with a wave of her hand.
"You're not fine," Deena insisted, moving closer to get a better look. "We still need to clean it and cover it properly."
Reluctantly, Daisy sighed and removed her shirt, placing it down on the counter. Deena guided her to sit on a nearby stool, carefully peeling off the soaked bandage from earlier. As she began to clean the wound, her hands gentle but precise, she broke the silence with a question that had been gnawing at her.
"Why do you keep being all snappy at Sam?" Deena asked, not looking up as she focused on Daisy's wound.
Daisy's eyes narrowed. "Why do you keep being all touchy with Sam?" she retorted, her voice edged with frustration.
"I'm not," Deena shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "I'm just worried about her."
"You can worry about her without touching her," Daisy said, her words cutting deeper than the wound Deena was treating. "This whole night, you've been thinking of her. The reason we're even with her now is because you wanted to visit her in the hospital—"
"That's only because I thought Peter was in the Skull Mask," Deena interrupted, defensively.
"And you got upset when you saw her with Peter," Daisy shot back, the accusation hanging heavily in the air.
Deena paused, finally meeting Daisy's gaze. "Dais, what are you getting at?" she asked, her voice softer now, as if she didn't want to hear the answer.
Daisy took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She hadn't expected the conversation to go this far, hadn't expected to voice her doubts and fears. But here they were, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "Do you still love her?"
Deena stared at Daisy, stunned. The question echoed in her mind, twisting her thoughts. Did she? No, she thought. Of course not. She was with Daisy now. Sam was her past, a chapter that had already closed. But somewhere deep down, uncertainty gnawed at her. "No," Deena answered, the word sounding unsure even to her own ears.
"Oh really?" Daisy's voice was tight with emotion. "Deena, you act like you still do."
Deena's frustration bubbled to the surface. "Not wanting her to die is acting like I still love her?" she asked, though she knew that wasn't what Daisy meant.
"You know that's not what I meant!" Daisy said, her voice wavering as Deena finished placing the bandage on her shoulder and stepped away. "Deena, it's like you're not over her at all. Like you only got with me because I'm a distraction. Which I am not. So if you really still want to be with Sam, you have to tell me—"
Before Daisy could finish, Deena cupped her cheeks and kissed her, hard. It wasn't like any kiss they'd shared before—this one was urgent, desperate, like Deena was trying to drown out everything else. Daisy's heart raced as she immediately got off the stool, pulling Deena closer. She pushed Deena back against the cold lab tables, her breath heavy as the room's tension shifted.
Deena responded in kind, flipping their positions, pressing Daisy against the table now, her lips finding Daisy's neck. Teeth grazed Daisy's skin, and a quiet moan escaped her as Deena's fingers moved to unzip her jeans. The heat between them was building fast, too fast, and the world around them started to fade away.
But before things could go any further, a sudden noise from outside the room—a loud clatter—broke the moment.
Both girls froze, their heavy breathing the only sound now filling the room. Daisy's eyes widened, her pulse still pounding in her ears as they pulled apart.
"What was that?" Daisy whispered, her voice barely audible as she scanned the room, the spell between them broken by whatever had just disturbed the stillness outside.
꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎
Daisy and Deena emerged from the classroom, both wearing different clothes, Daisy's hand still gripping Deena's awkwardly as they walked toward the others. The air between them was heavy, and they tried to act casual, but when Simon spotted them, he couldn't resist.
"Wait, wait, wait," he said, raising an eyebrow and pointing dramatically at them, causing the girls to stop in their tracks. "Did all of you go to pound town?" His eyes darted between them and Sam, who stood beside him, glancing Deena up and down curiously.
"Me too!" Simon added, obliviously, a proud grin spreading across his face.
Deena rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "Can we actually focus on what we need to do?" she snapped, letting go of Daisy's hand. The moment was over, and reality rushed back in—there were killers to worry about, not Simon's dumb comments.
Josh nodded, laying out the plan as clearly as possible. "The trap is simple. We set the bait. The killers go to the blood. Then..."
Simon interrupted with a grin, finishing the thought dramatically. "Smile, you son of a bitch!" he said, emptying the jug of blood onto the floor.
The strategy was straightforward: use Sam's blood as bait, lure the killers into the restroom, blow them up, and hopefully survive the night. It sounded easy on paper, but Daisy couldn't shake the feeling that this plan was reckless. She hated that she had volunteered for this. Despite her disdain for Sam, she wasn't cruel enough to let her die.
Daisy found herself mopping blood down the hallway, the sound of the liquid sloshing unnerving her more with each step. The school, already creepy at night, felt even worse as they laid out their trap. As she dragged the mop across the floor, she suddenly heard a noise behind her. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she dropped the mop and spun around, heart racing. She didn't see anything, but fear gripped her tight. This was insane, all of it was. But they were in too deep now to back out.
Breathing hard, she rushed to find Deena and Kate.
"Everything alright?" Kate asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Yeah, other than the fact that I'm pretty sure I just heard Skull Mask..." Daisy replied, grabbing her rope with shaking hands.
That's when Simon came barreling toward them, wide-eyed. "Dude, she's here! I saw her!" he exclaimed breathlessly. "She was... she was so sexy, but still fucking crazy! She was doing it—following the blood trails!"
"It's working," Kate said, nodding. "Skull Mask freak, three o'clock."
They all turned to see Skull Mask approaching them, slowly but steadily. The eerie calmness of his stride sent chills through Daisy. They barely had time to process it before they heard the haunting melody of Ruby Lane. She was walking toward them, humming her deadly tune.
"Ruby," Simon whispered in awe, as if seeing an old celebrity.
"This is so dumb," Kate muttered, frustration boiling over. "If this doesn't work, I will murder you myself."
Then they saw him—Nightwing. He sprinted toward them, his axe gleaming in his hands, a wave of deadly energy coursing through him.
"They're here," Daisy breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're actually here."
The killers all converged on the restroom. Daisy pressed herself against the wall, closing her eyes in sheer terror as they moved into position. Simon quickly slammed the door shut, and Sam crawled out of the vent just in time.
"Go, go, go, go!" Sam yelled, her voice sharp with urgency.
Kate tied the door handle while Daisy poured gasoline across the floor in front of the door. Simon and Josh stood ready with fire extinguishers in hand. Deena lit the lighter, the small flame illuminating the tension on all their faces, and dropped it onto the gasoline. The six of them huddled against the wall, bracing for the worst.
Inside, the killers screamed. Their chilling wails echoed through the halls before a loud explosion rocked the building. Everything seemed to stop for a moment as they took in what had just happened, the air thick with the aftermath.
Using the fire extinguisher, they quickly smothered the rest of the flames. The bathroom, once filled with killers, was now a mess of black goo and charred remains.
"Come back from that, motherfuckers!" Simon yelled triumphantly, a cocky smirk on his face.
Daisy, Deena, and Kate burst into laughter, overwhelmed with a mix of adrenaline and relief. Daisy hugged Deena tightly, breathing heavily as the tension of the night finally seemed to lift. For a moment, it felt like they had won.
But that moment was cut short.
"Guys?" Josh's voice quivered with uncertainty.
Daisy pulled away from Deena and moved toward Josh. He was staring at something, slowly backing away. Her heart dropped as she followed his gaze, and then she saw it—a hand emerging from the burnt, blackened flesh.
"Holy—!" Daisy gasped, stumbling back just as Deena yanked her away before the hand could make contact.
