Saw: 2P Canada and Reader
You had promised your mom you would be back by midnight, but now you doubted you would even get home.
You stood in the middle of the forest, your boyfriend, Matt, leading you there; promising there was an abandoned barn where some other high school kids were throwing an awesome party. You weren’t much of a party person, but agreed when Matt promised to take you to the movies later that week and buy you ice cream.
He would have to buy you the entire Cold Stone’s franchise for leaving you in the middle of a dark forest, without a flashlight, to go get the soda he had promised to bring.
You tried to concentrate on your feet that were absentmindedly shuffling on the dirt path, the only one in the entire forest. You considered turning around and going back, but that’s when you realized you didn’t remember which way was back.
The only light came from the moon and stars overhead and it cast eerie shadows over the forest. You shivered and whimpered, feeling far too exposed, even in your oversized Canada jersey Matt had let you borrow. Really your only comfort at this time was his smell that still lingered on the shirt, maple syrup and pine, not that the smell of surrounding pine trees didn’t comfort you.
You eyed the stretching shadows. You whimpered and looked around for any signs of life. You were scared to the point of tears. They burned your eyes and inside you felt alone, weak, and of course scared. It was almost like something would jump out and attack you at any moment.
You shuffled your feet, just a few inches down the path. If you concentrated you would eventually end up some were, maybe a picnic area or the way out. It was a chance and the beating of your worried heart egged you on.
You heard a howl and froze; tears of fear now pouring down your cheeks. You wished you had never looked up Slenderman or anything else scary for that matter, let alone let Matt talk you into the monster movie marathon beforehand.
“Matt?” you whispered; relishing in the comfort in his name and slowly going to the edge of the path to hug a tree, hoping to bring just a bit of comfort.
You heard twigs snap and the rustling of leaves, your heart skipped for joy, but shortly returned to fear when you realized the path had been cleared, there were no leaves. Your pulse hammered and blood rushed to your head making you dizzy. You faltered and grabbed a hold of the tree for balance.
Suddenly a bright light pierced the darkness and you nearly sobbed in relief. It had to be Matt, coming to your rescue and hopefully be convinced to take you home. You were too scared to party right now, let alone in the middle of a forest.
“Matt!” you cried out hopefully, stepping into the beam of light.
The bushes nearby rattled and you heard a sudden rev of an engine…no…not an engine…a chainsaw. You realized this too late and screamed in horror as a figure wearing a hockey mask burst from the bushes, spinning chainsaw in hand and screaming like a mad man.
Your scream rang through the forest, scattering sleeping birds and other animals, even though in your own ears it sounded far too weak. You tried to run away, but tripped over a tree root and fell, twisting your ankle in the process. You started to sob as the masked man approached.
Then everything stopped, the chain saw quieted and the figure tore his mask off. It was Matt, obviously concerned by your state of shock and blubbering mess. He knelt down beside you and scooped you into his lap; you sobbed and tried to push him away.
“It’s okay,” he cooed, slowly combing your hair. You sobs continued as you buried your face in his shirt.
“I-I-I was so scared!” you sobbed, “W-Why did you-hic-do that to me?”
“I’d thought it be funny,” he admitted, bowing his head.
You pushed him away and tumbled onto the ground, “Funny?” you cried, “Do you really think I would agree with you on that when I was practically sobbing during Saw?”
Matt’s face fell and he sighed, “I’m sorry,” he grumbled.
You scrambled to sit up; wincing when a bit of pressure was applied the wrong way on your ankle. You sat in front of him, curled your hand into a fist….and gave him a black eye.
When you lowered your fist you saw his shock, stretching across his face and shining in his chocolate brown eyes. Really he looked kind of funny. You stifled a giggle, forgetting about your earlier fear and pain entirely as laughter bubbled up inside as you eyed Matt’s shocked face.
Finally laughter broke through and Matt’s face turned to confusion as you lay on the forest floor and clung onto your stomach for dear life, gasping through your tears of laughter. You didn’t know why you found this so funny. Maybe it was from being so scared earlier and the slightest thing that could even be considered funny switched all of it to humor.
Matt smiled softly and chuckled. You allowed him to scoop you into his arms and carry you bridal style back to his truck. “Let’s ditch the party and go home,” he suggested.
You smiled smugly, “There really was a party?”
Matt shrugged “Yeah, but they don’t have gallons of maple ice cream and donuts and almost the entire collection of Castle like I do.”
You smiled and kissed Matt’s cheek, “I forgive you,” you said.
Matt smirked, “Good because I don’t want to eat all of that ice cream alone,” he said, before kissing your forehead and helping you into his truck.
Yes Matt could be a bit annoying at times, but you at least got back at him a few years later when on Halloween you faked your own death….he proposed the minute you came out of your hiding place.