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myerssimp21 · 6 months

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Knife's Canvas (Pt. 1)

Yandere Poly!Ghostface x Reader

warnings: mention of torture (not reader), planned stalking.

prompt inspired by @jadedstarlight03 's prompt to @creepyyanderegirl on yandere stu with artistic reader. I liked it and took my own spin with it since I simp for Billy too.

"I admired your sketch!"

The cursive note, adorned with a smiley face, stared back at you, earning an A+ grade on your inaugural in-class creative writing assignment at Woodsboro High. As a newcomer, you had hoped your depictions of characters like Garfield and Scooby Doo would endear you to the teachers, and it appeared they did. Sketched in red pen and colored with pastel pink highlighter, your drawings grinned up at you, surrounded by tiny glitter hearts.

"Oh, those are wicked!"

The cute blonde girl seated behind you leaned over your shoulder, her minty breath fanning into your face as she praised, "Do you draw a lot? Did you do those in class? It's pretty fast if you did."

"Yeah! I started doing art last year, but you get better and faster with practice," you replied with a warm smile, eager to make your first friend. "I think these took about 3-4 minutes each."

Your face warmed as she leaned closer, her chest lightly pressing against your back as she inspected your paper. She pointed to the little hearts, "Those are so cute!" Her approving face turned toward you as she introduced herself, "I'm Tatum."

"I'm ____," you replied, pleased to make introductions effortlessly. The teacher's allowance for 5 minutes of free time before class's end was a welcome opportunity for socializing.

"You should join my friends and me after our next class for lunch; maybe some of us will be in your classes!"

"That would be so nice," you said, relief evident in your voice. "I'm honestly pretty shy, so making friends can be intimidating."

Her dazzling smile accompanied her words, "Perfect! If you have Chemistry next with Mr. Scott, I'll show you where it is if you don't already know."

"Um," you leaned down to your backpack, sifting through your new student documents to find your schedule. "Oh, it's actually history with Ms. Johnson."

"Hmm," Tatum leaned back, crossing her legs as she thought. "I think Billy has that class. Maybe if you leave a little early, you can catch him. He's the guy with the, uh," she seemed to struggle for words, "grunge hairstyle? I think he's wearing a dark red t-shirt today if that helps. He's a little grumpy sometimes, though, so if you're too nervous or he's mean, we'll look for you at lunch."

The bell rang, and students not already congregating by the door got up to leave. You neatly tucked your graded paper into its designated folder and stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder as Tatum rose in tandem.

"I'll try!" you said with a giggle, even though meeting Billy made you nervous. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too," Tatum said, pulling a pack of gum from her bag and offering you a piece before you left. "I think your next class should be in that building, right? I’m not sure if you had it yesterday or if it’s a Tuesday-Thursday class."

Thanking her again, you made sure your Discman had the CD you liked the most before connecting your headphones and heading off in that direction. You'd only have a few minutes of music, but it was worth it!

After finding your next class, you lingered around the door since you were early, hoping to at least place who Billy was from Tatum's description. After a moment of trying to not look awkward as you stood around, you spotted him.

He did have a grungier hair style, reminding you of a movie star you'd seen on TV recently. It threatened to fall in his eyes as he stalked towards the door, a bored look on his face. Now that you noticed him more, it was hard to ignore that he had a pretty face. Trying to not overthink it now that you realized you thought he was kind of cute, you pulled your headphones down from your ears until they hung around your neck as he came closer to the class.

When he noticed you looking at him as he drew closer, his eyes narrowed suspiciously, the scowl on his face deepening and making you feel even more nervous.

"Hi," you said somewhat sheepishly, "I'm ___. I'm new and met Tatum in my last class. You must be Billy."

His eyebrow raises and his eyes soften, but the scowl remains, “Oh?”

“Yeah…” you trail off a little, unsure of what to say since his response was sort of dry, “I’m from the more southern part of the state and we moved up here for my dad’s new job. I hear you guys experience the seasons up here so I’m excited to see them! The leaves never change in the fall where I’m from.”

His dark brown eyes have been boring into yours as you speak, making your face feel warm for the second time today. They dart down to the folder in your hands and he smirks as he says, “That’s cool.”

For your history folder, you’d tried to paint torsos and busts like the ancient historic statues from Greece and Rome you’d seen in a National Geographic magazine on the cover. They were naked torsos, but you had tried to make the nipples on the women look less prominent to avoid getting into trouble. If you had any sense, you’d have depicted something else to entirely avoid the possibility of getting into trouble, but you’d gotten irritated at the idea of censoring art.

“Oh, thank you! I hope I don’t get shit for the nudity, but I guess I could probably give them all clothes if I need to.”

He nods towards the classroom and you notice the hallways are getting quieter, “We should head in. There’s a couple empty seats near me.”

Ms. Johnson's strategy to get the kids interested in history was to start with the brutality of the medieval age, it seemed; with diagrams of the torture methods they created being the highlight of her second class after syllabus day.

The history class, guided by Ms. Johnson's unwavering enthusiasm, delved into the unsettling corners of medieval history. As the lesson progressed, she took a moment to present an image of a haunting artifact, projecting it onto the screen for the entire class to see.

"Now, can anyone tell me what this is?" Ms. Johnson asked, gesturing to the screen. It was a grotesque device, an iron contraption with a cold, heartless design. Sharp spikes protruded inward, forming a cage around the wearer's head. The unsettling silence lingered as the class peered at the image, growing discomfort palpable.

To everyone's surprise, ____ confidently raised her hand, her eyes betraying an unexpected depth of knowledge.

"It's called the Scold's Bridle," she answered, her voice steady. "An oppressive device designed to silence women who dared to speak their minds. The spikes prevented any speaking, ensuring their voices remained stifled."

Billy arched an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you know about that?"

____ shrugged, a nonchalant smile playing on her lips. "I read a lot. History isn't just about dates and battles; it's about the struggles people faced, especially women, and respecting the challenges they went through."

Billy's skepticism softened as he nodded slightly. "Guess history is more twisted than we think."

____ leaned towards him slightly, a smile on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes and made his spine tingle slightly, "Oh, you have no idea."

"Ah, ____," Ms. Johnson said with genuine admiration and ____'s attention snapped back to her, "Impressive knowledge there. I'm eager to see your thoughts on this in more detail, perhaps in an essay. It's always refreshing when students connect with the material on a deeper level."

"Now, let's delve further into the complexities of medieval society. How these devices were not only instruments of physical torment but also symbolic of the societal norms of the time."

The lesson continued, and ____ slowly flipped through her sketchbook to find a fresh page, seemingly reviewing her previous art briefly as she did so. Billy faced the board, but his eyes were turned downward, toward ____'s hands. He caught a glimpse of previous drawings – a mix of cartoon characters and a few creepier depictions.

Angry faces splattered with red marks resembling blood and figures wearing intimidating masks (or just freaks with the scariest faces ever) caught his eye. Intrigued, he discreetly watched as she began absentmindedly sketching the torture devices described in class as she listened, switching out her pens to smear red ink on them. He caught his scoff before he uttered it when he realized she was drawing the devices in glitter pens, her eyes flickering from the images on the screen to back down at her paper.

He must have been too obvious, leaning in too closely or being too pointed with his staring now because she had flipped to a fresh page and locked eyes, an unreadable expression across her face. There was a pause before she tucked her sketchbook into her bag and turned her attention back towards the board.

Billy felt a mischievous idea forming in his head as he let his eyes linger on her, knowing she could probably see him staring in her peripheral. If she wasn't thrilled about him seeing her portfolio, perhaps there was more hiding in that sketchbook than just cutesy cartoons. It could be amusing for him and Stu to explore her place once they found out where she lived, hunting for more art she wasn't ready to showcase while they scoped out their new potential victim. If the glimpses of what he saw when she had flipped through it implied there was anything more beneath her vanilla exterior, Billy was confident that he and Stu could uncover it.

As the bell rang, she turned to him with what he'd call friendly eyes, the strange demeanor now gone, "Are you hungry or what? Is the cafeteria food at Woodsboro High edible or would I be better off hunting a bird?"

He huffed, "You'd be better off starving." Nodding towards the door, he started towards it, hardly waiting for ____ to collect her bag, "Maybe Randy will be enough of a simp to offer you whatever his mommy made for him."

Noticing the disdain Billy seemed to have for Randy's mother but feeling too tentative about the potential for conflict to ask more about it, ____ decided to leave it alone and hurry after him into the now bustling hallway.

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 8 months

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Can you pls write yandere!sidney prescott x fem!reader? tysm!

of course! thank you for requesting, couldn’t come up with a title lol so here you go.

pairing: yandere! sidney prescott x fem!reader

summary: sidney doesn’t want billy, she wants you.

warnings: yandere, stalking, obsession, implied murder but nothing major.

It was clear that Sidney Prescott and Billy Loomis wouldn’t work out. They were two completely different people.

They began dating in Sophomore Year and well, things were good in the beginning but now two years had gone by. Sidney wasn’t in love with him and he wasn’t in love with her anymore.

She wanted you, his adopted sister. The moment she met you, things changed. At least from her perspective.

However she had to start by being your friend. “Isn’t it weird that you’re my brother’s ex hanging around with me? You asked her once.

“No, he’s chill about it actually, Sidney lied. “Oh, okay, You replied, believing her. The truth was, Billy saw right through Sidney. After all he was obsessive too. It wasn’t that hard either.

Though she made sure that he never actually caught her. After that the two of you became closer than ever

“So y/n, you want to hang out today? Sidney asked. “I would but I have a date today, You replied honestly. She grit her teeth subtly.”Really?”

You nodded. “I’m happy for you, she said which surprised you. “You’re not upset? You ask her. She shakes her head.”Honest. You deserve a relationship, Y/n.”

With her. Nobody else.

You didn’t know who’d you seek out to even be in a relationship. Until you got asked out on a date, by a jock no less.

She started to follow you. Watch you on your date, even. You seemed happy. But that asshole didn’t deserve you Iike she did.

how could have billy let you go out with him?

Sidney grit her teeth while you giggled and had fun. That was the time she decided, she’d make sure she’d have you. She didn’t want anyone else but you.

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“It’s like he cut me off completely! You whine to Tatum, a friend of yours and Billy’s. He didn’t seem to mind you pretty much being in the group.

“That dickhead’s a jock, what did you expect? Well, I’m sorry Y/n, you deserve better, Tatum said sympathetically.

“You do, And I’m sorry too, Sidney said.”Maybe you’ll find someone else a lot more better than you.” You shrug.”Maybe. I just was really hoping you know? We’d become a couple and stuff.”

Sidney had no regrets. Even though his blood was on her hands. And you’d never know.

#sidney prescott x reader #yandere sidney prescott #fem!reader #scream x reader #obsession #wlw #lgbtq #adopted reader

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kaylinlmfao · 1 year

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Fuck you

Type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark

Pairing(s): dom!yandere!ghostface!billy loomis x shy!sarcastic!sub!fem!reader x dom!yandere!ghostface!sidney prescott

Warning(s): non con/rape, dub con, knife play, overstimulation, murder, blood, swearing, violence, mommy kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, blood kink, dirty talk, nipple play, praise kink, slight public sex, innocence kink, reader goes into sub space, choking, hairpulling, fingering (r receiving), face sitting (sidney receiving), floor sex, hate/angry sex, drugging, ownership kink

Summary: when reader finds out that her best friends are the ones who killed her parents and Tatum & Stu, reader feels more hate towards them than ever. But all they've ever felt is obsessed with her. So they keep her with them forever

A/N: this is my first fic and of course its dark as shit so beware. Give me some much needed feedback and let me know how y'all feel! (I listened to Teddy Bear & Tag You're It by Melanie Martinez for the beginning and Shameless by Camila Cabello during the smut scene. Just if you want, it helps make the story more vivid and lucid)

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"Tate? Ready to go?" I yell up the stairs. "You're taking a trillion years Tatum!" "One sec!" She calls back down. "Jesus, Tate! Its just a party, not prom. Sid, come back me up!" "Tate, hurry up." Sidney says without even looking over so used to our arguing. I turn when I hear footsteps thudding down the stairs, Tatum ready to go. "Finally!" I groan, grabbing her hand to pull her out the door, where Dewey has been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes now. "Wait! How do I look, Y/N?" "Gorgeous, as always. Even if you show up in a ratty old house dress, you'd still look gorgeous. So I don't understand why you need an hour to get ready."

Tatum gives me a kiss on the lips as Sid walks over. "Its called preparation, Y/N." Tatum and I weren't dating but we've been best friends since kindergarten. We've kissed as friends since we were 13. Some of her boyfriends had a problem with it, but Stu didn't care. He knew Tatum and I were besties, nothing more. As we walked out the door, I didn't notice Sidney glaring at Tate in anger and jealously while we held hands.

We pulled into the street across from Stu's house as Dewey climbs out and opens the door for Sid. I slide out after her and Tate after me. "Be careful. I'll be over here, talking to Gale and looking around, ok?" "Yeah, ok Dewey boy." Tatum says, dragging me inside where Stu was greeting people at the door. "Y/N! Welcome to my humble castle." "Seriously Stu, don't put any effort into the theatrics." I smile, giving him a side hug as Tate and Sid walks in and I stay with Stu, greeting people as they walk in.

"Hey, Y/N! I'm going to grab a beer, you want one?" Tatum asks. "No, that's alright. Thanks anyways. Be careful." I tell her, turning back to continue my conversation with Stu about the recent kills that have been happening in Woodsboro. About 5 minutes later, Billy pops out of nowhere at the door. "Jesus Christ Billy boy. I'm gonna get you a cow bell or something so you can't sneak up on me anymore." I laugh, smiling and giving him a hug as I go to find Sid and Tate. "Hey Sid, have you seen Tatum anywhere?" "Um, no I haven't. You wanna come upstairs and breathe in peace without any screaming or anything?" "Sure" I say, bounding up the stairs.

I take a nice big deep breath as I flop down onto Stu's parents bed. "Thanks Sid. You always seem to know exactly what I need before I even know I need it." "I know babydoll. Its what I'm here for." I blush ay the nickname and just laugh it off. I can't help but get flustered at how she stands between my legs and looks down at me. No. I'm single and I'm not looking to mingle. I sit up quickly, looking up at Sidney. "Well thanks again Sid. I needed this but I should probably go downstairs, finish the movie, find Tate, y'know?" "Hmm" she nods. As I stand up, I realize she hasn't backed up. We're so close I can feel her everywhere, our lips inches apart. "Well, bye Sidney!" I call, bounding out the door.

So that was weird. I'll just find Tate and finish the movie. "Hey, Randy! Where is everyone?" I question him as I walk into the living room, seeing it empty. "Oh there was this phone call about Principal Himbry has been killed and is hanging from a football post or something." I jump onto the couch next to him. "You think its true?" I ask. "Maybe. I don't really care though. I just wanna finish the movie." "Alright." I nod, standing. "Where ya going?" "To find Tatum or Billy or Sid or Stu. I'll be right back." Randy's head jerks to look at me. "Kidding Rand. Kinda." "Jesus, Y/N." I laugh as I walk up the stairs to see if Tate and Stu are fucking in a room somewhere like they usually are.

I open the door to Stu's bedroom and walk in with my hand covering my eyes, just in case. "Stu? Tatum? Y'all in here." Suddenly, I hear a loud slicing sound and a gargled shout. "Y/N!" I move my hand and see the Ghostface killer in the mask and Sid laying stabbed on the bed. "Oh shit." I say, turning and running as the killer bounds over the bed towards me. "Motherfucker! I'm too young to die! Shit! Ow! Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" I scream as I run around the house, locking door and creating obstacles along the way. "I am way too out of shape for this shit! Can I have a headstart? Bitch! Randy! Stu! Billy! Tatum? Anybody? Fuck!"

I run into a room with a window and I lay the ironing board across the bottom of the door. "Asshole" I say, clamoring out of the window. I feel someone grab my shoulder as they try to pull me back in. "Bitch!" I yell, jumping as I swing my fist back, hitting them in the face. I groan as I roll off of the boat and land on the concrete. I look up at the garage door and scream and choke out a sob as I see my childhood best friend hanging, dead, from the garage door. I stand back up as I run to the news van parked outside. I bang on the door as the camera man, Kenny opens it and I climb in, slamming the door behind me. I look at the cameras set up and I see Ghostface creeping up behind Randy, preparing to stab him.

"Fuck! Move Randy! Move!" "Move kid!" Kenny jumps out of the van to go inside but I notice the front door is open. I watch the footage of the killer running outside, leaving Randy. "Shit! He's-" I'm cut off with a slicing sound as blood spurts from Kenny's neck. I scream and let out a string of curse words as I clamor out the back hole of the news van. I glance around, not seeing the killer but I see Dewey. "Dewey! Randy! He's inside! The killer is gone and I don't know where he went!" I yell, chest heaving, exhausted. "I knew I should've stayed home." The adrenaline is beginning to fade as I see Dewey walk out of the house. "Dewey! Did you-" I see a knife sticking out his back as he calls out, "run!" Before he collapsed. I see the killer standing behind him, pulls the knife out of Dewey's back and starts bolting towards me.

I start running again even though I want to lay down and cry. But I won't. I pick up speed as I think of my parents, who were also killed by Ghostface. I think about my sister, who is at home waiting for me. I think of Sidney, Billy, Tatum, Randy, and Stu. All for the people I love. After a few minutes, I slow to catch my breath and I see the van lights flashing. I wave my hands around and Gale swerves off of the road. What the fuck? I can drive better than that. Oh shit. Randy. He's still in the house. I start running back already on the brink of passing the fuck out. "Oh Randy. You better thank me for this later. I've never run this much except for the time where that big ass dog was chasing me."

I stop up at the porch and grab Dewey's gun out of his pocket, turning the safety off and pointing it as Randy and Billy come out of different directions. "Oh fuck, Y/N. We've gotta get the fuck outta here! I found Tatum and I think Billy killed her." "No I didn't, Y/N! You know me. Baby, give me the gun." He says, shoving Randy out of the way. "Back the fuck up Billy or I swear to God, I will blow your brains all over this front yard. You too Randy." They both start blabbering at once and I can't focus. "Fuck you both!" I say, slamming the door in their faces. They both continue banging on the door. "Go away! Please leave me alone." I shout, sliding down against the door, burying my head in my knees.

"Y/N?" I hear Sid ask before she tumbles down the stairs. "Oh shit. Sid, you're bleeding! Are you ok?" I ask, running over to help her. She hobbles to the door and holds her hand out. "Give me the gun. It's ok Y/N. I'm here now." I pass the gun slowly to her, no hesitation. That was my final mistake of the night. She opens the door and Randy comes flying in. "Holy shit. Billy's gone mad!" "We all go a little mad sometimes." Sidney turns with a smirk on her face as she shoots Randy in the shoulder. "Oh fuck." Randy says before he falls. "Sidney? What the fuck?" I yell, running over to help Randy seeing he's unconscious.

I turn and I start to run away before running straight into Billy's chest. "Billy please, help me!" He just looks down at me before pulling a voice changer and talking into it. "Surprise, Y/N." I look back at Sidney, who looks at me like what are you gonna do? Bitch. This is what the fuck I'm gonna do. I shove Billy out of my way and I run to the kitchen. Suddenly, Sidney pops out and points the gun at me. "Woah. Woah. Calm down there princess." I back slowly towards the counter. "You fucking bitches. Oh Jesus Chris. I'm so stupid. This is all my fault. My fault."

"Honestly, sweetheart. It is. We killed all these people for you. All for you. Your parents." I choked back a cry. "Your Tatum." Sidney adds. I let out a sob. "Why? What did I do to you?" "Well, princess. You hated your parents, so we got rid of them for you." "But I love Tate." "No! You don't love her. You love us." She told me, picking up the knife from Billy and tracing it down my cheek. The adrenaline from the nights events is wearing off and I begin to actually register what I've done. What I've seen. Sidney stands in front of me and Billy has his head on her shoulder.

"Why? Why me?" "Because we love you, sweetheart" I break down for the first time that night, falling into Sidney's arms as I sob. "Get away from me. Leave me alone. Please!" I start to hyperventilate as I think of Tatum and my parents being brutally murdered. And it was all my fault. My fault that Dewey was stabbed. My fault Randy was shot. I fall to my knees, sobbing. I'm having a panic attack. I haven't had one this bad since I got the news my parents were found. "In and out. In and out. Come on, Y/N. Breathe. In and out." I hear Tatum's voice guiding me as I calm myself.

I stand, looking at the two people who sat with me after my parents died, comforting me, helping me through it when in reality, it was them who caused it. All the pain I feel. It was them. I don't see friends anymore. I see targets. I grab a knife off of the counter and feel it in my hand. Can I really kill them? I love them. But not as much as I love Tatum. Or mom and dad. I don't see Billy so tackle Sid and pin her. Who knew wrestling would come in handy. I pin the knife to her neck and look at her. She's so much prettier up close. "You won't do it, baby girl. You can't." I press the knife down harder as she stares into my eyes.

"Do it."

I raise the knife then drop it with a loud groan of frustration. "Why can't I do it?" I ask myself. I feel myself being suddenly jerked back and something cold being pressed on my black short dress and breasts. "Because you love this. You love all of it. I bet if I stuck my hand down your dress, your panties would be soaked. Sidney, would you like to check?" "Hmm" she nodded, sticking her hand up my dress and brushing them over my pulsing pussy. "Soaked, Billy." I whimper as Billy slits my dress in half, Sidney ripping it off. I realize the position I'm in. I'm straddling Sidney and Billy is holding a knife off to my left.

I'm left in my black bra and panties set and my thigh high stockings. "These fucking stockings, pretty girl. Everyday, you wear these stupid fucking stockings and everyday, I wanna fuck the shit outta you every time I see you in them." I let out a soft whine as I hear Billy's words and I feel Sidney's thumb circling my clit slowly through my underwear. Suddenly, I'm flipped over on my back on the floor and Sidney's by my head, sticking her fingers down the back of my throat. Then, Billy comes up towards my face and I see his cock. That won't fit inside me. In my mouth or my pussy. "Suck it like a slut." He orders as I take his dick in my mouth as to avoid him getting angry.

I moan around his cock as I feel Sid's fingers slide deep inside my cunt, deeper then mine could reach. I suck harder on Billy's dick as he begins thrusting, hitting the back of my throat and groaning at the feeling of me gagging around his dick. Sidney starts pistoning her fingers in and out of my pussy so fast that I reach down to grab her fingers to slow her down. "Oh now now baby doll. You were doing so good for mommy and daddy. Move your hands." Sid commands, slapping my hands away as she continues pistoning her fingers quickly, in and out.

"Fuck" Billy groans as something goes down my throat. "Swallow." I swallow obediently and look up innocently at Billy. "So good for daddy and mommy baby." My pussy clenches harder around Sidney's fingers as I arch my back and let out a loud moan as I cum for the first of many times tonight. "Good girl." Billy comes and trades places with Sidney as Sidney comes to straddle my face. Billy starts rubbing the tip of his cock against my cunt as he starts to push his dick inside my dripping pussy. It won't fit. It won't fit. I'm a virgin! But then he pushes himself all the way in to the hilt as I let out a scream.

He reaches up and chokes me, not enough to where I can't breathe, but just enough to where I reach that fuzzy feeling and drift off into subspace and stopped screaming. Sidney begins riding my face and making out with Billy as he thrusts in and out of my cunt so hard, I see stars and a quickly approaching 2nd orgasm. I let out a cry as I cum for the second time. Shortly after, Sidney comes and I drink all of her juices like a good girl. Sidney sits back and watches and plays with my nipples as Billy's dick disappears in and out of my pussy, his cock coated in red from my blood. Billy pinches my pulsing clit, hard as I cum for a third time.

"Please! No more! No more! Can't take anymore daddy, mommy. Fuck, please no more." "Oh come on, princess. Be a good girl and give mommy and daddy one more. One more. Then you can suck. Ok?" Sidney says as I come again, my eyes rolling back into my head, my hoarse voice screaming mommy and daddy, the tears streaking down my cheeks, all sends Billy over the edge. "We fucking own you. You fucking belong to us, Y/N." Billy groans out. After Billy pulls out of my dripping wet cunt with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and my blood, Sidney cradles me in her lap and let's me suck on her nipple, praising me while Billy goes to get something. I'm not registering anything that's happening except for the good girls and the I'm so proud of yous.

"Good girl. You're mommy's good girl, aren't you Y/N? Mommy's so proud of you. You were so good for mommy and daddy." Billy leans down and gives Sidney a quick kiss. Sidney leans down and kisses me, slipping her tongue in my mouth along with a little pill. "Mommy? What was that?" I asked, starting to feel sleepy. "Just something that will help us to bring you home easier." "Mommy? Daddy?" "Yes, princess?" They say in unison. I bury my head into Sidney's breasts as I mumble two words.

"Fuck you"

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creepyyanderegirl · 1 year

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Tatum and Sidney x reader: Forever Ours

Tatum and Sidney had an obsession with you. Both of them did ever since you three were little kids. But they waited being your best friend for all these years. Now you three are in senior year. You are dating Randy Meeks,Tatum is dating Stu Macher and Sidney is dating Billy Loomis. It was nice. Until people began to die,Casey Becker,your bully and her boyfriend Steve. The principal. Gale Weathers. All dead. The killer was known as ghost face. Though the guy behind the mask was not revealed. Then after a few days Tatum was throwing a party. The whole group was there along with a few other people. When Stu went to get some beers he was killed by ghostface. Meanwhile Sidney was upstairs with Billy. The other people had left due to the curfew. So it just left the group. Randy was on the couch with you watching a horror movie. Upstairs Sidney and Billy were talking. Then ghost face snuck up behind Billy. He stabbed him. Sidney screamed. Ghost face snuck up behind you two and stabbed Randy in the neck. You screamed and cried. Then you ran. Though you ran into the other ghostface. Sidney took off her mask. "Hello,Y/n." she said. Now you were cornered by the two ghost faces. Tatum had also taken off her mask. She was kissing your neck while Sidney played with your hair. "Now your ours Y/n. Forever." Sidney said. "Ours forever sweetheart." Tatum said.

#yandere #Yanderesidneyprescott #yanderetatumriley #yandere girl #sidney prescott #tatum riley #sidney prescott x reader #sidneyprescottxyou #sidneyprescottxy/n #tatum riley x reader #tatumrileyxyou #tatumrileyxy/n #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #scream

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Scream Drabble 2 pt. 2

Word count ; 4.2k

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Y/n accepted. Of course she did. She suspected absolutely nothing. Billy placed his hand on the small of her back, and the glass of water was completely abandoned on the kitchen counter. Billy led her down a small hallway that led to a guest bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. Billy ushered her inside, shutting it tightly behind him.

Y/n tilted her head innocently. She plopped onto the bed, kicking her legs care freely. Billy, silent as he collected his thoughts, sat next to her. He sat forward, hands clasped together as his elbows leaned against his knees. His hair fell in front of his face.

The atmosphere shifted into something more serious and Y/n sat forward, placing a hand to rub Billy’s back gently. “What’s going on?”

“I think… I’ve had it,” he spoke carefully. “I’m gonna break up with Sid tonight.”

Y/n gasped, her movements freezing. Billy’s head tilted in her direction, and his brows were furrowed tensely. All Y/n could muster was,” Why?”

Billy shook his head and scoffed. “Why not? She treats me like shit. She actually thinks I’m a serial killer, y’know? Besides, she just ain’t interested in me anymore and it’s fine, ‘cause to be honest, I ain’t interested in her anymore. I don’t really think I ever was.”

“But, Billy, that could be a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing,” Y/n gulped. “Sid feels real bad about it. She likes you. And you two are a total power couple. Before all these murders started happening —“

“I still didn’t fuckin’ like her like I was supposed to. There’s someone else. Always has been.”

Billy sat up abruptly, shifting his body to face Y/n. She seized up, almost sensing what he was implying. She moved to scoot away, but his hand shot out, wrapping around her waist tightly. Y/n glanced at it, a frown tugging at her lips. Billy looked almost offended with how she reacted. However, his eyes narrowed. Seductively so.

“Don’t ya get it, doll? I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since forever. Don’t you feel the same way?”

Y/n was shellshocked from the revelation. Tears threatened to fall because she felt bad for being a catalyst and home wrecker. However, she was so very anxious that she scooted away completely, leaving Billy’s hands cold and longing for her touch. She shook her head, biting her lip.

“I - I’m sorry, Billy. I don’t know where all this is coming from. We’ve always been friends!”

Billy scoffed. He was trying his darnedest not to lose his temper then and there since he knew it all required patience. Once his and Stu’s plan succeeded, she’d have no choice but to accept his feelings. She wouldn’t have anyone else left to cling to except them. Stu told him that Y/n would turn him down, no matter what, but Billy knew that if he didn’t do this, Y/n would feel like she was someone to help him move on from his soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. Even if that wasn’t the case.

It’s always been Y/n in his eyes.

“I swear, doll, I came here just to break things off with her. Can’t you just consider it? I mean, we’ve been into you for years. There’s no way you’re that oblivious, right —?”

Y/n stood abruptly. Billy followed suit, reaching to grab her. However, Y/n shook her head. Hair fell in front of her eyes. She grit her teeth, and Billy’s arm fell. A part of his heart ached from the sight. But he expected her to turn him down for the time being. Regardless, though, the hurt in his eyes was true. It stung for her to react so poorly to his confession.

“‘W - we’?”

“What d’ya mean?”

“You said ‘we.’ I - is there something else I’ve been oblivious to —?”

“It was a slip of the tongue —“

“Man, fuck this,” Y/n muttered in irritation. “You could’ve at least done the honorable thing and broken the fuck up with her first, Billy. Now, I just feel like some nasty side chick. Leave me alone.”

“Wait, Y/n —“

She dashed out and slammed the bedroom door behind her, leaving Billy in shock. He didn’t think things would go that poorly. But Y/n wiped away her tears and recomposed herself, dashing down the hall. She was conflicted as to wether she should join the gang because if she didn’t, she’d burst into tears in private, or if she should go elsewhere to burst into tears in private.

She decided on the former. She remembered the whole ‘strength in numbers’ notion, and even if her main concern was petty relationship drama, the Ghostface serial killer was still on the back burner of her mind. She went to the living room, but just as she swerved, she bumped right into someone.

“Woah, woah, woah! Hey there, Y/n. I was startin’ to wonder where you two ran off to.”

It was just Stu. He held up his hands defensively. Y/n exhaled sharply. “…Oh. Hi, Stu.”

“Aw, what's with the sad look?” Stu pouted care-freely. “Come on. Join us on the couch. You won’t wanna miss this. Jamie Lee Curtis’ breasts’ll be on screen soon according to Randy.”

Y/n shook her head and swatted at his chest playfully. Stu wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her into the room anyways. It was crowded, but there was a very firm emptiness to part of the couch. Tatum was there, arms crossed in vague irritation from how all the guys were going berserk. However as she looked up, joy spread over her features.

“Oh my god! Y/n! Sit next to me!” She made grabby hands and the woman was more than willing to oblige, returning the notion.

She shoved Stu off her, much to his hidden chagrin, and plopped next to her. Y/n immediately squeezed Tatum close affectionately. Nobody else was aware of how deeply Stu burned of jealousy as he squeezed next to Y/n. He was so very tempted to steal her from the hug and brush it off as a joke, but he didn’t.

Instead, he watched in secret fury. He crossed his legs and sat back, eyeing the women. Even when they were done hugging, Tatum still had her arms hooked around Y/n’s neck. Their attention was drawn back to the movie as a scream echoed through the room from one of the ‘resident sluts’ of the film was finished off. The guys oohed and ached in unison, and Stu was so captivated by his jealousy that he wasn’t even paying any mind to it.

And then, he overheard the in. A boy in the back complained,” Aw man, there wasn’t any beer left in the kitchen.”

Stu steeled himself and downed the rest of his beer. His ears peaked when he heard a very pointed,” Hey, can we talk about something in a bit? Something’s going on with Billy.”

“Yeah, of course. What, don’t tell me he’s here —“

“Hey, babe, mind grabbing the guys some more beers from the garage?” Stu boomed, trying to feign as much innocence as possible.

Tatum scoffed and furrowed her brows. “What am I, the beer wench? Go get it yourself, you lazy ass.”

Stu bellowed in laughter, holding his stomach. Y/n smiled politely, and although Tatum was only slightly irritated from being interrupted, she decided to offer herself up to the task. It was fairly suffocating being stuck in the same room with many strange teenage boys.

“Where are they? I can go get them —“

“No, no, no!” Stu instead in mock horror, but only Stu knew that it was genuine. “Tate’s just gonna get some for herself, eh? Pretty please, babe? I’ll make it up to ya later.” He sent a cheeky wink.

Tatum’s eyes softened she shook her head in dismay. “I swear,” she grumbled playfully,” you men can’t do anything for yourselves, can ya?”

“Nope!” Stu gripped at his heart dramatically and fell back on the soft cushions. “Us men can’t do shit, ain’t that right, boys?”

Some of his friends cackled, although their attention was still glued to the various murders appearing on the screen. Tatum rose to her feet, patting Y/n’s head affectionately. She headed into the kitchen, leaving Y/n to the wolves. She wasn’t sure where Sidney was, since the girl had disappeared a while ago. She assumed Billy had swept her away to somewhere more private to go through with the break-up.

It made Y/n’s heart ache at the thought of being a home wrecker. Even if she was no fool and knew how attractive Billy was, out of pure loyalty, she’d never dream of getting with her friend’s ex. If the same thing happened with Tatum and Stu, it would be no different. As much as she cared for both boys and they were very near and dear to her heart, Tate and Sid would always be the priority.

She was shaken out of her thoughts when Stu’s hand clamped around her shoulder and tugged her close. He had a friendly grin. She was used to his overt physical affection and leaned against his chest. Her eyes drifted back to the movie on the screen.

It was odd how easy it was to fall asleep to a slasher film. Her eyelids were almost shut, lulled to sleep by the terror-filled screams of the murderer’s enemies. Stu was a comfy pillow, too. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but Tatum still hadn’t come back.

Br-br-bring, br-br-bring!

Y/n gasped, shooting up from her position. Stu squeezed her shoulder, not going for the phone at all. Randy, who sat in front of the television on the floor, paused the movie. Everyone groaned, but Y/n was still so foggy-brained to really care either way. She sent her adorable, weary doe eyes toward Stu, and he couldn’t help but grin and blush, much to her unawareness.

Randy picked up the phone. “Quiet!” he ordered. He listened steadily to the call, and everyone was hushed in anticipation. Their minds were racing with theories. Perhaps Stu’s parents were coming home early. Or maybe the very distant neighbors, at eat half a mile away filed a complaint. However, Randy’s eyes widened in shock and horror.

“What is it, Randy-boy?” Stu asked carefully with a quirked brow. “Ya look like someone just died.”

“They found Principal Himbry’s body hanging from the football field!” Randy exclaimed. “He was gutted, skinned, everything!”

“Well, what are we all waiting for? Let’s go see before they pull him down!” one boy shouted eagerly.

Everyone seemed to rally around the idea. Hollers and hoots echoed in the room and people crowded at the front door. Randy was left in awe, reaching out toward them in dismay. He wanted for them to stop and continue watching the movie, and Y/n was just as horrified at how corrupt the student moral was. Stu didn’t seem to care, though, that his entire party was abandoning him.

The door slammed open and cars honked from outside. People were in a rush, driving away recklessly, which left just the three of them in the room. Randy, completely peeved, shrugged.

“Their loss.”

He plopped on the couch again and unpaused the movie. Y/n, on the other hand, was on edge. She nudged herself free of Stu’s affection and sat up straight. Stu also sat up in surprise, but she sent him a strained smile.

“I’m gonna go look for Tate.”

Stu’s mouth twitch and he deadpanned,” She probably got pissed at me and left the party early. You know how she is.”

Y/n shook her head. “No, I don’t think she’d do that. She would’ve at least come back with the beers.”

“Ya sure you don’t wanna take a nap upstairs? You were about to pass out there for a sec, babe.”

“At least wait til the movie’s finished,” Randy piped in in annoyance. “I don’t wanna be left watching it all on my own.”

“It’ll be fine. I’ll be right back once I find Tate.”

Randy clapped his hands together. She jumped in confusion, and the pair watched as Randy paused the movie once again. He jumped in front of the telly, demanding all eyes on him. “You were doing so well, Yn, god dammit! Don’t you know the rules?”

“The rules?” Stu parroted in confusion, furrowing his brows.

“Yes, the rules, dumbass!” Randy motioned erratically as he began explaining,” There are three very important rules in horror movies. The rest of us are completely fucked. But you and Sid? You two are the final girls. At least, you were until you said that.”

“Wh - what are you going off about this time, Randy?” Y/n chirped in confusion, not rising from her seat quite yet.

“Rule number one: no sex allowed.”

“Boo!” Stu chanted lowly, giving the man a thumbs up.

“Yeah, yeah, can it worms for brain. Rule number two: No drinking, doing drugs, or anything bad like that. Again, Y/n you were going to be that virtuous angel who survived ’til the end. And… rule number —“ he held up his fingers. “— three: don't you ever, ever say that you’ll be right back. Because you won’t.”

Y/n gulped, but Stu was giggling like a schoolgirl. She stood abruptly, and deciding to curb her anxiety, she grinned. “Well, I guess I’ll be right back then, huh?”

Randy facepalmed and shook his head. Stu hopped to his feet, aiming to follow. But Y/n shewed him off. She marched through the kitchen. Other than the distant horror movie playing, the house was silent. Too silent for her liking. It was grim. The thought that a murderer could be lurking about was worrisome. But the murderer couldn’t be at two places at once, unless if they showed up to the party late.

She felt cruel when her mind thought back to Billy. But he wasn’t a murderer. An asshole, maybe, but a killer, impossible. Y/n blinked away her thoughts. She went over to the garage door. She opened it up, not paying Stu any mind as he made his way into one of the rooms nearby.

She opened the door. It was pitch black and hardly any of the light bled in. She squinted and felt around for a light switch. She shut the door behind her and felt around the wall further. Some of the moonlight bled into the garage due to the open door. Something was hanging from it, but the shape was too blurry to be certain.

She finally found something. She flicked at it.

A scream tore at her throat and she collapsed to her knees. She clawed at the stone floor as she bore witness to Tatum, body cut in half. Ghostface was here, and they had killed her best friend. The circumstances was obvious. She attempted to climb free from the garage, fighting for her life, and had gotten trapped in the pet door.

Her body was only half-intact. She didn’t understand how the partygoers had fallen blind to the crime scene, blood still dripping from the stomach. Her vision went blurry and her head throbbed. She was so in shock as crawled forward ever so slightly.

Surely, Stu or Randy had heard her. Surely, they had called the police.

Suddenly, the garage door swung open. She gasped in relief, turning away just in time to miss watching Tatum’s body officially fall into two halves and collapse from the pet door. A wet plop echoed in the garage, and it burned into Y/n’s mind.

She was only terrified further when, blocking the pathway to inside the house, was Ghostface himself. His knife glinted in the moonlight and he tilted his head tauntingly. Y/n turned and began crawling away on her behind. But the Ghostface took slow, mocking footsteps, descending the steps and approaching so very slowly.

“Stu! Randy!” She shrieked at the top of her lungs. “Help!”

She hoped that they heard her. She prayed to a god that may or may not have existed. All Y/n knew was that she needed to run, and she needed to run now.

She flopped onto her stomach and attempted to stumble to her feet. However, the moment she was about to rise, the Ghostface suddenly pounced. Another scream escaped her lips as she was tackled to the ground. One arm circled around her neck, breaking the fall for her head, even if her breath was constricted. The body weighed a lot, and Y/n was left breathless and exhausted, barely able to move underneath him.

“Pl - ease!” She squawked, flailing her arms desperately. “Don’t —“

And then, the handle of the knife descended upon the side of her head but one time, knocking her out cold. Ghostface paused for a moment, waiting to feel any movements. And slowly, her breath evened out from her previous panicked pants. Silence fell over the garage.

The killer finally dared to move, sitting up. He straddled the tinier woman and released her neck entirely. Her head thudded gently against the stone and some blood stained her h/c hair from the blows. He removed his weight just enough, dropping his knife to the side.

He flipped her over on her back. He didn’t plan on moving her anytime soon, but at the very least, she’d have an easier time breathing. Or, well, maybe that was just a thing for sleeping babies and drunks. Ghostface didn’t know but wasn’t willing to take any chances.

He tilted his head and raised a leather-gloved hand to her cheek. Almost amused, he tilts her head every which way. He enjoyed the feeling of her skin sinking it at his touch, even if it was blocked by his gloves. Her chubby cheeks were so adorable. Everything about her was. And it truly was a shame that things had to go this way. The man hadn’t expected her to dash off to search for Tatum, let alone find her.

He should’ve cut the power.

A shaky sigh escaped as the murderer removed himself from the girl. It was time for everything to set into motion. He equipped himself with the knife once more, leaving the woman to lay on the cold, hard ground so very near the corpse of her best friend.

And Y/n remained there. And yet, perhaps it was the adrenaline, but her consciousness was quick to return. Perhaps she was lucky that he only hit her once. Y/n was still baffled as to why she was even alive. As her eyes opened, she saw stars. The garage was once again encapsulated by darkness, but as her head tilted, it was a very rude awakening to find Tatum’s dead, halved body not too far away from her.

A scream bubbled in her throat, but she fell silent. Instead, she shakily pushed herself up on her elbows. The murderer was odd. That much was plain. For some reason, he had singled out her. And perhaps, in their murder-freaked mind, it was because she was deemed the final girl. Not Tatum, not Sydney, but her.

The resident school nobody that only existed because of who she was friends with.

She coughed. Her head ached like the dickens. Ghostface hadn’t held back. But he also didn’t try hard enough, because here so was, alive and well. At least, about as well someone who just found her best friend’s body could be. She coughed again, pulling herself to her knees. She crawled toward the garage door, pulling herself up the steps.

Only then did she use the door as a balance to help her to her feet. Her vision had cleared enough, but it was still blurry. When she turned too fast, she couldn’t see a damn thing. She gulped, pulling the garage door open with a squeak.

The rest of the house was deadly silent. She snuck through, tears pricking at her eyes. She looked around the kitchen desperately for a phone, a knife, anything. She pulled open drawer after drawer, but they had seemingly been disappeared. So, she took what she could and snatched up a spatula from the sink.

She gulped. She navigated the hallway slowly. She remembered there being a phone in the living room. Obviously. The movie was still running, but it was quiet. Too quiet. She rounded the corner, expecting to find a body. Anything.

But Randy was nowhere to be seen.

For the first time, she couldn’t help but wonder if the killer had been under her nose the whole time.

She entered the living room quietly. As she went around the couch, she suddenly heard the front door squeak open. She gasped and immediately plopped onto the couch. She worried that it was the killer and that she plopped far too loudly.

And then, she heard the creak of the stairs. She gripped into the cushions, peaking her head over just enough. Her heart stopped when the cloaked killer whipped up the stairs, silent but deadly. The knife glinted in the lamp, and he hadn’t noticed. Y/n let out a sigh of relief.

She wondered what could possibly be upstairs. She let her body fall back down and she tilted her head. She noticed, out of the corner of her eye, the phone. But, what crushed her chances, was that the black cord was cut and it was sitting in the middle of the carpet, completely useless.

Y/n gulped. She had to find Stu. At the bare minimum, his hands were blood-free. She didn’t know who else was around, but she could only hope Stu was alive. She pushed herself off the couch.

Or maybe she could just run.

That seemed a lot safer. Y/n loved her friends, but she wasn’t stupid. She entered into the main hallway. She was about to pull on her shoes, but then she made the mistake of looking upstairs.

A scream escaped as the blade dug into a person. Sydney’s scream broke through, too, and only when the body was flung to the side did Y/n realize. Billy had been stabbed to death, body tossed to the wind without caution. The bedroom door was suddenly slammed shut, and although Ghostface banged on it a few times, he turned.

And noticed Y/n.

She screamed again. She wielded but a plastic spatula, while the killer’s knife was bathing in the blood of her friends. Some of the blood had splattered onto the ghoulish white mask, and it was hard to know what they were thinking.

Y/n threw open the front front door. Ghostface was racing down the steps accidentally slipping halfway. He recovered with ease, though, and the moment the door swung shut, it opened up all the same. Y/n raced down the steps, adorning nothing but her socks. The killer was hot on her tail.

Another shriek for help escaped her. A news van was right there, blood dripping from the door. She made it past the fence, hearing the knife slash angrily at the air. The killer almost seemed out of breath, but Y/n was living off of pure adrenaline.

She went around the van. Just as she slammed open the door, the killer collided with it. Y/n gasped and slammed it shut. The window was down and the killer reached in, grasping the girl by the neck. The knife had seemingly been dropped, and both hands clasped around her neck.

Y/n was left breathless. She reached for the ignition desperately, other hand clawing at the murderer’s neck. Her foot was pushing with whatever strength remained into the pedal. She felt at the key with shaky hands. The Ghostface continued to strangle the dear delights out of her, almost unwillingly so. Her head was completely hanging out of the open window.

She was beginning to lose consciousness.

And then, as her fingers wrapped around the key, she twisted it.

She gasped for breath and screamed at the same time. The murderer’s hold was relinquished in exchange for her head hitting the car door. But, as her body fell into the driver’s seat accelerating far too fast, she realized it was too late. She gripped the steering wheel, trying with all her might to swerve.

She broke through the white picket-fence and headed straight into the wilderness. She was howling at the top of her lungs. She was sure this was her end.

She crashed into a tree and everything went black.

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kingofthelizardpeople · 9 months

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Yandere!Sidney Prescott X Fem!Reader?

Y/N picks up the phone

Ghostface: What's your favorite scary movie?

Y/N: I kinda couldn't watch many horror movies right now, my friend Sidney hates them

Sidney jumps out in costume, stabbing Y/N in the side

Sidney: Good answer, but maybe we can watch one or two while I take care of you. We have all the time in the world

Y/N: *confused screaming*

#yandere #x reader #yandere sidney prescott #sidney prescott

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famwhy · 10 months

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"You always were too smart..."

"...for your own good."

Scream 1996

Yandere! Billy Loomis X F!Reader

Synopsis: The Woodsboro massacre was a case that had been announced to be closed as soon as it was opened. The answer was obvious, right? There were two witnesses after all. Mr Prescott snapped, killed a bunch of kids, then shot himself in the head as a result of the nearing anniversary of his wife's death—two of your close friends confirmed it. Why, then, did you feel the need to meddle? Why couldn't you just mind your own goddamn business?!

Warnings: Mentions of death, Gore, Manipulation, Threat/Violence

"It just doesn't make any sense!"

None of it did. The witnesses, the evidence, the murders—it was just too big of a headache to deal with.

You didn't know why you were still doing it; still looking into this case even in the depths of midnight. It was closed, the chief said so himself—your two best friends were there, they saw what happened and recalled the events as such, their stories had even been perfectly aligned...

...almost too perfectly.

It was dumb—and you were probably being paranoid but—nothing felt right. If this was all Sidney's dad's doing then... why kill Casey Becker and Steve Orth? What did they have to do with him? You would've understood if they had attended Stu's party and were just caught in the crossfire but that wasn't the case, they were killed before the massacre—days before, in fact. Why? Why target them?

And—why would a murderer, who made sure all of his victims were dead, stab both Billy and Stu just perfectly so that he missed their vitals and didn't dig deep enough for them to actually be able to die of blood loss?—or, at least, not for a long while. Wouldn't he want to also make sure they were dead before offing himself?

The weapon too—why the hell did you only find a gun at the scene of the crime when there was evidence of a knife being used as well? If he didn't care enough to dispose of the gun he used to kill himself and others, why dispose of the knife?

None of it added up. None of it was making any sense.

"Fuck!"

Frustration coursed through you, crawling through your skin to visibly cause the bulging of your veins and urge your brows down further than ever before. The deep bags under your eyes weren't doing you any wonders either.

You were struggling and it showed.

Papers sat haphazardly strewn across the desk in front of you, each one depicting different inked up versions of the crime scene—from the body of Tatum Riley hanging by the driveway door, to the very gun that brought about the end of the accused 'murderer' himself. To the normal civilian, it would be hard to stomach—to you, it was just another Tuesday.

Except, this Tuesday seemed to really want to bash your head in.

With another aggravated huff through your lips, your hand shot out to the messy pile before sifting through it, trying to find something—anything—that would satisfy this god-awful itch in the back of your mind.

Then—a creak.

Your eyes shot up, muscles tensing as you scanned the shadows leaking through the corners of the room for the cause of the noise. One hand kept hovering above the sheets and the other slowly inched towards the drawer beneath you, fingers steadily winding around the knob before—

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

The flick of a switch came with the familiar voice that asked you that question; a voice that instantly caused your optics to widen and your back to suddenly go from lax to rigid as you clumsily fumbled around in your seat. "Sheriff!"

He grunted, voice gruff as he continued, "It's almost one, you have school tomorrow, why the hell are you still here?"

You parted your lips—ready to respond—when he squinted and scanned the desk, opening his own mouth to speak again before you could.

"Are those all from the casefile of the Woodsboro Massacre? Kid, that case is solved. It's done. The hell are you doing still in the station this late with those files?"

Your lips tugged down as your gaze trailed his own. "It just... it doesn't feel right, chief."

When he didn't respond, you chose to keep going.

"I mean, why would he kill his own daughter? I was close with Sid, I knew her and I knew how much her dad adored her—"

"That's the thing with psychos, Y/N, they—"

"He isn't just a psycho though!" That came out unnecessarily loud, and the chief seemed to think so too with the way his brow rose pointedly as soon as the words fell out, "Sorry, I... this case has been killing me all night. It just... it doesn't line up. If he really did snap, why target Casey Becker and Steve Orth days before the anniversary of his wife's death? Why specifically them? And why leave Billy and Stu with non-lethal wounds before killing himself?

"I know I should be grateful that they're still alive considering they're my best friends and all..." you continued, tone solemn, "and I am! I really am! I just... I can't help but find this all too strange."

And as you hung your head down, your ears soon perked up to the sound of several more creaks slowly growing louder as they made their way over to your seated form.

Then, a warmth blanketed your shoulder, causing your head to tilt up and your eyes to meet with a pair that seemed to slowly soften the longer you spent looking at them.

"Look, kid, you're a genius. That's why you work at this station. That's what you worked hard to prove to everyone here. Every cop in this town respects you—including me. If you say you think something's up with this case, then I believe you."

Your eyes lit up.

"Just... promise me you won't stay up this late investigating it. You can come down to the station as soon as school is over tomorrow but let me give you a ride home today."

You could do nothing but nod vigorously, too elated to form words as of that current moment. The nodding was enough though, and soon, you found yourself situated in the chief's car, buildings passing by in a flurry of colours as he drove over the bumps of the rocky road beneath you, gaze focused ahead.

With the incessant chatter of the radio echoing in the background, you almost couldn't hear your own thoughts. But, they were there. And they were just as unyielding in their fight for your attention.

Your skin crawled at the thought of Billy's expression if he ever found out about your doubt in his eye-witness account. Stu could brush it off easily but Billy... he was troubled, to say the least. He had a lot going on and you were one of the only people he trusted enough to share it all with; so to hear that you found him suspicious in any way would... well, it would crush him.

But, justice was justice. You pursued being a detective because it needed someone to deliver it with an iron fist. If that meant having to doubt the words of someone close to you then so be it. You worked so hard to get to where you were, you would be sure to honour it wholeheartedly.

"Here we are, kid." You blinked, turning to the officer beside you. "Get some rest, alright? See you tomorrow."

With a nod, you stepped out of the vehicle, and it didn't move an inch until you made it inside the house—staying there for a couple more seconds after the door closed before the wheels turned again as he started off once more.

And you didn't know if it was just because he was gone—his presence always being able to make you feel so much more safe than you did on a daily basis—but... a sudden chill ran down your spine, pricking your skin with a feeling you couldn't quite place your finger on but an unsettling one nonetheless.

You didn't quite get enough sleep that night.

But then again, when did you ever? Perhaps your paranoia was at an all time high because of insomnia—but, you digressed.

Besides, it was a new day and you had just arrived at school. You should focus—

—that was a lot easier said than done, though. Almost mindlessly staring into your open locker, you let your thoughts drift to the nefarious case for the umpteenth time.

Stop it, Y/N. Save it for the station.

With a sigh, you slammed the door shut and almost jumped when you caught view of what seemed to suddenly appear by your side.

There, stood one of the very boys your mind couldn't seem to hold off on thinking about recently—leaning against the locker with his defined arms crossed over his chest and his parted bangs falling over his face to frame it perfectly, basically forcing you to notice the way his lips were slightly twitched up as he gazed back at you.

"Billy," you whispered.

"Y/N," he responded, lips twitching up just a bit more, "I was wondering if you wanted to come over later? Watch a movie with me? I was gonna watch with Stu but then his family had that last minute trip thing."

Instantly, you were brought back to your conversation with the chief yesterday and your gaze drifted off to the side as you spoke—albeit a bit hesitantly—"I don't know... I should really get down to the station..."

He frowned at that, one arm unfolding to reach for your own, landing on your bicep before his fingertips slowly trailed down, ghosting over the exposed skin to send tingles down your spine as his palm finally found yours, fingers interweaving not too long after.

"C'mon, you spend so much time at the station now—it's like you're more hung up on this case than me. I barely ever get to see you. I miss my favourite girl."

That was true. Not the part about him barely seeing you (well, that was true too but—), the part about you being more hung up on the case than him—and he was actually there in person. It had only been a few days but Billy and Stu had seemed to move on just fine—which was strange considering the fact that, y'know, both of their girlfriends were dead.

Maybe, if you said yes, you'd be able to ask some specific questions to Billy; see if he was hiding any details from you.

"Okay," slowly, you nodded, "Yeah, sure, I'll come over."

At that, his lids fell halfway down his eyes before he purred out—voice borderline seductive—"Perfect."

To any girl who was none the wiser, that would send pleasant shivers down their spine—the shivers running down your spine, though, were anything but pleasant.

The rest of the school day breezed by and all you could find yourself thinking about was the case and Billy—he was practically living rent-free in your head. Even as he showed up at your last class—leaning against the wall in that way that just screamed Billy Loomis—you found yourself too stuck in your thoughts about him to be able to pay attention to the real him.

And he noticed.

"Y/N? You good?"

You blinked, tilting your head to his form as he walked beside you, the light breeze blowing slightly against his beautiful brown locks. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He frowned, reaching the hand that had been brushing against your own this whole time further towards you before asking, "You sure?"

Lightly, and as subtly as you could, you pulled your hand away. "Yeah, I'm sure."

He tilted his head down towards where your hands would've met and you watched as his lips pulled taut, expression almost appearing... blank as he stared at the empty space before his gaze flitted back up and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, muttering out a gruff 'okay' as he did so.

The rest of the walk to his house was silent—the wind and mindless chatter of other teenagers being the only thing your ears could pick up on.

And as you made it to his door, your heart constricted a little—thoughts wandering back to the look on his face after you rejected his seek for touch. Billy wasn't usually a physical person, at least, not with anyone but you and his now-dead girlfriend.

Though, even with Sid, his touch seemed a little more tense and uncertain than with you. You noticed the way he barely hesitated to hold you; the way he almost seemed relieved when he did finally get to feel you—be it against him or just your presence in the room.

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he had a crush on you. But he had a girlfriend already—one he asked out, no less—so that couldn't be the case. The only explanation was that he really valued you as a friend. And that thought pricked you so much more than it should've.

Perhaps... perhaps you were being too paranoid with your thinking. The case was done. Over. You should just lay it to rest before you ended up really hurting one of your best friends.

Yeah... yeah. You'd do just that. You were going to enjoy this day with Billy. No more getting caught up in cases that were already solved. Nope. It was time to be there for your best friend.

With that thought in mind, you reached out your hand, slowly intertwining your fingers with the tall boy's own as he opened the doors of his home—pausing for a moment to glance back at you with wide eyes before his lips stretched up more than you had ever seen before and he tugged on your arm.

It was the littlest of force but it was sudden enough to send you tumbling into his chest as his arms engulfed you wholy; entirely. You could practically feel that familiar sense of relief radiating off his form and you couldn't help the laugh that echoed off yours.

"God, I missed you," he mumbled into your hair and a small, gentle smile graced your lips.

"I missed you too."

You stood there for a few more moments, basking in each others presence for just a little longer before you decided to pull away—albeit being met with a little resistance from Billy's end but, you were eventually successful.

"Alright, c'mon, you big sap, let's go in and watch your favourite scary movie."

He grinned at that, instantly moving to grab your hand again as he led you to his room—rushing through the clear, monotone halls before he arrived at his wooden door and opened it with a wide swing of his arm.

Soon, you found yourself seated on his bed, feet kicking back and forth as you awaited his presence. He had gone to go retrieve the VHS containing his movie from the ground floor so it was just you sat in the confines of the room riddled to the brim with horror posters from all sorts of media.

For a jock, he sure was a nerd.

One particular thing stood out to you, though—a small, rectangular bit of paper clipped to a string. It illustrated a smaller version of both yourself and Billy, stood beside each other with large grins on your faces—carefree and bright in their nature; loving and tender.

He still had that?

Unable to stop yourself, you moved to get a closer look—

—only to almost stumble when your foot caught the edge of something that certainly wasn't the ground.

A box—dull and beaten up. It was made up purely of cardboard which definitely wasn't doing it any wonders when it came to durability, that was for sure. The brown colour was quite unsightly to look at and the way some parts seemed almost... maroon was strange, to say the least.

Ever the investigator, you almost couldn't help the way your fingers naturally curved around the lid, slowly lifting the rough material up before shifting it to the side just in time to catch a familiar mask staring right back at you.

Mouth opened wide in an endless scream as soulless black eyes glared into your form—the sharp silver of a cutting blade coated in crimson laying beside it. It was almost too much to process at once.

And as you picked up the leather notepad sat beneath the dark robe under the mask, the gears slowly started turning in your head.

Flicking through the pages only further solidified your conclusion.

That mask belonged to Ghostface. That knife laying next to it was coated in blood. Unless there was some other murder that happened between now and the massacre, this was definitely the missing evidence from the crime scene.

And it was all in Billy Loomis' room.

You had an inkling, but this... this was on a whole other level.

The notebook detailed different ways to rid yourself of evidence when committing a murder, each one being linked back to a particular horror movie—even going as far as to have quotes obsessively scribbled near them with timestamps and everything. It was insane.

But, by far, the craziest thing was that Billy—your Billy—committed all of this. And if Billy was in on it, then so was Stu.

They both had murdered your whole friendship group that night.

Your fingers shook as you slowly stood up, legs barely able to hold your weight with how weak that realisation rendered you. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been splashed onto you, drenching you from head to toe with the cruelty of the world.

Then—a click.

Slowly, you turned, book slipping from between your fingers as your eyes landed on the figure at the doorway.

Instantly, your hands shot up.

Billy stood there—expression blank as his eyes seemed almost... lifeless—with one hand raised and fingers wrapped around a black L-shaped object.

Your muscles grew tense. "Billy..."

"Stu's a fucking idiot," scoffed he, "I told him to burn all that stuff but he insisted we keep it as some sort of memento mori—something to remember our success with."

He took a step forward. You took a step back.

"But let's be honest, Y/N, you would've found out eventually, right?" As he spoke, your gaze stayed trained onto the gun, watching as he flailed it around—pupils shaking and hysteria slowly but surely clouding his eyes. "You always were too smart for your own good."

Your heart was beating ten miles a minute, practically playing drums in your ears with how loud it was as you continued to back away. "Billy, put the gun down."

"Y'know, Stu wanted to kill you... but I said no. Wanna know why?" He was now grinning from ear-to-ear. "'Cause I love you. I always have. Even as I was fucking that stupid whore Sidney that night, all I could think of was you."

You were running out of room to move back to. "Billy..."

"There! I confessed!" He suddenly rose his volume, and you winced a little. "Isn't that what you want?! A confession?! There's your fucking confession, Y/N!"

Getting kind of sick of all the ignoring, you spat back, "You know damn well that isn't the type of confession I want!"

"Well, maybe if your hadn't been such a snooping whore I wouldn't have to give you it!"

Here. There. Everywhere. He kept pointing that thing around so carelessly while his finger stayed hovering over the trigger, just one jerk away from a misfire; one jerk away from your possible end.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I promise."

"Billy! Be careful with that damn thing!"

A slam.

"You know, Y/N, I wouldn't even have to use this if you minded your own goddamn business!"

Your back hit the wall, and the barrel was now pointing directly. at. you.

"So pretty for me," he whispered, voice having mellowed out so suddenly—so dementedly—you almost couldn't believe your ears as he closed in on you, practically pressing his body right up against yours, "My pretty girl."

The barrel of the gun was directly under your chin now, being used to tilt your head and lock your gaze with his own, crazed one.

"Such a clever girl, aren't you, dollface?" His praises came out steadily, voice low and husky as he continued to coo, "My clever little detective."

And as the world went black around you, you caught one more voice enter the room.

"Took ya long enough."

#x reader #female reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere male x female reader #yandere male #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x y/n #yandere billy loomis #yandere billy loomis x reader #scream x you #scream x reader #scream 1996 x reader #ghostface x reader

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reareaotaku · 27 days

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Scream/Ghostface WIPs

I have a whole bunch of Scream works in my drafts and usually those stories do well, so here is what I have and yall let me know what you think: ! SUBJECT TO CHANGES! [NSFW WORKS INCLUDED]

Open up Wide- Billy has a nasty habit of uncontrollable jealousy and the only way to ease his aggression is to show you who you belong to. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: Smut, NSFW, Non-con/Dub-con, Obsession, Jealousy)

Bloody Sheets- You forget your house keys at Stu's house, so you go back only to find Billy standing over Sidney Prescott's dead body. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Maybe Stu too?) (Tw: NSFW, Non-Con, Billy covered in blood, Restraints, Voyeurism)

Crazy Pyscho- You never even thought two psychos would have the hots for you. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: Yandere, Non-con, Drugs, Threesome)

You're Sick- Billy and Stu want to have some fun with you. [Yandere! Stu Macher x Reader x Yandere! Billy Loomis] (Tw: Yandere, Non-con/Dub-con, Mask Kink, Slight Phone-Sex)

Manic Woman- You witnessed the murder of Maureen Prescott, but you were too strung out to be a witness. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: Reader has Bi-Polar/Manic Episodes, Medicated Reader, Drug Use, Sexual Assualt/Noncon/Dubcon)

Love Me- Billy is so in love with you; He just can't stop himself. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: Obsessive Billy, Stalking)

Prank Call- You keep getting Calls from what you can only assume is a prankster. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader] (Tw: Prank Calls)

More than Friends- Stu wants to be more than friends and he doesn't care if he has to kill someone to get to you. [Yandere! Stu Macher x Reader] (Tw: Murder, Cheating, Obsession)

Partners in Crime- Billy Loomis being a killer was a no-brainer, but no one would have thought that the good girl, Sidney Prescott, could be capable of killing. [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader/ Yandere! Sidney Prescott x Reader] (Tw: Sidney & Billy hate each other)

Drunk Love- Billy drunk texts you with the hopes of getting laid, but is upset when you reject him. [Incel! Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: Incel Billy, Misogyny, Alcohol, NSFW, Non-Con/Dub-Con)

Garage Style Fun- Billy traps both you and Tatum in the garage, but instead of murder, he has something else on his mind. [REQUESTED] [Billy Loomis x Reader x Tatum Riley] (Tw: Threesome, NSFW)

Come on Babe- You're confronted by Stu and Billy and you soon realize that you are now alone with the serial killers known as 'Ghostface'. [Part 1: Shut up, Stu] [Yandere! Stu Macher x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Billy Loomis] (Tw: N/a)

Here are some of my Kinktober ones that never got posted- And I don't know if I should, because it's WAYYYY past Kinktober....

Don't Touch Me, Ghostface- Day 16: Mask/Anonymous Sex [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: NSFW, Non-Con)

N/a- Day 17: Blowjobs/Handjobs [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: NSFW)

Wax Blood- Day 18: Temperature Play [Yandere! Stu Macher x Reader] (Tw: Wax Play, Ice Play)

Make it up to Me- Day 19: Make-up Sex [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: NSFW)

I Hate You- Day 20: Hate-Fucking [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: NSFW)

Tricked- Day 23: Threesome [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Stu Macher] (Tw: Non-con/Dub-con, Threesome, Y/n is tricked into threesome)

Bloody Love- Day 31: Blood Kink [Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader] (Tw: NSFW, Blood, Knife)

#scream #ghostface #wip

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syarina · 2 years

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My Favourite Blog

Smut~ Fluff~ Angst~ Dark~ Nothing~

Kathryn Hahn's Characters

Natasha Romanoff

Elizabeth Olsen's Characters

Female K-Pop Idol Blogs

The Vibrations of Your Voice ~ Maya Lopez

Love At First Sign ~ Maya Lopez

Talking Too Fast ~ Kate Bishop

Alcina Fluff ~ Alcina Dimitrescu

Fight Or Flight ~ Alcina Dimitrescu

Let You Down, Never Again ~ Thena

Please, Don't Break My Heart ~ Isabela Madrigal

Teachers ~ Female Avengers + Sharon Carter

Owned pt.2 pt.3 ~ Avengers

Your Little Heart Goes Pitter-Patter ~ Vampire!Valkyrie

Treat Me Like A Slut ~ Hela Odinsdottir

Smut Blurb ~ Hela Odinsdottir

Ride ~ Hela Odinsdottir

Change Of Pace ~ Lou Miller

Couldn't Wait ~ Kate Bishop

Hate Sex ~ Kate Bishop

Puppy Love ~ Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Why So Quiet? ~ Maddy Perez

Pretty Girl ~ Maddy Perez

Eat Me ~ Maddy Perez

Smut Drabble, Part.2 ~ Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard

Head While Asleep ~ Jenna Ortega

My Confession ~ Jenna Ortega

Just You ~ Jenna Ortega

Whiner ~ Lorraine Day

You're Mine ~ Camila Montes

Owned ~ Tara Carpenter

Infidelity ~ Amber Freeman, Tara Carpenter

Smut drabble~ Jill Roberts, Amber Freeman

7 Minutes In Heaven ~ Jill Roberts

Punishment and Bargaining ~ Madison Montgomery

Scream Female Characters ~ Sam Carpenter, Jill Roberts, Amber Freeman, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Sidney Prescott

Size Queen ~ Jotun!Loki Laufeyson

Release ~ Bucky Barnes

Sub Yandere Steven Grant x Male Reader

Reclaiming A Legacy ~ Amber Freeman

Because I Love You ~ Amber Freeman

Skin Deep ~ Tara Carpenter

Your Fault ~ Jill Roberts

It's Okay ~ Jill Roberts

Y/N Cracking Someone's Skull Because They Were Flirting With Alcina

Imagine Natasha and Wanda teasing Yelena about her crush on you ~ Yelena Belova

I Wish I Knew You Wanted Me ~ Tess Servopoulos

RE8 Ladies Reaction ~ RE8 Ladies

Watch and Learn ~ Yelena Belova

Safe and Sound ~ Tess Servopoulos

#smut #angst #fluff #female reader #marvel characters

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xavierbxby · 3 years

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Yandere!Billy and Stu x reader

The reader tries to escape Billy and Stu only to find themselves in a sticky situation.

Warnings: violence/abuse, nsfw implied, some dirty talk (?), mentions of a blade

Gender neutral terms used

Plates and glasses clanged together as (Y/N) tried to distract them self by washing dishes. Soapy water still managed to seep into the yellow Mary gold gloves, making (Y/N)’s bruised and frail wrists wrinkle.

They peered out off the window atop of the sink, watching the trees sway and leaves fall in the early autumn season, wishing to feel the cool breeze on their skin. But they know that they wouldn’t let them out, not if they paid thousands.

Billy got a bit angry the night before, (Y/N) tried desperately to climb out of the living room window, the once bolted shut window gave way and gave them hope. But Billy caught them as they just about managed to swing one leg out. The once warm feeling in (Y/N)’s cheek turned painful and tingly as they hit the wall. Now, a swollen cheek is in its place.

With a prominent limp, due to Billy cutting their ankle to halt their plans of running, (Y/N) started drying the plates, getting lost in the intricate designs on the glass. They snapped back to reality when the feeling of long scraggly arms enveloped them and a sloppy kiss placed amongst their temple.

“Oh baby, my baby. What did Bill do to ya? Hm?” Stu took the plate and turned (Y/N) around, fear forming like a horrid swamp in their stomach, they forced a smile.

“Not much, I’ve…felt worse.” Stu laughed and pushed (Y/N) against counter, closing in the space like a tiny room, stealing all the air and filling it with panic instead. His hand pushed up their face and forced a kiss, a kiss full of spit and obsession, a kiss full of reluctance and hatred.

Goosebumps of excitement hit (Y/N) as they realised Stu had keys, they always had keys, in the left back pocket. Stu and Billy would make sure that (Y/N) saw the myriad of locks on the door and jingled the keys in front of their face in a mocking manner.

Their acting was put to the test as they pretended to enjoy it. Wrapping one over his neck and making sure his face never separated from theirs. Anticipation hit them like trucks as they slowly reached around until Stu pushed inches away, “Damn, I can’t take you right now but trust me, I’ll get you and I’ll get you HARD.” He dived straight back into the kiss, his hands becoming uncontrollable fiends, groping everything in reach.

Slowly reaching into his back pocket for those damn keys, eyes open and senses on high alert, the metal touched their fingers and with a swift motion, pulled them out and muffled the sound in the palm of their hands. Bringing their arm back slowly and putting it in the hollow pocket of their oversized green cardigan. Looking back at Stu’s face, he remained unaware.

After what seemed like hours, Stu let go with smirk and cradled (Y/N)’s face, “God damn, I can’t wait to fuck this face later. Now, you behave.” He clicked his tongue and left the kitchen. Wiping away the saliva desperately, they looked into their pocket to find a shimmer, proving that they actually did it and it wasn’t a dream.

Peaking around the corner, Billy and Stu were preoccupied with making sure the windows were strong enough to stay shut. Tiptoeing to the front door, gradually looking back with caution. They grasped the handle and begun unlocking, one by one, silently.

The door opened the tiniest bit and (Y/N) squeezed through, into the cold and bitter air of the approaching autumn season. Closing the door quietly, they ran. Ran straight down the decaying wooden steps and down the stone path, passing overgrown bushes, flowers and shrubs. Ignoring the aching feeling in their ankle, they swung the yellowed gate open and straight forward into the heavily wooded area. Panting profusely, as well as laughing maniacally, wearing the triumph of a gladiator surviving the lions.

Back at home, Stu and Billy were throwing endless cuss words towards each other as furniture flew around the downstairs. Billy’s face as red as blood with veins protruding through his neck and forehead, whilst Stu stood in disbelief, biting his thumb.

“You fucking let them out, you fucking let- “

“I didn’t fucking let them out Bill! We’re ages away from anywhere, they couldn’t have got far, now move your ass!” Stu, catching Billy’s anger like a cold, grabbed some rope and exited the house. Billy following after, livid.

Twigs and thorns stabbed and scraped at (Y/N)’s legs and got caught within the fibres of their cardigan. Their ankle now throbbing and becoming increasingly painful, they stopped and laid down on a clear patch of grass, looking up at the darkening sky. Giggling, (Y/N) closed their eyes and felt the damp grass beneath their figure, smelt the petrichor of yesterday’s rain and tasted the metallic in their mouth from biting their cheek due to anxiety. Everything was calm and still.

The sound of the wind gently swooshing the tall trees were deafened out by racing footsteps and yelling of two familiar people. Shooting up and gazing upon a small hill, there stands Stu Macher and Billy Loomis with a psychotic look in their eyes. Before they even had the chance to get up, Billy and Stu were on them like cheetahs.

“You little bitch!” Billy climbed on top and thrown his fist into (Y/N)’s right cheek with enough force to split open their cheekbone. Stu sat beside, looking on with disbelief and regret in his eyes.

After a few punches, and broken bones, Billy appeared to have calmed down and lowered himself down to their ear, “We love you darling, we love you so much and you betray that love. We want the best for you and we want to look after you but you just-“ gritting his teeth and punching the earth, making them flinch, he composed himself “, you just don’t see that.” Billy pecked their cheek and snatched the rope from an upset Stu’s hand and proceeded to tie up their bruised hands. Grabbing a switchblade from his back pocket, he was stuck in a trance, he inches the blade closer to (Y/N)’s neck.

“Bill, Billy, calm it.” Stu now broken his silence and snapped Billy out of it, he cut the remainder of the rope and used it to tie your bloodied ankles together as you hissed, winced and whimpered. He got off and Stu picked you up bridal style all the way back, back to the shithole, a place even worse than hell.

#slashers #billy loomis #stu macher #scream #slashers x reader #yandere #reader #Yandere!slasherxreader #sidney prescott #baby firefly #bo sinclair #brahms heelshire #jason voorhees #leatherface #lester sinclair #michael myers #norman bates #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader

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tatumslollipop · 10 months

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Ghostface!Sidney Prescott X Ghostface!Reader

this has been in my drafts for a while

Y/N was sitting in Sidney's room waiting for her girlfriend to come back. Wanting to surprise her. But then Sidney came running in her room covered in blood. Y/N runs up to her and says "Omg Sidney are you okay?". She is worried. "Y/N ... this is not my blood" Sidney confesses to her girlfriend. Y/N looks at her confused and also horror. "Sidney. No. You don't mean that you" Y/N says in shock and panics taking a step back from her girlfriend. "Y/N I did. But believe me darling. I would never hurt you. I just killed Billy's Mom" Sidney says with a sight of pride and worry that her girlfriend will betray her or see her as something evil. "Why Sidney?" Y/N says sitting down on Sidney's bed trying to hold onto her feelings. "You know my mom left right?" "How could I not remember." Y/N says.

Y/N and Sidney just came back from school when Sidney saw a letter saying to Sidney. She read it and tears start falling from her eyes and hugged her telling her everything is gonna be okay. She gave me the letter and it said that Sidney's mom is leaving her forever because her dad has cheated on her with Billy's Mom. This night we just laid in her bed and cuddled. She didn't went to school for days. After School I would always visit her and comfort her and bring her my notes and some little gifts like flowers or sweets. We would talk and just cuddle. "I needed to kill her. I hate this bitch. I have a plan I need you to help me with. Please say yes baby" Sidney said with excitement. "Yes" Y/N said. She would do anything for her girlfriend to make her happy. But needless to say she also for a fact thinks of killing a lot. It charmed her. "Billy's Family stayed together. That isn't fair is it" Sidney said. Y/N shakes her head. "Well I want to kill all his friends and family to make him suffer through life till in the end. We kill him. Will you be my partner in crime?" Sidney's eyes darkened. She looks psychotic just insane but also so hot. "Yes Sidney. I will but promise me something." Y/N says almost looking crazier than Sidney "What is it my love?" Sidney says looking deep into Y/N with passion that is indescribable. "Come over to my house when you are covered in blood. You look so hot right now." Y/N says starting to kiss and bite Sidney's neck tasting the blood. "God I love you so much" Sidney says coving Y/N cheeks with her hands and kissing her. What happens after that is our little secret. They start planning the murders this night and start with Casey and Steve since she was Stu's cheating Ex which gives him reason to kill her and her boyfriend. Y/N and Sidney's love for eachother just grows with every kill. They are both psychotic but insane is the new sane.

And finally the day of act 3. Y/N was throwing a party to distract the people from the murders to make then feel better with the saying "We are saver together". Sidney just killed the principal on the football field which made everyone run to the school expect her friend group. Y/N kills Tatum while Sidney murders Gale and her camera man and Y/N Dewey. When Sidney finally takes off the mask they two man are shocked. "Suprise Billy" says Sidney with the voice changer. "How could you" Billy says in fear and shock which made him look even more pathetic than usual. "Because of your bitch mother. Your family stays together but mine doesn't. That's not fair now is it Baby?" Sidney says tracing her knife at Billy's cheek and looking at the other masked killer who is holding a gun at Stu's throat. Y/N takes off her mask and they look even more shocked. "No its not." Y/N says cold and kisses Sidney's lips gentle. "We are gonna blame you two for the murders and come out as the victims. The Final Girls. And don't worry your little dad is also here to give us company" Y/N opens the closet door to reveal Billy's dad completely tied up. "Well the party can begin now" Sidney says stabbing Billy in the stomach and Y/N shooting Stu in the head. "I love this baby" Y/N says as she licks her finger covered in blood. After killing everybody Sidney and Y/N clean the weapons and stab eachother in the shoulder and then run into windows to look like victims. When the police finally arrived they got called the Heros of the Woodsboro murders and lived a life of fame and Love. Only they knew what they did that Summer.

#im delulu #aesthetic #scream #sidney prescott #sidney prescott x reader #ghostface!sidney x ghostface!reader #slashers #scream franchise #trending #viral #ghostface!sidney #ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface!sidney prescott #yandere sidney prescott #neve campbell x reader #neve campbell #lesbian

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dlphantom · 2 years

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𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖗 ~ {𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒}

ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧＳ：ＹａｎｄｅｒｅＴｈｅｍｅｓ，Ｂｌｏｏｄ，ＳｕｇｇｅｓｔｉｖｅＴｈｅｍｅｓ，Ｉｍｐｌｉｃａｔｉｏｎｓｏｆｒａｐｅ.

▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁

ｌｉｅｓ, that's all your relation ship was. Deceived to believe that they actually loved you, it was all so sweet until it wasn't.

Stu was throwing a party at his house tonight to celebrate the suspension of classes and his parents vacation as this mysterious 'Ghost Faced' killer lurked in the dark. Even though the mayor had set a curfew for Woodsboro rambunctious teens were still out doing their thing since no parents ever gave a shit anymore.

Sitting in your boyfriends lap while watching Halloween on his tv in the living room with the rest of the guest as Randy ranted on and on about horror movies. Your other boyfriend, Billy, was upstairs talking to Sidney since she accused him of the threatening phone call she received a couple of nights ago.

Smiling over at Stu as he winks and kisses you on the cheek, your attention quickly gets diverted as Randy shoots up in a fit mumbling about 'the rules'. "#1 Be a virgin, so no sex" Randy points at the ceiling with his eyebrows raised making everyone one in the room groan as you chuckle lightly. " #2 No drugs or alcohol" Cheering everyone raises their beers, everyone except you. " and finally #3, Never say you'll be right back. 'Cause ya won't!" He finally exclaims with a sigh. Shifting, Stu mumbles something along the lines of 'let me up' lightly in your ear, obeying quietly you stand up to let him off the small velvet lounge chair. "Well I'm gonna get a beer, refill anyone?" He laughs out with a smile, as most agree. "well then, I'll be right back!" Stu backs away into the kitchen with a wide grin and loud laugh leaving you to finally settle back down with a stifled giggle. Thinking to yourself that if these were the rules then you'd be pretty good off and might survive in a rare chance that you end up in some sick horror movie situation.

Not much longer after he returns and the phone rings, walking over swiftly Stu picks up the phone. His smile soon morphing to something of surprise as he turns around " Mr. Himbry was found dead gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field". Suddenly erupting in cheers after a second of silence the other guys, besides Randy and Stu of course, fling themselves over the sofas and to the front door.

Returning over to the two you smile softly at Stu as we walks off somewhere, not without kissing you on the lips, you turn back to the Tv as you and Randy settle back down to watch Jamie Lee Curtis get chased down by her psycho brother. Unbeknownst to you, you didn't realize how quickly things would go down hill from there.

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ｂｌｏｏｄａｎｄｂｏｄｉｅｓ.

They were everywhere, from Tatum hanging from the garage cat door to Randy faced down on the foyer floor, the reporter dead in the News Van and Sidney's dad leaning on the door frame in the closet. Sidney in Billy's bloody hands as Stu hangs himself over your shoulder keeping you in place as you watch Billy plunge the knife deep into Sidney's chest without remorse.

Choked sounds leave her mouth as her hands cup her chest as she stares you dead in the eyes and falls lifeless to the ground. "NO!" You scream out in utter pain as you watch your best friends life fade from her mocha eyes. Sobbing as your knees collapse in on themselves as Stu supports you while pressing a kiss to your neck as you cry out in pain. A grin spreads over your boyfriends faces as they circle in on you, trapping you between their blood soaked clothes.

" c'mon baby it isn't that bad, I mean your just as worse,-" You cut Billy of by repeatedly mutter no softly as you throw your head back against Stu's shoulder. " Oh yeah you are baby, Falling head over heels for two serial killers. Now that doesn't sound too good does it?" Stu chuckles out in a sadistic manner as to taunt you.

Sharing a look they both squeeze themselves impossibly closer as Billy takes your chin in his blood drenched hand and Stu nuzzles against your head like a cat.

" Ｙｏｕｈａｖｅｎｏｉｄｅａｈｏｗｍｕｃｈｗｅ＇ｖｅｂｅｅｎｈｏｌｄｉｎｇｏｕｒｓｅｌｖｅｓｂａｃｋｆｏｒｙｏｕ" Billy mutters out lowly as his thumb grazes your bottom lip to slip in into your mouth slowly. Fear stricken you try to struggle but it's useless as they both are twice your size. Eyes widening as Billy takes back his hand on your jaw just to lightly graze down the side of your face with the blood covered knife.

Both erupting in laughter, Stu lifts you up by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder as he starts up the stairs as Billy follows suit looking you in the eyes the whole way to Stu's bedroom.

I guess you couldn't survive as one of the rules Randy gave has soon been corrupted. Maybe there were exceptions to the rules, but it didn't matter anymore because even though you did survive, it was for nothing at all.

Cursed to a horrid fate with two men whom you once loved but soon turned sour with blood.

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Love Sick / (Yandere) Mickey Altieri X OC

Parts 1-4 of my (ongoing) fan fiction. It is completely written in first-person because in this case the OC, Lila, is you. Im not the best writer but i hope you enjoy it, nonetheless.

Synopsis:

Lila Dupres is a long time resident of Woodsboro and a survivor of the Woodsboro massacres. After graduating high school she takes residence at Windsor College, determined to get a degree in theatre so she may follow her dreams of becoming a horror movie makeup artist/prop maker.

But it is only a matter of time before the slasher follows her, wedging a knife into her plans.

Will she live to graduate?

(Based loosely on the events of Scream 1+2)

***TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains themes that some may find offensive/triggering, such as alcohol and drug use, physical and sexual assault, death, self harm, suicide, violence and gore. Read at your own risk.***

***I do not claim any rights to the scream franchise or any of its characters. This is a fanfiction, so it does include characters and a story line of my own creation.***

Cover:

Act I

I kick the door of the trailer open with my foot and the sickly scent of weed hits me like a brick wall. I could never get used to it.

Arms full of grocery bags, I make my way to the kitchen area and drop them onto the cupboard with a bang.

My father sits up from his position on the couch, a joint between his lips.

"Ah Lila, Baby! You're back." He grins. "What's for dinner tonight?"

"Stir-fry rice." I reply in a monotone voice, pulling the ingredients from the paper bags.

"My favorite!" He pats himself on the stomach, slumping back down onto the couch.

I pull a pan out of the drawer and pour the rice into it, I bought the pre-cooked stuff because I really hadn't felt like boiling it tonight.

I always cooked for my father, not only did i refuse to eat the blackened food he always prepaired, but it gave me something to do during the day. I didnt really have many friends here in Woodsboro and I haven't gone out much since all of the killings had occurred a couple of years back.

The only reason I was making his favorite today was because I felt guilty. I had some very hard news to break and I thought it best to do it over a enjoyable meal- my father's heart is in his stomach, after all.

As I stir the bagged vegetables into the mix I stare at the small box television in the living room. My father was watching Psycho, his favorite horror film who's name I got from the main protagonist. He was a huge horror fan.

Surrounded by his favorite things, this would make the perfect opportunity to break the news.

I slide the finished Stir-fry onto some paper plates- I really didn't feel like doing dishes today- and carrying them to the couch.

My dad happily takes a plate, snuffing out his joint and using his round stomach as a table to eat. This is how most of our evenings went.

I lay my plate on my lap, turning my food over with a plastic fork. I examine my father, trying to gage his mood. He was a big man, with long stringy black hair and a disscheveled beard to match. He kept it out of his face with a paisley bandana tied around his forehead.

"Is something the matter, baby?" My father shoots me a look of concern.

"There is something I really need to talk to you about..." I mutter as I shove a forkfull of food in my mouth.

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything..." He sits up straight, laying his plate of food on the small make-shift coffee table.

"Are you gay? Because you know I'll love you either way right?" He lays a reassuring hand my on shoulder.

"No-no... that's not it..." I shake my head.

I look into his eyes, they are slightly blood shot but I know he is listening intently.

"I'm leaving..." I hold my breath, waiting for his reaction.

"What? Why? Where?" My father bombards me with questions.

"You know how I was saving up for college but I couldn't afford it?" I bite my lip. "Well mom agreed to put me through. I'll have to live on campus."

"Of course!" He rolled his eyes. "Your mother always has to step in a one-up me. I'll always be a failure of a parent."

My mother and father were separated. For years it was a constant battle between the two on who I had preferred to live with. It was always my father, because my mom was too much of a priss for me to handle. All she cared about was appearances and money- which she has a lot of. Whereas my father had always accepted me as I am and I could never ask for anything more.

Plus, I couldn't stand my mother's new husband. Just the thought of him sent a shiver up my spine.

"No, your not!" I wrap my arms around him in a tight hug. "You're not a perfect parent, but you've done more for me then she ever will."

Tears begin to roll down my father's cheeks and I wipe them away with my fingers.

"Do it..." He smiles. "Go make something of yourself, don't let me hold you back..."

"I dont want you to end up a dead-beat like me... playing guitar at a shitty dive bar down the road." He kisses my forehead. "You wanted to major in theatre arts right? So you can become a makeup artist and prop designer?"

I nod my head, he really does listen.

"Then go do it and rock it. You're going to blow through those classes like a piece of cake." He points to the movie that played on the television. "Any one day you're artwork will be on the big screen and I'll be able to look up and say: 'see that badass monster? My baby girl made that'."

As he speaks I can feel tears well up in my eyes. This was not the devastated reaction I had expected.

"But will you be okay... without me?" I ask.

"Probably not- but I'll manage." He jokes, letting me out of his embrace.

"I love you dad." I smile.

"I love you too." He smiles back at me. "Now go pack your things!"

He gives me a loving pat on the back as I run excitedly toward my room.

I dont have many things to pack, my room was extremely small containing only enough room for a twin sized bed and a small high boy dresser.

I pack my clothes as well as my sketchbooks into a large duffel bag. I was always drawing any chance that I got, doodling different character and prop design ideas- usually horror related ones- they were the most fun to draw because i could let my imagination run wild. Plus, when a character is meant to be ugly the design is a lot more forgiving of your mistakes.

I change into my pj's and jump into bed early, barely able to sleep with the excitement. Tomorrow, I'm off to college!

***

I look at myself in the small bathroom mirror as I brush my teeth. My hair was black like my father's, parted down the side with a blonde money piece I had dyed myself. My skin was pale and I wore my usual makeup look- a grungy black smokey eye and some dark red lipstick.

For clothing I picked out some torn skinny jeans, converse, a holey band t-shirt, a couple of studded belts on my waist and a red plaid button up on top. This was usually my go-to look. Causal but still kind of punky.

My toast pops in the kitchen and I run out to grab it, throwing my duffel bag over my shoulder on the way. As I shove it into my mouth I can hear the taxi outside blowing its horn. I give my dad one final goodbye hug and rush into the taxi.

Windsor college, here I come!

***

The driver shakes me awake, I had fallen to sleep on the way. I thank him and pay before stepping out of the taxi.

The school was huge and surrounded by students all crowding into the entrance. Words cannot describe my enthusiasm. I loved school as it were- I guess you could call me a bit of a nerd- but now going to school for something I was interested in made it so much more enjoyable.

I run to catch up to the crowd and suddenly I hear a voice call out from behind me.

"Hey Lila! What's up!?"

I turn to see who it was, the duffel bag on my shoulder swung and almost knocked a boy off of his feet. I apologized profusely before realizing it was-in fact- Randy Meeks that had called out to me.

He approaches me, Sidney Prescott by his side. He was one of my only friends in Woodsboro, we always had a heated debate every time I would run to the video store to rent another horror movie for my father for the thousandth time. Sometimes we would hang out after school for movie marathons, but our relationship became distant after the Woodsboro massacre. I went outside a lot less once I had graduated highschool.

He pulls me into a tight hug and once he lets go Sidney jumps in for one as well.

"We're going to be going to the same college, that's awesome!" Sidney grins.

"It is!" I clap my hands together. "It makes me feel a lot less nervous to see some familiar faces."

Randy grins, wrapping an arm around mine and Sidneys shoulders. They lead me to the office to get my room key.

"You should go get settled into your dorm, class starts at 8!"

I glance down at my watch, it's 7:40am. I only have 20 minutes. I panic, shouting 'see you later!' Before running like a maniac through the halls. I the last thing I want to do is make a bad impression on my first day.

I run with a bit of a hobble, the large bag weighing down my left shoulder. As I'm about to run out the entrance I run into somebody, almost knocking them over once again.

The impact causes the zipper to burst on my over filled bag and my belongings fall out and slide across the linoleum floor.

"Oh my God! Shit! I'm so sorry!" I apologize for the second time in the last half hour.

I fall to my knees and start haphazardly shoving everything back into my bag. The guy I had hit kneels to my level. He had warm brown hair and dark eyes.

"It's alright. Do you need a hand?" He smiles, his teeth perfectly in line. I would be lying if I said he wasn't attractive.

"No-no it's fine, I got it!" I shove the last thing into my bag before jumping to my feet once again.

"I gotta go!" I shout before turning around on my heels and running in the direction of my dormitory.

When I get to my room I toss my bag onto the unoccupied bed. The other half of the room was organized and cutely decorated. In between both beds was a communal computer and desk that separated our spaces.

I dig into my bag for my pencils and composition books before running back where I had started to attend class.

Act II

Unfortunately I hadnt made it in time. My teacher was not pleased but hopefully I can make up for my tardiness through my work.

I plank myself down in the only empty seat at the front of the class. I could feel everybodies eyes burning holes into the back of my skull.

"Everybody, this is Lila Dupres." The teacher speaks up. "She is our newest student."

I hear unenthusiastic 'hello's from the students around me.

"Before we were rudely interrupted-" the teacher shoots me a angry glare. "We were talking about how what happened in the theatre was a direct result of the movie itself."

"What happened?" I speak before raising my hand.

The teacher shakes his head and Randy speaks up.

"There were two murders at the screening of Stab last night. Maureen Evans and Phil Stevens."

My heart sinks into my stomach.

"Movies are not responsible for our actions. Bottom line." A pretty blonde haired girl chimes in, I later found out her name was Cici.

"Its a classic case of life, imitating art, imitating life." Someone retorts. It's the guy I had run into in the hallway earlier.

The students continue arguing back and forth between each other, the teacher stepping in now and then to highlight a particular point.

I hadnt had much of a chance to process the murders, so the way that they spoke about the deaths so non-chalantly made me a little anxious.

***

I kept quiet for the rest of my classes, scribbling down notes as the teacher said to do so until the bell rings, signaling the start of lunch break.

I grab a tray in the cafeteria. The place was packed. I frantically look around for a place to sit.

"Hey, Lila! Over here!" I hear Randy's voice as he waves me over.

He points to a seat at the end of the table and I sit. There was a couple of people at the table I did not recognize from any of my classes.

"So this is Hallie." Randy points to a beautiful black girl that sat beside him, then begins to introduce everybody around the table.

"This is Derek, Sidney's lover." He teases as he points to a broadly built guy with dark hair.

"Well, you know Sidney of course." He laughs.

"And this is-" before Randy is able to finish the guy butts in.

"Mickey- Mickey Altieri." He introduces himself. It's the boy from my class I had run into earlier that day. He extends his hand over the table and I shake it.

"It's nice to meet you all." I smile, shoveling a fork full of my mashed potatoes into my mouth. It was extremely bland.

"So Randy said you like scary movies?" Mickey tries to make conversation and I nod.

"She's named after the character from Psycho, isn't that cool?" Randy intercepts. "Her father is a horror lover as well."

Mickey smiles, wrinkles forming around his eyes.

"So what's your favorite?" He asks.

"Definately 'A Nightmare on Elm Street.'" My eyes light up, any excuse to talk about that movie gets me pumped. He notices this and keeps the conversation going.

"Which one?" He grins.

For the rest of lunch period we talk horror with the occasional comment from Randy. I throughly enjoy it.

As I throw away my trash and get up to leave, he grabs me by the arm.

"There's a party tonight, are you going?" He asks enthusiastically.

"Oh no, probably not." I sigh. "Today is only my first day, I dont really know anybody here."

"I think you should, it's a great way to meet people." He grins. "And I'll be there... it'll be fun."

"Hmm..." I bite the inside of my cheek. "Alright."

He gives me all of the details and leaves with a smug expression.

***

After classes are over I head back to my dorm room to get my homework done, party or not I was not slacking on my grades.

When I get back my roommate is there, I hadn't met her yet. She sits at the desk, scratching something down in her notebook.

"Hey, my name is Lila." I introduce myself and she peers up at me.

Her hair was platinum blonde and pin straight. She wore a skimpy tank top with her belly button showing and a short tennis skirt.

She gives me a look of disgust, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Of course I'm stuck with you." She groans. What a bitch.

She goes back to writing, completely ignoring me.

"Do you mind if I use the desk?" I ask politely.

"Are you blind? I'm using it." She spat.

"Yes but I need to use the computer, can't you write somewhere else?"

She snaps her textbook closed, shoving it under her shoulder and jumping to her feet.

"Whatever. I didn't want to be here with you anyway." She leaves in a huff.

What is her problem? I shake my head and sit down to the desk, the seat was still warm. I turn on the computer and begin to type, I had to write a movie script for film class.

As I finish the last couple of paragraphs the sun ducks underneath the horizon and my room is only filled with the light of the computer monitor. I almost forgot I had a party to attend.

I turn on the lights and turn off the computer, making sure to save my project so all of my progress would not be lost. I spent way too much time planning every detail to lose it.

I change my outfit, putting on a slim fit purple velvet dress with spaghetti straps. I swap my dark lipstick for some gloss and roll some scented body glitter across my collarbone. I pull on some strappy heels for a final touch. I'm about to be the hottest girl at that party.

I exit my dorm and try to recall the name of the sorority house I was going to. All of them had names with strange Greek letters... beta-zeta-omega-lambda... I couldn't remeber.

The breeze was cool and crisp for an August night. I listen carefully for the sound of people or music, but all I can hear is the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement.

Alpha-delta-gamma... ok, this is starting to piss me off now.

I see a shadowy black figure move in the corner of my eye. Perhaps they are leaving the party?

"Hey!" I shout into the air. "Can you help me!?"

The figure turns toward me and my heart stops. Somebody was dressed up in a Ghostface costume. When they saw me they immediately started running into the trees.

I walk in the direction that the costumed person had come from- and sure enough, it lead me right to the party. It was probably some drunk trying to play a sick prank.

The place was filled with flashing disco lights and smoke. People dance together, grinding against each other-drinks in hand. I have to shimmy past a couple making out in the doorway to get to the beer table.

I pop the can and bring it to my lips. I have a problem holding my alcohol, so I don't drink often... but it was a Friday night and I didn't have classes tomorrow... so why the hell not?

'Mr. Vain' By Culture Beat booms on the speakers. I absolutely love this song. I make my way to the dance floor, swaying my hips to the beat.

I dance with my beer in the air, enjoying myself.

Suddenly I feel somebody's arms snake around my waist. I look up over my shoulder, it's a guy from my class who's name I cannot remember. His dark hair- slicked with gel- falls infront of his face as he sways along with me to the music.

As the song changes I turn myself around. His arms move from my waist down onto my hips and we continue to sway. He leans forward, pressing his cheek against mine.

"How about we get out of this place, hmm?" He whispers in my ear. I can smell the alcohol on his breath.

"No thanks. I'm not done dancing yet." I bluntly reject him. He was really good looking but one night stands just arnt my thing.

He doesn't take no for an answer, his hands make their way up the back of my skirt. I shove him away by his chest.

"Stop!" I snap.

"What's the matter? Not a fan of PDA? We can find somewhere more private."

He leans toward me again and I smack him across his face.

"What the fuck!?" He growls. "What's wrong with you!?"

"Youre disgusting. Get out of my sight." I cross my arms.

"Fat bitch. Your lucky anybody even considered sleeping with you."

I'm not fat, but I'm not small either. I'm sort of in the middle- which makes it difficult to shop for clothes.

Regardless, I know my worth.

"Yeah, yeah. Kiss my ass dipshit." I hiss. "Go find another girl to assault."

He gives me a repulsed look before storming off.

I sigh, shaking my can of beer, it was empty. I was not even close to being drunk enough to deal with this shit. That means it's time for another.

I turn to head toward the beer table once again and I run into somebodys chest. It was Mickey.

"You really like running into me, don't you?" He grins as I readjust my nose ring.

"Apparently."

He has a beer in each hand, extending one toward me. I gladly take it.

"I saw you smack the soul out of that dude. What happened?" He laughs.

"He got a little too handsy." I popped the can, taking a sip. "He deserved it."

"He definitely deserved it." He chuckles.

"Do you want to dance?" He jokes. "I promise to keep my hands to myself."

I grin and the song switches to 'Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go' by Wham!. I take him by the hand and pull him out to the center of the dance floor.

We twist together to the music. I start to lip sync along, using my beer can as a microphone. He bursts into laughter, clapping with the beat.

It's the most fun I've had in a while... but it is short lived.

Somebody shouts something into the crowd and everybody starts running from the building in a panic.

"What's going on?" I look around in bewilderment.

"I don't know..." He furrows his brows. "But if everybody is getting out of here we probably should too."

He takes me by the hand and leads me through the crowd. I am getting pushed and shoved from every direction, I press myself as closely as I can into Mickey's back to avoid some of the blow.

When we get outside I take a step back, the fresh air was nice on my flushed face.

"Cici's dead!" Somebody shouts.

"What?" My heart rises into my throat.

"She was just murdered- stabbed and thrown off the balcony of her sorority." Somebody answers my question.

It's happening again... I thought all of this murder stuff was behind me. First the massacre in Woodsboro, now here. Death just likes to follow me around.

I remeber the costumed person I had met earlier, was I really face to face with the killer?

"Lila, are you alright?"

"Huh...?"

"You look like you're going to be sick." Mickey looks at me with concern.

He was right. Between the anxious knots in my stomach and the alcohol I had just downed, I wanted to vomit.

In spite of the news and the fear that surrounded us, he seemed rather calm. Am I just over reacting? Or is he just not normal?

He helped me back to my dorm, I didn't feel safe walking alone and my legs were beginning to feel unsteady.

We part ways at the door and I stumble up to my room. Throwing myself down onto my bed.

I close my eyes. Perhaps I'll wake up tomorrow and realize that this part of the night was all a bad dream. That no murder had actually occurred and the college grounds are perfectly safe.

Right?

Act III

I frighten myself in the mirror this morning. Last nights smokey eye had migrated across my face and my hair had found its way into my lipgloss.

I jump into the shower and clean myself up, I still feel sick but that is no reason to look like a hot mess. I redo my makeup and put on my usual plaid shirt-skinny jean combo.

I make my way down to the cafeteria, grabbing a plate full of cheese scrambled eggs and bacon. Grease is exactly what I need right now.

The eggs were just as bland as the potatoes I had the day before, I'm going to starve in this place.

I knaw at the overcooked bacon, forcing it down my throat with some orange juice. Ugh.

I scrape my tray into the garbage and almost drop it as I hear a blood curdling scream from the kitchen.

I- along with some other students that were in the cafeteria- rush into the back to see what is wrong.

The lunch lady stands in shock by the walk in cooler.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

As I open the door of the cooler something rolls out onto my foot. I look down, it's a severed head with a butchers knife in its skull.

I panic and kick it off of my shoe. It rolls over and reveals it's face to be that of the guy that harassed me at the party last night. His skin was blue from the cold.

I probably shouldn't have looked but curiosity had gotten the best of me. I peek inside the walk in and the boys body lay lifeless against the shelving. He had been cut across his stomach, his intestines spilling out onto his lap. The word 'PIG' had been carved into his chest with a kitchen knife.

I throw up my breakfast into a nearby trashcan, so much for that.

The other students run around frantically in a panic as the lunch lady dials 911.

***

It is not long before the police arrive. They sit me down at one of the lunch tables as they tape off the crime scene.

"Hello, Lila." An officer sits across from me, offering me another plate of breakfast and glass of juice. " I have a few questions."

I stare at the plate and I cannot even fathom trying to eat it. The sausages on the plate make me think of the organs I had just witnessed and I almost puke again.

"Tell me everything that you know." The officer requests.

I tell him exactly what had happened, and more... perhaps too much. I tell him about what had happened at the party last night.

"So your telling me, you have a motive?" The officer raises a brow and my face falls pale.

"What do you mean!?"

"Well isnt it funny how he ended up dead after assaulting you last night, and you just happened to be one of the first people to find his body?"

I start to feel light headed, I could hear my pulse in my ears. Why me? Why me!?

"Your off the hook for now while I question the others, but your still a prime suspect. Do not try to run away or anything stupid." He gives me one last warning before moving to the next table.

I take the glass of oj and walk outside, I need some fresh air. I sit at a bench underneath a tree. Maybe I should have just stayed in Woodsboro.

I feel the bench move beside me, it's Randy.

"Hey Lila, I just heard what happened." He frowns. "Are you doing alright?"

"Just peachy." I sigh, staring down at the juice in my hand.

He wraps an arm around my shoulders, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"It'll be alright. You'll be alright." He smiles. "I lived through the Woodsboro massacre first hand, and I'm doing great."

"Yeah... but you weren't the prime suspect." I groan, laying my head onto his shoulder.

"Everybodies a suspect in a murder case, you should know that by now." He jokes.

Tears start to run down my cheeks, I didn't even feel them coming but I can't control it.

"I won't survive in jail, Randy." I sniff. "I'm too soft."

I hear a rustling sound behind us, then a voice.

"What's going on?" Mickey shows up out of nowhere, sitting on the bench on the other side of me.

I hadn't heard him approach, where did he come from?

"Lila's a murderer." Randy jokes.

"Shut up Randy! Thats not funny!" I use the back of my hand to wipe away my tears. They were stained black with my eyeliner.

I notice Mickey had a small silver camcorder in his hand, what is he recording?

"Why would they think it was you?" He blinks in astonishment.

"Because apparently I have a motive." I take the last sip of my orange juice, crumbling the cup up in my hands. "It's not fair."

He looks me in my eyes, laying his free hand ontop of mine.

"You'll be fine..." He smiles. "I'm sure of it."

He speaks with so much confidence that I almost believe him. But how can he be so sure?

As if on cue the police walk out of the building with another student in cuffs. The sheriff approaches us at the bench.

"Miss. Dupres, I apologize if I scared you earlier. We've just made an arrest, you're in the clear." He smiles.

"That's his roommate..." Randy points out. "How do you know it's him?"

"We found a ball of hair in the victims fist, matching the hair of his roommate. We also found this when doing a search of their dorm room."

The sheriff holds up a bloodied Ghostface mask and my jaw falls open.

"The blood on this mask also matches that of Casey- or Cici. So we know both of the killings were linked." He tucks the mask under his arm.

"You kids be safe now, alright?" He tips his hat. "And thank you so much for your cooperation, Lila."

The sheriff walks away, hopping into his police car and driving away with the criminal.

"See, you got worried for nothing." Mickey smiles warmly, his hand still ontop of mine.

"Yeah, I didn't doubt you one bit." Randy jests and I dig my elbow into his side.

"I'm still probably never going to get the image of that out of my head. That was grody." I close my eyes, rubbing my forehead as if it would release my memories.

"You watch a lot of horror movies, shouldnt you be accustomed to it?" Mickey asks.

"Seeing it in person is a lot different then in the movies. You wouldn't know." Randy answers him.

"I guess I wouldn't." He bites his lip.

"Hey, Lila." He quickly changes the subject. "Have you written you script for class yet?"

"Yep! It's all done!" I smile from ear to ear. "And its sure to knock the teacher's socks off."

"I'd love to read it." He grins. "If you'd let me."

"Sure!" I sit up from the bench. "I gotta go to my dorm room anyway, I'm starving and I've got a bag of doritos with my name on it."

Mickey laughs and stands up with me but Randy stays seated.

"Don't you want to read it too?"

He looks at me, then over my shoulder at Mickey and then back at me again.

"Maybe some other time..." His voice sounds strained. "I gotta start writing my own today."

"Alright..." I was slightly disappointed.

***

When we get into my dorm room I pull my bag of chips out of my drawer, ploping down into the desk chair.

Mickey sits down on the edge of my bed. He notices my stack of sketchbooks piled up on the floor, I haven't had a chance to pack my things away yet. He picks one up and flicks through the pages.

"Wow..." His eyes widen. "You're really talented, you know that?"

He stops at a particular drawing of a man sitting atop of a pile of body parts that lay below the floorboards.

"What's this one?" He inquires.

"I was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's 'Tell-Tale Heart'. Have you read it?"

"No, what's it about?" He looks genuinely interested.

"It's about a man that murders somebody and hides the body under the floorboards." I explain. "The writer is basically trying to prove their sanity to the reader while simultaneously losing it."

"He is haunted by the guilt and eventually confesses to the police, showing them where the body was hidden."

"But why go through the trouble of hiding it? He would have been better off just confessing from the start, perhaps he wouldn't have lost his mind." Mickey flicks through more of the pages as he speaks.

I shrug, shoving a handful of chips into my mouth.

"Oh...and you're also a fan of ghostface?" He refers to a page covered in sketches of the killer.

"Fan is not the proper word." I turn toward the computer. "I just doodled those while I was watching the news a while back."

"I really like them..." He chuckles. "Could I have this page?"

"Fill your boots." I laugh as I scroll through the files on my desktop.

I hear him gently tear the page out of my sketchbook, laying it back into the pile on the floor.

"That's weird..." I knit my brows.

"What?" He asks, getting up and leaning into the computer to get a better look.

"It's gone!" I panic. "My script is gone! But I know I saved it!"

I scroll up and down through the files multiple times, it's nowhere to be found.

My arms fall limp to my side. I let out a mournful groan before slamming my head down onto the desk.

"It's alright. It's not due until Monday, you've got another day or so to write another one." I can feel the warmth of his hand resting on my back.

"Dude, I have the memory of a goldfish! I can't even remeber half of what I wrote." I shake my head. "I basically have to start from scratch."

"That's ok too." His voice is suddenly much closer to my ear. "I'll help you write it."

I raise my head, his face is only inches away from mine.

"I can't ask you to do that, you've got to worry about your own." I blow.

"I've already got it finished and printed." He chuckles.

I really should have done that too, but I was too concerned with that stupid party. I said I wouldn't allow it to affect my school work but I guess that backfired. That is happening a lot lately.

"Alright... if you really don't mind?"

He sits back down on my bed, up by my pillow so that he has a clear view on the computer monitor.

"Of course not."

Act IV

We work late into the night. To my suprise he was actually quite smart.

Staring at the screen for so long causes a dryness in my eyes that makes it difficult to blink.

Mickey had made himself quite comfortable in my room, laying across my bed on his stomach and watching me type.

"So what kind of ending you thinking?" He poses a question.

"I don't know... as much as I want a happy ending, that's what's expected." I rub my chin. "I want something different that'll take the audience by suprise."

He nods, approving of my idea.

"Maybe-" He is interrupted by the lound bang of my room door swinging open.

My roommate barges in, frustratedly throwing her purse onto her bed. She wore a skimpy plaid two piece set, like somebody from 'Clueless'.

She looks over at us, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"Whats your problem now?" I let my annoyance slip.

"Arnt you gay?" She gives Mickey a looking over before looking back in my direction.

"Why does everybody think that?"

"You give off the vibe." She says matter-of-factly.

"Plus, that dude that they found dead this morning was going around the party last night telling everybody you wouldn't fuck him cuz youre a lesbian." She talks in between chewing her gum, it irritates the hell out of me.

"It's really none of your business." I grumble.

"I'm going to change into my pjs, your creepy ass boyfriend better be gone when I come out." She speaks as if Mickey isn't even there, closing the bathroom door behind her.

"What a bitch." He sits up.

"Yep." I clench my fists. "I've only been staying with her for a couple of days but the urge to smother her in her sleep is immense."

He finds my threats extremely amusing, shooting me a cheeky grin.

"I better get going." He jokes. "They said you weren't the murderer but I don't want to take any chances."

I give him a sarcastic look as he gets up from the bed.

"I really appreciate your help today, i think this one is even better than the last." I get up as well, walking him to the door. "I don't know how to thank you enough."

"Well, there is one way." His eyes are full of intent. "Hang out with me again tomorrow? Ive got a TV in my room, we can watch some movies."

His smile is so perfect, I couldn't say no if I tried.

"Sounds good." I nod.

***

I knock at Mickey's dorm room door, I was a little early because I had decided to run to the convenience store for some snacks beforehand and didn't take as long as I had suspected.

His roommate answers.

"Oh hey, Mickey said you were coming. But he's not here right now."

"Oh, that's fine, I'm a bit early. I'll come back later." I turn to walk away and he stops me.

"You can come on in if you want to. I'm on my way out the door but he's been gone a while so he shouldn't be much longer." He steps aside, motioning for me to enter.

"Make yourself at home." He waves goodbye before shutting the door behind me.

The room had the exact same layout as mine, the only difference is that there was a television mounted on the wall. I could tell which side of the room belonged to who because one side had sports memorabilia and photos of half naked women scattered across the walls, while the other was plastered in horror movie posters.

I lay my shopping bag of snacks down onto the desk and sit down on Mickey's bed.

I quickly jump back up to my feet as I feel something hard underneath me, it's the silver camcorder that he was carrying around the other day.

I grab it then sit back down, flipping open the screen on the side. I wonder if he would be mad if I was a little nosey?

I turn it on and scroll through the files. They started off seemingly normal- animals, flowers, the sunset... but as I scroll I come across a video with a black screen.

I click play and all that can be heard is shuffling... then suddenly a scream and a gun shot. Then the video ends.

What the? I scroll through some more photos before finding another dark video. I click play and it's is hard to make out what is happening.

The camera zooms and my heart sinks into my stomach.

It was me, in my purple velvet dress walking around aimlessly in the dark.

A shiver runs down my spine.

Then it cuts to inside the party. It plays through the whole scene of me dancing with the guy, then hitting him in his face and the video stops.

The next few photos are of me doing various things at different angles on different days, unbeknownst to me.

The camera starts to shake in my hands, I can't watch anymore.

The reality of the situation sets in and my heart feels like it is going to burst. I have to get out of here.

I panic and put the camcorder back where I had found it, straightening out the blanket on the bed.

I run to the door but before I can grab the knob I hear somebody fumbling with their keys on the outside.

Shit.shit.shit!

I jump backwards as he swings open the door and we come face to face.

"Oh, Lila you're here early." He grins.

"Y-yeah... your roommate let me in." I try not to stutter but I'm finding it difficult to breathe.

He shuts the door, holding a stack of movies under his arm.

"I couldn't decide which movie to pick, so I grabbed a bunch." He chuckles, spreading them out onto the desk.

"Which one?" He asks.

I don't answer. I can't, the words won't leave my mouth. He looks at me with concern, resting a hand on my arm.

"Hey, are you alright?" He blinks. "Your shaking... do you need a blanket?"

I want so badly just to run away, to leave. But he is a lot larger than I am and I don't know what he is capable of.

"I am a little cold." I lie through my teeth.

He tells me to sit and I cooperate, I don't plan on arguing. He gets a throw blanket from the closet and gently drapes it around my shoulders.

"How about we watch 'A Nightmare on Elm Street', you said it was your favorite."

"Ok." Is all I can muster.

He slides the VHS into the TV then motions for me to move over. I scoot myself to the side and he lays the snacks I had purchased between us before sitting down on the bed beside me. Being wedged between him and the wall made me slightly uneasy.

I sink into the headboard, cocooning myself into the blanket. I'll be alright, just enjoy the movie...

Eventually it gets to the part where Glen gets pulled through the bed. A smiles slips across my face.

"Is this your favorite part?" Mickey speaks up and it frightens me. Had he been watching me?

"Any part with Johnny Depp in it is my favorite part." I chuckle.

"Ah, I see how it is." He laughs. "Can't blame you though."

My heart finally begins to slow. Mickey is so sweet, their must be an explanation for what I saw. I'll have to ask... I just have to figure out how to bring it up.

After the movie ends he slips the next one into the VCR. I tear open a bag of popcorn and he reaches a hand into it, his other one making its way across my back.

As the last movie comes to and end and the credits roll our gazes meet. His dark eyes sparkle with the reflection of the television.

"You know, I really enjoy your company." He whispers, leaning in as he speaks.

"That's nice..." I reply awkwardly, I know that probably wasn't the most appropriate response.

It doesn't seem to phase him as he closes the gap between us, his lips pressing firmly against mine. My body tenses, I dont know how to react.

He wraps one of his arms around my waist, his other hand brushes gently against my neck.

I slowly give in to the kiss.

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Yandere!Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Stu Macher

Summary: You always liked Stu and Billy, little did you know how obsessed they were with you.

WARNING: Obsession, Stalking, Gore, Blood, Yandere Themes, Knife Violence, Manipulation,Yandere Behavior. Naive!Reader, toxic behavior, possessiveness, implied kidnapping, and implied drugging.

quick note that this does not go off the movie, just simply an imagine. i mean, kind of does? Mostly no.

You never thought your peaceful town of Woodsboro would ever be filled with murders and crime, but it quickly turned into a murderous place.

However, Your friends were safe and never murdered, which was a good thing. "Y/n, is everything okay? Your best friend, Tatum asked. You smile nervously."I'm fine, I promise. Just a little anxious."

Sidney nodded."So am I, i hope they catch who murdered Casey." Billy and Stu nodded. "They asked me If I liked to hunt, Stu blurted. You looked at him with surprise.

Randy sat pretty close to you, He had feelings for you since Freshman year, when the two of you met but he never had the confidence to ask you out.

Tatum sighed."They didn't ask me If i liked to hunt." Stu kept being annoying with his jokes, you were more introverted and serious, much like Sidney, your sister, well, half-sister.

You two were close, despite having different fathers you still considered her to be your sister. Maureen slept around, but Sidney still was in denial about that.

"hey Sid, you okay? You ask. Sidney nodded. Your stepfather, Neil, who treated you like his own daughter, would be gone until Sunday. You and Sidney could handle yourselves.

"Are you sure? You ask again kindly. "I promise i am, Sid assured you. Stu said another joke, as usual, you groan."Stu, your jokes aren't funny, worse than Randy's."

"Hey! the two boys said in unison. "Y/n is right, Tatum piped in."Both of you make shitty jokes, so maybe you both should stop." You laughed.

You never knew how much Billy and Stu liked you, no, they were obsessed with you. You still were mourning, Casey was your best friend since you both were four, so you of course were devastated.

"I cannot wait for this day to end, You mumble, getting up and your best friends following behind you. By the time the day ended, You and Sidney were at home.

You sighed, sitting in your room on your computer, you had some essay to do and Sid was talking to Tatum about spending the night with her tonight, you were invited as well.

You decided to go, the killings were scaring you, because after Casey died, more people began to die under similar circumstances. Something that people mentioned often was the death of Maureen Prescott, your mother.

It was still difficult to discuss, even though you knew your mother wasn't the greatest person, she still was a great mother to you and Sidney. Plus, it had been almost a year, you should move on, right?

No, you couldn't.

As you were typing, you felt like someone was watching you, you hoped it wasn't Casey's killer, or even a killer at all. You sighed, biting your lower lip.

Was someone watching you?

You turn off your computer, going to your window, seeing that it was open like you did a hour ago. You closed the window, then closed your curtains, nobody could see you.

You exit your room, closing the door behind you, then rush downstairs. Sidney was still watching TV, so nothing happened to her, but you had a horrible feeling.

Why? You couldn't determine why, you just did. Sidney picked up the phone, and at the moment, you knew she was chatting with Tatum, maybe if she was coming or not?

You went back upstairs, continuing to type your essay. Stu and Billy loved watching you, so peaceful, so naive. You were clueless, thinking closing your window and curtains would help, but nope.

Things were going to plan. Tonight, they planned on attacking Sidney, maybe even giving you a scare. For now, though, They could not mess up this plan.

You sighed, deciding not to type anymore out of paranoia, and leave your room again. Billy and Stu both were completely obsessed with you, although Billy hid it better than Stu.

"Y/n, could you get that? Sidney asked."I'm kind of tired." "Sure! You yell back. You come downstairs and pick up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Sidney Prescott?"

"No, This is Sidney's sister, who is this?"

"You tell me."

You almost told the stranger your name, even though this person must have known Sidney, you couldn't give your name out yet.

"I have no idea."

"Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, it's like right out of a horror movie or something."

"Um, I guess so. But Randy, you gave yourself away, try better next time will you? Calling from work? Tatum is on her way, i think."

"Do you like scary movies, Y/N?"

You were a bit taken aback that someone knew your name, well now you knew it was Randy.

"I like that thing you're doing with your voice, Randy. Smooth and Sexy."

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Now that is dumb of you, Randy. You know well I hate Horror Movies like Sidney."

"And why is that?"

"Well, all of them are the same and dumb, the killer stalks some big-breasted girl who goes up the stairs. Quite frankly insulting, you know?"

"Are you alone in the house?"

"For a horror geek, I'm disappointed in you, Randy. So unoriginal."

"Maybe that's because I'm not Randy."

"So uh, who are you?"

Sidney enters from the other room, seeing how worried you look. "I can chat with them, if you want, She offered. You try not to stutter as you nod, shakily hand over the phone.

Sidney had been braver than you were, but she never truly teased you about it. You just stood there, until you saw a figure at the window, the figure wore a ghostly mask, and wore all black.

Great, you could be a witness.

You heard a few thuds, going in to help Sidney, who currently was being attacked by that same person, you try to intervene before being shoved to the ground, hitting your head hard, getting up but pretty dizzy.

Sidney managed to run, but his attention turned to you, you began to run too, before being pinned to the ground, the knife pressed on your neck momentarily, then trailed down your body.

The killer could have killed you, but strangely enough, you were being spared. Suddenly, you kicked him in the balls, and ran as fast as possible.

You sighed, finding Sidney right away. "Y/n! I thought you weren't alive for a second! Sidney told you, relief in her voice. "Me too, I know he is still here though, you respond."I will call 911."

You rushed in the living room, dialing 911, luckily you managed to call, but then, you heard Sidney and went to find her, Ghostface attacking her, you knew his/her's intentions were killing Sid.

"Let her go! You scoff, going over and managing to get Ghostface off of your sister. You panted. Sidney whispered,"Go upstairs, I will distract him, just try to escape."

You nodded, feeling bad but Sidney was a strong girl, so you trusted her word, then went in your room. You bit your lower lip, opening your window and hearing Sidney come upstairs, or at least you thought it was her.

"y/n?"

Startled, You saw Billy, and went to him sobbing. "Someone's here, Billy! You sobbed, hugging him. "Shh, it'll be okay, He assured you, but then you heard something drop.

a mobile phone.

Your eyes widened, rushing downstairs as Billy called your name, not looking back at him. You managed to reunite with your sister, Sidney. You witnessed the police arrest Billy.

"Do you think Billy is responsible? You asked, the two of you sitting on the ambulance. "y/n, you are never wrong, Sidney told you. you softly smile, seeing Tatum approach you.

"y/n, sid, are you two okay?"

It had been over a week since then, but the murders have calmed down, your stepfather managed to come home like promised, and You seemed to forget about your attack.

"Hey Y/N, Billy, Stu and Tatum are coming over, you okay with that? Sidney asked, entering your doorway."Sure, when do they come?" "In an hour, Sidney responded."I told Dad, he's coming home later."

You nod, they were your friends, Randy had to work like usual, so he couldn't hang out. Plus, There was tension between him and Billy and Stu.

You turned back to your magazine, pretty excited about your friends coming over. You heard the door open, and forgot it had been over an hour.

"y/n, how are you feeling? Tatum asked, approaching you. you smile."doing good. where is billy and stu?" "Downstairs, Tatum responded. You shrug. Tatum waves, going back downstairs expecting you to come.

You sighed, closing your magazine and getting up, going downstairs only to feel Stu hugging you from behind. "Hiya, Y/n, Stu laughed. You groan."Hi Stu. I came to get some water."

Billy smiled."Is everything good between us?" You nod. "I can get you some water, He offered. You smile."Thanks." "Wow, Billy you are being super nice, Sidney joked.

Billy came back, a glass of water."Here you go, Stu will be right back." "Okay, You reply, believing them. Sidney smiled, she liked that her boyfriend and sister got along.

You drank the entire glass, but the water tasted different, but you didn't consider much. "I'll be right back, you say, going into the bathroom.

You washed your face in order to get the dizziness to go away. But for some reason, it wouldn't. You heard screams then went into the living room.

You saw everything, 2 Ghostfaces, one was stabbing Sidney, and then the other stood over Tatum's dead body. Her body was completely covered in blood.

You weakly went over to stop the one from stabbing your sister, but the Ghostface stopped, and it was too late, Sidney was gone too. You began to cry.

Then, when you got more dizzy, The two Ghostfaces took off their masks, Billy and Stu. "Guess what Y/N? Stu asked, a crazy smile on his face."You are ours now."

You couldn't react because your vision went completely black.

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