#yandere stu macher | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

onmyyan · 7 months

Text

Kiss the goat

A/N: Horror isekai? Horror isekai, here's part one of the Scream chapters, unedited, hope you like cuz it was so much fun writing

Pairing: Yandere Poly Ghostface x reader

It was such an odd sensation, you don't think you'd ever truly get used to it, no matter how many times it washed over you.

It was always the same, tranquil lull, and it always started in your lower tummy, like this wave of ice cold water suddenly replaced all the blood in your veins.

Whenever you first 'woke up' somewhere new, that damn feeling was always the first thing you noticed, and the only warning you'd get.

This time though, something was different. There was this mix of fear, confusion, and awe tossed in with the lull because you clocked your location immediately.

Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-dum

For a moment all you could hear was the the blood pounding in your eardrums, slowly , as you forced yourself to breathe, the surrounding noises faded in, at first it was just the chatter of a busy school, then you noticed the shuffle of feet dragging on concrete, with your heart pounding furiously against your rib cage, you pinched your thigh through your baggy blue jeans and began walking, focusing on forcing your feet to move, rather than the millions of other thoughts buzzing through your skull. Why? Well because there you stood, dropped right before the soon-to-be infamous Woodsboro High.

As you walked amongst the crowd of people there were a few things you noticed immediately about yourself, at least this version of yourself, which seemed to change with every new plot you were forcibly thrown in.

The jeans you wore were loose fitting and well loved, small holes in the denim here and there gave you a typical 90's degenerate vibe, the soft cotton of the band T-shirt you were in felt comfortable against your skin, around your waist hung a oversized burgundy flannel with accents of mustard yellow, the fabric looked old and smelled of weed, a sigh rolled through your chest at the familiar smell, it was a bittersweet reminder of your life before this insanity began.

Glancing down at your outfit made you breath out a sigh of relief, at least you dressed better in this one. In the small shirt pocket, you felt a book of matches, the scratchy texture of telling you what it was without needing to pull it out, good to know.

Shaking your head you try your best to look as bored and uninteresting as possible, you've found these things were best tackled from a stealthy perspective. As you finally enter the school, the second you step through the open doors, there's this intense, hair-raising feeling that washes over you, everything in your gut is saying run away, turn around, but you don't.

Instead, you swallow the fight-or-flight instincts and continue your pace as if you hadn't noticed the predatory stare on you. It didn't surprise you, after all, the self-proclaimed directors of this twisted movie were bound to notice a new player being introduced so suddenly, you just hadn't yet gotten used to the uneasy feeling of being in the presence of a murderer.

Or in this movies case, murderers.

The stares you received from the rest of the student body helped to distract you from the heavy stares burning into you, as you leisurely walked down the halls people either mean-mugged you or ignored you, it helped to get a better feel for the role you'd been assigned, depending on how well you played said role was going to determine whether or not you ended up on the kill count.

For now, you kept it pushing, your hands resting comfortably in the pockets of your jeans, your right hand, which you only now noticed was covered in rings, brushed against the cool touch of something small and metal, you quickly pulled out the object to reveal a switchblade, the handle a glossy white with a simple heart scratched into the surface, quickly you tucked it back where you'd found it.

The grin that had stretched across your face as you traversed the halls was downright wicked, in your mini search you'd also come across a crinkled class schedule and a pack of gum. Curious (e/c) eyes diligently scanned the face of every student that passed, searching for any clue as to when exactly you'd popped in, having a clear timeline in mind made these things run so much smoother.

Casey Beckem gave you that answer in the form of a cliché shoulder check as she rounded the corner. She made a point to dust off the area that had touched you, and her scoff of 'Watch it freak.' made a snort leave your nose, god you loved the 90s, even the bullying was better.

Considering she was still amongst the living, you gathered this was before the start of the movie, fantastic. You pushed forward, far too wrapped up in your building excitement to pay any mind to the very dangerous man you'd caught the sight of.

You found your first class a few minutes early, thankfully the school's layout wasn't too hard to navigate, you were intent on taking proper inventory and prepping as well as you could. The teacher took you in with a surprised noise, clearly judging your character on your appearance.

You'd gotten pretty good at handling your, particular situation, so good in fact you'd begun to relax a little. Taking a seat by the window in the back felt very final girl of you, the thought making you giggle to yourself. Whatever entity responsible for isekaing you into this movie flashed between a real asshole and a slightly smaller asshole with each reincarnation, this time it looked like they were feeling nice as you started with a weapon.

Your inner workings were put on an abrupt pause as Randy Meeks burst in through the door earning a glare from the otherwise silent teacher. The bright-eyed male made a beeline for you, his expression was akin to a puppy who just had its bone taken away.

"What the Hell San Francisco? I spent the last 15 minutes running around like some mook looking for ya'." he paused to sit down at the desk directly on your right. "You ask a guy to show you around then ditch em'? Cruel, undeniably cruel." You learned pretty quickly to just roll with it whenever someone from Canon spoke to you.

"My bad Meeks, I'll make it up to you." At this, the energetic man rolled his eyes, now leaning even closer. "Oh yeah? Meaning what- you'll actually take me up on my offer instead of responding with that cold familiar brand of cynicism? C'mon, it'll be funnnn." He trailed off in a whine. "Whoever told you begging was an option for you lied." You laughed, shaking your head at the way he visibly deflated.

You kicked your faded black Converse all star's on the back of the seat before you, legs bouncing as you allowed yourself to ponder your answer, the nervous habit had developed sometime between this movie, and one of your earlier incarnations and subsequent deaths.

This was a little more complicated, see the omnipotent fuck who put you here liked to screw with you, very much into the concept of seeing you mix with whatever plot that laid before you, so much so that anytime you fought against whatever scenario you were thrust into in any way you died horribly. The first time you'd been plopped into a movie was the original My Bloody Valentine,- a chill ran through your body like a punch to the gut at the thought, yeah you'd come a long way since then in terms of working the system but nothing was set in stone.

You figured whatever this offer from Randy was, would no doubt tie you into the plot, knowing better than to fight the waves, you pretended to think about it before shrugging. "Sure. I'll bite." The simple statement had him shooting out of his chair to fist pump before quickly falling back in his seat.

"Yessss-okay it's super easy, I spend my time rewinding the utter garbage the general population consumes on a daily." He was practically buzzing in his seat as he spoke. "Once in a while, the boss leaves for an extra long lunch break and I get to watch whatever I want- Child's Play, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street- you name it I got it." The redhead spoke proudly, leaning back against his chair with a self-satisfied look.

"You should be a salesman Meeks." The male bristled beside you, a tinge of red on his cheeks. "Yeah yeah, whatever Frisco- don't come crying to me when you don't have anyone to sit with at lunch." He teased, leaning over his desk, you smile toying with the ring on your hand, popping your neck with a sigh you took a second before responding, "Oh god, how will I ever survive sitting alone, whatever will I do." you spoke in a dead tone making the male at your side pout.

"You're cold (L/n), couldn't even pretend to care about my threat huh?"

You looked over with a teasing grin, "Course' not- I'm not a liar Randy.", it was then and only then that you noticed the tall Blonde unashamedly staring you down from the door.

Stu Macher had made his appearance earlier than expected but you didn't sweat it, or the almost hungry look he was giving you. Nope, not sweating at all. Instead, you quickly averted your eyes, praying he hadn't caught your stare.

He had, naturally.

The taller male nearly took up the entire door frame, he looked a lot more intimidating in person. The playful look on his face was all the more haunting the more you thought about who he really was underneath it. What he was hours away from doing.

Randy, feeling the sudden rise in tension, refused to be left out, and tried to not so subtly block Stu's vision of you by standing up and not so casually sitting on his desk, his back to the future killer. "Anyway Frisco', I don't want you mixin' in with the wrong crowd okay?" He made a point to flick his eyes back towards the now pouting blonde, "Bad company makes for bad times. Just stick with me I'll show you the ropes." He made sure to mutter that last part, his expression drenched in fear for the briefest moment.

Before you could respond Stu had rather aggressively climbed his way over a few desks to plop into the seat in front of you.

His dimpled grin was rather infectious.

"Now that's no way to talk about your friends Randy." He almost seethed out his name making the shorter male curl in on himself like a rabbit, he turned to face you with flare.

"Hi, there hot stuff- Stu Macher, bad company." He took your hand in his much larger one, completely enveloping your own, the tension was broken by the comical handshake, how hard he shook it up and down dispelled all previous bad vibes, his devious little grin only grew at your response, "Hi Stu, I'm (Y/n). Worse company."

"So whatcha' running from in San Francisco? Girl's like you don't just show up outta nowhere for no reason." He didn't even try to hide the way he was checking you out, his half-lidded eyes eagerly drinking in every inch of the alluring stranger before him.

"Who says I'm running big guy? I might be the one doing the chasing." Maybe teasing a soon-to-be serial killer wasn't the smartest move, but you just couldn't help it, he leaned his head into his palm, the wide toothy grin promising nothing but trouble. "I think I like you- come sit with us at lunch."

"You askin' or telling?" You met his heated gaze with a cold indifference that only fueled the ever-growing fire burning in his belly. The larger male quickly fell to his knees from his seat on the chair, bringing his hands together in a dramatic motion, "Pretty pretty please hot new kid come sit with meee." The laugh tumbling past your lips was real, you quickly ushered him back to his seat, "As nice as ya look on your knees- this is embarrassing please get the hell up I'll sit with you."

He backed off with a victorious grin not knowing you'd just lied through your teeth, there was no way in hell you'd willingly put yourself in Billy's cross hairs, Stu was unavoidable apparently, but Billy? You'd hold out as long as you could, when lunch rolled around you managed to convince Randy to eat on the roof, and used the friendly conversation to get more information out of him.

It was during this conversation you discovered in this world, whoever you were, was Randy's new neighbor.

After the school bell had rung for the final time, you made a point to linger around Randy, usually, when you spawned in one of these things the plot was well into swing, but this time you were here early, and the change in routine felt all the more dangerous.

Thankfully, Randy came to your rescue, you tuned back into the conversation just in time to hear him say,

"-if you even want to that is- we'd mostly be watching the classics." He finished nervously glancing to and from, you managed to space back just in time to greet him with a half smile and a shrug. "Lead the way, Meeks."

"It's so cool how you live next door- when you told me at first I thought you were yankin' my chain." He said bouncing his way down the road.

Randy had stumbled home with sleep in his eye sometime around midnight, you weren't too worried for the guy as you knew they hadn't started their spree yet.

That was until the phone rang.

For a moment all you did was stare. You knew who was on the other end it just didn't make any sense.

Swallowing the thick ice cube of fear suddenly in your throat, you caught your breath as casually as you could.

As if on autopilot your hand scooped up the house phone, you surprised yourself with how calm your greeting was.

"Hello?.."

"Hey there sweet thing- you're up awful late aren't ya?" You tried to look as casual as you could, steadily making your way to every door, and securing each entrance, but it was hard to ignore the twinge of accusation in his tone.

"You're up too.." Was what you managed to get out, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Hm, that's fair. What were you up to? Have some fun with your boyfriend?" The last word sounded harder than the rest, with no humor in his tone, almost as if it was said through gritted teeth, like whoever spoke it spat the word out.

So he was definitely watching you, your mind racked with the best answer to keep Randy from harm's way.

"Just watching some scary movies with a friend- you like em'?" You asked leaning against the island in your kitchen. "Oh, honey- you've got no idea." Before you could respond he continued, "I will see you later gorgeous." and then he was gone

#yananswers #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere male #yandere slashers #yandere slasher x reader #yandere ghostface #ghostface x reader #yandere billy loomis #yandere stu macher #yandere ghostface x reader #poly ghostface x reader #poly ghost face #kiss the goat

862 notes · View notes

myerssimp21 · 5 months

Text

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.

285 notes · View notes

yanderes-galore · 1 month

Note

could I request platonic yandere stu macher headcanons with a younger sibling? -🎂

I can do some small HCs, sure!

Yandere! Platonic! Stu Macher with Little Sibling! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Sadism, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Murder mentioned, Stalking, Jealousy, Forced companionship.

This is actually a scary idea.

Think about it, you always saw Stu as your playful and joking brother.

You never expected him or his friend, Billy, to be sadistic killers.

To think your brother committed such crimes behind your back is a disturbing thoughts...

Which is why Stu doesn't plan on letting you know the truth.

I imagine Stu would have some overly obsessive and protective qualities towards his sibling.

To the point he may even get overly jealous with you around other people besides him.

Maybe someone gets on your nerves at school or work?

Stu somehow manages to know about it, even if you didn't tell him.

Next thing you know, they're dead in quite the gruesome way.

That or maybe you have your first boyfriend/girlfriend?

Stu shows distaste towards them, soon even doing away with them when he's had enough.

He takes his time to taunt them about you, claiming how no one can take his sibling away from him.

It's nothing romantic, don't read it wrong, Stu just feels you two have an unbreakable bond together.

He's overly obsessive about you as your older brother.

He definitely comforts you when people close to you start dying.

You hug him, rambling about how you're afraid you'll lose him too.

Stu responds by hugging back... whispering that he won't let that happen...

All with a grin on his face that you can't see.

He's possessive of his little sibling.

A lot of the blood he spills is for you.

Stu never plans on telling you that he and Billy are the Ghostface killers.

He does it in secret, all as a way to keep you to himself.

The only way you'd know is if you caught him.

Perhaps you walk in on something you aren't supposed to... Stu hunched over someone who "wronged" you in some way with a bloody knife in their gut.

He's covered in blood... crazed eyes flicking to you and your horrified expression from behind his mask.

He grins under the mask as you run off and he gives chase.

He won't hurt you... he's your beloved brother, isn't he?

So when he corners you, his touch is gentle.

Blood smears on your skin and fear eats at you as you stare at the killer in front of you.

Your heart nearly stops when he removed the mask... revealing your brother.

His smile never leaves his face as he pulls you in for a hug.

He claims he's been doing this all for you.

He also warns that good siblings will stay quiet about what they saw.

As blood seeps into your clothes... you nod aggressively.

You'll stay quiet about this... all for your brother...

This makes Stu smile softly.

Everything he does is to keep you safe and happy beside him, after all.

#yandere slasher #yandere slashers #yandere scream #yandere ghostface #yandere stu macher #platonic yandere

215 notes · View notes

6lostgirl6 · 1 year

Text

Yandere Alphabet - Stu Macher

TW: Toxic relationship, stalking, mentions of suicide (not detailed), mentions of murder, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, controlling behavior

A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Stu is very affectionate towards his darling and is not afraid to show it. It can be pretty intense, but it's only because he can't contain it all inside or he will explode.

Have you seen how he was with Tatum in the movie? It would be exactly that and more.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Stu is not afraid to get messy for his darling. Does that mean he needs to kill a few people? That doesn't matter to him, he's only showing that he can protect you and it's simply an act of love from him!

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Between Billy and Stu, Stu would treat you the same as he would before kidnapping you as his goofy self. He would still make jokes and silly actions if it means getting you to smile. If he mocks you, it's only because he's being playful. If you were genuinely upset and crying for him to let you go, he would try to comfort you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Besides you simply spending time with him? No, Stu wouldn't really make you do anything you didn't want to do. He might be a little pushy, but he would eventually back off if it starts bothering you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

In comparison to Billy, he is very open about himself and his feelings for you. Sure, before he abducted you, he had to hide his yandere tendencies. However, now that you were finally home with him, he wouldnt hold back anything from you. He can be very vulnerable, if something is bothering you, he would tell you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would honestly feel very hurt if you tried fighting back. I believe that Stu would be a little bit of a delusional yandere. Of course you wanted him to take you away and keep you to himself? You just didn't know it yet.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He finds it very entertaining to watch you try to escape him, especially when he first kidnapped you. Seeing you run and cry out in fear, fight back when he finally pinned you down and your failed attempts at escaping your new home. After you've settled in though, he would expect you to simply follow rules and obey him.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Again, it was your kidnapping. Seeing your friend's lifeless eyes staring into your own and your boyfriend standing over them. Blood staining his clothes, you could see the smile slip and quickly chase after you. After the reveal that he was the one that killed off your friends was shocking and you cried from being foolish enough to trust him. He might even have Billy help him with kidnapping you as well and Billy would not be gentle.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He wants to grow old with you! He genuinely believes that you are his soulmate! Marriage, maybe a few children, he wants that with you. He wouldn't have it any other way, as long as you comply.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Stu can become very jealous. However, he doesn't lash out, he would probably sulk about it for a while. As ghostface, simply killing his rivals is his new coping mechanism.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's very playful with his darling, constant jokes and harmless teasing. He's not afraid to show his affection in public and doing random displays of affection like randomly dipping you or twirling you. He'll randomly pull you in kisses that leave you completely flushed.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Stu would stalk you, but he makes it pretty obvious. However, you might see it as something innocent like a boy having a crush and he simply doesn't know how to act. Yet, you don't realize that he's been stalking you as you walk home and putting anonymous love letters in your locker. That's when he lets some of his deeper desires come forth.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not at all. You wouldn't even know there was something different about him. However, his mask will slip a little, eyes holding something a little more sinister. We've seen how in the movies he can go from laughing and smiling to become the complete opposite.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He doesn't give out severe punishments. It honestly depends on what you do. However, he'll take away rights when you break his rules. You managed to get outside without him, your banned from your daily walks with him. You tried contacting someone online, you're not allowed on the computer, etc.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Stu would take some rights. For example, you weren't allowed to be around sharp objects, so you wouldn't harm yourself! You would never intentionally harm him! He wouldn't allow you to walk outside without him and limited access on the internet. And phones are off-limits. He's very watchful.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

For you, Stu is very patient. When you were first brought home, he gave you space while you adjusted to your new living situation and gave you a few rules that wouldn't overwhelm you. After a week, his patience will slip a little but always remind himself that you simply need time.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Stu would try his absolute hardest to find you and bring you home if you managed to escape. However, if he was unable to find you or God forbid you died, he would not be able to move on. He wouldn't even be able to continue existing. He can't live in a world where he doesn't have you. He would kill himself.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

At times, he has moments where he starts to think that maybe you were right. He doesn't regret killing your friends, in fact it thrilled him, yet he will start to think maybe he shouldn't have kidnapped you. However, those thoughts are quick to leave him. Stu is very trusting, if you simply follow his rules and obey him, he wouldnt mind taking you out for a walk. His property is very spacious, so he would allow you to go outside with him. No, he wouldn't let you go though.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

I headcanon that Stu is a bit of a delusional yandere. Therefore, he doesn't see things as they naturally are and his obsession thay overcomes him when meeting you just ignites something in him that was dormant.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He would feel heartbroken and even a little guilty. He brought you home because he wanted to love, protect, and make you happy with him. Yet, it seems to only cause you pain. He'll talk to you about it, let you express your feelings through sobs. He would listen, but he wouldn't understand. He'll try his best to comfort you though.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Stu doesn't give out severe punishments like most yanderes. He would never starve you or deny you basic needs, he cares about you too much. You're his obsession.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Stu is actually pretty sensitive. Simply saying things about how you hate him and don't want to be around him would make him distance himself from you and sulk. He doesn't like people seeing how emotional he actually is and that would allow you some time to think of an escape plan but he knows. He always knows.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Oh, never! Stu values your safety and happiness, he couldn't handle it if he accidentally hurt you. The worst he's done was get you a little bruised when he pinned you down when you were first kidnapped.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Oh he is very expressive in his worshiping for you, he's equivalent to a lost puppy. He loves following you around and talking to you, you always make his day. He would literally kill for you if it meant winning you over. He would try anything.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Stu would pine after you just as long as Billy, perhaps even shorter. If you're not dating him by the six month mark, he's going to kidnap you. He's simply speeding up the process.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes, he would. Not through threats and violent outbursts, but through his personality. You'll eventually start to believe that what he did was normal because he's just a lovable person.

Taglist: Comment to be added!!

@prettywhenibleed @ghoulgeousimmaculate @rottent33th @slaasherslut @strrvnge

835 notes · View notes

akashababy · 2 months

Text

Unraveling the Mystery of the Dark Trio's Reign

Link

🔪Dark Billy x Top male reader x Stu 🔪

Summary: Dark Billy, M/N, and Dark Stu, the enigmatic members of the Dark Trio, set out to frighten their victims and instill fear in the small village of Woodsboro. They push their victims to the brink while confronting their own problems through cryptic messages and a perverse game of survival. But as reality and fantasy blend together, they unleash a dark force that devours them and permanently damages the town. This terrifying story should serve as a reminder of what happens when one goes too far into the dark.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A mysterious group known as the Dark Trio once resided in the sleepy little village of Woodsboro. They were Dark Stu Macher, a tall, lean young man whose sly smile belied his sinister nature; M/n, a fearless and fiercely intelligent man renowned for his extraordinary deductive abilities; and Dark Billy, a mysterious and brooding figure with penetrating blue eyes.

Billy had a notorious reputation for coercing others into doing his evil actions. Anyone may be drawn into the depths of his deranged psyche by his eerily alluring aura. His charismatic demeanor and charm drew in a lot of women, especially to him. They had no idea how much evil was hiding behind his alluring eyes.

The Dark Trio decided to carry out a scheme that would chill the whole town of Woodsboro on a chilly and rainy night. Fearsome thunder and lightning erupted as Stu Macher and M/N convened at a remote cottage tucked away in the woods. They were aware that by combining their intelligence and Billy's cunning to produce an event, they would terrify their victims and send the entire town into a state of terror.

Their objective was to send fictitious letters purporting to be amicable communications to the most well-respected residents in Woodsboro. The cryptic messages in these letters would alert M/N to an impending peril that they should take care of. The Dark Trio would prey on their victims and drive them insane by taking advantage of the anxiety and confusion these letters would create.

M/N created a perverse game for their victims with a type of imaginative ingenuity. His goal was to test them to the brink and reveal their darkest vulnerabilities and phobias. The three made the decision to hold a gruesome game of survival and imprisoned their victims in a maze-like home outside of town. They would either have to solve puzzles and face scary obstacles, or suffer horrifying outcomes.

The Dark Trio noticed as the game went on that their original thrill was evolving into something far darker. They started to lose themselves in their own psychological suffering as the distinction between reality and fiction started to blur. They faced their own anxieties head-on and realized they had let their own dreams loose on themselves. It was the memories of the women Billy had exploited in the past that tormented him in particular. As their ghosts wandered the mansion's hallways, they mumbled their complaints and plotted retaliation. He began to doubt his sanity, as his charm was ineffective in the face of their rage. As all of this was going on, M/N's ability to conclude from evidence was critically tested as he attempted to piece together the connections between the victims and Woodsboro's mysterious past. His gaze quickly slid into the shadows as the town's dark past came to light, exposing a string of gruesome killings that alluded to something darker.

It was evident that the Dark Trio had unleashed something far more deadly than they had imagined, as the game came to an end that was horrific. Dreams became vivid as the mansion changed into a macabre playground where the lines between life and death were hazy and shadows came to life.When the trio faced the demons they had awoken, it was a final encounter.

They battled for their lives, frantically attempting to outsmart the evil force that had taken possession as the mansion collapsed around them. They had unintentionally let go of something far bigger than they could have ever anticipated in a bizarre chain of circumstances, and the cost was more than they could have ever imagined.

The town of Woodsboro will eternally endure the consequences of their dark trio's heinous crimes. The once-thriving town was broken and forever altered, a daily warning of the dangers of diving too far into the darkness that exists within all of us. And the legends of Billy, M/N, and Stu Macher would live on in the town's collective psyche, reminding everyone of the horrors that can be unleashed with a touch of visionary talent and a twisted mind.

67 notes · View notes

kaylinlmfao · 1 year

Text

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)

(Pics from Pinterest)

"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"

2.8k words

570 notes · View notes

pricescancerstickk · 3 months

Text

Yandere Scream Drabble. Stu (1)

You were so sure ever since you moved to woodsboro no one showed- or hinted signs of having a crush on you. You weren’t all that interested into dating aswell. Still pure.

And you were lucky enough to make friends along the way despite all the various attacks you heard about all over the news, following the death of Casey, Sydney must’ve taken it the hardest. And it showed how it made her so paranoid. Her mother passed away, she knew what it felt like to lose someone. But you were just as paranoid.

First week in woodsboro at the start of high school you met Tatum, and you did see her rather goofy boyfriend, he was very unserious. Stu, and after a while you got well acquainted with the female until you eventually got into the friendgroup, you would think that Tatum were the one who helped to convince them to include you but it was actually Stu.

But the way he had been acting was getting weirder by time passed, he’d only have his eyes on you the entire time. The way he constantly, but subtly was getting all friendly with you and hugging you all the time made you flustered. Squeaking whenever he pulled you into those bear hugs. Chubby cheeks filling with a pink hue all over, he’d smirk at that. It only amused him how you were jumpy. But he knew his plan was working.

“M’not sure, parties aren’t really my thing?..” You chirped, on the other side of the phone with Tatum, your eyes darting, resting on watching outside the window. Parties aren’t really my thing. You always said that. But the truth was you were just reserved and didn’t feel comfortable lingering and drinking all night. She shifted on the other side of the phone.

“Come on Y/n. Please?” Her voice cracked a little, she laughed slightly. “It’ll be fun I promise. We got Randy to bring some movies to watch too,” Your ears perked. You were closest to Randy probably. But not as much as Tatum. He was horror-movie obsessed. You liked them just as much it was only natural to get along with Randy, but the constant teasing of them telling you that you could date Randy just kind of embarassed you.

You weren’t dating and that was that, “But-“ “Also bring your pajamas. I just know you’re gonna pass out mid way through the film on Stu. You always fall asleep.” She teased. And you felt embarassed, you bit your fingers a little, cheeks reddening. “Shut up Tatum..” you pulled your knees to your chest.

Y/n packed a pair of some pastel pajamas. But extra sweater and some pants if she threw up. The poor girl had stomach problems, Slipping the sweater off over her head as she changed into the pink tank top which Stu always told her she looked cute in, she hesitated to wear it infront of him, feeling a bit guilty. Out of pure loyalty for Tatum, she didn’t want to seem like some side chick and seem like she was trying to flirt or seduce Stu, that was wrong. Instead just setting another pink t shirt she wore along with her blue shorts. It was cut short as she got a phone call. But she did know. She’d only realize the next morning that she fell asleep during the movie.

Her finger twirled the cable as she picked up. “Tatum im coming stop calling me—“ “The blonde you hang out with all the time?” A distorted voice mused. You heard a little bit of static. She smiled a little. Giggling “It’s not funny anymore Stu I..I know it’s you” she hesitated.

Y/n was confused. “Is that you s-Stu ? This prank isn’t funny.” She plopped carefreely onto the couch. Kicking her legs softly. “Oh well I don’t know? Cute pajamas you have there. Headed to a party or whatever. Huh? You know..” He paused.

The poor girl’s eyes welled with tears. She couldn’t even choke out a sob. She was scared, she looked frantically out the window and tried to shake herself out her thoughts. Her bare feet tapped the floor. She stood up. “Why are you doing this?” Her whimpers filled the other side of the phone, she shook and turned her head and immediately hung up the phone, she put on her shoes and tried to call anyone. Stu. Billy. Tatum, but no one answered the frantic girl. She immediately knew who this was. She was getting viciously attacked as the week went on. It didn’t help that.

She couldn’t contact anyone

Tatum was already drunk. Sydney was god knows where. Dewey was busy, Randy wouldn’t pick up, she was hopeless. But even if she tried to contact Stu or Billy. She didn’t have their number. Flocking on her pink shoes she immediately stepped out the front porch. Dumb decision

Ghost face was already out there waiting in the dark. The mask’s ‘eyes’ bore into Y/n. She shrieked when he ran. Shutting her eyes tensely and screaming as she shut the door and the figure ran into it, with a low grunt they fell annoyed almost. But their movements were mocking.

Immediately trying to run up the steps pulled back and thrown against the wall. Y/n landed against the hard wall with a squawk. Sinking against the wall descending onto the floor. The figure held the handle of the knife. With a desperate look she tried to hold onto anything for dear life but landed down onto the floor after a harsh throw. Hitting her head on the steps she went limp for a moment. And a grin filled behind the cold mask of the killer

Blood oozed a little from the side of her forehead. Ghost face took her by the ankles. Turning her onto her back. Straddling her snug before he took her face and turned it to the side. Wiping off the blood. Tears were still sliding down her cheeks like a waterfall. He couldn’t. Her chubby cheeks were just so adorable. But it wouldn’t be long before she woke up, his hands which were covered by gloves gripped her cheeks and moved down. Lifting the mask to press a kiss to her chin. If anyone were this gentle with Y/n she would melt at the gentleness. But she sworn. No one at the high school showed signs of a crush.

But this was coming from a killer.

#horror #horror movies #Stu macher #Stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #stu macher x y/n #yandere stu macher #Yandere #Scream 1 #Scream #Scream 1996 #scream x reader #scream x yn #scream x you #self insert #yn #x yn #you x scream

75 notes · View notes

lonleywriters-blog · 5 months

Note

platonic yandere stu macher with a younger sibling hcs?

Wait I love this concept

Platonic yan. Older brother stu.

Takes you on random drives in middle of the night

He will never pass up a chance to ruffle your hair or poke you.

Doesn't allow any dating, at all.

If he finds out you're dating Simon they go missing.

He will comfort you after and play hero. Your knight in shining armor.

Takes you out for food like every day.

He just swing by and rests against your doorframe. "Yo want some food? I'm lokey craving (y/f)."

He wasn't craving it but he knew you were, but that you are too nice to agree if he just offers to get you some.

Absolutely spoils you for any holiday or event.

Will plan out the craziest birthdays ever.

Calls you short stack, idiot, bug, and bro (even if you are his sister or just his sibling.)

He and Billy babysit you a lot while your parents are out

Stu only lets you watch cheesy slasher films, refusing to actually let you watch horror.

He just doesn't want his little sibling scared.

Billy showed you a scary movie once and Stu almost fist fought him.

He would be lying if he didn't enjoy you running to him for comfort after nightmares though.

#yandere slashers #yandere stu macher

97 notes · View notes

berry-loves-yandere · 2 years

Note

Can I request a Yandere billy and stu? Maybe with a darling that already likes (but isn’t dating) someone?

Of course I can!

𝒲𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓈𝓈!

Warnings: Death mentions, threatening, knife usage, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, unstable individuals, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!

Watching Randy practically drool over someone like (Y/N) felt so wrong and disgusting to Billy and Stu.

It felt even worse seeing that (Y/N) reciprocated these feelings but neither Randy or (Y/N) would admit their feelings for one another.

Billy and Stu hated this but it wasn't like there was anything they could do since they already had girlfriends.

Tatum and Sidney however, loved teasing both pining pair about each other, Tatum especially.

She'd make kissy faces at (Y/N) or start singing some stupid song kids sang about two people liking each other.

(Y/N) would always become flustered and embarrassed by this but Billy or Stu would tell Tatum to stop because she was making (Y/N) uncomfortable but it was actually because they didn't want Randy knowing that (Y/N) liked him back.

Randy's horrible attempts of flirting always made (Y/N) laugh, a sweet sound to all three boys ears but it turned sour to Billy and Stu when they remembered that Randy was the cause of it.

Soon they put the starting phase of their plan into action and killed Casey and Steve, which put everyone on edge, mainly it was meant to put Sidney on edge for the plan but both Billy and Stu wanted to change the plan to kill off Randy who had bee getting too close to (Y/N) recently.

Hell, during lunch (Y/N) asked Randy if they could stay at the video store with him then walk home together because they didn't want to be alone.

Which pissed of Billy and Stu but specifically Billy, since they could've asked the duo to walk them home but they choose stupid, stupid Randy.

So Billy and Stu decided to teach (Y/N) a lesson about liking people other than them.

That night

(Y/N) was flicking through tv channels looking for a good movie but the only thing on was stories about the two murders.

It made (Y/N) feel sick, so they turned off the tv.

As they got up to get themselves a small snack, the phone began ringing.

"Hello? Who's this?" (Y/N) carelessly answered.

"Do you like scary movies?" a deep voice asked for the other side of the line.

"Wow Randy. Way to give yourself away. But you already know this, I prefer action and romance movies." They answered.

"oh really now?" The other person spoke.

"That deep thingy you're doing with your voice is pretty hot Randy but I'm kind of hurt that you can't remember my favourite movie genres." (Y/N) admitted.

"What if I told you that this isn't Randy?" The other person questioned.

"Liar. You're so Randy. Stop trying to cover your tracks. But this prank call thingy you're trying is adorable. Is this another way for you to try to talk me more?" (Y/N) joked around.

"Like I said before, I'm not Randy " The other person repeated.

"Alright asshole. Then who the hell are you?" (Y/N) quizzed.

"Your future boyfriend" The other answered.

"Then you are Randy. Because Randy is the only person I like." (Y/N) replied with a dreamy sigh.

"THIS ISN'T FUCKING RANDY! YOU KEEP TALKING ABOUT THAT LITTLE BITCH AND WE'LL FUCKING GUT HIS ASS!" The person shouted.

(Y/N) then realized that this definitely wasn't Randy and hung up.

The phone began ringing again but (Y/N) ignored it and went to bed, not wanting to deal with any prank callers.

With Billy and Stu

"Fuck! They're not picking up!" Billy swore.

"Then why don't we pay them a little visit?" Stu suggested with a malicious grin.

Billy smirked and they both slipped on their costumes before sneaking over to (Y/N)'s house.

They saw her peacefully sleeping and were almost tempted to leave her be but wanted to go through with the plan.

Billy entered the room and began stroking (Y/N) cheek with his knife before firmly placing it on their neck but not harshly enough to make them bleed.

Stu was outside taking pictures of the whole ordeal, thinking it would be fun to look at later.

Billy pinched (Y/N)’s cheek hard enough for them to wake up to a knife being held to their throat.

"Scream and you'll fucking die. Understood?" Billy threatened, using the voice changer.

"yes" (Y/N) quietly croaked out.

"I'm only gonna say this once. stay away from Randy Newman. Or that little bitch is gonna be next on the chopping block." He told his trembling victim.

"Okay" (Y/N) whispered as they heavily trembled.

Eventually they passed out from stress and panic, which made it easy for Billy's escape.

Days passed and (Y/N) distanced themselves from Randy.

Billy and Stu had never been so proud of themselves.

Maybe they didn't always have to kill people too close to (Y/N) because it seemed that a little threatening with a knife worked just fine.

936 notes · View notes

chezzywezzy · 2 years

Text

Yandere Scream Drabble

Word count ; 6.8k

*Edited.

*IMPORTANT : I have bad wifi right now and can't continue the Eddie Munson for a few days. In exchange, I plan to do a yandere Eddie Munson drabble tomorrow, and the following day, a yandere Billy Hargrove. It should still be good, so check those out when they come out! Apologies for a momentary wait.

The living room was consumed by the television static and it buzzed quietly and glared a brilliant blue. The rest of the household was also dark, nothing but the moonlight peaking in from the open windows. An azure mist befell the air, and outside, the weather was windy and preparing for autumn. From the living room, to the left, there was a connected and small kitchen. And following that was the front door, with nothing but a few closets lining the hall. To the right of the living room there were steps that led to a shadowier part of the household. The stairs ascended to several bedrooms and bathrooms. There was but one that had light spilling from underneath the crack.

Usually, Y/n’s older brother was louder. But it was a tiring day for the entire family. The parents were out on a hard earned date, leaving two siblings to do as they pleased. However, as greatly needed as the peace and quiet was, there was something sinister in the air. Dylan felt it. And because of that, he planned to wait until the parents came home.

Back in the living room, though, lying down on her side on the plush couch, was Y/n. Her sleeping form was curled up and her head rest on the arm of the chair. She fell asleep to a favorite movie of her’s. After a hard day at school, filled with many tests and assignments, she went home and watched a movie.

It would prove itself to be a bad idea.

Her quiet, steady breaths were inaudible. Or, they would be, if not for the mysteriously robed figure that emerged from the shadows. Their steps were slow and steady and silent. They had inky cargo boots underneath the silk cloak that covered every inch of their body, minus for their leather glove-covered hands and the blinding white mask that resembled that of a ghost. They were stealthy and sleek. They were dangerous.

And, clasped tightly in their left hand, was a thin, curved knife that glinted menacingly in the moonlight.

They rounded the couch. Tauntingly, they raised their knife to drag along the top of the couch, and the knife tearing at the fabric fell upon deaf, unconscious ears. Y/n, from her position on the couch, stirred, but instead, flopped onto her back and straightened her legs out. She clutched a pillow to her chest and let out a small sigh of contempt.

The figure paused, and their mask tilted toward them further, form towering over her’s. Even with a mask on, it was easy to tell their eyes were glued to her figure. They moved lowly, stalking their prey. Enjoying the process. Y/n would be afraid, very much so, and she would be soon.

They raised his knife, taking one final step so that they rounded the couch. If she were awake, he would be blocking her view from the static television. But, instead, she just let out another yawn. They were enjoying her sleeping, unconscious form, drinking in every inch of her.

They lowered the knife to her chest. It hovered threateningly, and for a while, it remained. The figure hunched over completely, masked eyes flitting over her body. And then, slowly, the knife ghosted past her chest to her neck and then to her cheek.

How tempting it was to leave a mark. To frighten her even sooner than planned. But they knew of the older brother upstairs, with a computer in his bedroom, and it would soil their plans completely to wake her.

Although they did not stab, they couldn’t help but press the bad to her plush cheek ever so slightly. And it amused them when her brows furrowed and she swatted at the pressure. But, by then, they had withdrawn the knife, and instead turned to the glowing television.

Their predatory eyes surveyed the room until they spotted it. Sitting on the long coffee table was a remote. They leaned over and picked it up. With but one push, they turned it off, shrouding the room in darkness and silence. The mist consumed the room.

Dylan was standing in the upstairs hallway. He had just left to use the bathroom, hand barely pressing against the handle. He thought of himself paranoid, but then he noticed that the blue light from the living room disappeared. He paused, listening. And what baffled him more was that no lights flickered on. There was no chatter that his sister would usually release when arising from slumber.

His eyes narrowed and he felt around the wall. He waisted no time in flicking on the hallway stairs, and he could finally see his path. Slowly, he stepped down the stairs. The house was old, though, and with each step he took, a creak echoed in the household.

When he arrived at the base of the steps, he was quick to notice that Y/n’s hair was still strewn over the side of the couch. The television was off, and yet, she was so still and silent that he wondered. However, the house was undisturbed. And for a moment, he thought all was well in the house.

Surely, the woman had just woken up for a moment to turn off the television.

His body twisted and he planned to relieve himself in the amenities, as originally planned. And then, he heard it. It rolled shivers down his spine when the phone started ringing from the kitchen. Y/n groaned and threw the pillow over her ears, clearly desiring to continue her rest. So, that left the man to answer the phone himself.

As he walked, he flicked on only the kitchen light. He flinched, waiting for his eyes to adjust. But by then, a minute or so had passed and the phone went silent. Dylan, feeling pressured, stalked over to the phone. It was silent, and the moment he went to lift it, it started ringing again.

It was deafening as he removed it from the receiver and shakily raised it to his ear. For some odd reason, he dreaded the idea of someone on the other side of the line. On the news recently, there had been murders occurring in their sweet town. Murders happened all the time; and yet, the ones occurring seem pointed and specific. Like some revenge plot of a psycho.

“Hello?” Dylan spoke, his deep voice rumbling with discontent. His heart boomed in his chest.

For a moment, the other person was silent. And then, almost robotically, a voice replied,” Hello, who is this?”

Dylan didn’t like them. It was deep and crackled, almost as though it was fake. They sounded calm and collected, more than one should be when calling a person. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? Who… are you looking for?”

Once again, silence rang. Dylan didn’t like the sound of their voice. He figured it to be a prank call and nothing more. There were a lot of sick creeps who probably got off on frightening and confusing people, especially with all the orders going on.

And so, he did what anyone else would do. He slammed the phone back on the receiver, and the moment it clicked into place, he felt relief. He warily glanced over his shoulder. From the angle he was at, he couldn’t see his sister. Only the couch. However, when he heard some shuffling from the cushions, he let out a sigh.

He turned, about to walk away. But he was forced to stop in his tracks when more ringing sounded. He clenched and then unclenched his fists. He turned back to the phone sitting on the kitchen counter, glaring as though it would shut up if he intimidated it.

He realized the caller was ruthless, though. And he went to answer. However, a quiet, croaking voice called from the living room.

“Dylan, who’s calling? Mom and dad?”

He gulped again. “No.”

“Then who?”

“I’m not sure, sis.”

“…Oh.”

She went mute again, clearly wishing to sleep further. On the tip of Dylan’s tongue, he wanted to tell her to go to her room to sleep. But, instead, he silenced his thoughts and picked up the phone. He prepared himself mentally, about to speak, but the menacing caller beat him to it.

“I’m sorry. I’m looking for Y/n L/n.”

Shivers rolled down Dylan’s spine. “…Who is this?”

“I’m her friend.”

“Which one? I’ve never heard your voice before,” Dylan seethed with suspicion, not allowing the man on the other side to breathe. “I would remember a voice as distinct as your’s.”

“…”

For a second, Dylan thought that perhaps, the man on the other side had hung up. There was a prolonged silence, and the only way he could tell they hadn’t hung up was because of the quiet, labored, and angry breaths from the other side.

“Give the phone to Y/n,” the voice demanded, slurring with a threatening undertone. They were still calm, and yet, it was like they were seething just as much as Dylan, biding their time to strike. Dylan didn’t understand. So many questions threatened to fall from his lips, and yet he withheld them, knowing he’d yield no response.

Dylan was quick to reply, voice higher in pitch due to concern and masked fear,” She’s not here. If you give me your name, I’ll tell her you called.”

“Oh? Where is she?”

Dylan paused. But only momentarily. He could almost hear a knowing snicker from the other side, although it was higher pitched. It caught him off guard, and he was quick to answer,” Out with parents.”

“…Oh? Is that so?” They almost sounded angry. Spiteful. And, in the silence that followed, Dylan wondered if he had convinced them.

Suddenly, they were angry. Their voice grumbled menacingly. “If she’s out with parents, then why am I looking at her right now, sleeping on the living room sofa, Dylan?”

His heart stopped and he looked around wildly. He took the phone with him, surveying each window. As he did so, he shut the curtains. He made it to the living room, gritting his teeth. He even pulled the curtains for the back patio shut, but not before surveying the backyard,

Dylan was about to shout as he shut the last curtain. “Who —“

“Ah, ah, ah,” the creep cooed in a sing-song voice. “You might want to lower your voice, Dylan. It would be a shame if you awoke sleeping beauty. After all… that would mean I’d have to skip to the process where I gut you like a fish.”

Silence. Dylan was absolutely shell-shocked. His skin grew pale from fright and his hand gripped the phone so tightly the plastic cracked. The man on the other side released low, rumbling chuckles. They were enjoying this. And, as much as he wanted to call bullshit, Dylan knew whoever was on the other side was looking at them and had a manic interest in his sister in particular.

It frightened him to the core of his being.

“Who are you?” Dylan stuttered, barely above a whisper. He turned toward Y/n, who was still fast asleep. She had tuned out the phone call. Dylan wished she hadn’t. But she was known for being a deep sleeper. And that scared him.

“I don’t think that’s what you should be asking right now, Dylan,” the voice hissed venomously. “What you should be asking is: How long has your front door been unlocked?”

“Fuck you, asshole!” Dylan suddenly boomed. Y/n jumped, sitting up instantly in bewilderment. Dylan was frightened, though. So very frightened. And, in his concern, he threw the phone down on the ground before making a mad dash to the front door.

By now Y/n was wide awake. She stood up and reached for the phone. Dylan was so frightened that she knew not to disturb him. And when she leaned over and picked dup the phone she heard nothing but loud beeping on the other side. She was perturbed. She wanted nothing more to type in nine-one-one.

Dylan in the meanwhile crashed into the front door. He froze, though, realizing that the front door was locked. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or even further distressed. His mind was racing with questions but all he knew to do was return to his dearest sister and call the police and arm himself.

“Dylan? Is someone at the front door?” Y/n called shakily, holding the phone in her grasp.

Dylan gulped, turning back. He was frozen for a moment, eyes gazing around the kitchen and living room. Whoever was there, they were either outside or they were inside. And neither of those possibilities were good. Whoever was watching them were confident with whatever they were planning to do and that terrified the man to his very core.

Especially for his sister’s sake.

“I don’t know. Y/n, call the police.”

Y/n was quick to listen, dialing in the number. Dylan kept peering out the front door, waiting to see a face amidst the dim porch light that he previously flicked on. There was nothing and yet, he could feel predatory eyes glued to his form.

Y/n finished punching in the numbers and hit to dial it. Her heart was racing and she was scared. Was the local murder after them too now? Several of her classmates had been butchered, and they were either an acquaintance of her’s or a true friend.

She knew she was next on the chopping block.

“This is the Woodsborro police department —“

Suddenly, the phone began buzzing. The woman blinked for a brief moment, feeling her brother’s urgent eyes watching her. But, not even a second passed and the lights flickered before ehe house was shrouded in darkness. Y/n was petrified, the phone slipping from her grasp. Her eyes were forced to adjust.

“Fuck! Y/n, we need to go,” Dylan exclaimed, starting down the hallway.

He went to the closet and moved for the knob while Y/n began moving toward him. She hugged herself tightly tears stinging at the tip of her eyes. Someone was here to hurt them. And she knew it was the local serial killer that was seemingly targeting high schoolers.

Y/n was barely around the couch when Dylan threw the closet door open. It banged against the wall loudly.

All of a sudden, a high-pitched shriek escaped the grown man. Something emerged from the closet, adorning an inky coat. They tackled Dylan into the wall, and both of them fell to the ground. Y/n screamed, realizing the direness of the situation.

Especially when, within the moonlight, a blade glinted.

“Y/n, run!” Dylan bellowed, pawing at the man above him.

The woman didn’t, though. The attacker was straddling Dylan’s waist while he struggled underneath, and in one fell swoop, he raised his knife. The attacker wore a ghoulish and cartoonish mask, and Y/n could feel the sadism and psychopathy radiating from him.

The figure let out a low, rumbling chuckle. Dylan realized it wasn’t at all like the one on the phone, though. And that scared him. Because whoever was about to stab him wasn’t working alone.

Y/n, as a last minute reaction, dashed at the figure. They but glanced and panicked, lowering the knife. It stabbed into Dylan, but at that moment, Y/n had tackled them to the ground. Her head hit the front door and the attacker’s knife was stuck in Dylan’s bodice.

The said man was groaning in agony. The knife, instead of being lodged in his heart, landed in his abdomen right underneath. He groped at the knife with shaky hands as blood spewed from the wound. He pulled it out, letting out an agonized cry while doing so.

While Dylan was struggling to push himself off the ground, Y/n was doing the same. The figure was tussling with her, although almost reluctantly. She was flipped over into the wall, her head ringing and vision blurry. She let out another gut-wrenching scream at the top of her lungs but the attacker didn’t seem to mind.

Their gloved hands pushed her against the wall. Y/n pushed at them in order to try and deter them, but it was for nought. As one of her hands reached for the mask, the tilted their head away, almost mockingly. They then shook their head, one hand pressing into her throat.

Y/n let out a squawk, instead directing her attention to the new pressure. The attacker was having fun with them and she hated it. It scared her that someone could derive such sick pleasure from murder. Tears slid down her cheeks as she felt the breath leave her body the harder they squeezed.

In the corner of her eye, she saw that Dylan was on his hands and knees, crawling toward them. His teeth were gritting to withhold cries of pain. He was trying to reach them so desperately as Y/n flailed underneath the attacker’s grip.

And suddenly, the killer, as though realizing her attention was elsewhere, peering over his shoulder.

By that point Dylan was close enough. He swung the knife, slashing at the killer’s back. A high-pitched curse escaped their lips, but they were seemingly well enough. Their grubby hands abandoned Y/n, instead flipping over and kicking Dylan. The knife went flying, and so did he.

As Dylan’s body flopped, a resounding crack echoed. Y/n rubbed at her throat, hungrily gulping in more air. She pulled her leg away, and the attacker’s attention was no longer on her. Instead, they stumbled to their feet, aiming to finish off her brother.

Through choked sobs, Y/n tried to push herself up with the help of the front door. Her fingers clawed desperately at the chain lock, although her gaze remained trained on the killer. She cried,” What d - do you want?”

The killer seemingly ignored her, walking over to Dylan’s laying form. He was weak and his blood stained his entire body, still seeping out of the wound. The killer tilted his head at the man, who was eagerly using what strength he had to push himself further away.

It was in vein, though, because the killer was quick to raise his foot and bring it down upon his stomach. Dylan let out an anguished guffaw, clawing at the foot. The cargo boot remained, though, instead pressing further. Blood spilled and stained the articles of clothes, and the attacker clearly preferred it that way.

Only then did the gravity of the situation hit her. Dylan was barely conscious. The knife had slid somewhere into the kitchen or living room. Her dearest brother was bleeding out and she was almost strangled.

As badly as she wanted to save Dylan, deep down, she knew he was a goner. He couldn’t run. His ankle was sprained. He couldn’t fight. His strength was quickly leaving him. He couldn’t call the police. The power was shut off.

“Please…!” Dylan cried out, gripping at the foot tightly.

The killer continued to push further. More and more cracks sounded. There was even some echoing squishes from Dylan’s body. However, the attacker wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. Instead, he raised his masked hands and tilted his head at Y/n.

Y/n’s movements froze and her brows furrowed. There was almost something familiar about the attacker and their hands curled and connected, forming a small heart. They paused in that moment, and even though their entire body was covered, there was something lovesick about their demeanor.

In one fell swoop the chain fell off. Y/n could spare no more time, seeing that her brother was but a twitching bodice. Her vision was blurred with tears and her fingers turned the last lock. Her brain was too panicked to form a coherent plan.

All that she thought was run.

But, as threw the door open, she replied that behind her, her attacker hadn’t moved an inch. Their gaze was glued to her form.

And, as she went to step onto the porch, she realized why.

Amidst the darkness, was another cloaked figure. They were shorter but broader in stature, although they wore the same inky cape and caricature mask. A scream released from her throat as the other attacker’s hands flew to her, trying to restrain her.

Two low chuckles released. For a moment, she struggled, as two hands clasped onto her shoulder. However, her knee raised and hit them right in the crotch.

The now realized man hadn’t been expecting that. She was freed instantly as the man stumbled back a bit before their knees crumpled. His hands went to massage his crotch, and Y/n was almost relieved for a second. She raised her foot, wanting so dearly to get past. She prepared to kick the man out of the way.

Just then, two strong arms looped around her waist and pulled her away. Another screech escaped as she flailed and struggled, but was once again pulled into the house. She kept struggling against the attacker, and said attacker kept backing up clearly struggling to see her contained in his arms.

One hand went to claw at the mask, and she heard a grunt of annoyance. Meanwhile, though, the other rose to his feet. He hobbled slightly, still grasping at the wound. He leaned against the doorway for support, panting angrily. His gaze was glued to us, and I saw he was fishing around his cloak for something. He was about to pull something from his pocket, when suddenly, the other’s footing failed them.

The killer fell on his back, having tripped over Dylan’s corpse. Y/n couldn’t help but cry out, wishing for even one car to drive past. Maybe if she screamed loud enough, her neighbors from down the street would hear. And yet, all her thoughts abandoned her as the masked man spoke.

“Stu, you fucking dumbass!”

A sense of betrayal washed over her.

“Hey, man, I’m trying my best here!”

It was Billy and Stu. Her classmates. Her friends. Her best friends.

Her brain short-circuited. However, the moment she felt the figure who now revealed themselves as Stu trying to prop himself up on his elbows, she rolled off. Her flesh crawled when she felt spirts of her brother’s blood sprinkle against her skin. Stu cursed and tried to grab her, and Billy realized that Y/n was still terrified for her life and wasn’t giving herself up.

“Fuck…!” Billy cursed, stumbling over.

He tried to grab her ankle, but the moment his hand ghosted over her ankle, she kicked. The man yelped. By then, Stu was sitting up and reaching toward her. Their movements were strained, and it was like they’d lost all focus and were flustered. They fucked up just enough to ruin their game plan.

Y/n, with tears streaming down her face, skidded across the floor on her knees. The moment she reached the corner of the wall, she used it to pull herself up. She paid the petty argument of her former friends echoing behind her, and it was like for a split second they forgot one of their victims was getting away. That is, until Y/n darted out of sight.

She was aiming for the patio door. But, suddenly, The taller, lankier form that she now recognized as Stu full throttled himself into the glass. It didn’t break, but he’d successfully - although rather panicked - blocked the escape route. Another scream threatened to release, but by then, she knew destroying her throat would yield no results. All she knew was that two psychos were trying to kill her.

She swerved, only to realize that Billy had bent over and picked up the kitchen knife. He was directly standing in the hallway, leaving her with only one route. Billy turned it over in his hand as if to admire the shiny red coat it now adorned, although his gaze was glued to her form.

“Y/n,” Stu purred from behind her, his footsteps no longer muted. “Where are ya tryin’ to go, babe?”

Y/n’s teeth grit together, and she couldn’t help but glance at Dylan’s corpse. ‘Run,’ his voice echoed in her head. His final words had been that of a warning. A fearful, knowing warning. Y/n was so very conflicted. She wanted her brother back and was completely exhausted and betrayed and hurt and… But she also had a primal instinct to survive.

“I think we gave her quite a fright, Stu,” Billy snickered.

Shivers rolled down her spine. Slowly but surely, both men had been closing in in her. Stu was but a few feet behind, his moves oddly calculated in comparison to his clumsy persona. And Billy… he was even slower. He lurked near the hallway just in case, knife glinting menacingly in the darkness.

“W - why are you doing this?” she squeaked fearfully, clenching her fists.

“You really don’t know? God, you’re less observant than shit for brains over there.”

Her heart thumped erratically in her chest. When Billy took one more step toward her, the woman was left with her fight or flight response. And she was tired and scared and confused. So, without a second to spare, she shrieked out of fright and ran like a maniac toward the stairs. Both men let out bellowing, cruel laughter.

Perhaps she was too loud, but she could barely hear them pursuing. She went to her bedroom, swinging the door open. It was shrouded in darkness, and as she turned to slam the door, an arm shot through. She slammed it anyways, and Stu let out a yawp of agony.

His arm slid slightly, but Y/n continued to attempt to force the door shut. She wasn’t too strong, but Stu was desperate. Only his hand was still lodged between, and he continued to flail and bang on the door. Somehow, he still seemed so Stu-like. Not angry in the slightest. Just confused and cheerful, like he was at school.

Well, at least, that was until he opened his mouth.

“Billy, goddammit! Get your sorry ass up here and help before I skin you alive!”

He was roaring at the top of his lungs. He was still grunting out of pain. Y/n pushed with all her might against the door, profusely sweating. She felt so weak, especially when a second fist began banging at the door. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Open the door or you’ll fucking regret it, Y/n! There’s no getting out of this!”

A fearful squeak escaped and she pushed herself further. All of a sudden, though, Billy’s banging stopped. She feared for the worst digging her bare feet into the floor of her once comforting and lovely bedroom. All of a sudden her body swung away as Billy threw himself against the door. A scream escaped as she fell back onto the floor, aches covering her entire body.

The door burst open and slammed into the wall. The two cloaked figures hovered threateningly in the doorway. Stu pulled up his lanky sleeve, and Y/n noticed that the door did a number. Much of the skin on his arm was torn. However, when he raised his head, she could tell he was glaring at her through his ghoulish mask. And Billy…

He was panting furiously. His shoulders heaved with every breath, and the grip on his knife was deathly tight. Some of the cloak had torn under miscellaneous circumstances, and a white teeshirt barely peaked through the cut. Y/n watched his movements particularly, because Billy had a weapon and as far as she knew, he aimed to use it.

She continued to scoot backwards on her butt until she hit the wall right beside her bed. She gulped, her mouth dry. Her entire body trembled with fear and she squeezed her eyes shut in fear. She was going to die. Today was the end of her life.

If heaven was real, she could only hope she ended up there.

Her eyes shot open once more as the floorboards creaked and in they came. Stu was still cradling his bare arm, so Billy shut and locked the door behind him. Their movements were slow. Sadistic. They were calculating every move. It baffled Y/n to no end that her two goofball best friends were capable of murder. And that she was on the list.

It honestly hurt. Her head pounded with misery as she accepted her fate. Her nails, which previously dug into the wall behind her, now lowered and her shoulders drooped expectantly. Her neck craned, watching their every move. She was watching and waiting, just like they were doing.

It was cruel of them to milk every ounce of fear from her. She thought her friendship would mean more to them.

“Aw, would you look at that, Billy,” Stu cooed mockingly. “She’s all scared and frightened. Don’t worry, baby, we aren’t going to hurt you, are we, Billy?”

“Mhm,” Billy hummed. “We were just scaring you a little, doll. You don’t really think we’d gut you like everyone else, huh?”

Y/n blinked in confusion, exchanging glances between the pair. They were slowly advancing toward her huddled, terrified form. Y/n pulled her knees to her chest reluctantly, trying to create more distance. However, when they were looming over her, both crouched down. She was completely cornered.

Billy raised the knife, gently ghosting it underneath her jawline. Y/n kept tilting her head further upwards until she couldn’t, but the knife didn’t press any further. It was but a pinch at her flesh. More tears spilled and Stu cooed quietly, gloved hand reaching toward his mask.

He removed it, revealing his expression. He wasn’t angry anymore. However, a mocking, pitiful pout was prominent on his lips. The mask plopped to the ground and both figures were drowning in their large cloaks. As the knife remained, Billy did the same, revealing his smug expression. He looked so happy.

“What’s wrong, doll? Why aren’t you talking to us, huh?”

Y/n gulped, feeling the blade graze against her throat as her flesh bobbed. A frown tugged at her lips and she couldn’t help but cast her gaze away, focusing instead on her knee cap. Her heart was deafeningly loud and she couldn’t help but wonder if the crazed maniacs heard it too.

“Aw, baby, don’t be giving us the silent treatment here. What’s on your mind?”

For some reason, that was what set her off. Through gritted teeth, she boomed,” Just get it over with, assholes! S - stop toying with me!”

It was like both of them froze in their place. Stu’s dimpled grin faded and his eyes dulled in a deep irritation. His face was long and forlorn eyes glaring over her body slowly. Billy, on the other hand, was just as calm. The only indication of a change in emotion was the narrowing of his eyes and the twitch of his small smirk.

Y/n shut her eyes, expecting for the knife to dig into her throat. Especially when Billy dragged it down her throat and down to her collarbone. It lingered right there over the exposed flesh, poking it tauntingly. At the same time, though, Y/n’s attention flitted over to Stu.

She’d never seen him so serious before. With one quick tug, Stu had pulled his glove off, revealing his hand. Gently, so very gently, his hand raised to her cheek. His eyes roamed every inch of her expression and his thumb rubbed circles across her cheek. If not for the looming threat of the knife digging into her skin, she would’ve jerked away. But, instead, she tried to tilt her head, although it yielded no such helpful results.

Noticing, Stu bit the inside of his lip and furrowed his brows. “I’m starting to feel kinda bad, Billy. You sure we didn’t take it too far —?”

Stu had seemingly set him off and Billy’s knife-wielding hand jerked back. He glared venomously at the man, a sneer breaking onto his face. “Are you fucking with me, Stu? We’re right here at the end of the plan and you feel bad? Don’t tell me you were okay with just watching the way those assholes looked at her —“

“No, no, not that! I just mean… Maybe we should’ve been a little smoother and chloroformed her first.”

Billy’s anger faded and he tilted his head in consideration, eyes rolled back in their sockets slightly. “…Huh. Maybe. But does it matter? We’re here now.”

The entire time, Y/n was watching the interaction warily. Her brain was churning with an explanation. She knew that they were toying with her. But the moment chloroform entered the conversation, her imagination lit up with any explanation as to what would happen.

Were they planning to… torture her? But what did she ever do wrong?

She blinked away some spilled tears and Billy glanced back at her. He clicked his tongue and tossed the knife over his shoulder entirely. It clinked somewhere else in the bedroom. His hand, which was gloveless in a moment’s notice, moved to her cheek, too. Stu’s grip became tighter and his thumb stopped, watching Billy’s action tensely.

Billy quickly, almost irritatedly, wiped away the tears from her under her eye. There was a silence that fell over as the pair just watched. And she watched back, weary and emotionally exhausted. She wished, with ever fiber of her being that they would change their minds about whatever they planned to do and just gave her an easy death.

“Why…”

Their eyes narrowed in sync, prodding further. “Why what, baby?” Stu muttered curiously.

Y/n gulped, trying to conjure up an ending to the question she didn’t want to know the answer to.

“Why do you hate me so much? I - I thought we were… friends…”

Stu’s jaw dropped dramatically and regretfully, while Billy was much better at controlling his shock, his brows raising. There was a stunned silence for but a moment, the pair exchanging glances. They almost seemed to regret what they were doing. But Y/n knew better. They planned it out so much, and they’d taken so great a glee of draining her brother’s body of life.

Billy, as his tongue rolled across his bottom lip, answered,” Oh, doll. We didn’t mean to scare you that bad. We don’t hate you, do we, Stu?”

“No, no, no,” Stu chimed, as though Y/n had asked the most abhorrent question humanly possible. He was stuttering so innocently that it confused her. “How could we ever hate you, baby? You don’t really think we’re trying to hurt you, do you? W - we’d never do that, baby. We were just tying to scare you —“

“You killed my brother! My friends!” Y/n suddenly shrieked, finding the willpower to swipe at both of their filthy paws.

But the moment she did so, a sense of horror paralyzed her. Stu’s face fell, although there was clearly a seething anger underneath. His glare was harsh as he gripped onto her wrist, painfully so. Y/n had to prevent a yelp of pain from escaping, biting her lip tightly.

Billy, though, wouldn’t stand for it. His fury bubbled over and his hand shot out to her throat. It hurt for but a moment, as he was clearly trying not to squeeze the living daylights out of her. But his hands were trembling. No, his entire body was. The fury was overflowing, and yet his glare was seemingly looking right through her.

Y/n clasped onto his wrist tightly, lips blubbering fearfully.

Billy finally hissed,” It’s what’s good for you. You don’t even know how cruel it was for you to prance around high school for everyone else to ogle at. They aren’t worthy. Nobody is. Not your brother, not your friends, not that stupid jock that flirted with you. Do you understand?”

Stu, his voice just as low and threatening, added,” You’re our’s, baby. We ain’t letting anyone getting in the way, got it? Not even you.”

Y/n’s fragile heart shattered. She understood, and yet, at the same time she didn’t. It was like puzzle pieces she didn’t know existed clicked together. It seemed so irrational. Every word they spoke was total bullshit to her. And yet…

She always blamed it on them being that great of friends. She brushed off the fact that Billy was touchier with her than he ever was with Sidney. And Stu barely took his eyes off her when she was around. They constantly sought her out. They constantly drowned her in compliments. They helped her and comforted her.

She always assumed that it was because they were friends. They’d known each other for so long that…

“But… what about…”

Billy snorted in disdain. “Sidney’s just some whore like her mother was. Nobody is a worthy basis of comparison for you, so stop spewing bullshit —“

Stu, noticing how his harsh words frightened the woman before them, warily overpowered his voice until Billy shut up. “W - what we mean to say, baby, is they just ain’t worth our time. You’re all we really care about, baby. Who cares about Tatum or Sidney or anyone when nobody else is as perfect as you? You’re just the sweetest angel on earth, okay, baby?”

Much to Stu’s dismay, it was clear that his soft explanation only frightened her further. Y/n began shaking her head wildly and Billy withdrew his hand from her throat. Stu released her, too, and the pair watched in frustrated silence as she buried her head in her knees, breaking out into loud, echoing sobs.

Amidst the echoing cries, Stu sighed. “See, Billy? Now I just feel bad. Can we just, uh, take her home?”

Billy hummed in agreement, and the inquiry made Y/n seize up in horror. She raised her head with wide doe eyes, shrinking even further into the wall as Billy fished through the pocket of his cloak in annoyance. Neither of them were happy.

While Stu’s delusional and crazed mind thought things would go smoother and that she’d understand, Billy knew better. But, in all honesty, he didn’t care if she hated their guts. As long as she was their’s, he couldn’t give a rat’s ass what she thought about them. The only thing they agreed on was that, sooner or later, she’d come around to their affection.

So, Billy withdrew a soaked white cloth from his pocket. It smelled horrible, and Y/n’s nose picked up on it instantly. She went to push away Billy’s hand, but Stu’s fingers tangled around her wrists, restraining her. Right before the cloth pressed to her mouth, she let out the mightiest scream she could muster.

And then, downstairs, alone, abandoned, and hurt, Dylan stirred. He gulped, immediately letting out a quiet gasp as the memories flooded him. He awoke to a scream and his blood ran cold. After that, the house became deadly silent. He feared for the worst. So, even amidst the agony his wounds thrust upon him, he forced himself up.

His hands guided him along the walls of the house, his only support as the other hand immediately went to clutch at the stab wound. All he saw was red, and the beating of his heart was slow and labored. In the distance, he swore he heard police sirens, but he also recognized that in his dying state, it could be his mind conjuring up hallucinations.

He crawled up the stairs on his hands and knees, labored pants escaping. It was so hard to breathe. He was positive that he was crying and sweating blood. But he just needed to make sure his baby sister was okay. And, as he progressed even slower up the steps, he found himself using but his arms to pull himself up. He lost all feeling in his legs.

And then, he arrived at the top. He couldn’t even push himself up. He could but claw himself along the floor, his heart slowing with every passing minute. And then as he pulled himself into the doorway, he saw it with his last, dying breath.

Absolutely nothing but an open window.

A knife.

And two ghost face masks adjacent to one another.

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere slashers #yandere x reader #scream franchise #scream movie #scream #scream movies #scream x reader #horror movie #billy loomis #scream 1996 #billy x reader x stu #yandere billy loomis #yandere stu macher #stu macher #stu matcher x reader

1K notes · View notes

reareaotaku · 3 months

Text

Shut Up, Stu

Summary: Y/n accidentally killed Randy in front of [Stu] Ghostface, catching him off guard and you get away. Everyone thinks it was Ghostface who did it, but you're confronted when Stu accidentally slips that he knows. Characters: Yandere! Stu Macher x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Billy Loomis Tw: Blackmail, Murder, Death, Violence, Horror, Cheating Mentioned Probably going to have to make a Part 2, because there is no way this is complete. I did this months ago... Needed it out of drafts

Your feet slide on the bitter cold tiles; The freezing wet sensation of blood covering in between your toes. You could hear the click of the killer following you, but you couldn't look back. You held a sharp, serrated knife, blood dripping from the tip. You limped your way to an island counter, before pulling yourself together.

The adrenaline was pumping through your veins, which might be why when you heard Ghostface groan your name, you started swinging the knife. You just kept stabbing and stabbing, until the blood soaked your clothes. But you weren't standing over Ghostface. Infact, it was one of your friends, Randy Meeks.

You gasp, covering your mouth and you hear laughing. You look up at the serial killer. You had never thought you could kill someone; Why, you couldn't even kill a spider, even though they scared you.

"I didn't think you had it in you, Y/n," He laughs, as if he's telling a joke.

"It was an accident." You shook your head, "I didn't mean it," You bent over to Randy, putting your hand over his wound, "It was an accident-"

"An accident? An unexpected pregnancy is an accident."

You look down at your hands, which were covered in blood. You were going to have to get rid of your shirt and your pants. Oh god, you couldn't go to prison.... You push past Ghostface, who was much more preoccupied in your [Potential] murder victim than you.

-----

You were covered in blood as you walked the streets. You heard a honk and looked behind to see a red Mustang that's headlights were bright in your face. You held your body close as the car slowly pulled up to you. It was Billy.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

Your body shook and you couldn't speak. You were still in shock from what you had done. Billy opens the door and motions for you to get in. You looked around, before realizing that maybe it would be better if you went with him instead of the sheriff.

"So?" He tilts his head, but you don't say anything.

What could you say? You had killed Randy?

"You seem shaken up." You feel his hand on your thigh, causing you to finally look at him. "Your blood?"

He stops the car, looking at you. It was dark and the only light was from inside his car.

"No, it's not. I did.... Something bad."

"You? Bad?" He laughs, "Yeah right. Little Miss Perfect Goody Toe Shoes? What'd you do? Accidentally step-"

"I killed Randy Meeks."

His eyes widen and mouth drops, before he slowly nods his head, "Okay.... Um, well- That was unexpected. Where is his body?"

"Stu's house."

"Okay," He taps the wheel, "It'll be fine. Don't worry about it."

"I can't go to jail," You fiddle with your blood-soaked blouse. "I didn't mean to. Jail would kill me. God-"

"It's fine, Y/n. You're not going to jail. Don't worry about it."

"But-"

He grabs your shoulder, "Think of it as a favor."

-----

"And she just kept stabbing him."

Billy rolls his eyes, pulling on his sleeve. "So, what did you do with the body? He wasn't there."

"Hung him like a Christmas Light."

Billy chuckles, "She was walking the streets, terrified. Why didn't you stop her or something?"

"I was so shocked," Stu jumps on the bed, "I didn't think she could do something like that."

"Anyone can murder if pushed far enough."

----

You felt like all eyes were on you. Like everyone knew your dark secret. How could anyone live with such guilt? The guilt of death.

"Damn, what's got you wound up so tight, lil mama?"

You nearly jumped when the voice came out of nowhere, along with an arm swung around you. Stu pulled you in close and you can feel his breath on your neck.

"Nothing. Why would you think something's bothering me?"

"You just seem... on edge."

You turned towards the voice, seeing Sideny now walking by you. You shook your head, "It's fine. I'm fine."

Sidney didn't believe you, but she decided to not question it with everyone else around you.

----

Lunch was weird, without Randy having his arm wrapped around you, trying to flirt with you. How could you hurt him? Your mind was filled and you weren't listening to your friends. That was until you felt a hand grab you.

"Are you listening?"

Your eyes widened and you looked down at your hands, "Yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Randy was killed last night. He was found hanging in Stu's house."

You looked towards Stu, who shrugged, "Imagine my surprise coming home to that," He jokes, kissing Tatum, who pushes him off.

"I was surprised he was dead, but the guy was a jerk. Actually, I thought he was the one behind Ghostface," Tatum fiddles with her purse. "He didn't deserve to die, though."

"Yeah... He didn't," You frown and you could feel Billy's eyes on you, but he wasn't the only one looking at you.

----

The end of the day came to soon. You didn't know how anyone could just go on about their day with people being killed.... And Randy. Your gut twisted and you felt the icky feeling growing in your stomach.

A hand grabs you from behind, freaking you out. Before you can scream though, you're bombarded by Stu.

"What the hell, Stu. What's wrong with you."

"Damn, sorry babe. You seem so on edge."

You huff at the nickname. He had a girlfriend and here he was calling you babe. You didn't like it. "I'm not on edge."

"How about you come to my place? Just me and you."

"Your place? Alone?" You let out a muffled chuckle, "Yeah, right. Sounds like a great idea-"

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7."

"Wait what-"

He takes off and you are forced to shove down your concerns and arguments.

---

You had thought you would be alone with Stu, but thankfully someone else was there. Unfortunately, it was Billy. You felt like they were staring at you and a part of you wondered if they knew, but they couldn't know... Could they?

#scream #yandere scream #scream x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis imagine #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere billy loomis #yandere billy x reader #yandere billy loomis x reader #yandere killer x reader #yandere stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu x reader #yandere stu x reader #yandere stu macher x reader

347 notes · View notes

onmyyan · 22 days

Text

Kiss the goat part 2

Sometime after your brief yet terrifying phone call, Casey Beckham and her boyfriend Steve are brutally slain in her suburban home, and you know exactly who's responsible.

It's hard to sleep that night, hard to do much of anything but lie listlessly in your bed, eyes wide, hand clutching the small, sharp knife you'd come into this world with, like a safety blanket.

Your mind felt all too busy for rest, you knew this was just the beginning, and despite how insane things were about to become, you were determined to make it to the end. No matter what.

The circus that the campus had turned into the following morning was intense, to say the least. Where there weren't reporter vans there were police cruisers. You couldn't take a step without having to dodge a camera or microphone being shoved in your face.

With every inch closer to what felt like a school-shaped coffin, an uncomfortable little chill shot up your ankle, as before you left this morning, you tucked the small switchblade into your right boot, after last night you weren't willing to take any chances, this was the first time a movie had gone off script on you and it made you this..nervous kind of excited, the kind you felt in your tummy all day and night, where you didn't know what was coming next, but you couldn't wait for it.

Although any positive emotions coming from this thought vanished as you were abruptly called to the principal's office, which would have been fine had it not prompted a very particular look from Stu. The very psycho you were trying to avoid. It was a bit surreal to think only a few hours before he was stringing his ex-girlfriend up like a set of Christmas lights.

Being pulled into the office first for questioning wasn't helping your goal of anonymity, the police made a point of asking more than once if you'd liked to hunt, and where exactly you'd been all night, thank god for Randy you thought, Happy with the alibi he'd inadvertently given you by hanging out yesterday.

You don't tell the police any more information than they ask, keeping your answers short and sweet as you wanted out of there fast, the principal was overtly friendly and it wasn't his fault as he's written as a red herring, but he still creeped you out.

Lunch rolled around and a part of you wanted to just ditch it all and run in the opposite direction, but you knew better. So you swallow your fear and count your steps as you head towards the fountain.

Making your way to the spot said alibi had begged you to meet him at, you caught wind of the conversation and knew then and there you were in the thick of it.

Randy waved you over to sit beside him excitedly, your sudden appearance barely affected the group's conversation.

"They ask if you like to hunt?" Stu's voice carried over the sounds of the water rushing from the fountain, his eyes flicker to you, a twitch in his smile as you sit beside Randy with a silent wave.

"Why would they ask if you liked to hunt?" Tatum asked twirling the lollipop in her hand, her eyes met yours before returning to the group, and she sent you a grin before toying with Stu's hair, said man sent you his own smile, unlike her's, his sent a chill down to your tummy.

"Because they were gutted," Randy said much too cheerfully, no wonder they suspect his ass.

"Thank you, Randy," Billy spoke from his relaxed position, his dark brown gaze flickering over to the mysterious newcomer Randy had attached himself to like a leech. You made a point not to meet his eye. Instead, you tried to act as naturally as possible.

But his gaze lingers.

"They didn't ask me if I liked to hunt." The pretty blonde spoke, almost offended by the notion.

"Cause there's no way a girl could have killed em'," Stu says matter of factly, his grin completely unsubtle.

"That is so sexist- The killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct." Tatum replies.

"That was an ice pick, not exactly the same thing." Randy chimes in, again much too cheerful given the context.

"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. Fact is it takes a man to do something like that." Stu says, its fascinating to you no one catches on to that psychotic look in his eye.

"Or a man's mentality." His girlfriend replied mockingly.

"How do you- how could someone do that to another person?" Sidney questioned more to herself than anyone.

"You take a knife, and you slit em' from groin to sternum," Stu says almost gleefully, his blue eyes flicker to you for a moment, and it makes your stomach do a flip. Like he was waiting for a reaction.

"Hey, it's called tact you fuck rag," Billy says his eyes full of a silent warning to Stu: shut the hell up. It made you smile a bit to yourself, how on earth these two idiots managed to make it to the end of the original movie without being caught amazed you.

"Hey, Stu didn't you used to date, Casey?" Sydney asks almost accusingly.

"Yeah for like two seconds."

"Before she dumped him for Steve." Randy taunted him close to Stu's face. "I thought you dumped her for me?" Tatum says with a pout.

"I did he's full of shit." Stu sneers with a glare, his grin almost like a warning to Randy.

"Are the police aware you used to date the victim?" He taunts Stu and you can't help but chuckle to yourself.

"What you think I killed her?"

"It would certainly boost your boring life."

"He was with me." Tatum said wrapping his arm around her front almost protectively, "Yeah was that before he sliced and diced?" Randy teased popping a peanut into his mouth,

"Fuck you nutcase where were you last night?" Tatum glared at Randy prompting him to smirk, "With (Y/n), my alibi's solid Blondie." Randy said proudly. This caused a very interesting reaction as Stu tightened his grip on Tatum, and Billy began staring holes into Randy.

"I didn't kill anybody." Stu says dismissively as he looks between the faces of the group.

"Nobody said you did." Billy bit out, his words holding a certain level of warning. "Aw, thanks buddy."

"You're so suspicious." Randy rolls his eyes at Stu, and the blonde man sends him a sharp look.

"Yeah well, what about her?" Stu throws his head towards you, his grin strained.

"What about me." You respond meeting his stare head-on, your brow raised at his odd accusation, it almost made you laugh.

"Well, he has a point." Billy sits up, demanding your eyes meet his own, his stare is like a shark, unmoving, unwavering. "And what would that point be." You ask, unfazed by the heat they tried directing on you.

"New girl comes to town, bodies start dropping- kinda' interesting right?" He watched you from his seat at the fountain, the dark look he gave went unnoticed by the rest of the group, goading you for a reaction. He was testing you, for what you didn't know, but you held his burning gaze, your smirk taunting him.

"Well sure, if you have no imagination that makes total sense."

Something in the way you spoke held everyone's attention, especially the two violent men who were currently looking at you like a starved dog looked at a hunk of raw, bloodied meat.

"Isn't it much scarier to think about how you all probably know him? That you've been sitting next to him for years?" A small grin twitched at your lips, they shifted uncomfortably hanging off of every word, this glimmer in Billy's dark eyes had a fire burning in your belly, sure antagonizing a sadistic murderer was probably a bad idea, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Then again, what do I know." The bell gave your sentence an ominous ring as they all said with your words, Randy pulled you along, which left you unaware of the dangerous looks you were getting.

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere billy loomis #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #yandere stu macher #stu matcher x reader #stu macher #scream fic

100 notes · View notes