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the-grimm-writer · 2 years

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i'm obsessed with that scream thirst, could you make a fic with billy and stu with the reader plsssss

everytime i think im out of my scream obsession im dragged right back in and i love it <3

based on this!

everyone is 18+ mdni

warnings: noncon, oral (m receiving) knife play, violence, slight gore, mentions of death, blackmail, some praise, lots of threats, corruption kink, tag team

"Wake up, baby." A groan escaped your lips as you moved to get away from whoever was trying to wake you up.

"Go away," you mumbled sleepily, temporarily unaware of the two masked men standing over your bed.

When the shaking got rougher you shot up on your bed, about to whine to one of your siblings or parents that you would be up in a couple minutes and to get out of your room but snapped out of your sleepy trance the moment you noticed the two masked figures looming over your bed.

One of them stayed still while the other waved at you. "Wakey, wakey. It's time to scream."

Staying in your small home town of Woodsboro and going to the community college that was the next city over had seemed like a good idea. It had always been a fairly safe place, except for the serial killer recently on the loose.

Terrifying as it was, you were like everyone else. There was no way that the killer would target you, an average person, right? You wished now that you were more paranoid, more cautious.

Because serial killers didn’t use logic, there was no reason to murder innocent people. Why would you be any different?

There was no way. There was no fucking way this could happen to you of all people.

"As much as I'd like to hear those pretty screams of yours, don't you fucking dare unless you want my buddy over here to kill everyone in this house."

You immediately nodded your head, not wanting your family to get hurt.

"Good girl. Now we're going to play a game. You like games, don't you (Y/n)?"

They both chuckled when you shook your head back and forth.

"Well you'll love this one."

“Here it is, we’re gonna play “guess who the killer is!”. You have three chances to guess our identities.”

“And if I lose?”

“You already know what we’ll do.”

The duo was met with a long, silent pause as you tried to think hard. Your mind went blank, and it was like you forgot the names of everyone you had ever met. You almost didn’t want to play along, they didn’t tell you what they’d do if you win. Would they make your death quick? Show you some mercy instead of torturing you?

"Answer." Tears spilled down your cheeks as the knife pressed harder against your throat, the sharp blade just about to cut into your skin.

You thought about everyone in your classes. The close friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, everyone. You stared at the blank mask as you thought about it. They hid their identity well, looking gender neutral for the most part. Even though you were sure that they were using a voice box to change their voices, you could tell that they were men, at least the one holding onto you was.

That at least narrowed it down. These two had to be best of fucking friends if they were were murdering people together.

You thought about your classmate, about Tatum, who had recently got murdered. She was the most shocking death out of everyone, you’d talked to her a few times before she died, she was a sweet girl.

Then you thought about her friend Sidney, who had just recently went missing. And the two that brought them together... Their boyfriends.

As shocked as you were, you couldn’t say you were too shocked. They were strange, you didn’t like the way they stared at you. Luckily you had been able to avoid them for the most part, until the girls were erased from the picture.

“Billy,” you let out a shaky breath. Judging by the way they both stiffened you were correct. "Stu and Billy.”

The one in front of you sighed and shook his head. “That’s too bad. Looks like we have to kill you now. Don’t you know the rules of a horror movie, (Y/n)? Killers never let their victims know their identity unless they’re sure they’ll never tell.”

“Any last words, baby?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, you should have figured. Why would they let you live after finding out who they were? You were trying to brace yourself for the pain that was bound to come that you didn’t see them taking off their masks.

Obnoxious laughter filled your ears and you only opened your eyes when you felt the cold metal withdraw from your throat.

"You should've seen your face," Billy laughed. "Did you really think we would do all of this just to kill you? That's cute."

“Yeah, we would never dream of killing ya, (Y/n),” Stu chimed in, moving your body so you were on top of him, your head resting on his chest.

Billy had a mischievous smirk on his face. "You've been so good for us so far, why not let us give you a reward?"

Shaking your head, you weakly tried pushing them away as Stu worked on pulling off your shirt and Billy grabbed your leg and held it up, his other hand snaking to your shorts, hooking his fingers to it and your panties and yanking them down.

You whimpered, your body being so exposed to them. Four hands ran down your body.

Stu grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and pinching and twisting your hard nipples while Billy grabbed your ass.

You gasped as Billy looked you in the eye, the palm of his hand rubbing your pussy. You whimpered, but the satisfied look on his face told you that he took it as a moan.

“Ya have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this baby,” Stu whispered in your ear, grinding against you.

“Stop!” You tried to sound tough, but they just laughed. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to get rid of the wetness that gathered up from Billy’s hand, uncomfortable and ashamed.

Stu pushed you back, making eye contact with his best friend as they shared a nod. You were on your hands on knees. You looked away from Billy standing in front of you, getting undressed.

Billy looked down at you, a grin on his face. "I feel any teeth and those friends of yours are getting gutted next, alright?"

You were about to nod your head when Stu thrusted into you, making you cry out. You felt so warm, your wet cunt stretching and sucking him in. And Billy didn’t waste any time, the moment your lips parted he pushed his cock into your mouth, neither of them letting you adjust.

“Fuck so tight,” Stu gasped, throwing his head back and smacking your ass. “Worth the wait.”

Stu was slower than Billy, the moment he bottomed inside you he waited for a moment. He wanted to keep going, but he wasn’t that bad. He knew it had to hurt, and you were rocked against him every time Billy thrusted into your mouth.

So he waited, well experienced enough to find your clit, rubbing soft circles into it before he slowly started to pick up the pace. Your body was fast to respond to it, the sensitive nerves making your gummy walls clench around him.

Stu was more experimental, paying close attention to every way you reacted with each push. He knew what he was doing, they both did.

You gasped, barely able to breath as Billy’s cock slid down your throat. You made sure that you didn’t use teeth like he demanded, but you’d never done this so you just let him continue having full control. You felt like a rag doll, being used by the both of them at once.

“That’s it baby,” Billy groaned, hand tangled in your hair and gripping it hard. You gagged against him, letting tears stream down your face freely.

You wondered what would happen if your parents just so happened to walk in, see their beloved, squeaky clean daughter getting violated by two serial killers in the worst way possible.

Would they try protecting you? Or would they be disgusted, disowning you on the spot. None of them would be good. All of them would end in the same outcome, you were afraid.

Those were your thoughts, yet you were disgusted as your body was betraying you, feeling yourself jolt and whine every time Stu hit a sensitive spot inside you.

It made you almost wish that they would be harsher with you, the pleasure was crueler in a way.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think of anything else but your head was spinning, so many feelings that you’d never felt in your life overwhelming you.

“Fuck, I think she’s gonna cum, I can feel it.” Stu squeezed your hips, pushing into you faster.

Your body shook from the pleasure as Billy looked down at you with a satisfied look in his eye. “Told you she’s the one for us. Who else could take us both so good?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the praise, and you felt a heat at your core.

It almost felt like you had to pee, the sensation growing until you couldn’t take it anymore and you felt yourself release for the first time. It was more powerful than you could’ve ever imagined.

You moaned against Billy, feeling like you were about to blackout as you road your orgasm out, letting you blissfully forget about everything for just a moment.

You felt him throbbing inside you, barely picking up the way Billy started fucking your throat harder, liquid sliding down your throat that caused you to quickly swallow.

You were still tired, your mind hazy. You didn’t even know that Stu had finished until he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. The two quickly followed, sandwiching you in between them.

It made you feel suffocated, but something told you you'd have to get used to it. Your heart dropped, your cheeks burning with humiliation as you fully processed what you had just went through. You closed your eyes, refusing to let yourself sob and risk waking anyone up.

"You know, we see ourselves in you," Stu mused, grabbing the knife from your nightstand and dragging it down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "We've seen the way you look at some of our classmates when you think nobody's looking."

Billy looked down at you. "You know the saying... If looks could kill? Well now we're going to make it a reality for you."

Your blood ran cold, not liking where this was heading.

"And you'll seal our cover," Stu added with excitement. "The two golden boys and sweet little (Y/n). Nobody's ever gonna suspect us. We can do whatever we want!”

You desperately wanted to argue. Sure, you had thought about harming people before. Getting revenge, even murdering someone. But that wasn't who you were, it was always intrusive thoughts, you always reassured yourself.

Yet you couldn't find yourself able to immediately say no. Your life wasn't the only one at stake, after all. You had a family to protect as well.

"What if-" You paused for a second. "I don't want to hurt anyone? I don’t want to be a killer.”

Billy chuckled. "Oh, of course you can say no." He waved the knife around before reaching out to hand it to you. "But don't be surprised when everyone you've ever loved starts dropping like flies."

Stu wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your shoulder and looking at you. "It'd be a blood bath," he sighed. "Sounds like a blast!"

Blood was going to be spilled no matter what, and as selfish as it was, you'd much rather it be someone else than you or your family.

With a shaky hand you took the knife, trying not to cry as they grinned down at you.

"Good... Now tell us who our next victim is, baby."

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jessicascharacterbananza · 2 years

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Yandere Polyghostface- Too much sometimes

They were a lot to handle. Only sometimes, but those sometimes got the better of you. You couldn’t say what started it, the shitty day you’d had at school or the fact that plastered all over the news was yet another killing committed by none other than your boyfriends. But it was enough for you to have locked yourself in the bathroom, head leaning against the door and hands covering your face.

You had tried to muffle the sobs but they became too loud and soon enough both of your boys were trying to coax you out.

“Baby, come on let us in. We wanna help you sweetheart,” Billy says from the other side of the door. You continued to cry, his words almost seeming to make it worse.

“Hey sweetcheeks, if you come out I’ll let you wear one of my sweaters all night long. And I won’t even complain if you spill food on it like usual.” Stu’s comments made you giggle slightly however you were still very upset.

Whilst you appreciated their efforts of comfort it still didn’t feel right to you that the same guys begging you to unlock the door were the same guys that heard the begging of their victims but chose to ignore them.

“Come on darling, let us in, please” He sounded so vulnerable, so caring and wanting of you to let them help. You opened the door just enough for them to squeeze through, closing it again when they both sat down in front of you. You eyes stayed trained to the floor as Stu moved beside you and moved your head to rest on his shoulder. Billy grabbed your hands that had began playing with your trousers and wrapped them in his, tracing light circles on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I sh-“ you started but Billy interrupted.

“If your about to apologise for crying your going to be in trouble,” he says sternly, reminding you of one of their rules.

You can’t apologise for anything unless you have done something wrong. It was a habit you’d picked up, apologising for nothing so as one of the rules you were forbidden from doing so. Meaning if you disobeyed you would be punished which was definitely not what you wanted right now.

“What’s happened?” Stu asks, reaching his hand up to play with your hair. You sigh and lean into him more, a reflex.

“ I got overwhelmed today and when I saw everything on the news it got the better of me. I know it shouldn’t and I’m fine with what you guys do but when I hear about it in details every day I can’t help imagine you both differently,” you ramble, eyes scrunched shut. You hear Billy sigh and feel Stu tense.

“Are you scared of us?” Billy asks reaching towards you and pulling your chin up, forcing you away from the comfort of hiding in Stu’s neck.

“No,” you reply with hesitation. They don’t scare you, but what they do, that scares you.

“It all just gets too much sometimes,” you explain making eye contact with Billy. He nods slightly and looks over to Stu.

They both stand and Billy reaches out his hand to help pull you up off the tiled floor. You allow them to lead you to your shared bedroom and relax slightly as you see Stu got to his closet and pull out the sweater he had promised you.

“New rule, no more watching the news,” Billy says as Stu pulls the sweater over your head and giggles as your hair goes frizzy.

“I like that rule,” you reply, smiling at your lover boys.

They may be a lot to handle and sometimes you question if it’s worth it. But in moments like these when your wrapped in the arms of the boys closest to you, you know that every tear drop, every rule and every punishment is worth the affection they give.

It can get too much, but only sometimes.

#poly!ghostface #poly ghostface #polyamory #polycule #yandere #stu x billy #billy x reader #billy loomis #stu x reader #stu macher #stu matcher x you #scream 1996 #scream

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onmyyan · 1 month

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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

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ivanzplaid · 11 months

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Can I request some Poly Yandere Billy Loomis & Stu Matcher x male reader?

Where reader is a popular guy who’s always got people around him, and is just a really affectionate person so whenever he’s seen theres always either an arm around the person he’s with or an arm around himself.

yes. i love my silly little deranged boyfriends and i love them more when theyre in a murderous grind for their oblivious bf🥰 thsnk you for bringing this into my life!!!!! (yes this is an old request but i just saw it so tbh its new)

request r open, masterlist is up!

Poly! Yandere! Billy n Stu x M! Popular! Reader + Jealousy | Headcanons & Short Fic

Warnings: Murder Description, Blood Description, Jealousy/Possessiveness, very yandere actions ( gaslighting ), cute caring boyfriends🥰

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Headcanons

this could not be a more troubljng mix, two overbearing and protective boyfriends with a carefree and naturally affectionate boyfriend who just tries to be nice to everyone

while the pair adore how truly genuine and lively they are, they hate how everyone feeds into it and gives you attention that only they should be giving you

its a collected hate when they see you hanging out with your little friend group all laughing and getting too comfortable, as well as when your kind soul helped out the new kid, who asked for your number afterwards

they know they shouldnt control everything about your life, but thats what theyre here for! they think they know whats best for you, and this is just them helping your very sweet obliviousness

they share a notebook of names for who they think has been trying too much recently; Your new friend from lunch who seems to lean on your shoulder, your gym buddy who looks at you too much in the wrong areas

they try to make it seem coincidental that these things happen to you, but if you ever caught them in the act, theyd let you know thst its just for your own good, they know what's best for you snd your wellbeing

if you ever got suspicious theyd say they need to keep you safe, using it as an excuse to spend more time with you and show everyone else who you truly belong to

besides killing, theyd each have their own little ways as marking you so others know to back off a bit

billy would be more aggressive with it, actively keaving hickeys and bite marks on you, glaring down anyone who he thinks is too close while having an arm around your shoulder

stu would br a bit more silly with it, sending more quality time and making you laugh more/kiss you more often, he needs the emotional security

either way, neither would be happy, and both would gaslight you into thinking thst you truly only need them, that youre fulfilled and happy only with them, the two most caring snd concerned boyfriends in the world

Short Fic ( murder desc & yandere behavior/actions + gaslighting )

Your hands burrowed into Stu's as he held you up, gently caressing your back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. His hot breath covered your neck, trying to put you at ease. Infront of you was the transfer student, laying helplessly on the ground, beaten and bloody. You remembered everyone of the cuts that were displayed on his body, slowly killing him.

Your tears stained your face, working to heavy your eyes. Yet your two boyfriends wouldn't stop talking to you, comforting you while massacring the helpless boy that lay before you.

Stu's hand helped prop you chin upwards, shushing into your ear before speaking.

"Babe, you gotta understand that we had to. You're too nice! You couldn't see what he was trying to do to you. Its your flaw, you're just too nice!"

Soon after, Billy's head leaned into yours, wiping away the tears and cleaning up your face with this sleeve gently.

"Thats right, we would only do whats best for your wellbeing, you'll thank us later. We saw the way he looked and spoke about you. You just took it! We had to stick up for you since you obviously couldn't do it for yourself."

Billy's thumb circled your cheek, forcing you to look at him as he spoke. As you looked into his eyes, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sorrow for putting your concerned and attentive boyfriends through so much..

Maybe they were just looking out for your best interest at heart?

#scream #scream franchise #scream 1996 #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #stu matcher #stu macher #slasher #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x make reader #billy and stu #billy & stu #yandere slasher #yandere #ghostface

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kaylinlmfao · 1 year

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Fuck you

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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"

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*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.

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