we all go alittle mad sometimes.

hello, my name is cece! i am 23 years old ! i am selective when it comes to writing partners but most of the time, if you cut your posts and have clear rules, a muse list(if you are a multi), and biography (for OCs), i will more than likely follow you back ( because this is a sideblog i will be following back from aigonakru ) ! <3 OCs, multis, and single muse blogs alike are all welcome here, as well as duplicates! <3 thank you for checking out my blog !!

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RULES

VERSES (in construction)

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                        “  It’s cool ,     man .  ”     Stu was particularly familiar with Billy’s outbursts after all .     It is nice to hear he was evident of it now ,     and possibly working on it though a part of him thinks that anger will always be a part of him .     When he hears Billy admit to thinking about finishing the job there’s a sense of relief and he even sighs aloud knowing he wasn’t alone in his thinking of such things .    “  Yeah ,    yeah .    ‘course not .     I was just wondering .    Nothing wrong with thinking about that sort of thing ,    right ?  ”    As long as it wasn’t acted on or fixated on .

@ahlittlemad​:            “Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”

inbox content:            high pain tolerance starters.

it’s a betrayal befitting a stab movie … and that’s why he did it. six months of late nights and early mornings, shared shifts, dirty and loving words whispered as two heads share one pillow … all of it a facade more terrifying than the iconic ghostface mask. he’s left her in the basement to bleed, presumably to die. 

sam is a fighter, however; she claws her way up the stairs in a crawl. he’s cut her deep, she isn’t sure what richie’s hit, but she is aware of a wet warmth beneath her, as sam bellies her way up amber’s basement steps. tara, she has to fucking find tara. amber is running around with a gun, richie’s got a fucking knife  —  her baby sister is on crutches, she’s in serious danger and if sam doesn’t get up there fast enough … no. she’s not going to lose her sister, not tonight.

her vision drifts in and out of black and no matter how furiously she pulls herself up these steps, the door feels farther from sam’s reach than ever. her chin knocks against a stair, and she lacks the energy to lift her head up again. 

dark eyes flutter closed  —  just for a minute, sam warns herself  —  as she rests her cheek on the cool material. a man’s voice yanks her from the allure of darkness. sam jolts and raises her head to find her biological father looming over her. her dominant hand reaches out to the older man, slick and slippery with her own blood. sam’s unsure entirely if it’s really him or an illusion; either way, she pleads with the figure.

“dad —“   it’s the first time she’s ever applied the title to billy.  “help me up  —  he — richie … stabbed me. he fucking stabbed me! he’s one of them!”

sam told him not to come here. that she’d handle it on her own--but he was aware of the true reason. she didn’t want to risk him doing something that would get him tossed into prison for the rest of his days. it’s a reasonable concern with sidney being in town and therefore, a definite piece in this copycat’s game.

what he didn’t expect is to find his daughter down already in the basement of the old macher residence. “ shit -- sam ! stay still. ” he voiced and then preceded to curse under his breath in genuine worry for his daughter’s well-being. “ i knew that guy was a fucking risk. ” 

Whilst it had seemed funny when she was the one joking about killing, the same couldn’t be said when it came to him. Not after she’d been convinced he was a part of it back then, it had made perfect sense but once again she was having to remind herself that it hadn’t been true. She’d created these allegations in her own mind and whilst his disappearance had been suspicious, she couldn’t exactly point the finger over that. Sidney had vanished after the attacks in college, not wanting to be around the real world anymore. It had been too difficult for her to deal with any of that back then so she could understand his need to vanish. After all, it was his best friend who had been trying to kill them all off. It always hurt that much more when it was someone close to you. 

A few moments seemed to pass with her face remaining still, features most likely giving away any concerned thoughts. It would have been a face he’d seen many times back in high school, every single time another person questioned her relationship with him. ‘I don’t think you have it in you either and I’m not ashamed to admit when i was wrong.’ Breaking her own thoughts, Sidney allowed a sigh to escape her lips, ‘i was very wrong back in high school. I guess i was too caught up in my own thoughts to see that you were just being a good boyfriend. I should never have accused you, or let you go through the whole ordeal with the police. You were a victim just the rest of us and I know that now, i guess it’s better late than never.’

Sidney managed to force a smile back on her lips, she was fine saying those things to him but would never truly rid herself of the doubt. That would remain with her for life but he didn’t need to know that. ‘Just got a little house in the middle of nowhere but close to L.A. so i can still be a part of the real world again. I just prefer something secluded … which is probably insane when you think of it. A survivor going to live away from the people, you’d think I would want to always have someone nearby.’ it was a little risky but it had always seemed to suit her, ‘married though so I’m not completely alone. I have a couple kids too,’ her doubts sent alarm bells again but she didn’t show any of that. If he was a risk and wanting to know anything about her, he would be able to without her sharing it now. ‘Do you have a family now?’ that was mostly the thing that people asked when they were their age, wasn’t it? She was fairly certain he didn’t have anyone with the way his apartment looked but she asked anyway. Small talk was clearly still necessary. 

i’m not ashamed to admit when i was wrong. her comment almost makes him chuckle. you have no idea how right you were, sidney. you never will. his gaze shifts away from her and back to the news broadcast. a soft sigh slips out of his mouth, “ you were going through a lot...you don’t have to apologize to me...and i don’t see myself as a victim. ” he lifts his shoulders in a shrug with a neutral look on his features. “ i was never attacked. i’m wouldn’t take on the title even if i was. growing up i was seen as a victim of my parents divorce and my mother’s abandonment. ” his face and body tenses up and he couldn’t look over to sidney because slowly, anger grows inside of him. everything inside of him wanting to send his frame crashing into hers and do what he didn’t get the chance to do back in his teenage years---kill her.

air escapes out of his nostrils after a deep breath is inhaled. registering her last question to get his mind off of the temptation. “ uh---no, just me. it’s probably better that way. not that woman aren’t interested. ” billy states, a smirk slowly creeping back up. 

                   “  Shit ,    man – my bad .  “     He means for even bringing it up to begin with seeing as it didn’t seem like Billy’s mother even really cared about him considering her not even bothering to go see her own son in prison .     Only to go turn around and copy what they’d started – and for what ?     A son she abandoned to begin with ?     What a bitch .      But it’s not something Stu voices out loud considering Billy might take offense to it despite the clearly mixed feelings he now had for his mother .      And he didn’t want his friend lashing out at him for a little comment ,    even if she did deserve it .      A beat of silence breaks as thoughts arise .       “  Do you ever think about it ?  “      He looks around before whispering ,     “  Finishing the job .  “      It’s not a suggestion or anything of course ,     just a curiosity .

sam plays it off as annoyance, instead of the searing hurt these accusations brought,  “i’ve been gone for five years … i only came back once tara got attacked,”  she huffs; or rather, it’s meant to disguise a quivering breath.  “and  —  she’s the only one that is still alive … so everybody is using goddamn movie logic now and …”  sam crosses her arms over her chest, once again masking a self soothing gesture as outrage.  “they think it’d be the fucking perfect twist.”

she shook her head, shoulders lifting in a small shrug. “no idea. i just stepped out here and found him. all things considered, i’m hoping that no one thinks i did this.”

he’s trying  —  if that doesn’t make her roll her eyes. sam huffs loudly enough for billy to hear as she tugs her jacket on.  “i think we should keep a low profile.”  a day back in woodsboro and she has already received a less than warm welcome. strolling in arm and arm with the best friend of a convicted serial killer is not going to make things better.  “sheriff hicks is already pissed to see me here. and since tara’s friends all think i could be a goddamn killer  —  we probably shouldn’t make a scene.”

[ BILLY ]: yeah i’m with tatum and stu  [ BILLY ]: it was stu who said it … but tatum text you [ BILLY ]: she’s trying to tease you … well me and you [ BILLY ]: there’s some 80s movie thing at the theatre and we were thinking of dressing up … well, tatum wants to go as a not so nice nun or nurse.  [ BILLY ]: are you coming? don’t really wanna be a third wheel with these two horn dogs

[ SID ]: tell her to fuck off. ;)

[ SID ]: why does she have your phone?

[ SID ]: i’ll go if you want me to as long as we don’t sit near tatum and stu ;)