#screa

“So this one's your favorite, hm?” Billy wondered. The question was spoken more to himself than you.

The man ran his large hand over the handle until he reached the bottom of the blade. Then, he ran a finger over the blade softly, and just by seeing him feel that damn knife you were starting to grow wet. 

You rubbed your thighs together, searching for some kind of stimulation between your legs and Billy caught on to your desperate behavior, a smirk adorning his handsome face. The quietness between you two and your dimly lit room made the tension grow with each second that passed. 

You crawled towards the man, skirt rising above your ass, exposing the lack of underwear. When you invited Billy over, the intentions were very clear, so why bother wearing anything under your skirt?

Once your face was inches away from his, he leaned in and gave you a lingering kiss. One you elongated. Your tongues danced with each other. Moans, whimpers and groans echoed in the room as you devoured each other's lips.

Laying you down, Billy used the handle of his knife to rub your clit. He collected your slick by barely dipping the tip in your cunt and spread it all the way up your sensitive bud.

“Mm, fuck…” you moaned and spread your legs wider for him. He groaned at the sight and teased your hole with the thick handle of his weapon.

“You look so fucking good,” Billy said before slowly thrusting the smooth handle inside of you, pushing it deeper and deeper. 

You were a throbbing, wet mess for him and he needed to feel you around him. Around anything, so he pushed two fingers inside you, right next to the handle, stretching you deliciously. 

You whined at the sudden intrusion. That familiar pleasurable burn that comes with the stretch of your cunt pushes you closer to your orgasm. 

As Billy played with his knife inside your cunt and his skilled fingers, you reached between your legs and rubbed your clit, finally feeling the pleasure build inside your core. 

Billy moaned at the feel of you squeezing around his fingers, imagining how good your cunt would feel wrapped around his throbbing cock. He knew that if he fucked you it wouldn’t take long for him to cum, but he didn’t care. No. The man needed to feel you and fill you up with his seed.

Nearly screaming, you came around the handle of his knife and fingers. Not one, but two orgasms washed all over your body as he stilled, allowing you to ride out your high.

“Turn around,” Billy said after you were done, throwing the knife across the bed. 

You positioned yourself on all fours, glistening cunt on display for him. The sight alone was enough to nearly make him bust, but he couldn’t allow that to happen, so he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans quickly before burying himself inside your sensitive hole, overstimulating your velvety walls.

“Jesus, I’m not gonna last…” he whispered as he began to thrust. The sound of skin to skin contact echoed around your room and your cries of intense pleasure riled him up even more. Billy couldn’t believe how needy he got for you just by fucking you with his favorite knife. 

Your whines and moans, little gasps and shudders were so fucking hot that he couldn’t contain himself.

Nearly digging his fingers in your hips, Billy set all shameful thoughts aside and slammed his thick cock inside you a few more times before cumming inside you, filling you up so good that you had a mini orgasm from the feel of his seed spilling inside you.

Coming down from your highs, you fell on the bed next to each other, catching your breath. 

You awoke with a start, sweat drenching you from head to toe. You were on the couch, and your TV was still on. The Netflix screen “Are you still watching?” stares back at you. How long had you been out? You couldn’t tell.

The sun was long set as you begrudgingly sat up, stretching your shoulders. You glanced at the clock to see that it was nearing 10 at night. You got up, cracked your back, and padded your way to the kitchen. 

“I’ll be back later, forgot my wallet and ran to get us ice cream,” You read. Max left a note taped to your cabinet. You already planned on a movie marathon, and no movie marathon is complete without popcorn and ice cream. 

Of course, Max would remember your ritual.

You set the pan up on the stove, and threw some butter and kernels into the pan before covering it. You walked back to your living room to load up the next movie.

Halloween. Your favorite. It was your turn to pick anyway, but since Max wasn’t here either means you got to choose.

You checked your phone again as the kernels started popping, and your phone wouldn’t turn on. You could’ve sworn you still had at least 10 percent left on your battery, but oh well. You tossed your phone back onto the couch before heading back into the kitchen.

In a lull between pops, the shrill of a phone ringing caused you to jump.

Your head snapped over to the landline that you didn’t even know the number to. You didn’t even think it still worked. Last you checked, it wasn’t connected to anything, but apparently it was.

You cautiously walked up to it and picked it up, thinking it was your parents.

“Hello?” You answered in a reserved tone, still in shock that the phone even worked.

“Hello there,” The voice responded. That definitely didn’t sound like your parents or any of your friends, for that matter.

“Who’s this?”

“Soon you’ll discover.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I think you have the wrong number,” You said, confused. You started to pull the phone away from your ear just before you heard him say something that grabbed your attention.

“Oh, just a minute. You’ll be dying to hang on the line,” He said, pulling you right back in, “Tell me your name, and I’ll tell you mine.”

“I don’t think so,” You humoured him as you leaned your elbows against the kitchen table as you kept your eye on the popcorn.

“What’s that noise?”

“Popcorn,” You answered with a pip. “I’m getting ready to watch a movie.”

“Oh really?” He sounded surprised as you moved to quickly shake the pan. “What kind of movie?”

“Some scary movie,”

“Do you like scary movies?” He questioned in a flirty tone. Maybe this call wasn’t so bad. You made an agreeing noise, so he asked, “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Halloween!” You cheered as you moved the popcorn off of the heat, so it wouldn’t burn before sitting at your bay window. “You know, the one with the guy with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the babysitters. What's yours?”

“Guess.”

“Uh…” You thought for a second, “Nightmare on Elm Street?”

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?” 

“Duh, Freddy Krueger!”

“Freddy! That's right. I liked that movie,” He answered, “It was scary.”

“The first one was, but the rest sucked,” You chuckled, looking out into the woods surrounding your house as the wind brushed against the leaves. 

“So, you gotta boyfriend?” “Why? You tryna ask me out? You giggled as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Maybe,” He said simply, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Unfortunately, I do, phone man,” You replied in mock disappointment.

“You know, you never told me your name.” He switched up the topics.

“Why do you want to know my name?” You chuckled again as you rested your head in your palm.

“I wanna know who I’m looking at.”

“What did you say?” You shot up, blood running ice cold as you blankly looked out the window.

“I want to know who I’m talking to…” He trailed off with a chuckle.

“That’s not what you said,” You muttered, backing away from the window, pulling the curtain closed.

“What did you think I said?” He asked in fake concern. You could hear it now.

“I gotta go.”

“Don’t hang up on me-” You didn’t listen to the rest as you hung up immediately, and ran around the house, making sure all of the doors and windows were locked and covered.

The phone rings again.

“Listen, asshole-”

“No, you listen, you little bitch!” He shouted over the line, “If you hang up on me again, I’ll gut you like a fish. Understand?”

“Is this some kind of joke?”

“More of a game, really,” He teased.

“What do you want?” “I wanna see what your insides look like.” Immediately, you hung up the phone.

Then, your doorbell rang. 

“Who’s there?!” You shouted, eyeing the door as your breaths came out heavy and fast. You muttered a quick, “fuck this” to yourself before dialling the police. 

Before you could press call, another call comes in.

“Don’t you know not to ask those questions?” He yelled back over the line. “Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish.”

“Enough is enough, you’ve had your fun,” You seethed as you grabbed a kitchen knife before slowly walking towards your front door. “I’m not afraid of you. You better leave me alone or else.”

“Ooo, or else what?” He teased again, causing you to scrunch your nose in disgust. 

“Or else my boyfriend is gonna be pissed when I tell him!” You shouted, hoping it would make him go away. “He’s gonna be here any minute, and your ass better be gone by the time he gets here!”

“I’m so scared,” He said sarcastically. “I’m quacking in my boots.”

“You better be because he’s big and scary, and he will totally beat the shit out of you!” You yelled through tears, probably not sounding at all convincing. The man on the other side didn’t respond, but you could still hear his breathing. “What, cat got your tongue now, jackass? Leave me alone!”

You hung up the phone again, but dialled Max immediately instead. It took him a couple of rings to answer.

“Max? Tell me you’re almost here,” You sighed out as your breath continued to come out strained.

“I’m in your driveway,” Max answered, and now that he said that, you heard a car turning off in your driveway. “I just got here, and I’m heading in.”

“Be careful, please,” You pressed as you stood right by the door and slowly, with shaking hands, unlatched the chain. You let out a shaky breath as you looked through the peephole and watched Max approach the door, a bag in hand. You open the door hastily, grabbing Max's forearm and yanking him into the house before relatching the chain on the door. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

“Did I miss something?”  Max asked as you tightly wrap your arms around his waist and hid your face in his chest. “I'm not complaining, but you’re normally not this latched when I come over. It’s the ice cream, isn’t it?”

“Just some dickhead who thought he could scare me, that's all," You explained, “but you're here now and that's what matters.”

The next day, you went to school, wanting to put the previous night behind you, but the entire grounds were swarmed with police and news crews. You passed by a few policemen who were standing guard when you spotted the first reporter, Charles Leclerc. 

“The small town of Woodsboro, North Carolina, was devastated last night when two young teenagers were found brutally butchered. Authorities have yet to issue a statement, but our sources tell us that no arrest has been made and the murderer could strike again.” Charles said while flashing a fake, flashy smile at the camera.

You moved around him, disturbed when you were tapped from behind on the shoulder.

“Do you believe this shit?” Lily chuckled as she bumped her shoulder against yours. You looked confused between her and Charles, wordlessly asking her to continue. “Oh God! You don’t know? Casey Becker and Steve Forrest were killed last night.”

“No way,” You gasped.

“And not just killed,” Lily dragged out, “We’re talking splatter movie killed! Split open end to end!”

“Casey Becker?” You asked. “She sits next to me in maths.”

“Ha, not anymore,” Lily joked, “Her parents found her hanging from a tree. Her insides were on the outside if you know what I’m saying.”

It was like someone dropped cold water on your head. This wasn’t a coincidence.

“I wanna see what your insides look like.”

What if you were meant to be the one killed? If Max had not shown up when he did, maybe you would have been the one up a tree with your insides out.

“I...uh...I need to go to class,” You stuttered out, grasping your books tighter against your chest, “I’ll see you at lunch.”

Lunch came quicker than you were expecting. Some students were called in to be questioned by Sheriff Vettel and Deputy Bearman, but you weren’t one of them.

“Hunt? Why would they ask if you like to hunt?” Lily leaned back in Oscar’s arms to ask him as you walked up to your normal table with your lunch. Most of your friends were already there, including Max who made a spot right next to him for you by pushing Lando almost completely off the bench.

“Ouch, rude,” Lando complained as he brushed off his pants and moved to the other side of the bench.

“That was pretty funny,” Oscar chuckled, pointing at Lando. “And I don't know, they just did.”

“It was probably because their bodies were gutted,” Lando commented, dropping his head as he shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. You involuntarily felt yourself flinch at the shocking reminder as you sat next to Max. Immediately sensing the tension, Max put his arm around your shoulder and gently pulled you closer to him.

“Thanks, Lando,” Max said, leaving no room to continue that conversation.

“Wait, how do you even gut someone like that?” You muttered, not really expecting the rest of the group to hear you.

“You take a knife and slit from the groin to the sturnum,” Oscar explains while gesturing with his hands. “It was clearly a man because there’s no way a girl could have done that.”

“That’s so sexist of you,” Lily snapped, “The killer could easily be female.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” Oscar chuckled lowly, “Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. No offense to any females, but it takes a man to do something like that.”

“Ok, I regret asking anything,” You said, quickly cutting off the rest of the conversation. 

Later that night, you knew you couldn’t stay in your house. Your dad was away on business for the weekend, and the big house was too echo-y for your liking. Thankfully, Lily offered to come pick you up after practice. 

You were laying on the couch, taking a break from the literature essay you were working on. You had already packed a bag and had it sitting in the foyer, ready to grab and go. You thought it would be fine to take a small nap.

You awoke with a start as you looked around the room. Again, your phone was dead, but the landline was ringing.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Lily’s voice came through, causing you to squint a bit to see what time it was. 7:15 PM. “Practice ran long. I’m on my way now.”

“It’s past seven,” You grumbled, rubbing at your eyes.

“Don’t worry! Casey and Steve didn’t bite the dust until like nine or something.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Oh well,” Lily’s cheery voice piped, “Anyways, I was gonna stop by your favorite restaurant and get us something. Then, when we get to my house, we can watch Tom Cruise in All The Right Moves. You know, if you pause it just right, you can see his penis.”

“Cool,” You scoffed with a small smile, “Just hurry up.”

“Impatient much?” Lily joked, “Does Max not put out? I wouldn’t have expected that.”

“Goodbye, Lily,” You dragged out, avoiding her question. She made a disappointed noise, but you hung up before she could actually say anything. Immediately, the phone rings again. You chuckled to yourself before answering, “Lily, I’m not answering that question.”

“Hello,” The voice from before responded with your name.

“Hey, asshole,” You replied noncelantly, knowing for certain that every door, every window, every possible entrance to your house was already locked down.

“Scary night, isn’t it? With the murders and all,” He said, dropping his voice. “Are you alone in the house?”

“Wow, trying to give yourself credit,” You replied in fake interest, “So humble. Honestly, come up with something original. Who even are you?”

“I think the right question is where am I,” He corrected.

“You’re on my front porch, aren’t you,” You said sarcastically, looking out the window and seeing your entire porch. Shocker, no one was there. “Again, where’s the originality?”

“Just ask the damn question!” He screamed into the phone.

“Where are you?” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“In your closet.”

“False, I was just in there and I know for a fact you have not gotten into my house or into my closet in the last 10 minutes,” You shouted back with a smile before jumping up. “I’ll call your bluff.” You run into your room and open your closet door. Sure enough, no one was there. “Good try, but you’re not scaring me tonight.”

You hung up the phone and turned to walk out of your room and back to the living room. Just as you’re about to leave the room, a figure jumps out of the hall closet. 

You scream and jump backwards as it rushes toward you, ramming into your side. The landline falls to the ground as the figure gets on top of you after you tripped trying to back up. You look up to see the figure’s face, but it’s a white, ghostly mask instead, and they are covered in a black cloak. You almost freeze completely when your eyes caught sight of a silver blade in his hands, causing you to kick your legs up spastically. One of them comes into contact between his legs, making him topple over to the side. 

You use that time to roll away into your room, locking the door behind you. You pushed your dresser to block the door from opening as the figure pounded against the door. He was even throwing himself against it. The figure got the door open slightly, just enough so you could see his face and the knife, but the dresser kept it from opening any further.

You looked around your room for anything to call the police with, not find anything. Then, you remembered something your parents taught you. You loaded up your old desktop that you had been meaning to get rid of but never had the time to, and opened the 9-1-1 fax send. The figure behind you began using the knife to try and cut at the dresser as you looked back at the screen.

“Help Killer, 1220 Craven Lane,” You typed out. As soon as you hit send, the banging stopped. The figure is gone, and the only sound is your own rapid breathing.

The police responded by saying they were en route, as you heard a noise at your window. You started screaming again until your eyes landed on Max, sitting at the ledge, looking concerned and trying to open your locked window.

“Oh God, Max!” You shouted, running over to open the window for him. You didn’t even wait for him to climb in before you were learning out the window, hugging him and letting your emotions out. “He was here, Max. The killer was here.”

“The killer? The one from the news?” Max asked, curious as he moved into your room, still keeping his arms tightly around you as he ran a hand up and down your back.

“He called me last night too,” You admitted lowly, pulling away from his shoulder, wiping at your nose for a second. “I don’t know if it was before or after Casey and Steve, but he called me. He called me, said he was outside, and then you showed up. I think he was scared of you. Maybe you showing up tonight also scared him away.”

“I told you, I’d always protect you,” Max comforted as he kissed the crown of your head. “Here, I’ll take you to Lily’s house.”

~~

The next day, the school was shut down. People were accusing others left and right. There was a curfew for sundown. Then, there was a plan for a party at Oscar’s house since his parents were out of town, and no one wanted to be alone. Or maybe you were all just a group of teenagers looking for any excuse to get drunk. Who knows?

You and Lily walked through the door slightly late with bags of snacks and drinks. The party had already started, and the living room was crowded with random people you could barely remember the names of. As soon as the two of you walked into the room, everyone erupted into cheers and a couple took the bags from you. 

“Catering’s here,” Lily joked, handing the bags off. You two walked into the kitchen to find a group of guys, including Max and Lando, surrounding another guy, Oscar, who was drinking beer through a funnel. “That’s mature.”

“Where have you guys been? We had to get started without you!” Oscar shouted, shaking his head as he was already mildly drunk.

“We’re gonna have a movie night!” Lando cheered from behind them. “I’ve already got one loaded up.”

“Great, Lily, get me a beer, would ya?” Oscar asked, batting his eyes at his girlfriend. “There’s a fridge in the garage that has beer and your favorite drinks too.”

“Do I look like a beer wench to you?” Lily snapped, glaring at him.

“Oh, and there’s someone upstairs for you,” Oscar ignored Lily, directing the statement at you. “Says he just wants to talk.”

You grumbled a bit under your breath, stomping over to the stairs while Lily went to the garage. Once you reached the top, you saw Max standing there with his arms open for you. 

“You guys can go up to my parents' room,” Oscar shouts from the bottom as soon as you reached Max’s arms. Oscar wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you as he teased, “You can talk or…whatever.”

“Subtlety, Oscar,” Max scolded, already turning you around and pushing you towards Oscar’s parents’ room, “Look it up!”

As soon as you made it to a room (you actually realized it was a random guest room rather than his parents’ room), you immediately locked the door behind you and pushed Max against the bed.

“What are you doing?” Max asked skeptically, eying you wearily. “I thought we were just talking.”

“Let’s blow off some steam,” You replied seductively as you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him. You leaned in and kissed him long and hard. “You think I could be a Meg Ryan movie?”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Max whispered against your neck, “We don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to be a good porno, y’know?” That made Max freeze and pull away slowly, looking up into your eyes. You stare back down at him. Your eyes dark with desire, something Max hadn’t seen yet.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah…I think so.”

~~

Afterward, in your post-sex awkwardness, you were both quietly redressing, talking nonsense, and avoiding the topic of what just happened. 

You turned around laughing at something Max said when your breath got caught in your throat as you saw the figure again, standing out on the balcony. “Max!” You shouted, pointing behind him as the figure broke through the glass door.

Max is barely able to turn around before the long blade rises high above his head and comes down on his chest with force. Blood sprays up in the air, and blood splatters across your face as the knife is plunged in and out of Max’s chest until Max just collapses on the floor, lifeless.

You couldn’t scream, couldn’t cry, couldn’t move, couldn’t anything. You slowly moved your head up from Max’s still body to see the figure stalking toward you, and that’s when you made a break for it.

You jump over the bed, throw the door open before running down the hallway and down the stairs. No one is in the living room now as you shout for anyone. You run through the kitchen and decide to run into the garage. Worse case scenario, you could run outside.

You get into the garage, locking the door behind you. You quickly pat down your pockets, feeling for your phone. For once, you actually had a decent perfect on your battery life, so you knew you could use that once you were certain you would be safe to call. 

You were just about to call the police when the banging returned from the garage door connected to the house. You turned on the light in the garage and opened the door. The door makes a weird noise, but you're still focused on the door connected to the house where you’re certain the figure is still banging. You backed up, thinking the door would be fully opened at this point, only to hit the back of your head on the half-opened door. You grabbed the back of your head as you looked up, and what you saw made you let out a blood curdling scream.

“Lily!” You screamed as tears flowed nonstop down your face, watching helplessly as your best friend dangled from the garage door. Half of her body was out, and the other half was stuck inside since she went through the pet door. Her neck was also hanging at a weird angle, and by that alone, you knew she was dead.

You found Max’s car down the drive and made a run for it. You needed the cops here, and you needed them now. You still had a spare key to it, so you unlocked it, jumped in, locked it and dialed the police.

“Help! Please, I’m at Oscar Piastri’s house on Turner lane,” You shouted into the phone, “Please, he’s gonna kill me!”

While ranting to the police, you don’t notice Ghostface behind you until he grabs hold of your neck and pulls you against the seat. You spun around, wildly throwing punches and kicks.

Anything to get away.

You reach for the door, throwing yourself out and onto the ground. You dragged yourself away before looking over your shoulder to see Ghostface completely gone. Nowhere to be seen.

You push yourself up and limp your way up the stairs of Oscar’s house. At the front door laid Charles’s dead body. You reach for his holster and grab his gun as someone called your name from behind you.

You quickly spun around, holding the gun out in front of you, when Lando came into view.

“Jesus, way to take a gun,” Lando attempted to joke, but it fell flat. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Don’t come any closer,” You seethed, not sure who you could trust anymore.

“Listen to me,” Lando said slowly as he held his hands up, “I found Lily. She’s dead, she’s been killed…I think Oscar did it.”

“Don’t believe him!” Another voice shouted from behind you. You spun around to see Oscar moving closer to you. “He’s lying! He killed Lily! And Max. I saw it.”

“Stay away from me.” You tried to stay composed, but your voice wavered.

“His movie nut mind has snapped! He’s gone psycho,” Oscar defended.

“Don’t listen to him! It’s him! He’s the one!” Lando objected, not believing a single word Oscar was saying.

“Fuck you both,” You shouted before running into the house and slamming the door shut.

“No! He’s gonna kill me! Please, open the door! He’s gone mad!” Lando shouted through the door as his fists pounded against the door. You stumbled backwards before turning to try and find your phone in the living room. Just as you reach for it, it rings, causing you to jump and fumble with the device momentarily before answering it.

“Please, help me!” You shouted into the line, and you’re met with chuckles on the other side.

“Are you having fun yet?” That same fucking voice.

“No!” You screamed, hanging up and dropping the phone to the ground. You walked back over to the door, listening to Lando’s screams, and you thought for a second whether or not to unlock it for him when you heard something from upstairs. You spun around, pointing the gun up the stairwell, and you see a bloodied Max leaning against the banister.

“Oh god, Max!” You set the gun on a bookshelf before meeting him halfway, before he collapsed in your arms. “I thought you were dead..”

“I’m alright, but we gotta get help,” Max said as he pushed on the rest of the way down the stairs and straight to the door where Lando was still banging from the other side.

“No! He’s out there!” You shouted, putting yourself between Max and the door.

“Please! You have to let me in!” Lando continued to scream from outside as his knocks became more frantic. “He’s gonna kill me!”

“Don’t believe him,” You whispered, knowing Lando was listening in from teh other side.

“It’s okay, I’ll protect you,” Max said as he put his hands on your shoulders. “Do you have a weapon or something?”

“I have a gun.”

“Okay, give me the gun.”

You walked over to the bookshelf again and grabbed the gun. You quickly handed it over and stood behind Max as he opened the door. Lando rushed through, grabbing Max.

“Help me,” Lando cried.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Max comforted, holding the gun behind his back so as to not scare Lando anymore.

“No, you don’t understand,” Lando stuttered, shaking his head back and forth, “Oscar’s flipped out! He’s gone mad!”

“‘We all go a little mad sometimes’,” Max whispered with a small smile. Lando squinted at him before Max stepped back, pointing the gun at him. Max quickly pulled the trigger, sending Lando to the ground as you screamed. Max leaned over Lando’s still body and added, “Anthony Perkins. Psycho.”

You watched in horror as Max stood up slowly and turned to you. You met his eyes as your breath came out faster and heavier than before. He tilted his head slightly before flicking his tongue out to lick some of the blood off his lips that had started to dry.

“Corn Syrup,” He said with a smirk. “Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in Carrie.”

“You’re sick,” You muttered, taking a step back towards the kitchen. Max lunged forward in a fake-out, causing you to jump back again, but this time, you hit something, someone, behind you as their arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Ah! Oscar, please help me,” You cried once you noticed who it was. Oscar loosened his arms around you but still stared at you with wide eyes and a subtle smile. Then, he lifted his hand that held a small box.

“Surprise,” He whispered into the box, and everything clicked. “It’s more of a game, really.”

You stood between them, your eyes bouncing between the two of them before it kicked. When it finally did, you tried to make a run for it, only for Max to block the only kitchen exit. From behind you, Oscar tosses the voice box to Max, who holds it over his mouth as he lowers his eyes at you.

“Where ya going? It’s not over yet,” He teased in that distorted voice. “It’s all part of the game.”

“Fuck you,” You seethed.

“We already played that game,” Max said in a lighter tone, “You lost, remember?”

“And because you’re no longer a virgin, it means you have to die!” Oscar mocked, going over to the kitchen counter and grabbing a large knife. He walked back over to you and Max, twirling the blade around. “We’re gonna play one last game. It’s easy, really.”

“We’ll ask you a question,” Max started, “and if you get it wrong, you die!”

“And!” Oscar interrupted, “If you get it right, you still die!”

“You’re sick. Both of you,” You spat between the two of them.

“The official term is ‘psychotic’ actually,” Oscar corrected as he held a knife out towards your neck.

“You won’t get away with this,” You said through gritted teeth. “If you’re gonna kill me, at least tell me why.”

“You want a motive?” Max chuckled lowly as he walked around the kitchen. “I don’t really believe in motives. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?”

“Nope,” Oscar cheered, walking around you while still holding the knife near your neck.

“Did they ever explain why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people?”

“I don’t think so,” Oscar said in a peppy tone.

“You see,” Max said as he got up close to your face, fanning his breath against your lips, “it’s so much scarier when there’s no motive, huh. I think it’s time we get to the main show, don’t you agree?”

You trembled as you watched Max and Oscar make eye contact before smirking. Then they caged you between them and the countertop. 

Oscar held the knife against your neck again. This time, he actually pressed down, and you could feel your skin splitting and heating up as blood started spilling from the side of your neck. 

Your breathing picked up as you looked at Max. Those blue eyes you used to get lost in for hours. Those same blue eyes that used to comfort you whenever you were anxious. Now, they were unrecognizable. You didn’t know who you were looking at anymore.

You took one last breath as you watched Max lift the gun and point it directly at your face. You stared down the barrel of the gun and waited for the inevitable. 

You awoke with a start, sweat drenching you from head to toe. You were on the couch, and your TV was still on. The Netflix screen “Are you still watching?” stares back at you. How long had you been out? You couldn’t tell.

The sun was long set as you begrudgingly sat up, stretching your shoulders. You glanced at the clock to see that it was nearing 10 at night. You got up, cracked your back, and padded your way to the kitchen. 

“I’ll be back later, forgot my wallet and ran to get us ice cream,” You read. Max left a note taped to your cabinet. You already planned on a movie marathon, and no movie marathon is complete without popcorn and ice cream. 

Of course, Max would remember your ritual.

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