#scream 7

one evening, after finishing an english homework assignment in your dorm, your phone buzzes on cue. you smile, glad to be out of your academic bumble.

chad

hey, come over?

my roommate is out, it'll just be you and me.

your lips curve into a smirk with heat pooling low in your belly at the thought. you type back quickly, almost too quick.

y/n

on my way :D

during sports psych, your eyes always drifted to chad's hands as he wrote down notes from the table in-front of you sometimes. right now, you can imagine those big hands on you, knowing the way he makes you feel so safe and wanted.

you grab your black jacket with your heart racing as you head across campus to their own off-campus apartment away from yours, with the cool night air doing nothing to dampen the anticipation building inside you.

twenty minutes later when you knock, chad opens the door with a happy and familiar grin, with his broad shoulders filling the frame.

he's wearing a simple black t-shirt that clings to his chest, with jeans slung low on his hips. you're wearing a black jacket, with black foldover leggings, a typical outfit.

"hey, you," he says, pulling you inside with a soft kiss on your cheek.

the apartment smells like fresh coffee and his cologne, comforting and inviting as you follow him into the living room, where the brown couch sits against the wall, plush and worn from countless lazy nights from him and his roommate.

"hey, chad. how are you?" you ask, sitting down on his couch as he flops right beside you, so close to where your thigh is touching his.

"oh i'm wonderful! how about you? what'd you do today?" he asks, one hand moving to rub up and down your upper thigh, the other is stretched on the back of his couch.

you break a smile, "oh nothing much, I had my communications lecture, then I got all of my homework done before the 11:59 due date.

"you got all of your homework done?" chad hypes, "good girl," he murmurs after.

somewhere underneath the hype and happiness of his voice, there was a hidden note that you did not notice. this was a set up, and chad was nearly excited for what was going to happen next.

you nod, settling onto the couch, but before you can lean in for more from chad, a door creaks open down the hall.

ethan steps out, his dark eyes locking onto you like a predator spotting prey.

at first, your eyes didn't notice the familiar guy, just the fact that he's shirtless, with grey sweatpants hanging loose and his lean muscles flexing as he crosses his arms.

once you notice the arms, your eyes go wide.

"surprise!," ethan drawls, a smirk twisting his lips as he notices the shock plastered on your face. your stomach drops, with that shock freezing you in place. how—? they're roommates?

the realization hits like ice water poured over the head with your body still frozen as you stare between them.

"what the hell?" you blurt, voice pitching higher than intended, "you two… you know each other? how—?"

chad chuckles softly, sitting beside you on the couch, his hand resting possessively on your thigh.

"oh, sweetheart, we've been roommates for a year so far. close friends, too. you really thought you could play us like that? talking to both of us behind the other's back?" the footballer player's tone is gentle, almost pitying, but there's a condescending lilt in that voice which makes you squirm.

ethan saunters over, towering above you as he leans against the arm of the brown couch, caging you in-between the two men.

"naughty girl, aren't you? you've been fucking me for months and turns out after showing my good roommate here a picture of you, I find out that you've been trying to get into his pants too.." ethan laughs before continuing, "you thought you could have it all without consequences, huh?"

the white guy's words have a bite, almost forced anger, but there's a hint of amusement that softens the meanness making it feel like playful scolding rather than outright cruelty.

you open your mouth to protest with your cheekbones burning with humiliation, but chad's fingers tighten on your leg, silencing you.

"shh, no excuses... we know everything down to your flirty texts, the late-night calls, and how you invited ethan to your apartment multiple times already... you're ours now, y/n." he claims.

you look to your right, at ethan who looks at chad with a smirk, "is it time to teach our girl a lesson?"

"yep... time for a lesson." chad mocks with a sweet poison that makes your pulse thunder.

ethan grabs your chin at that moment, forcing you to meet his bright brown eyes from above, "you're going to learn not to mess around with us. get on your knees, now, show us how sorry you are." the econ major's grip is firm, a little rough and you whimper as you slide off the couch onto the carpet, with your knees hitting the soft dark green rug as they both stand over you, pulling down their pants in unison.

chad's cock springs free first, so heavy, dark and veined and already half-hard with the excitement from this exposure of you. he strokes it lazily, thumbing the tip as he looks down at you with that infuriatingly kind smile. "that's it, baby.... open up for me. you know you want to make it right." his voice is coaxing and condescending like he's praising a petulant child, rather than a girl who got caught talking to his roommate.

you part your lips, tongue darting out to lick the underside of chad's shaft for the first time, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum at the head. ethan watches, his own erection straining against his hand as he pumps it slowly. "look at her, chad. our eager little thing already drooling for it.... shit, I bet she's been dreaming about getting caught like this." ethan scoffs, but his eyes are gleaming with hunger rather than pure disdain.

after ethan's words as he stands behind your head, you take chad deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you suck and bob your head with practiced rhythm. the footballer's hand tangles in your hair, guiding you gently, "good girl, just like that... fuck you have such a pretty mouth, was it made for this?" the praise washes over you, urging you to please him more.

you gag softly as he hits the back of your throat with tears pricking your eyes, but you don't stop, swirling your tongue around the girth which nearly touches the top wrinkle of his heavy balls.

ethan kneels behind you on the carpet, yanking your leggings down over your ass and thighs, "spread those legs. let's see how wet you are from all this." the man's fingers hook into your black panties, pulling them down with a firm tug.

right away cool air hits your exposed pussy, and you moan around chad's cock, the vibration making him groan as ethan's big right hand lands a sharp slap against your ass, the sting echoing in the room.

"damn, you're soaked... fuck chad she's dripping!! what a greedy girl—getting turned on by your own mess-up."

chad thrusts shallowly into your mouth, his free hand cupping your cheek, "aw, don't be too hard on her, ethan. she's learning. aren't you, sweetheart? sucking me so nicely while he touches that pretty ass." you nod as best you can, saliva trailing down your chin as your body arches into ethan's touch despite the burn.

the guy behind you doesn't give you time to recover with two fingers plunging into your slick folds without warning. you cry out, the sound muffled by chad's length, but ethan curls them ruthlessly, hitting that spongy spot on the side that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

"not so fast, don't go squeezing and cumming yet... this is about us setting things straight, not your fun." ethan's thumb circles your clit teasingly, building the pressure but pulling away each time you get over the edge.

frustration builds, and chad can tell from the way that your eyebrows flare and your jaw tenses. your hips start bucking involuntarily, but chad holds your head steady with his cock in your throat, "patience, baby. focus on me. make me feel good, and maybe we'll let you have a taste of finishing later." you redouble your efforts, deepthroating him with sloppy, wet sounds filling the room.

chad's breaths come faster, with his hips snapping forward as he praises you through gritted teeth, "fuck, yes! such a good little cocksucker. taking it all for me.... man, she is so obedient, you're luck you've already fucked her before."

ethan nods, looking up at chad with a smirk before he adds a third finger in your pussy, stretching you wide as his other hand delivering another firm spank that leaves your skin tingling, "she's obedient? ha... she's a needy thing who needs to be reminded of her place. look at her clench around my fingers... y/n is begging without saying a word."

he pumps harder, denying your climax again as your body trembles with unmet need. tears stream down your face, mixing with the mess on your chin from chad's cock, but the humiliation only heightens the ache between your legs which makes you drip all over ethan's hand.

finally, chad pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, with his cock glistening, "enough enough enough, get up on the couch, y/n."

they guide you onto the brown cushions, positioning you on all fours facing chad again, the same position from on the ground. your knees sink into the soft fabric, ass raised toward ethan like an invitation as chad settles back against the armrest, his erection bobbing as he strokes it, "okay... keep going, sweetheart. suck me while he takes care of you from behind. show us you can handle both."

you lean forward, taking him back into your mouth with a hungry moan, your lips sealing around his shaft as you bob eagerly. ethan grips your hips, lining himself up with your dripping entrance.

lube isn't needed since you're slick enough from his earlier finger fucking. ethan pushes in slowly, the stretch making you gasp around chad's cock, "that's it, take me nice and deep. you wanted both of us? now you get it,." his voice is gruff, a touch mean in the way he holds you still.

thankfully, there's an undercurrent of encouragement, like he's enjoying the control without being vicious.

ethan starts thrusting, with backshots that rock your body forward, forcing you deeper onto chad with each snap of his hips. the couch creaks under the motion as your hands brace on chad's thighs as you suck him off, with your tongue working the underside while ethan pounds into your soaked pussy from behind.

chad's hand threads through your hair, guiding your pace, "breathe through it, baby. you're doing amazing... taking my cock in your mouth while he fucks you. such a good girl for us."

the dual sensations overwhelm you. you've never known how much you needed this until now.

ethan's relentless drive hitting deep inside, grinding against your walls. "fuck, she's gripping me so tight," ethan groans, with his fingers digging into your hips as he picks up speed.

the guy leans down eventually, with his lips lingering against your earlobe and his curls nearly hit chad's hipbone, "you're such a greedy and naughty girl, clenching like that. you love being in the middle, don't you? you're just our little shared plaything, right?"

you moan around chad, with the vibration drawing a hiss from him. chad cups your face as ethan moves back up, with his thumb brushing your stretched lips, "i know it feels intense, sweetheart, but hold back... no cumming until we allow it. prove you're sorry by pleasing us first." the words make you whimper, with your body trembling as ethan's thrusts push you closer and closer to the edge.

soon, ethan reaches around and his big fingers finding your clit and rubbing in firm circles, but he stops just as the coil tightens too much.

"not yet. you don't get to finish until we've had ours. keep sucking chad like the eager thing you are." the denial burns as your hips grind back against eth desperately, but he controls the rhythm and pulls out almost fully before slamming back in, each backshot jolting you forward onto chad's cock, your nose digging in his pubes.

sweat slicks your skin, and the room is filled with your muffled cries and skin slapping skin. chad's breaths grow ragged, with his hips bucking up into your mouth, "almost there, baby. swallow it all... be a good girl and take my cum." you hollow your cheeks, sucking harder, and he comes with a low groan, with hot spurts flooding your throat.

you swallow greedily, milking his balls dry as tears of effort streak your cheeks.

ethan doesn't let up, his pace turning erratic as he chases his release, "fuck.. 'm, fuck! gonna fill you up back here too. take it, all of it." he buries himself deep, pulsing inside you as his cum starts spilling hot on your gummy walls.

the sensation nearly tips you over, but he pinches your hip sharply, yanking you back from the brink.

"no, hold it. the lesson's not over."

you collapse forward onto chad's lap, panting as your body quivers. ethan pulls out slowly, a trickle of his release leaking down your thigh and he starts to rub your ass soothingly this time, the meanness fading into something almost affectionate.

"see? that's what happens when you play games.... but you're ours now, there is no more secrets and you get to have what you wanted."

chad strokes your hair, pulling you up to rest against his chest on the couch, "that's right, sweetheart.... behave, and we'll make it worth it next time."

you nod weakly, nestled between them, as you feel ethan's hand massage the sting on your asscheek.

there was no more juggling... you belonged to chad and ethan completely.

He watched from afar. He'd been waiting for this for so long. He wasn't stupid about it, no. He'd waited far too long for this moment and it was going to go his way. He'd gathered his own little cult. Weirdos, psychos, stupid teens, and just overly bad people who seemingly believed him to be some sort of higher entity… stupid. But in a way, he was. Stu Macher. One of the two original Ghostface killers. An insane, absolutely psychotic, man that was fucked up in the head, living in the shadows, hungry for blood and revenge. He had, in fact, survived what had happened to him all those years ago. His face was completely scarred all over but he still had those eyes, those utterly deranged and disturbing eyes to rival horror movie demons.

How did he do it exactly…? How did he survive? Perhaps Roman had been involved in his survival before his own untimely death? Perhaps his mystery older sister had been involved in getting him out and away? Someone replaced his body for another? Someone took him to a hospital in another town where he'd be unrecognizable, especially due to the scarring? A decoy...? Well, it was all irrelevant now thirty years later, and the eerie, unsolved mystery of what seemed to be the literal immortality of Stu Macher only added layers to him that just made him appear even more like a higher, entity that was a manifestation of evil.

Now, after creating a foolproof plan, his chance finally arrived. He was going to kill Sidney, he was going to kill her husband, he was going to kill her daughter, who was currently the same age he was when this all began, and anyone else that got in the way. He'd already burned the old Macher house to the ground, all while having a bit of fun with some victims inside, as it should be. How he'd planned it to be. And if anyone managed to get to him somehow, he was also prepared for that. He had people, he was prepared. Thirty fucking years led to many things for him. He was utterly ready for anything. Anything at all.

Then, you happened. YOU were not part of the plan. YOU were a pain, an obstacle. A rock in an otherwise smooth road. A random person that was now a part of Sidney Prescott's life, therefore you were also supposed to be a victim. He should’ve found the concept of killing you easy and get it over with, but... he found that after he tracked you down and watched you follow your daily routine to make killing you simpler, that he'd grown a filthy, perverted, little obsession towards you. You were like a stupid, innocent little animal, oh, it was so alluring!!! He didn't wanna KILL YOU!! Now he just wanted to keep you to himself. You were just starting out in life, doing all these stupid things, going through every day, trying to improve and thinking everything would be okay, and he just couldn't get enough of it. You were so fucking stupid. It’d been the most entertaining thing since 1996. As his revenge plans got set into motion, his perverted obsession with you grew too, creating a new plan, a special task just for him.

- You were working in The Little Latte Coffee Co with Sidney Prescott herself, or, Sidney Evans, you should say. You never would have thought you'd have such a great bond with a woman that'd been through so much and had such a drastic age gap with you. Yet, here you were. In fact, she had liked you so much, she'd given you the job almost instantly. You were pretty much just starting off your life, no idea where it'd go, really. Having a stable job was the main thing right now. And if you were being honest with yourself, you actually liked the job. It was peaceful, calming, and flexible. Sidney mentioned to you that she'd been struggling with her teenage daughter, Tatum. All you could do was tell her that it'd all work itself out, it was just during the teenage years, because that was really all you could say. Having children seemed stressful, and you couldn’t relate, so you really couldn't give her more advice than that. She nodded and sighed.

Then the killings began.

Tatum's friends had been killed brutally, slit throats, gutted organs... her school was only a few blocks away from where you lived. When you'd heard the news, goosebumps filled your arms and you were suddenly consumed with the urge to dispel any and all fluids from your body as you rushed to the bathroom of the coffee shop, hands clammy, shaky, and sweaty, and you swear you felt dizzy. You spoke to Sidney and she told you she was scared, she also told you to be careful. You rushed back home every single day after work, in fear of your life. It'd been a rough week and you were terrified. Apparently, Sidney had been attacked in her home just yesterday, and was now going out and about with Gale Weathers, trying to find information about the seemingly random man that attacked her family. They had suspicions that he had connections to someone else, potentially Stu Macher, but it felt too far fetched, their main theory was that someone had used an AI deepfake to make FaceTime calls to Sidney. They were on the hunt for that person, or any clues, anything, really.

In the past, the killings usually involved people that Sidney knew dying in horrific ways. You knew this because she'd told you that before. You were almost regretting getting close to her in the first place... You locked the doors of your shitty apartment and closed all the curtains, yet you still felt watched as you drifted off to a restless sleep every night, sometimes waking up for seemingly no reason. One night, you were half-mindedly eating some reheated pasta while watching the news. Apparently, there were theories that many "Ghostfaces" were involved now in a sort of cult… coming straight to your town. You nearly puked but managed to hold it in... until your phone rang. You glanced over at it and all color drained from your face when it said Unknown Caller. You let it hang itself up and stared at the phone with eyes so wide, they'd look creepy from a third person point of view. Then it rang again.

Fuck. You thought.

You picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello." A deep, gravelly voice spoke. It was the "Ghostface" voice. You've heard a recreation of it in the Stab movies. Your lower lip trembled dreadfully, praying to God it was just a prank.

"What... do you want?" You wondered, trying to sound as if this were a normal, casual phone call.

"I just wanna talk to youuu... you're sooo fascinating to me." He responded in a growly voice. He almost sounded almost... flirty?

"What do you wanna talk about…?" You asked, biting your shaking lower lip. He paused for a bit, then spoke in a taunting tone.

"How about life. Interests? Favorite foods? Tell me, Y/N... how does that pasta taste?" He said and you felt so ill and hopeless as you realized this wasn’t a prank. He was watching you. You wanted to explode.

"Who are you?" You asked darkly.

"That's a silly question to ask. You know I'm not gonna tell you..." The man said and you threw your head back with a wince. I'm so fucked, you thought as you looked at your ceiling mindlessly.

"What do you want from me? What did I do?" You wondered, voice coming out shaky.

"Oh, nothing... You didn't do anything. That's the interesting part..." He mumbled quickly, seemingly mostly to himself, and you wondered what the hell he was going on about.

"Tell me... do you like scary movies?" He finally added when you went silent. He continued on when you didn’t respond to him. “I really like The Collector. 1965. Do you know what it’s about, Y/N…?” He said in a menacing, teasing, nearly excited-sounding whisper. You were beginning to panic.

"Please leave me alone." You said weakly, trying to think of what to do, phone nearly falling from your shaky, sweaty grasp. You'd probably have to leave town, right? You needed to go. Your thoughts, however, were interrupted as he responded to your plea.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, you see… I've grown... a little… obsessed with you." He said and before you could register it or respond he hung up. He hung up so suddenly, he didn't even give you a second to begin thinking about packing your stuff before your door began rattling madly as someone pounded the hell out of it, making your heart feel as if it was jumping out of your fucking chest. Your eyes widened wildly, looking around in fear. Your body kickstarted and you began running around for somewhere to hide but halfway through, you realized that was stupid. He'd find you anyway. You tried to control your breathing and think as you heard the door begin to break. You quickly texted your friends that you needed help as you hid inside a closet near to the front door. The police wouldn’t make it in time. You had to act. You were going to try and get out of the closet and out the front door the second he busted inside. Stupid, a last resort. But he’d find you if you hid anywhere else in the small apartment. You had one chance.

All while this was happening, the other members of the cult were hunting down Sidney, Tatum, Mark, and attempting to complete the rest of the plan. Killing Tatum’s boyfriend, her friends, tracking them down, gathering them all up like cattle. Ghostface was literally everywhere, and he was literally immortal. Every time one “Ghostface” died, another one showed up behind and slit a throat.

Stu Macher, yes. THE Stu Macher, was the Ghostface that was in your apartment. Yes, his obsession with you had grown so much that his main priority had actually shifted from the woman that he'd been plotting against and hunting down for literal decades, to her innocent little employee she'd hired. He simply didn't care anymore. He wanted you.

The door burst open and you kept your mouth shut as he ran to your bedroom. You listened carefully as he began heading for your bedroom but then- Shit, you thought when you realized he'd figured you out. He had come back quickly, and it was time to run. You sprinted for the door but he grabbed the back of your shirt roughly as he tugged you back. You yelped as you punched him in the face, making him stumble just a little. He quickly recovered and shoved you harshly to the ground with both hands, making you fall on your ass as he straddled you. You tried pushing him away and trying to choke or hit him but he grabbed your wrists with one large hand.

"NO! Don't- don't kill me- I didn't- I'm not even INVOLVED with Sidney- ugh- HELP! SOMEONE HELP M-" You growled as a last resort, ashamed and even angry at the insane difference in your strengths; it made you feel useless. He shushed you degradingly, covering your mouth with his other large palm, holding your head still. "Be good, be quiet... shh, shh, shh..." He whispered with perverted excitement as you shook around violently. You were going to die...

Then, to your surprise, he pulled out a zip tie and tried to tie your wrists up. The concept of being immobilized pumped some more adrenaline into you and you thrashed around with insanely uncharacteristic strength as you actually managed to get him off of you. You turned and crawled onto your feet like a mouse frantically escaping from a large cat, getting up and making for the door. He got up with the inhuman speed of someone who yearned for this day for a long time as grabbed your ankles, making you scream as you fell again, searing pain spreading all over your chest and chin where you'd made contact with the ground. This time, he stepped on your midsection while he tied your wrists up, immobilizing you at last. He then put a knife to your throat to keep you quiet, cutting just enough flesh to be a warning, to show some blood. He breathed heavily at the sight of it. "Now, you're gonna be good for me. You're gonna be silent, or I will hurt you." He warned, the knife nearly daring to go deeper. You nodded before something happened that made your vision go blank as he dragged you away into the abyss of night.

Your friends had indeed seen the text and called the police, but no one found you. There were no clues, no cues, no indications, nothing. They assumed you were dead. Sidney blamed herself for it. You were almost like another child to her. She almost regretting ever getting close to you…

Everyone ended up believing that Stu Macher’s return was simply a stupid AI deepfake but only you knew the truth. He took you somewhere unknown. It seemed like a house. He showed you his face. He was, indeed, Stu Macher, and you didn't know where the hell he'd brought you. All you knew was that you couldn't get out. He'd planned this well. The walls were... not normal. There were windows that had bars in them and outside you could see what seemed to be the woods. Nowhere.

Ghostface was technically gone... but they did not know with certainty if Stu Macher was alive, where you'd gone, and why it’d all ended seemingly so easy, why he ceased to attack Sidney any longer.

⚠️‼️ I DO NOT CONDONE THIS SHIT IRL, IIT’S JUST MY STUPID, INTERNAL FANTASY, I DON'T WISH IT IRL, I’M NOT A FUCKING WEIRDO. This is meant to stay here and stay here ONLY. ‼️⚠️