#scream drabble

“C’mon, baby, ‘m waiting outside for you, alright? You have 5 minutes.”

You take a second to register Billy’s voice coming from outside the bathroom door, his loving tone causing a shiver to run up your spine. You let out a soft sigh before flattening out the creases in your dress with your palms, taking one last look at your appearance before stepping out.

He made eye contact with you instantly, ignoring the signs of fatigue on your face that he had clearly caused. Instead, he chose to focus on the way your hair framed your face, how the white, silky fabric of your outfit clung to your figure. His choice, of course. He made it clear what he would do to you if you didn’t listen—you learned that the hard way.

“You look s’pretty…would look even better with a smile, y’know?”

“Be glad I even got up to get ready for you in the first place.”

The small smile that graced his lips flipped the moment those defiant words left your mouth, a deep frown replacing it. For a moment he stayed silent, but then he leaned in—your eyes glued to his every move. Just in case.

“Do you want a matching limp on your other leg? If not, you’ll be smart and shut your mouth when we get there, got it?”

You swallow hard, quietly nodding your head, averting your gaze from his own hardened eyes to the wooden floor. Asshole. That’s what he was. Deep down in your heart you were disgusted by him. Repulsed. Nauseated by the fact that you had once loved him so hard. Billy was the first real love you’d ever really had. High school sweethearts. But it was all cut short when his own ex-girlfriend—Sidney Prescott-messaged you. Revealing what an evil little thing he truly was. A cheat. A liar. It broke your teenage heart—the world was practically ending…but you’d be lying if you said Billy didn’t try to get you back. He was grand with his gestures in his own style of course—flowers in your locker, notes left on your desk in classes you didn’t even have with him. He’d even tried to sneak in through your window, but you wouldn’t have it. You were so vulnerable with him. He was your first everything, and you? You were just another girl to him you supposed.

Boy were you wrong.

“Alright, let’s go.” Billy muttered, slipping on his shoes while you sat on the sofa—now downstairs, fiddling with a pillow in your lap. You’d probably zoned out again, something you found yourself doing a lot of ever since your freedom had been taken from you.

You waited patiently while he grabbed his car keys, the jingle of a keychain against the metal key catching your attention. You’d gotten it for him almost a year ago, a little pink kitty. He caught you staring, smirking to himself when you realized what it was. Everything he did was meticulously thought out, even something as insignificant as a keychain.

Billy knew you. Knew how your sentimental brain worked, and he knew just how much it affected you.

“Baby, ya hear me? Let’s go.” He repeated, watching you slowly walk up to him, paying close attention to the small downturn of your lips. Just the way he liked them. Sad. Pathetic. He liked being your night in shining armor, saving you from the big bad villain—even if the villain was himself.

“Don’t be so sad, hm? When we get there, you can get anything ya want, okay? Don’t look at the price.” He whispered, gently kissing your forehead before leading you out of his house and into his car, his grip on your shoulder firm enough to send a message.

Just because he was being kind didn’t take away from the fact that he was still in charge.

He buckled your seatbelt for you before getting into his own seat, starting up the car, and then beginning to drive away, his house getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror..

It’s silent for a few minutes. So quiet you could hear the chatter from people out on the streets , friends and family alike. Laughing and smiling. Something you haven’t done much of lately.

Billy let out a small sigh, watching you from the corner of his eye. “Why do you look like that?”

You turn to face him, a pout flipping your lips without your permission. “Like what?”

“Like a caged bird.”

“I am, am I not?” You blurted out, your brain suddenly on pause.

He exhaled through his nose, his lips pressed tightly together—a moment of silence passing.

“You didn’t act like this in high school, it’s annoying. I want that girl back…she’s the one I loved.”

You were too tired to yell at him. Too irritated to scream at his audacity. You just turned your head to look back out at the window once again, your eyes devoid of any emotion.

His jaw clenched, the grip on his steering wheel growing tighter. “Did you even know much I loved—how much I love you? I’d do anything for you and you treat me like this—“

“You hurt me.” You interrupted, still not sparing him a glance. “You took one of Stu’s trophies. A middle school fucking trophy and slashed my ankle open.”

“That was for your own good!” He screamed at you, almost crashing from the sheer pressure he put on the gas pedal.

For once you finally look up at him, except it isn’t at all the way he wanted you to look at him. It’s full of sadness. Exhaustion. Resignation. And just from that one look he shuts up. Radio silent for the rest of the ride. The calm before a storm.

It wasn’t until you were sitting down across from him inside a restaurant, hands in your lap, eyes on the table—completely zoned out—did he speak.

“You know I didn’t mean to yell earlier, doll..you just—you get me so riled up it’s hard to stop it. You make me like this..”

What a joke.

“Billy—”

“Hey guys, my name’s Myah I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Any drinks I can get you started with?”

You’re cut off by a waitress who’d approached your table, her eyes instantly latching onto Billy—looking him up and down. Like a predator. Like how he looks at you.

He gives you a short glance before opening up the menu, “Red wine’ll be good, thanks”

“A man with taste I see.” She giggled, carefully brushing her fingers over his shoulder. Your heart…lurched. And it confused you. You felt yourself feel warm, your eyes narrowing at the waitress that apparently seemed to love touching up on her customers.

Jealousy? Were you…actually jealous? No, that couldn’t be right. Jealous over Billy Loomis? Had you gone insane?

Green ropes of envy twisted around your stomach and made you sick, choking your appetite right out. What made it worse was Billy noticed—and he loved it.

“I guess so.” He replied, a sly smirk curling the corner of his lips. “And lemonade for her.” He added, sending you a look—one that made sure you knew he knew he remembered your favorite drink.

“No alcohol for the baby?” She teased, jotting down the drinks on her notepad. Billy chuckled like the know it all he was—“No, none.” She returned his smirk with one of her own, chatting up for a minute longer before eventually walking off back into the kitchen.

You stared at Billy. Hard. While he just smiled, licking his lips slowly. Challenging you. Waiting for you to take the bait.

“I want to go home.”

“Yes.” He thought. “Finally”

“Baby, why? We just got here.” He replied, but in all honesty, he couldn’t care less. You were speaking to him, and what was even better—was that you broke because of another woman. Ironic.

“My..my ankle hurts.”

He nodded his head slowly, caressing your hurt ankle beneath the table with the tip of his shoe. “Should I take care of it…?”

You held your tongue, watching him raise a brow. “It just burns, okay? I think I should bandage it better.” Why were you trying so hard? God, why did it matter? You couldn’t explain it.

“Alright…we can go. Just…one thing.”

“…What?”

“Let me carry you.”

You pause, eyes widening ever so slightly. “I still have one good foot, y’know?—”

“Well then, I guess you must not hurt that badly—”

“Fine.”

Billy smiled at you, wordlessly walking over to you. Waiting for your arms to reach out to him….and they did. Hesitantly, but they reached out for him—and that’s all he really cared for anyway. He picked you up with ease, carrying you like his little bride all the way back to the car—not bothering to make both your disappearances known. He took you all the way back to the car. All the way inside his home until you were lying flat on his bed while he stood at the edge. His hands wrapped around your good foot—gently massaging the soles of your feet.

“Wanna tell me the real reason you wanted to leave, hm?”

“I-“

He pressed his thumb deep into your heel, raising a brow. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I just think…” Fuck, what do you think? “I dunno, I just don’t think restaurant employees should be so touchy. It’s…unnecessary..and possibly unsanitary!”

“You know I’d never look at anyone else except you, right? If I knew you were so insecure I would’ve fucked it right out of you.” He replied. Calm. Casual.

“Don’t talk like that.”

He let go of your foot carefully, slowly moving onto the bed and top of you, the bed creaking beneath your shared weight. He looked down at you, smiling. “There she is. The little prude I love…” he whispered. “I miss you when you’re like this—when you love me..when you just let me be your boyfriend..”

You don’t get a chance to speak while he rambles on, whispering in your ear. “I don’t mean to be loud y’know that..we could just be like this. Always. Like we used to be…”

‘I bet I can sell more cookies.’

That was all it took. A single comment from Tatum had your competitive spirit taking over and before you knew it you were making every type of cookies you knew of for the schools holiday bake sale. One problem you didn’t account for? Keeping your boyfriend away from them.

You hadn’t thought much of it when you asked Stu to use his houses kitchen for the baking, he had so much more space and TWO ovens, the convenience was to great to ignore. Stu even went with you to the store to buy a tone of ingredients for all the cookies, but now you were in the situation you were.

“Stay.” You said firmly while staring at Stu. You had banished him to the living room at least four times now, but every time you turned away he was trying to sneak back in. This time you had turned to pull a batch of snickerdoodle cookies from the oven and turned back just in time to see him at the entrance of the kitchen again.

“Come on!” He yelled, his eyes on the stack of sugar cookies. “You were almost mine!”

“I told you, Stay. Out. You can’t eat these.” You said while setting the hot cookies down and walked back to the sugar cookies and frosting you were in the process of putting on them.

“Oh come on, don’t you need like, a taste tester?” He sighed while leaning on the doorframe.

“You aren’t fooling me with that again. I let you taste pie filling once and you ate all of it in less then an hour.” You shook your head as you thought back to that day. If a bottomless pit was a person it would be your boyfriend. You didn’t understand how he stayed so skinny sometimes.

“But there are so many cookies!” He argued as he looked around the kitchen.

“And you can buy one from the bake sale.” You stated.

“Can’t even have a cookie from my own kitchen,” he huffed while walking back to the couch.

You went back to baking, eventually hearing the sound of some random horror movie playing in the living room that Stu must have put on. It put you at ease a bit to know that he was doing something else now. Just as you finished putting frosting on cookies the phone rang. Stu picked up from the other room before calling out to you.

“It’s Tatum, for you!”

You dusted your hand off before picking up the phone on the wall in the kitchen. “Hello?”

At first there was no response just Tatum laughing and Sidney’s muffled voice until finally Tatum spoke.

“Okay, okay, y/n, you there?”

“What do you need? You should be busy baking.” You stated while moving to the oven to change the empature.

“Right- okay so, you’re going to laugh when I tell you this…Actually I wasn’t going to say it but Sid said I need to- hey! I’m telling them, okay?”

You rolled your eyes a bit as you looked down at a cookbook. “Tatum, can you just spit it out-“

“I’m not actually baking anything! I was just pretending to and was going to buy something as a joke!” Tatum finally blurted out, making you freeze. Even on the other end there was a moment of silence before Tatum started to laugh. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just know how you get and knew you’d go overboard. Sid said it was mean and she’s right.”

It took a moment for you to actually respond. At first you were shocked, then even a little nary that she had tricked you, and then your eyes narrowed. “Tatum Riley…” You said slowly. “When I find you tomorrow, I will-“ You were cut off by a loud bang behind you. You spun around quickly to see Stu standing shocked, a half eaten cookie in hand while the frosting bowl was now on the ground.

“Everything okay there?” Tatum’s voice came from the phone that you slowly brought back up to your face.

“You’ve been saved, I now have to deal with my boyfriend before you.” You stated before hanging up.

“Hey baby…” Stu said slowly as he took a small step backwards. “I swear… it’s just one cookie. I’ll even clean everything up!”

You stared for a moment before just smiling. “It’s fine Stu.”

He looked surprised that you let it go so quickly, but a smile came over his face this face anyways. “Yes! Thank you baby!” He rushed over and picked you up to spin you around. His lips found yours, giving you a taste of the sweet frosting that coasted his lips, leading to you running your tongue along his lips.

“You can even have some of the other cookies,” You stated, watching his eyes light up.

“Really?”

billy always made sure to get what he wants. if he wants someone dead, guess what? they’re gonna be dead. if someone is trying to ruin his plans and get in his way, someone telling people that he’s ghostface, he’s going to make sure they’re not in his way. if he wants someone to quit fighting back against him, he’s going to get his way. but with you, you just made it so so difficult.

billy has a huge ego and you constantly hurt that ego. you don’t bow down to him, you don’t make it easy for him to get his way. it’s fun sometimes but he starts to lose his patience when you never let him get his way without a fight. he’s sadistic. it’s fun to see you scared. it’s fun to hear you scream. but when he threatens you to stop because he can only hear you scream for so long and you still don’t listen, he gets pissed.

“if you keep fucking screaming i’ll slit your fucking neck”

now, after saying that, he expected you to stop. most sensible people would think “hey, i don’t wanna die so let me stop” but no, not you. you just kept on going. so he decides to just push the knife closer to your throat and if he put a teeny bit more pressure on the knife, he’d cut through. if you weren’t going to stop screaming he’d just make it where it isn’t even possible for you to scream. because if you even made as much as a sound, that knife would cut straight through. sure billy doesn’t wanna kill you, but don’t think for a second that he’s going to refrain from hurting you. but you weren’t going to sit and be submissive to him and think he had all the power. i mean, he kinda does…. he has a knife, probably a gun, he’s stronger than you, bigger than you, and he has his partner in crime stu if you ever managed to get away. but you couldn’t let him think you’d give up.

you start to move your arms up to push his arms away from you and get the knife off your neck and so he quickly drops his knife to the side and grabs your arms. he’s clearly getting pissed his face is getting red and it’s honestly just starting to amuse you more than anything. since the knife is dropped now and he has your arms restrained in his hands you kick his chest as hard as you can and he almost falls off of you before calling you a stupid bitch, yelling a bunch of curse words, clearly as angry as ever. He lets go of your arms and picks up the knife and he just stabs it right into your shoulder. it went deep but even though he was angry, he knew not to let it go too far. you finally stop fighting back and just lay there in pain. it’s silent. all that can be heard is your heavy breathing and the multiple sniffles coming from your nose. you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you cry but it’s really hard to hold in the tears. he pulls the knife out of your shoulder and he just has a toothy grin.

“it doesn’t matter how much i love you. don’t let your stupid fucking dumb bitch head think that just because i won’t kill you that i won’t hurt you. don’t think for a second you have any power over me. who’s underneath who right now bleeding? who has to depend on a killer to take care of them so they don’t bleed out and die?”

"Jesus fuck..." Billy cursed to himself as he yanked the jiffy pop off of the stove, the bag smoking slightly.

"Thats a bad word." Your voice came from the table where you were coloring.

"God dam- sorry. You're right." Billy apologized, digging in his pocket for a quarter to drop into the small jar on the window seal. After Billy heard you say a swear word after Stu had been over for the weakened, he convinced your dad to start a swear jar.

"When will the popcorn be ready?" You looked over at your brother as he waved away the smoke from the bag.

"I almost lit the bag on fire, what do you think?" Billy threw the bag onto the counter. "Besides, we have to wait for Stu anyways-" Billy's words were cut off when the lights suddenly cut off, cause a scream to leave your mouth. "Y/n-"

"Billy!" you screamed as you jumped up, running over to your brother and throwing your arms around his leg. "The monster!" you sobbed against his leg, and Billy was scoop you up.

"Hey, what's gotten into you? What monster?"

"The monster on the news! They're gonna get us!" You fisted Billy's shirt while crying into his chest. Billy felt his heart stop as he listened to your words. He knew what 'monster' you were talking about. The killings he and Stu were committing were all over the news, and clearly you had seen it.

"No monsters are coming." Billy calmly assured you, but you shook your head. "Look," Billy walked over to a window, pointing outside. “It’s the snow, it made the power go out.”

You turned your head slightly to look out the window, seeing the heavy snow falling from the sky. “But the news-“

“It doesn’t matter what the news says. Would I ever let you get hurt?”

“No…”

“Exactly. I promise you, no one’s going to hurt you. I’ll always protect you, okay?” You looked up at Billy, tears still sliding down your face.

“Pinky promise?” You sniffled while holding your pinky up. Billy smiled slightly and linked his pinky with yours.

“Pinky promise.” You smiled slightly as you shook your pinkies together. “Now, come on.” Billy started walking towards the stairs.

“Where are we going?” You questioned as he started walking up the stairs.

The very thing you prevented at Woodsboro; you were now the one doing and ready to aim again. The look on your face was an intense stare that made him realize; it was over...Any caring you had for him at Woodsboro was gone. Just like that. He didn't have to care about you, he didn't have to love you but you needed to give a shit about him. Because deep down inside, if you cared...He could too.

He felt his fist trembling on the ground next to him as his teeth clenched before he felt Stu dragging him. He had to force himself to move when he realized the cops were on their way. He stole one last glance at his Mom's body on the ground in a pool of blood. Tears sprung to his eyes as he forced his legs to move. 

The run was a blur as Stu hobbled away and led them both down dark alleyways to avoid lights. Billy just numbly followed behind; his mind a million miles away. 

Stu stopped near a bridge to catch his breath. Billy took one glance at the railing as Stu continued talking but he wasn't listening. 

….What's the point? His Parents were dead. He had no home to go back to. He didn't have you to count on manipulating anymore and worst of all...He wasn't mad at you like he had been. Something happened tonight that he didn't like. He lost in every sense of the word. 2 years of nonstop running, looking over his shoulder, obsessing over revenge and Stu the only person to even talk to in all this time. He couldn't do it again...He was so tired. 

He walked to the edge of the road before rushing to the bridge's edge. Stu yelled at him as his shoe was on the railing; ready to plummet off the 40 foot bridge into the cold water below. He felt Stu roughly jerk him off of it and Billy instantly swung at him.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Stu yelled at him, veins popping in his neck at the force of the yell as Billy breathed through his teeth.

"Let me fucking die! I have nothing! DO YOU HEAR ME SHIT FOR BRAINS?! It's OVER!" Billy hissed out with angry tears rolling down his face. "I have NOTHING." 

Stu gawked. "You idiot, you have me! What about me, huh?! You're just gonna wimp out like a bitch? Just gonna off yourself?!" 

"FUCK YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!! Fuck you, Stu! You fucking piece of shit!" Billy yelled, fist clenched and feeling like he was spiraling.

Stu scoffed. "Fuck me??? No, Fuck YOU! You sold me out, man! You were going to kill me tonight!" 

"It was my MOM, you fucking idiot! You think I'm choosing you over her?! I killed for her! Everything I did was for her!" He yelled, slamming his fist into his chest for emphasis as he felt his throat burn.

"Considering who's been here these last few years, yeah! Yeah I do!" 

"Only because we had to be! I've been stuck with you because I don't have a choice!" 

Stu huffed and gripped his upper thigh, sweat on his face as he glared at Billy. "So what?...What you said back there you actually meant? I'm dead weight?" Stu's voice cracked a bit.

Billy sneered. "Every. Word. YOU are the cause of ALL of this!!" 

"ME?!" 

"Yeah, you! If you would have let me kill that dumb little bitch when I wanted to, she wouldn't be here!" 

"Newsflash dick; YOU SAVED HER TOO! You could have killed her in the yard that night and you didn't, so don't blame me!" Stu yelled back. 

"Okay, then every other fuck up!" Billy marched towards him and listed off on his hand. "It was YOUR idea to go after Casey Becker. YOU spared YN first and betrayed me. YOU lost the fucking gun at the house. YOU were in charge of killing everyone outside including Gale Weathers. YOU were the one to stab too deep FIRST. This was YOUR idea to do this college bullshit to get to her just to start wimping out the minute you talked to her. That's not even talking about the other fuck ups in between!" Billy clenched his fist and glared up at Stu. "You have been dead weight for years and I'm SICK of being the one to clean up your messes." 

Stu scoffed. "Well I'm tired of being the muscle here and the scapegoat! I'm tired of being your fucking lackey when we're supposed to be a team, asshole! Besides, THIS is your fault! If you wouldn't have sided with your bat shit crazy mom-" 

Billy punched him with an angry yell the second it came out of Stu's mouth. Stu's head whipped sideways at the impact before he raised up a fist and hit him back. He hit Billy hard enough to have him stumbling, almost falling to the ground and vision blurred. Billy launched himself at Stu as they tumbled on the pavement, trying to get leverage to hit each other before they saw headlights. They both rolled away and ran to hide at the beginning of the bridge in the brush. Glaring daggers at each other the entire time as the car passed.

The minute the car was gone, they started in again. Stu cried out when Billy kicked his leg wound and got out his knife. And Stu went tumbling down the steep hill near the bridge, grabbing Billy by his jacket as they both went down together. Tumbling away and hitting everything in their path before they both seperated and collapsed a few feet from each other. Grass, twigs, cuts and bruises all over them. Stu groaned and wiped some blood from his mouth as Billy stood up. Stu stumbled to stand as Billy glared over at him.

Stu flung out his arms. "What are we doing, man?! We're fist fighting while we're trying to avoid cops and rolled down a freaking hill! Let's just get to the hideout-" 

Billy shook his head. "No. I'm not going to that hideout." 

Stu's face dropped. "...What?" 

"I'm not hiding out with you. We're done...We are completely done." 

Stu's face dropped and his brows shot up as Billy barely made out his face in the dark. 

Stu stammered. "W-What?! So, that's it?! Nothing fucking mattered to you? All of our teens as friends? Bonding with kills? These last three years of...Fooling around and shit? Nothing?!" 

Just the mention of it turned Billy's stomach in fear and disgust. "No! I'm not a fucking faggot, Stu! We jerked off to pass the time because there was nothing else to do; that's it!" 

"I'm not one either! We just got off together but...We're still best friends. You're just going to throw that away? Over me being forced in a corner to choose life or death?! What choice did I have?!" 

Billy bit his inner cheek, his voice hoarse from yelling. "...We were never friends, Stu. I used you. When is it going to click?! I used you as a scapegoat if we were caught. Get over it!" 

Billy felt his chest twist at the expression Stu gave him. He hated it. He hated feeling ANYTHING...It was the same hate he felt with you at Woodsboro all those years ago. He had gotten extremely good at shutting it off but there were a selective few people he had a harder time with. He had to be distant, he couldn't care about people. Caring got you fucked in the end.

Stu rolled his lips as he frowned deeply. "...SCREW YOU, BILLY! You know what? Go jump off the fucking bridge for all I care! Do a flip while you're at it since you just want to throw your life away!" Stu roughly wiped his face with his sleeve as he hobbled away. "I'm going back to the hideout. You may want to die or get caught but I don't." 

Billy realized he was telling him that in hopes he'd change his mind and show up.

He sniffed hard and furiously wiped his face with the palm of his hand as Stu disappeared from view in the dark. 

Billy made his way up the hill and to the bridge...He was tempted to do it again but something in him stopped him. He ran. He ran to wherever he could as he heard police sirens. He finally found an old abandoned building he broke a window out to get into.

He breathlessly crawled to a dark corner, hiding behind the wall and his knife clutched to his chest; ready to stab anyone that got near him. He waited till the sirens disappeared before letting it fall to his side on the ground. 

He just stared in the dark. His heartbeat and breathing were the only things he heard. Then it just started tumbling down from there.

He felt his lip tremble as he thought of his Mom's face, hear holding the gun, how no matter what he said to her she wouldn't listen...Then her blood pooling on the floor as a bloody hole blew out the side of her neck. She changed. She was a shell of who she used to be.

It had to be some karmic bullshit. He killed Maureen and her daughter, and now, his Mom was taken from him right before his eyes. 

His Dad was dead, his Mom was dead, you hated him for obvious reasons, now Stu hated him...And it was all his fault. He couldn't admit it outloud but he knew it was true. 

He was convinced his Mom left because of him. He thought killing the woman that destroyed her marriage and his family would bring her back. But it never did...He started hallucinating. Seeing her telling him Sidney had to die too. Horror movies became his escape and obsession. Sometimes his Mom would be in reflections, commenting how it wasn't right that Sidney still lived and honored Maureen's memory as if she was innocent. He agreed. 

He didn't dare tell his Dad. He knew he'd never understand. Those visions were the only thing of his Mom he had left, as rare as they were. Sometimes he thought they were just dreams but dreams and reality blurred. All he knew was he hated the Prescotts. He hated Sidney and how much she mourned the woman that ruined his life. He just couldn't help his reality slipping and his belief that life wasn't real. It was one giant fucked up movie and he was changing the script for his movie. The only thing that broke him out of that psychotic episode was being in that hunting cabin defeated and bleeding. Then it just turned to using it as fuel to get revenge against you.

Stu was always an on again off again feeling. One minute he was a friend, and the next, he was a nuisance. But he was always there and Billy secretly appreciated it. Not many people truly wanted to be around him and he started not wanting to be near people.

Then you came along and you were the first thing he had felt since his Mom left. You ruined everything by making him feel. You turned his world upside down in the worst way possible. You ruined it all.

But in reality, he knew he ruined it. It was all his fault and he realized that after his Mom's admission on his Dad's murder tonight.

He killed the Prescotts for what? It wasn't even remorse for their lives, it was regret over a life altering decision that was for nothing. His Mom never came back, she died tonight. You never chose him, you hated him for what he did and he hated you for what you did. He ruined his own life for absolutely nothing.

If he would have never planned the Woodsboro Massacre with Stu; his Mom would be alive right now. His Dad would be alive right now. He would be in college living it up by now. Not hiding in a dark musty building. 

His Mom was the only thing he truly loved in this world and he would never have her ever again...And it was because of what he did in Woodsboro that caused her spiral. He might as well have killed his own Mother in his mind. 

He tried so hard to hold it in. It hurt to hold it in. He started hurting himself to hold it in, slamming his hand against his head as he trembled. It finally just erupted from him. A silent sob that turned to an agonized wail. Hot tears streamed down his face as he tried to stop the sobbing and it just made him choke on it.

He never did go back to Stu and his hideout. He left the college town that night and never looked back. 

He stayed in hiding. Passively Suicidal. Not actively trying to kill himself but secretly hoping someone would off him instead. Just to get it done and over with but it never came. He barely slept, he barely ate, he had nothing to look forward to in life. Weeks turned to months and months into years within a blink of an eye. 

He did anything to just get by and he still killed but it was usually out of necessity. He wished it gave him that high it did in Woodsboro but it just didn't. Killing was like taking out the trash at this point. It was a chore to do in order not to get caught. 

He used a fake name and worked in a shithole garage where they paid him practical pennies under the table. 

One day, he overheard a few guys talking while eating lunch around the old tv in the shop.

"Damn, she could gag on mine anyday." 

The other guy scoffed. "Her? She looks like a pig in the face. You'd fuck anything." 

"What?! Bro, you're such a dick. She's not bad!" They laughed and shoved each other as Billy caught a glimpse at who they were talking about. 

It was you on TV. Talking about how no one had heard from you since the release of Stab 2. It showed you in a business casual dress covering your face while walking with a lawyer out of a courthouse. He locked eyes with the image of you.

He felt a twinge of rage for a moment before it dissipated...He realized he hated what you brought with you, the memories. But you? He was numb. He just mindlessly stared at the tv till someone smacked a dirty towel upside his head.

"Hey, get to work cleaning those lug bolts. You can jerk off to her on your own time, Rat." 

Billy scowled at the older guy. "Go fuck yourself, Dick. I'm on it." He huffed as he walked away. Shaking you and Stu and Woodsboro and every other awful memory from his mind.

He could only imagine the shame his Lawyer Dad would feel seeing his son be a grease monkey or the disappointment his Mom would feel at how much he let himself go. Smoking, barely eating, doing some drugs here and there, getting drunk regularly to dull out his senses. Anything just to forget. Or how he felt you or Stu would probably laugh at his sad state and pathetic life. He had nobody now and anyone from his old life would be ashamed of him.

“Here you are beautiful.” Stu jumped over the couch, landing next to you with a small gift bag in his hands. You had snuck away from your family for a bit to spend time with Stu on Christmas Eve. You hated that he was alone, but your boyfriend had refused to come over to yours for Christmas. Stu claimed to enjoy the time alone and that Billy tended to show up at some point anyways.

“And for you.” You handed over the wrapped box you had for him while taking the bag. “In three?”

“One,” Stu started.

“Two,” you added.

“Three!” You both said at the same time before opening the gifts.

You pulled the paper out of the bag along with a thin box. You let out a small gasp as you opened the box, finding a necklace. It was an 8 pointed star that looked to be silver with a shining black diamond in the middle. You should be grateful for something like this, any girl would be ecstatic to receive something so nice, but your heart sank when you saw it.

You glanced up at Stu, seeing him staring at you. “What do you think?” He sounded excited, but you couldn’t match his energy.

“I… I thought we were sticking with $20.” Stu just waved that off.

“I knew you’d like it, I didn’t even look at the price.”

His words caused the pit in your stomach to feel heavier. And a glance to the side made a lump in your throat grow. You had bought Stu a Michael Myers art print, it wasn’t super expensive, but you had thought it was pretty and that Stu would like it. Instead, it was thrown to the side, half the wrapping paper still on it.

“Baby, are you okay?” Stu’s words made you realize how close you were to tears, and suddenly you couldn’t hold it in, letting out a small sob. “Hey….don't cry, baby,” Stu scooped you into his arms.

“You hate it!” You sobbed into his chest, fisting his shirt slightly.

“What are you talking about? I hate what, baby?”

“The- the gift I got you.” You sniffled as you started to calm down, not that the sadness was going away at all.

“I don’t hate it, what makes you think that?”

“You didn’t even open it all the way…” you whispered. Stu leaned forward slightly to grab the gift off of the coffee table.

“Baby, I love it. I just wanted to see you open your gift.” Stu tried to explain but you shook your head.

“It’s nothing compared to what you got me.”

“Baby, I don’t need some expensive gift. This shows that you know me, it’s something you knew I’d like.”

“But you always buy my expensive gifts for everything, and I… you deserve to get nice stuff too. I feel bad because I can’t afford anything like what you buy me.”

Stu listened to you talk, rubbing your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I never think about the price tag, you know? I’m really just spending my parents money.”

You looked down at your hands slightly. You knew Stu was telling you the truth, you’d never seen him even check a price tag. When you went out he paid for everything, he’d buy lunch for your friend group, bought random shit he didn’t need, Stu never even thought about the price. But you didn’t have that luxury. Sure, you weren’t necessarily broke, but you had a budget. You had to work a part time job and your parents didn’t just buy you whatever.

Stu reached around you for the print, holding it for you to see. “I love it, and it’s going to go up in my room as soon as we’re done. I was more worried about you liking your necklace, which…” Stu set the picture down and reached for the necklace, taking it out of the box and clipping it around your neck. “Looks amazing on you.”

You blushed at his words, looking down at the necklace resting on your neck. “It is beautiful.”

“See! I knew you’d like it. I’ve always spoiled you, and I always will.”

“Maybe just…scale it down slightly every once in a while? I want to feel like I spoil you as much as you spoil me.” You explained, watching as Stu’s smile grew.

“You spoil me in the best ways.” Stu smirked suggestively, making you slap his shoulder.

“I’m trying to be serious!”

“Oh, I’m being very serious.” Stu promised as he leaned in to kiss your neck. “Now, why don’t I give you your second gift before you go home?”

“And what could that be?” You hummed as Stu’s hands moved up under your shirt.