#scream1996

Fucking what the fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It might as well be the only word to exist with the way your brain seemed unable to produce anything else. You had just watched Billy shoot your friend, Randy's body being flung back into a table from the force.

Sidney screams, running to squat near Randy's limp body on the floor, and Billy let's her. He doesn't let you move, though, despite your attempts to jerk your arm from his grasp. He only adjusts, letting go of your arm in favor of wrapping his own around your waist. At least now you were turned to face your friends. You want to run to Sidney, to check on Randy, but he isn't letting you.

"Anthony Perkins—Psycho." Billy smiles down at you, scratching his head with the gun. His eyes move to Sidney, who stands slowly, and then back to you. He slowly puts a finger into his mouth, sucking the blood off of them. He winks at you, as if this is all some inside joke, and then turns back to Sidney. "Mmm, corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig's blood in Carrie."

Your stomach twists, and you want to vomit. You had told him that, only it had been several weeks ago and you hadn't known it was him you were telling. You had talked to you're caller about scary movies all the time: special effects, motives, storyline, and worst of all, how to get away with it. It had just been talk, in fact you had had the conversation with Randy many times, but to Billy it was more. It was planning.

Sidney shakes her head, backing away slowly before turning to run. You wish she'd take you with her. But before she can get far, Stu is there. He looks around, face full of shock and horror. Sidney grasps at him, her knight in shining armor.

"Stu," She cries, her hands and face pressed against his chest. "Help me please."

Sidney can't see it, but you can, thanks to Billy giving you the front row seat. Stu's face changes, turns into something unrecognizable as he lifts a small white box to his lips. Billy's fingers rub against the skin exposed from your shirt lifting when he grabbed you.

"Surprise Sidney." Stu smiles down at her.

Fucking what the fucking fuck. There were two of them. Billy and Stu, two-sixths of your friend group. Your stomach has churned so tightly in fear and anxiety that it makes you lightheaded. But there's something more there, as well, though you hate to admit it. Hurt. Betrayal.

Sidney turns to look at Billy, although you can't see what expression he's making, you feel him slowly lean his weight from the door. Sidney doesn't look at you, though you try desperately to catch her attention. You don't expect her to help you, but you were beginning to feel like a spectator in this situation. You want Sidney to escape, and you want to escape too, but everyone here tonight seemed to have already written you off as dead.

Sidney suddenly shoves Stu, trying to escape through the kitchen. Billy's quicker, though, and you're immediately shoved into the arms of Stu. He's got both arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind, a position that would look deceivingly casual to anyone who couldn't feel the tightness of his grip.

"Didn't see that coming, did you?" He whispers into your ear, half gloating and half curious for your answer. You turn your head to meet his curiosity with a look you hope conveys the amount of hatred you have for him right now.

"You did that to Tatum." You spit. Tatum was hanging from his garage door as you spoke. You wonder if she knew who it was before he killed her. You hope not.

"Uh uh, that was all Billy." He smirks, eyes glancing ahead as if to drive his point through your heart.

You look to where he had, to where Billy had come around to block the only other exit in the kitchen. Stu tosses the voice modulator to Billy, which he catches without moving the gun from where it aimed at Sidney's heart. He brings it up, eyes never leaving Sidney.

"What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost." He taunts.

Sidney turns and runs for the sink, allowing the boys to slowly corner her. You can't do anything but allow Stu to drag you closer. You've become an unwilling part of a fucked up trio.

"Why are you doing this?" Sidney asks, gripping the sink.

"It's all part of the game, Sidney." Stu drawls.

"It's called guess how I'm going to die!" Billy shouts into the voice modulator, raising the gun to her head.

"Billy!" You shout at him in a morbid version of a scold.

"Fuck you!" Sidney shouts over you, and not a single person acknowledges you. How are you a spectator in your own death?

Billy lowers the modulator and gun, eyes narrowing on Sidney.

"No, no, no," He says, handing the gun to Stu, who holds out a knife in trade. Despite only having one arm around your neck Stu is still too strong for you to fight off. You know this because your hands had been gripping his forearm tightly the entire time, trying to sense his strength without him realizing. Billy points the knife at Sidney, stalking closer. "We already played that game remember? You lost."

Sidney looks away from Billy, as if the memory physically pains her. You hurt for her. You hurt for yourself. You hurt. Billy's stalking closer and closer, until Sid is backed into the counter corner.

"See it's a fun game Sidney, see we ask you a question and if you get it wrong BOOGAH! You die." He screams, jerking the gun over your shoulder. You flinch, hands clawing at his arm though you doubt he feels it in the moment.

"You get it right? You die." Billy shrugs casually in Sidney's face.

"You're crazy both of you." Sidney says, eyes on Billy.

Stu moves behind Billy, dragging you along until you're standing right next to them. Sidney and Billy are in the middle of a standoff, but with you right in her face, Sidney's eyes finally turn to yours. It's like she's realized for the first time tonight that you've been here all along. You can't tell what she's thinking, but you hope she can see the pleading in your eyes.

"We prefer the term psychotic." Stu smiles.

"You'll never get away with this." Sidney says, turning her attention back to the two boys. You can only hope that if she can escape this she won't leave you here with them.

Stu laughs like there's a joke Sidney has yet to hear.

"Oh no?" Billy asks quietly. "Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame."

You watch Sidney's heartbreak through her eyes.

"Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun." Stu says in a mocking voice.

"And Y/N here was a big help. All those late night phone calls and planning. My girl's a genius." Billy says, head tilting back to gesture at you. Stu's arm tightens painfully around you at Billy's words.

Sidney looks at you, eyes full of betrayal.

"Sid, no, I—" You try, but she doesn't listen. Instead she falls over, but is quickly stopped by the boys.

"Why? Why did you kill my mother?" She asks, voice angry and bitter.

"Why? WHY?" Billy shouts in her face. "You hear that Stu? I think she wants a motive. Hm. I don't really believe in motives, Sid, I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?"

"No." Stu answers for him, passing you off to Billy as he backs away.

Billy's hand has a tight grip around your arm, it's almost painful. You and Billy are now side by side in front of Sid, but she avoids your eyes as if looking at you would be painful.

"Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so. See it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor, Sid, that woman was a slut bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something." Billy rants.

"Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sid, your mother was no Sharon Stone. Hm?" Stu mocks from feet away, gun aimed at Sidney.

"Is that motive enough for you?" Billy asks, holding the point of the knife to his lips like he used to do with his pencils in class. "How about this: Your slut mother was fucking my father, and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive?"

There's complete silence in the room, not even a breath, and you get the feeling that this was news to everyone in the room, Stu included.

"Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly fucked you up and made you have sex with a psychopath." Billy spits.

"That's right. You gave it up. Now you're no longer a virgin. Now you gotta die. Those are the rules." Stu laughs, raising the gun to Sidney's head.

Billy backs away, pulling you both from the spot Sidney was glued to by a gun. One arm is over your shoulder, holding the knife, but not to your neck. The other is around your waist. He leans his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, inhaling slowly.

"Billy, stop," You say, using this moment to finally influence the situation. "Let her go. She didn't do anything. Randy, Tatum. . ."

You're unable to finish your list of dead friends. It hurt too much.

"Shhh," Billy whispers into your neck, as if cooing a child. "It'll all be over soon, and then we can be together. The director and his final girl."

"I'll never be with you now." You say, as if stating the obvious.

"You don't mean that." Billy says. It's not a question. Then, turning his attention to Sidney, he continues. "Just pretend it's all a scary movie, Sid. How do you think it's gonna end?"

You can feel Billy melting more into you, but you get a sick feeling that it's more to hurt Sidney than it is for himself. He motions his knife at Stu.

"Oh, oh! This is the greatest part. You're gonna love this, we got a surprise for you, Sidney," Stu says excitedly, turning to lay the gun on a counter. At the same time, Billy moves quickly to hold the knife to Sidney's throat, leaving you finally free of anyone's hands. "You're gonna love this one. It's a scream baby! Hold on a sec. I'll be right back."

Stu backs away into a door, and now it's just the three of you. You stand a moment, looking at Sidney in Billy's arms. This is your chance to help her, except Billy glares at you.

"Move and I'll cut her fucking throat, Y/N." Billy says, and you don't. There are no hands on you and yet you're still stuck under someone's control.

Sidney looks at you, and you think you see the realization that you aren't working with the boys pass through her eyes. You take this chance.

"Sid, I had no idea, I swear. Please." You say, begging her to believe you. You can't tell how truthful you're being, though. You had known. You could've stopped it. You just didn't think it would come to this.

She doesn't say anything, but you see the slight tilt of her head towards you. She believes you, she just doesn't want Billy to know.

"Know what time it is, Sid? It's after midnight, your moms anniversary. Congratulations, we killed her exactly one year ago today." Billy says, though he's staring directly into your eyes. His eyes are a challenge, a dare, or maybe Billy's way of proving something to you. You don't know what it is.

Stu comes back through the door, dragging a man who is tied up.

"Attention. Oh! What do we have behind door number three, Sidney?" Stu asks.

"Daddy!" Sidney says, jerking towards her father despite Billy's strong hold.

"Guess we won't be needing this anymore, huh?" Stu says into the voice modulator before shoving it into Mr. Prescott's shirt pocket. "Oh, look at this, ring ring. Won't need this."

"Got the ending figured out yet, Sid?" Billy asks with a wide smile on his face.

"Come on, Sid. You think about it now, huh. Your daddy's a chief suspect, cloned his cellular, the evidence is all right there, baby." Stu says, leaning over Mr. Prescott until he throws him to the floor.

"What if your father snapped? Your mother 's anniversary set him off and he went on a murder spree, killing everyone." Billy explains.

"Except for Billy and me. We were left for dead." Stu says, and you look back to Billy anxiously. What happened to being together when this was all over? It seemed like Billy and Stu had alternate endings for their movie.

"And Y/N, Stu," Billy says, a warning to his partner. Then he lifts the knife to Sidney's chest. "Then he kills you and shoots himself in the head. Perfect ending."

"I thought of that." Stu says proudly, a slight giggle to his voice.

"Watch this," Billy says, before letting go of Sidney and moving to Stu. "You ready?"

Stu is shouting now, arms behind his head, and you know where this is going. You and Billy had talked about it before: How to get away with murder. The knife is plunged into Stu's side. Sidney gasps. Stu buckles over.

"Aw, man, jesus. Oh shit. My turn." Stu says, looking up at Billy angrily. Billy passes the knife to Stu.

"Don't forget. Stay to the side and don't go too deep." Billy says, pointing a finger at Stu. He's turned to you, giving you a look as if to remind you to stay where you were. You wouldn't run anyways, not without Sid.

"Okay, I'll remember." Stu says unconvincingly. Billy isn't listening though, so when the stab comes he stumbles away in shock.

"Aw, fuck! God damn it, Stu!" Billy shouts, hunched over against the island. He's only a couple inches from you, having stumbled your way after the injury.

"Sorry, Billy. I guess I got a little too zealous, huh?" Stu snaps. Billy moves back towards him, one hand on his wound and the other reaching for the knife.

"Give me the knife." Billy says, and it's apparent to everyone what comes next. Even Stu, because he refuses. "Give me the knife. NOW!"

Stu hands it over.

"You see Sid. Everybody dies, but us. Everybody dies, but us! We get to carry on and plan the sequel, 'cause let's face it, baby, these days, you gotta have a sequel!" Stu shouts, before being stabbed once again.

Billy stabs Stu, over and over again.

"You sick fucks have seen one too many movies." Sidney whispers.

"Now, Sid, don't you blame the movies! Movies don't create psychos, movie makes psychos more creative, right baby?" Billy says, words directed at you before he stabs Stu once more.

"Stop it, Billy, would ya, alright? I can't take anymore. I'm feeling woozy here!" Stu shouts, doubled over. He's right. He's soaked in blood. This couldn't have been part of their plan.

"Alright. You get the gun and I'll untie Pops, okay?" Billy says to Stu, holding the knife under his chin. "NOW!"

Stu nods and then turns for the gun, but stops once he's in front of the counter. It's gone. Both boys are standing by the counter when Gale Weathers appears, gun pointed at them.

"Right here, assholes." Gale says. You move to stand next to Sidney.

"I thought she was dead." Billy says, turning to Stu angrily.

"She looked dead, man. Still does." Stu says.

"I've got an ending for you. The reporter left for dead in the news van comes to, stumbles on you two dipshits, finds the gun, foils your plan, and saves the day." Gale bites out.

"I like that ending." Sidney says, her confidence growing. Stu turns to her, annoyance written on his face.

"I know something you don't." Billy whispers, advancing on Gale quickly.

Gale tries to shoot, but nothing happens. Billy lifts his leg, kicking Gale back onto the porch where she hits her head and falls limp. Billy steps out onto the porch, and Stu's back is to the kitchen. You and Sidney share a look before she's picking her father up. She begins to pull him out of the room when she stops to motion for you to follow. You shake your head no, because you have a plan. Sidney nods before her and her father rush out of the room.

Billy and Stu come back just in time, angry and shouting for Sidney. As soon as Stu is leaned against the counter, hand on his wounds, you throw yourself at him.

"Stu!" You shout, grabbing his face in your hands. "I was so worried about you, is it bad?"

Billy freezes in his spot by the stove at your words, slowly turning to you and his partner. Stu is looking down at you confused, it's written all over his face. You don't give Billy a chance to read it. You press your lips to Stu's, kissing him as if your life depended on it, because it did. And so did Sidney's and her father's. You pull away before he can push you off of him.

"What the fuck." Billy bites out, stalking closer. He grabs your arm, pulling you away from Stu and positioning you behind him.

"No, stop, I love him!" You yell desperately at Billy.

"Billy, man, I don't know what she's talking about." Stu says nervously, his weight fully against the counter now. Billy's chest is moving rapidly, anger pooling off of him.

"Stu, just tell him," You say, and when Stu stands there helplessly, you continue. "Stu's been calling me for weeks. He confessed earlier, while you were upstairs with Sidney. We love each other."

"That's not true, Billy. I wanted her dead! I wanted it to be us two, man!" Stu shouts, but Billy isn't listening. He's so angry you think he might kill Stu, but the phone suddenly rings.

Billy answers it, and you can tell it's Sidney. Fuck. You had them. If she had just given you time. Billy is yelling into the phone while Stu pulls out a chair to sit on. Billy passes the phone to Stu, he's going to look for Sidney.

"Don't do anything you'll regret." Billy says to you, before stalking off.

You could kill Stu while he talks on the phone, but Billy's moving too frantically in and out of the kitchen, and you don't have a weapon. You move towards the kitchen entrance by the front door, peaking out to see Gale and Dewey passed out on the porch. As you're standing there you watch Billy move into the hall, and then suddenly turn towards the closet with a smile.

"Billy, don't!" You shout, praying Sidney isn't in there.

She's got it handled, though. To your surprise she shoots out of the closet, dressed in that all too familiar costume, stabbing Billy in the chest with an umbrella. She stabs him one more time before he falls to the ground. Sidney pulls off the mask as she stands over him, throwing his gun away from him.

You don't have time to see what else she does because you're suddenly knocked to the ground. Stu is on top of you for a brief moment before your bodies roll and you're on top of him. He's quick to punch you across the face with enough force to throw you off of him. He tries to climb back on top of you, but you kick him in between his legs before getting up to run into the living room.

You don't make it far from him. He throws himself at you once more, flinging you both into the center of the living room. He's on top of you again, and man are you getting tired of this shit.

"You fucking bitch!" He shouts down at you, spit flinging from his mouth and onto your face. "It was supposed to be me and Billy! You ruined everything!"

You'll regret it, but you bring your head up quick and hard to slam against his nose. You ignore the ache in your forehead as you let him fall off of you. Standing, you quickly scan the room before landing on the tv. You run around it, giving it one hard shove off of the stand and onto Stu Macher's head.

"Fucking dick." You spit at his body, not bothering to stick around and watch the electricity run through him.

Sidney's standing in the entrance to the living room. She had watched your fight. You can tell she feels guilty for not stepping in.

"Y/N—" She starts, but you stop her with a raised hand.

"It's okay, Sid. We're alive." You say, because what else could possibly matter?

You both walk back to the hallway where Billy's body lays. Sidney allows you to lean some of your weight on her, you must've twisted your foot at some point.

Sidney sits next to Billy's body, picking up a mask. You just stand at his feet, staring down at Billy—your caller. Sidney's gasping suddenly, and you look up to find Randy sitting up next to her.

Great fucking timing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He says.

"Randy, I thought you were dead." Sidney says, holding onto Randy's arm.

"I did too. I never thought I'd be so happy to be a virgin." Randy says.

"Jesus, Randy." You laughed.

Sidney and Randy stand together just as you all realize Gale is standing by the door.

"Are they. . .?" Gale trails off. Sidney nods. "Good. Some fucking story this'll make."

You all crowd around Billy's body, still laying lifeless from where Sidney had stabbed him. Sidney kicks his leg, but he doesn't react.

"Careful. This is the moment the supposedly dead killer comes back to life, for one last scare." Randy says over Sidney's shoulder.

But Billy doesn't move.

"Not in my movie." Sidney says, before kicking Billy's body one last time.

You let out a breath of relief. Whether that be because he's dead or because you don't have to watch him die again, you're not sure.

A loud sound causes the group to jump, but your eyes remain on Billy. You're sure you hear Sidney and Randy working to untie Mr. Prescott, but you are somewhere else. You even hear the group of four walk out the front door to check on Dewey, but you only sink to the ground next to Billy's body. His head is by your leg, and you place a hand on his cheek.

"I loved you, Billy, before I even knew it was you. Why'd you have to be so stupid?" You whisper to him, but dead boys can't hear secrets, and they certainly don't answer questions.

You lean down and kiss his cheek, lingering only for a minute. You have to go, before the group comes back and finds you there, crying over a killer's corpse.

The police and paramedics are there shortly. Sidney had told you that she called them while she hid in the closet. You and her sat next to each other in the back of a parked ambulance, getting your wounds patched up. You showed them the deep gash on your arm, your swollen ankle, and your busted face. The paramedics winced at your body, but at least you were alive.

You knew eventually you would have to explain everything the Sidney, but for now you wanted to sit with her.

The Sheriff approaches the two of you, his eyes troubled.

"Sidney, Y/N. You said it was Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, correct?" He asks warily.

"Yes." Sidney vocalizes for the both of you.

"I don't know how to say this, but. . . we only found two bodies. Tatum Riley and another we can't identify. There's a. . tv on his head." He coughs awkwardly. He wants the two of you to tell him which killer they had caught, and which killer had got away.

Sidney yells out, collapsing into you in a mess of sobs and frustration. You only stare on, thinking back to a conversation you only just remembered having with your caller weeks ago.

Oh, if I was a killer? No final scare scene. You die on screen and your story ends. If you live, you get to come back for the sequel.

The party was hardly a party when you and Randy arrived. Only a few people were beginning to arrive when you had kicked open the front door, thanks to your hands full of the tapes Randy brought. You threw them onto the living room floor, greeting the people lounging on the couch.

Maybe the party hadn't officially started, but you knew exactly where your first stop would be. You didn't bother turning on the garage lights, you could find the garage fridge with your eyes closed—from across town. And that was before a killer came to Woodsboro, at this point you were prepared to become borderline alcoholic.

You found Stu in the kitchen when you returned with two beers, both for yourself. He was wearing a red velvet robe littered with the crumbs of whatever food he was currently shoving in his face.

"Hey, Hefner. Where's Sid and Tate?" You ask, hopping up to sit on the counter. You crack open your beer, gulping it quickly. Your other beer sat in between your thighs, the cold numbing them.

"If I knew I wouldn't be eating scraps in my own kitchen," He smiles, swallowing down the food. He moves closer, standing in front of your legs. "They've got the food."

"Well where's. . . everyone else?" You ask, though you hate to admit it took effort not to mention Billy. To your friends, you and Billy had never really spoken.

"Oh, they're coming, girl, don't you worry," He smirks, which pairs perfectly with his douchey robe. "Unless you're asking for one Billy Loomis, 'cause then I'd have to ask when you two became so close."

Stu's looking at you like he knows something you don't, and you hate it. You had to teach Stu how to wash his own laundry. What could he possibly know that you don't?

"Good thing I wasn't, then." Is all you say, throwing your head back to finish off your first beer. You toss the empty can at his chest, already reaching for your second beer between your thighs. But it's gone, and Stu is awfully quiet to have just been assaulted via beer can. "Stu. That was mine."

"Yeah? Well why is it in my hand, then?" He smiles, lifting your beer to chug it.

His throat is at eye level with you, and you watch the adam's apple on his throat bob with every drink he takes. Then, a large hand moves up your thigh and rests on the spot numbed by the cold can. A tight squeeze to your thigh has your eyes darting to be anywhere but your friend's throat.

"I'll just get another one." You say, clearing your own throat. You hop down from the counter and away from Stu's hand. Sounds from the living room let you know that Stu's crowd of invitees have arrived, and loudly.

"Have fun." Stu sings, giving you a look you can't decipher as he backs away and disappears into the living room.

What the fuck. Stu was touchy, sure, but never anything that crossed the friendly boundary. That touch felt different. It felt intentional and almost. . .possessive. First Billy, now Stu. What was going on with everyone? Everyone was acting weird and you felt like a sitting duck while things were happening around you.

The loud sounds growing inside Stu's house faded as you followed the path back to the garage. You weren't nearly drunk enough to make it through this night.

You didn't bother turning the lights on this time, either. The cool air from the fridge was more than welcome to your warm skin. After grabbing your beer, you bent down to feel the cool air hit your face. You sighed loudly in relief, the suffocation of your life melting away.

"What are you doing?"

You stand and turn quickly. It's Billy, standing at the top of the garage steps in his signature white tee.

"I'm noticing a pattern here, Billy. You know you can say hi like a normal person, right?" You ask, laughing lightly.

Billy walks down the steps chuckling at your words, but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. His eyes that are staring into you like prey.

"Sorry," He says when he's halfway to you, but he doesn't slow. He doesn't stop until he's standing in front of you, too close to be normal, but far enough to not cross a boundary. "I missed you."

You scrunch your brows in confusion. Your and Billy's friendship—if it could be called that—had just begun today, but it already felt like it was morphing into something else entirely. It was too sudden, too wrong. Every interaction with Billy felt like it was a prelude to something bigger. You knew something was wrong, and yet it felt like you were always playing your part perfectly in whatever it was Billy was doing. You weren't sure why it was so hard not to.

"Billy, I don't know if—" You began, but Billy was quick to cut you off. He moves closer, the tip of his nose grazing yours. He doesn't move to touch you, though.

"You don't know, Y/N." He says, but doesn't elaborate. You're confused, overwhelmed, and suffocating in the warmth of him. You don't know what he's doing—you never do—and you don't know how you'll respond—you never do.

"Wha—" You don't even know what you were going to ask. It's hard to know anything with Billy's lips on yours.

He grabs the back of your neck, crashing himself into you. At the same time, his feet move to force you back against the fridge. It's quick, hungry, demanding, and before you can even think about what's happening you're kissing him back.

Both of his hands are around your neck, yours are on his chest. Every movement with his mouth is matched with your own. Has he always been this warm? Were his lips always this soft? Were you missing out this whole time, not knowing how good he tasted?

His tongue is in your mouth, exploring every inch. You push back with your own, wanting to take just as much of him as he was taking of you. You move your hands to his hair, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. Could kissing someone feel this good?

He bites your lip hard enough for you to taste blood that he quickly licks away. You moan at the feeling. There wasn't anything he could do in this moment that wouldn't feel right. You pull at his hair, using it as leverage to pull his lips further into yours. He lets you pull him closer, pressing his entire body flush against yours.

You feel his hips move, slowly grinding himself into you. He moans into your mouth, and you greedily take it from him, pushing your hips forward to draw more out.

When he pulls his lips away you're embarrassed to find yourself whining, but he quickly makes up for it by attacking you neck. He's not gentle or shy. He's lips and teeth sucking and nipping at your skin until it stings. But you're more than willing to take the abuse, letting yourself moan as loudly as you please. It's not like anyone could hear you from inside anyways.

Fuck.

"Billy, stop." You shout, pushing him off of you quickly. He stumbles back, breathing heavy and looking somewhere between dazed and starved. You're panting too, skin flushed and likely bruised by him. He takes a second to breathe, staring at you until you watch the cloudiness in his eyes disappear.

"Shit. I'm sorry, you're just. . ." He doesn't finish his sentence. He shakes his head once.

You aren't sure what to say either. So, you grab the beer you had dropped at some point, though you don't remember when, and make a hopefully not obvious run for the door. Billy doesn't say anything or move, and once you make it back into Stu's house you finally take a gulp of air you hadn't known you needed.

What the fuck was wrong with him? What the fuck was wrong with you? You could've stopped him. You could've never even reciprocated the kiss in the first place. But you had, and you can't ignore that every time you're around Billy you do things that are stupid. Everything about Billy just feels right, like being with him is how it's supposed to have always been.

You are not stupid. You are rational and clever, and that part of you knows that something is going on with Billy. His increasing presence in your life was accompanied by your caller's absence. And yes, maybe it had only been a day, but why did it feel like Billy had picked up right where your caller had left off?

When you make it back to the living room you find your friends sitting on the couch. You throw yourself down between Tatum and Sidney, welcoming their presence despite avoiding it all day. Now you had something new to avoid.

"Y/N, where have you been?" Tatum asks, turning to look at you. Her eyes blow wide, jaw dropping. She's looking at your neck, a small smile on her lips. "What happened to you?"

Sidney peaks around to see what Tatum is talking about, her hand covering her mouth as she giggles.

"More like who happened to you." Sidney laughs, leaning back into her seat.

"Nothing. I. . fell." You say, though a small smile crosses your face when Tatum laughs loudly at your words.

"Seriously, Y/N, your neck is bleeding," Tatum laughs. "You should sue whoever did that to you."

You laugh with Tatum, trying to shake off the nerves from what happened earlier. Stu's head pops around Tatum, eyes roaming the state of your face and neck with a smirk.

"I see you took my advice." He says smugly. You groan, turning away from him to open your beer.

It's been far too easy for you to tune out the world around you. You're sitting with your friends, and you know they're talking, but it's as if you're on opposite ends of a tunnel. The last few days, even weeks, haven't been easy on you. Now it feels like it's all coming to a head in one giant, confusing mess. Hopefully it can all wait for another day. Tonight, you just wanted to get drunk.

Your thoughts are interrupted when shouts from excited teen boys let you know that Gale Weathers is here. You quickly stand with the rest of your friends, listening to Tatum scold Dewey. Tatum leaves in a huff, and Dewey gives you a desperate look as if to ask 'what did i do?'.

"Should've left her at the door, Dewey." You say, patting his arm in mock comfort before throwing yourself back down onto the couch.

Dewey and Sidney are talking quietly by the door, Tatum's off doing who knows what, and Stu and Randy are busy blushing over the news lady. You're once again left to sit with your thoughts on the couch. You've stolen at least three beers from your fellow party-goers, but honestly you lost count after that.

At some point the excitement dies down and the party returns to normal. However, you were still unsure where your friends were scattered off to. Besides your run in with Billy in the garage and the few minutes you all sat in the living room, it seemed they all had better things to do.

You hear a shout at the front door and peak your head over the back of the couch to find Sidney and Stu standing at the front door, Billy leaning just outside the threshold. You can't hear what they're saying, but the sight of Sidney leading Billy upstairs has you sobering up quickly.

Fuck.

Billy had said he and Sidney had been on and off before. Making out with your friends ex boyfriend was bad enough, but if they get back together? You were fucked. You slump back down onto the couch, suddenly nauseous.

You were doing a lot of wrong and dumb shit lately. Talking to strangers-turned-killers on the phone, making out with your friends ex who also happened to be accused of being a killer. Seriously what is your problem?

You get up, deciding that the best way to handle these feelings was through more drinking. You enter the garage, not bothering to turn on the light. You get to the bottom of the stairs before you hear a crunch under your feet. Looking down, you find shattered beer bottles all over the floor. Glass shards are sticking out of the soles of your shoes.

"What the fuck." You groan, leaning against the banister to pull the pieces out of your shoe.

Once your shoes are clean you march on, but it isn't until you're a foot from the fridge that you realize the freezer door is slightly ajar. Suddenly the room feels wrong. Maybe it was just some drunk and rowdy teens, or maybe it had something to do with the killer on the loose.

The sight you find in front of you as you turn to inspect the room has you sick to your stomach. Your friend, Tatum Riley, hangs from the partially closed garage door, blood staining down her body and forming a small pool on the ground below her. You're immediately sober. Sober enough to run to her, grabbing her arm as you run around her body to the outside of the garage.

You don't know what you expected. To find her there alive still, even if just barely? But she was long gone, her neck crushed by the garage door mechanics. You don't scream, but you do cry. You hold Tatum's dangling hand, crying and mumbling her name as if she'd answer. You know who did this, and you know Tatum's death is your fault.

Your hand reaches for your mobile in your pocket, but it's gone. You don't remember losing it, and you have no idea when you did. There's a killer here, and the last thing you wanted to do was go inside, but you needed to call the police and warn your friends, wherever they were.

You hold Tatum's hand for a second longer and then turn and run for the door leading into Stu's house. It's locked, even though it hadn't been moments earlier. You turn and run under the open garage door to the front of Stu's house. As you come around you see all the final stragglers of Stu's party running into their cars and speeding out of his driveway.

Were they running from the killer? Did your friends make it out?

You run for the front door anyways, not wanting to risk the chance of leaving them here. It's empty, the only sound being the tv in the living room, but you don't see anyone in there from your spot at the front door so you head for the stairs. Sidney and Billy would be up here, that you knew.

When you find Stu's room empty you run for his parent's. You don't bother knocking on the cracked door. You had already found one friend dead, there's not much worse you can walk in on at this point.

"Sidney, B—" You yell, throwing open the door. It hits something with a loud thump that refuses to let it open fully. Your eyes drop to the body at your feet. A white tee, stained blood red. "Billy, oh my god."

You drop down to his side. He's laying on his stomach, head facing the opposite direction. You put a hand on his cheek, leaning over his body to inspect his face. If it wasn't for all the blood, you'd think he was only asleep.

"Billy, Billy, Billy," You whisper his name, much like you had Tatum's. Another person who's death was your fault. And this time, it was the person you had suspected as the killer. Tears were still streaming down your face, tears spilled for Tatum mixing with the ones spilled for Billy. Your guilt crushed you. "I'm so sorry."

You hold your hand there for a moment before standing to look around the room. Sidney wasn't here, and all the blood looked to be Billy's. You aren't sure where to look until you hear a scream from outside. It sounded like Sidney. You're running downstairs to find her when you somehow catch the drunk mumblings coming from the living room.

You stop, running into the room to realize that Randy had been laying on the couch the whole time, hidden behind the back of it. You run around the couch, blocking the tv to Randy's annoyance.

"Randy, get the fuck up, we have to go, now!" You yell, grabbing his arm to pull him from the couch. He fights you, but you don't have time to babysit a drunk. "Randy the fucking killer is here, let's go!"

"What?" He says, his fear no doubt fighting off his drunken haze the way yours had.

You both run out the door, you pulling Randy by the hand. You run to the side, ducking behind the boat parked in front of Stu's garage, Tatum's final resting place. Not a great spot to stop, sure, but you needed to figure out a plan without standing out in the open.

"Oh, fuck, Tatum?" Randy says, his face scrunched in fear.

"Randy, listen. Tatum and Billy are dead. Who else is here?" You ask, hoping he'd say that Sidney and Stu had left with the crowd.

"It's just our group. Oh, god, Y/N I can't die here." He says. You're obviously the most level-headed at the moment.

"You're not going to die, Randy." You say, squeezing his hand.

You hear a voice yelling just then. It's Gale, calling for her camera man, Kenny. You peek around the boat to see Gale hopping into her van. She couldn't leave without Randy. They could go get help, and you could stay to find your remaining friends.

"Randy, go. Go with Gale." You say, shoving him. You don't have to tell him twice. He runs towards the van, leaving you to sit behind the boat and think.

Where the fuck was everyone? Who was killing your friends? You heard the sound of the van driving off through your jumbled thoughts, a small victory. Randy made it out.

"Dewey, where are you? Dewey!" You hear Sidney's voice echo through the empty night.

You shoot up from your spot, watching as Sidney ran towards the front door and then stopped. She screamed in terror at something that was out of your view. Just as you were about to call for her, she turns and runs towards Dewey's car. A figure cloaked in black follows after her.

Sidney locks herself in the car, but when the figure's standing at the driver's window taunting her and she still hasn't pulled out, you know somethings wrong. You run for the vehicle just as the figure moves to the back, opening the trunk. You want to call her name, but you can't stop the killer from getting to her if he hears you coming.

He's inside the car before you can get to it. Sidney's sitting in the passengers seat, a radio in her hand. You groan at what you're about to do before you throw yourself into the trunk with the killer. He's just jumped for Sidney, his arms wrapped around her, when you jump on top of his back.

You beat at him wildly, hoping that whatever you're hitting hurts. You can tell Sidney is also fighting back from the grunts the killer makes underneath the mask. You're once again about to do something stupid. You wrap your arms tightly around the killer's body, using your weight to hold him down.

"Sidney, run!" You yell, hoping that your efforts will be enough to stop him from running after her.

Sidney hits the figure one last time before she's able to throw herself to the ground outside of the car. Your caller tries to reach for her, but you use all of your strength to pull him back. Once he realizes Sidney's gone, he turns his attention to you. His knife slices a painfully deep cut into your arm in an attempt to force them off of him. You scream, but you don't let go. He rears his head back, colliding it with your nose hard enough for your vision to swim. Your body goes limp, falling back onto the car. The killer climbs out and runs somewhere out of your line of sight.

You lay there until your vision stops swimming. You can feel blood pouring down both your arm and nose. You would've laid there all night if you could, but the sounds of Randy, who was supposed to be long gone, yelling for help forced you up. You climb out of the car to find Randy beating at the front door of Stu Macher's house.

"Sidney! Let me in!" He's still shouting by the time you reach him.

"Randy, what the fuck? Why are you here?" You ask, wiping the blood from your lips.

"That fucking bitch hit me! Sidney's inside and she won't let me in! It's Stu, Y/N, he's the killer!" He's shouting frantically, one hand gripping his leg.

"Okay, calm down, we'll—" You start, but suddenly the door is opened by Billy Loomis, dead boy walking. You stand there in shock for a moment. Randy, on the other hand, throws himself at Billy.

"Please, help us!" Randy says as Billy pulls him further into the house.

"Woah, get in, get in." Billy says quickly, turning back to you to grab your arm and pull you inside. He doesn't let go, and instead holds you close as he shuts and locks the front door. Your face is pressed close to his chest, he smells sweet. You notice Sidney standing on the other side of him, and a gun gripped tightly in his right hand.

Randy's behind you now. You're stuck between Billy and the door he's leaning on. Sidney's leaning into him. His head is tucked just over your shoulder, and you can hear the sound of him inhaling slowly.

"Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!" Randy says.

Stu. Stu was the one calling you all this time? He killed Tatum, stabbed Billy, and attacked Sidney? He was the only other person here according to Randy, but it didn't feel right. Stu couldn't be your caller.

Billy turns slowly, eyes zeroed in on Randy. There's a look in them you've never seen before. You're still held close to Billy's chest, but he doesn't allow you to turn your body to face Randy. You're forced to turn your head as far as possible to see him. His grip on your arm tightens painfully, as if he thinks you might run away.