Yandere Billy & Stu (4/4)
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“Y/n!” Tatum exclaimed as she burst through the front door.
I pushed myself to stand up straight, some of my anxiety washing away. Even though her arms were riddled with grocery bags, she enveloped me in a quick and tight hug. I reciprocated, but began reaching for said groceries as she withdrew. She seemed grateful when I helped unburden the load.
“Hey, Y/n,” Sid greeted from next to her.
“Hey, how’s it goin’?” I asked, trailing after them as they went to the very loud and crowded kitchen.
The girl didn’t get the chance to reply. “Here, kids!” Tatum called, and I helped her plop the bags down on the table.
Stu ignored her, completely enveloped in funneling beer down some kid’s throat while they all chanted. Sidney hugged her arms together. I decided to walk up behind the dude and slap his back. “Real mature, Stuart.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Stu groaned, finally abandoning his monetary ambitions. “You two are tardy for the party so we started with out you.”
Tatum weaved her arms around Stu’s waist and balanced herself so she could land a quick kiss on his lips. I noticed that Sidney was erratically glaring around. “He’s not going to be here, don’t worry,” I muttered to her.
Sidney shuddered. “Yeah, but he’s Stu’s best friend. He’ll show up at some point.”
I pulled Sidney to the kitchen corner and leaned against the wall. “What’s wrong with that? I know he was there that night, but there’s no way he attacked you. The police released him. He didn’t make those calls. And he really wants to talk to you.”
Sidney gripped the side of her arm and cast her gaze to the ground. “…Really?”
I nodded.
Sidney caved,” Yeah, I guess so. Thanks, Y/n —“
“What are you girls chatting about?” Stu interrupted, ruffling my hair and adorning his usual grin. “I heard Billy’s name.”
“None of your beeswax, Stuart,” I grumbled. “Don’t you have beer to drink and a girlfriend to flirt with?”
Stu pouted. “Aw, I just wanted to get ya a drink. I know you don’t wanna drink, but why not have some coke?” In his other hand, he held up an open soda can.
My gaze softened. “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”
I took the soda from his grasp and downed it. For some reason, Stu watched me eagerly as I did so. Sidney, having gotten understandably uncomfortable, moved towards the front door again. Many of the part-goers began crowding in the living room.
Stu, with an iron grip on my shoulders, forced me to join them. I Ould already guess what was about to go down due to Randy’s enthusiasm as he fished through CDs and cassettes. I cringed and. Leaned on Stu as Randyu alley out,” How many for Evil Dead?” He paused, pointing at some of the raised hands. “How many for Hellraiser?”
Stu hollered and raised his hand. “Hellraiser right here, baby!”
“How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all these?” Sidney voiced from the back.
Randy seemed to bubble with excitement from the question. “She’s obviously the Scream Queen!”
“With a set of lungs like that, she should be. Yeah,” Stu snickered.
Tatum glowered at him from the couch and I punched his stomach, making Stu cough. “Tits, see?” Tatum complained.
“The whole lot of you are pervs, Stuart,” I muttered.
Stu pouted, feigning offense, but didn’t get the chance to quip back as the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it! Hey Tate, grab another beer, will ya? It’s in the garage.”
Tatum scoffed, not moving from her position on the couch. “What am I, the beer wench?”
Stu separated from me and went over to the front door. I offered,” I can get ‘em for you if you want, Tatum.”
Tatum snooker head, finally rising to her feet. “Nah, I got it. It’ll be nice to catch a break from these assholes.”
I couldn’t help but wonder what was setting off her bad mood. But I didn’t get to ask, because in sauntered that news reporter bitch and Dewey. “You’ll never guess who’s here! It’s that chic from Top Story!”
Dewey quirked his brow at Stu. “You’re underage, son.” He snatched the beer away to inspect it, before his expression loosened and he handed it back. “I’m kidding, have a good time,” he chortled.
“What are you guys doing here?” Sidney inquired tensely.
“She’s with me. I’m just checking things out.”
“So you did. Now leave and take your media mouth with you,” she snapped, sending a harsh glare Gale’s way.
However, they didn’t listen, giving a hoard the chance to form around them singing Gale’s praises. Sidney backed away and sat on the staircase, so I followed her direction. Even if it was only slightly, I wanted to escape the crowd of mostly strangers. Sidney and I sat together on the stairs in silence, me occasionally taking sips of the drink and Sid muttering under her breath.
At some point, the part died down, people eagerly watching the movie. I had no interest in whatever weird filth they had on and Sidney seemed to mirror this notion. It was rather refreshing not to have Stu breathing down my neck, at least.
“I wonder what’s taking Tatum so long,” Sidney noted.
“No clue,” I agreed groggily, leaning against the wall. “Probably making out with Stu or some weird shit like that.”
Sidney’s nose scrunched. “Maybe it wouldn’t be ‘weird shit’ if you actually got a boyfriend.”
“Don’t plan to.”
The doorbell rang again, and I got up to answer. That had gotten Stu’s attention somehow, and he wrapped an arm around my waist while I did so. I wasn’t surprised, but offset by Billy’s appearance after what seemed like forever. He sent me a grin before his expression steeled to be more serious.
“Oh, Billy, hey!” Stu greeted, and I let the boy in. “Mm, what are you doing here?” He said with a not so subtle wink.
“I was hoping to talk to Sidney alone,” he huskily stated, eyes glazing over her.
Sidney rose to her feet. I felt rather… tired, so I used Stu as a crutch. “You know, if Tatum sees you she’ll draw blood,” she commented aloofly.
“You know,” Stu started with a wiggle of his brow,” why don’t you guys go up to my parents’ bedroom? So you guys can talk, whatever.”
Billy rolled his eyes. “Subtlety, Stu, you should look it up —“
“It’s okay, we need to talk,” Sidney conceded. I blocked out the rest of the conversation, my eyes overcome with a fog. My limbs felt shaky.
“Hey, girl, a don't look like you’re doing too hot,” Stu noted, gripping my head and shaking my chin a little.
“I’m doing… fine,” I grumbled. “I’m just… gonna pop a squat somewhere upstairs. Later.”
Stu didn’t resist as I pushed him away and stumbled up the stairs. My entire co-pilot focus was on the steps, and once I completed that mission, I wearily walked to the end of the hall. Each step was slower and slower, and at some point I had abandoned my drink without noticing. At the end, I just plopped against the wall. My knees buckled and next thing I knew, I fell asleep.
~~~
“You still… it’s me… you?”
My eyelids fluttered open to the sound of muffled speaking. Other than a distant conversation, everything was so quiet. My head felt groggy, and it took a lot of strength to actually wake myself up.
“No, no!”
“Really? What do I have to prove to you that I’m not the killer?”
However, all sleepiness abandoned my body as I noticed a familiar black figure slinking up the steps. I had no time to digest the inky figure as it stood in the doorway down the hall, knife in hand. Billy stumbled into the hallway and turned to face Ghostface, but it was too late. The killer had his knife in his grip and stabbed into his chest. A muted scream wanted to escape, but it was far too overpowered by Sidney’s bellows of fright.
“Oh my god, oh my god! Billy!”
I rose to my feet, using the wall as support. My gaze was trained on the killer but he paid me no heed at that moment, stabbing into Billy over and over again.
Sidney took the chance to shove past him and dash down the stairs. I wanted to move so badly, but a part of me remained paralyzed in hoping the serial killer was blind. Sidney certainly didn’t notice me. And I… I needed to check up on Billy. He couldn’t be dead - !
As if on cue, the long, white mask slowly turned my direction. I could feel his sharp eyes staring me down. I was completely cornered, minus the —
I made a mad dash to the door in the middle of the hall. Ghostface stumbled to his feet and gave chase. I thanked the lord for being just fast enough to be able to slip inside, but just as I went to slam it shut, a gloved hand shot through. I screamed like crazy and tried to push his hand out. After a minute of push and shove, he gave up.
I would’ve assumed he would’ve tried harder to get in and end my life, but, while I pressed my back against the bathroom door, there was no pounding of any sort. Instead, I heard his disappearing footsteps.
Sidney. And Billy.
Clearly, I wasn’t the killer’s main menu. It had been Sidney since day one, and the prospect terrified me.I took a minute to catch my breath and try and shake any remaining drowsiness away. But, soon, I realized I had to make an escape, or at least phone the police.
Taking a roll of toilet paper with me, I exited the room. The house was deadly silent, and I feared for the party-goers. And, even worse, a part of me knew why Tatum was nowhere to be found early in the night.
I slunk over to Billy, his body still ridged and unnatural. There seemed to be no more blood seeping from his wounds, but I had to try and fix them. I got down on my hands and knees and unraveled some toilet paper.
A fearful pant rose to my throat and I reached for Billy’s blood-soaked shirt. I went to lift it up when his hand shot out, gripping my wrist. I let out a loud gasp, and tears of relief flooded to my eyes. “Billy, oh my god! Let me —“
“Are you okay?” he rasped, barely lifting his head off the floor.
“I - I’m fine, let me bandage you —!”
“We need to get out of here first,” he panted letting out a groan as he tried to sit up. I meekly aided him, my hands clutching his strong, flexing back. Even on the verge of death, Billy maintained a youthful, attractive arrogance to his stature.
“Where’s Sidney?” he croaked, causing my heart to sink.
“Th - the killer was chasing her down. I hope she got away,” I squeaked, doting and feeling at his chest for the stab wounds.
In attempt to calm my erratic state, he hushed me and grabbed my hand, squeezing it. He sent me a weak but reassuring smile. For someone trying not to die, his actions were so… relaxed. He leaned forward and perched his head in the crook of my neck. I felt his breath fan over it, and I completely froze. What… was he doing?
Just as soon as he had been using me as support, he tried tottering to his feet. I followed suit, letting Billy throw an arm around my shoulder. We made for the stairs, descending one at a time; I was surprised at how light Billy was.
We made it downstairs and I helped Billy lean against the rail. “Uh, you - you stay here. I’m gonna call the police —“
Billy frowned, interrupting,” We need to find Sid first.”
I gawked, but took his word for it. “Y - yeah, okay, right. You go call the police, I’ll try to fuckin’ find her. Stay… stay safe, please, Billy.”
His eyes softened dramatically and he tilted his head, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “Don’t worry about me, doll face. I’ll be just fine.”
I stared at him for a moment before turning to the front door and pulling it open. The cold, crisp air was welcoming to my trembling bodice. I knew it would be a bad idea to scream, but I had to find Sid. Just as I cupped my hands around my mouth, Sidney flew onto the lawn, right in front of me. Her body rag dolled completely, and with a shriek threatening to escape, I collapse in front of her.
I began shaking her shoulders, frantically saying her name. From above, I heard something, and I ranted my neck upwards. My blood ran cold as I made eye contact with the black-clad Ghostface, looming from the balcony. He tilted his head to the side, and with his free arm, waved to me.
Taunting me.
“Fuck you, motherfucker!” I shouted back desperately.
Sidney stirred and my attention was drawn back to her. I was quick to check the balcony again, but Ghostface was gone. He was going for us. I could only hope he didn’t run into Billy and finish him off.
“Y/n…!” Sidney gasped, holding my hand.
“We - we gotta go, Sid,” I mewled, grabbing her arm and forcing her to sit up.
She knew better than to linger. When we were both on our feet again, we dashed towards the news van. “Help us, please! Someone, let me in! The killer’s after us —!”
I threw the back door open, but we came face to face with a limp corpse. On a small television was almost-live footage from the living room. There was only Randy’s body draped over the couch.
Thinking quickly I went to front seat and tried at the engine. However, there was no key. Sidney, following my train of thought, went to the passenger side and began looking through the compartments. She let out a cry of joy when a gun was in her grasp.
“Oh my fuckin’ god!” I exclaimed out of relief.
But all of our excitement drained into nothing as we saw Dewey on the porch, scratching the side of his head. There was no time to warn him as Ghostface emerged behind and sliced through his midsection. Sidney and I screamed, but he paid us no heed, instead digging through Dewey’s person. He paused, though, and in his grip, dangled the keys we so desperately needed.
Taunting us, once more.
“We need to run for it, Y/n —“
“But Billy’s inside!”
“Billy’s dead!”
“No, he’s not, I helped hi —“
A gloved hand smacked against the window. A shriek tore at my throat and Sidney leaned over to me. “Use the gun, dumbass!”
“I don’t know how,” she sobbed, but made up for her lack of ability to shove the door open while the killer stood against it. The momentum threw the killer on the ground and we took our chance to run. I ran the long was around, hoping that Sidney made it. The killer swiftly recovered and instead made a mad dash towards me.
With fear wracking my core, I tried dodging, but his arms snaked around my waist. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, barely missing me. I halted my struggling, paralyzed in the monster’s grip. On the front porch stood Sidney, trembling hands handling the gun.
“Unleash her, you bitch!” she bawled. “Or I’ll shoot your head clean off!”
I could’ve sworn I heard a snicker from the masked murderer, and on cue, he released me. I almost passed out from shock, but took the chance to sprint to the porch. “Shoot him, goddammit!” I cried, hiding myself behind the gun-holder.
“I - I can’t,” she whispered, barely above a breath. “Not from this distance. He knows that… Let’s just - let’s just get inside.”
We silently agreed, rushing inside and dead-bolting the front door. Sidney immediately collapsed against it, but I venturing further inside. And as though he hadn’t moved an inch, Billy was still leaning against the rail.
“B - Billy! Oh my god, you’re alive!” Sidney sobbed, running up and collapsing in her lover’s arms.
“I’m like a stuck pig, but I’m alright. I’m okay.”
I narrowed my eyes accusingly toward him. “Why the hell didn’t you call the police?”
“The phone cord’s been cut,” he admitted.
“It doesn’t matter! Oh, you’re bleeding,” Sidney doted.
“We gotta get help,” I said, steeling myself.
“No, he’s out there, you know that!” Sidney chided before enveloping Billy in a warm hug.
Billy pushed her away. “Hey, give me the gun. Give me the gun. It’s okay.”
For some reason, that statement didn’t resonate well with me. At that moment, a body started knocking itself into the door. I scurried into the living room before realizing that Randy was no longer there. He must’ve been the person outside —!
The door crumbled with a satisfying and loud crack. Sidney and I both raced to hide behind Billy. Indeed, it was the horror-fanatic, soaked in blood and very afraid. “Please. Help me! Stu’s flipping out, he’s gone mad!”
In order to comfort the boy, I ran over to him and helped him stand properly. I pawed at his chest momentarily and we limped closer.
In a flash, Billy’s depression completely changed. A sick, sadistic grin crept up his features and his eyes darkened. My heart stopped as he raised the gun. “We all go a little mad sometimes.”
And he shot.
Randy went flying back. I was almost taken with him. Sidney and I were both screaming our heads off. I genuinely couldn’t digest any thoughts except ‘I’m dead.’
“Anthony Perkins, Psycho.” Sidney helped me to my feet and we stared at Billy in fright, watching his ever move. He reached to his side and dipped his finger in one of the blood puddles. “Mm. Corn syrup. The same stuff thy used as pig’s blood in Carrie.”
I couldn’t stand it. The moment I saw Stu sauntering into the kitchen, I made a mad dash for the man. I collided with him, and Stu let shushed me, wrapping one arm around me. I buried my face in his chest and let out a sob. Sid followed suit.
“Stu, help us, please!” Sidney pleaded.
“Surprise, Sidney.”
That voice. Oh my god, it was the both of them. My two best friends were complete psychos.
“Y/n, get away from him!” Sidney shouted.
I tried to fight out of Stu’s grip, but he was too strong. His other hand soon accompanied it, tightly holding onto me. Stu turned me so my back was against his chest and his head resided on top of mine. By now, tears were flooding down my cheeks. I could barely absorb the betrayal. I couldn’t help but slump in defeat.
“Oh now, woah! What’s the matter, Sidney? It looks like you’ve seen a ghost,” Billy snickered, waving the gun around in one hand and the voice changer in the other. Both beamed. Of arrogance and sick pleasure, closing in on the poor girl.
“Why - why are you doing this? To me, to Y/n?”
Stu tutted while swaying a little, taking me with him. “It’s all part of the game, Sidney.”
“Fuck you!” Sidney screeched, backing herself up against a kitchen. countertop. I once again struggled against Stu’s arms, but he held tight.
“It’s a fun game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question. You get it wrong, you die,” Stu proclaimed.
“And if ya get it right, you die!”
“You’re crazy, both of you.”
“Actually, we prefer the term ‘psychotic,’” Stu corrected with a giggle.
“Wh…” I gasped.
In an instant, both males’ attention turned to me. Billy, who had progressively trapped Sidney agains the kitchen counter, stared at me. He tilted his head, and that darkness in his eyes seemed to… shrink. “What’s that, doll face?” Billy croaked.
Lips trembling, I stuttered out,” Why are you doing this? Wh - what did we ever do to deserve this? I - I thought we were friends!”
Stu cooed quietly and placed a chaste kiss to the side of my head. “Aw, baby, ya got it all wrong! We ain’t gonna hurt you. We’d never hurt ya, sweet cheeks. We were just tryna scare you, that’s all. Promise.”
Billy sighed. “You’re a little dense in the head, doll face. We’re a little more than friends, don’t ya think?”
My face paled and Sidney turned to me accusingly. “Wh - what are you guys talking about - y - you drugged my drink!”
“Yeah, although someone didn’t add enough,” billy stated accusingly, glaring at Stu.
“Aw, c’mon man, I didn’t wanna add too much!” he defended.
“You’ll never get away with this!” Sidney boldly proclaimed.
“Oh? Tell that to Cotton fuckin’ Weary. You wouldn’t believe how easy he was to frame,” Billy bragged.
“We watched a few movies, took a few notes. It was fun!”
The realization dawned on us both. I couldn’t believe the immense pain Sidney must’ve been going through. Billy cocked the gun and held out up the Sidney’s head.
“No!” I screamed.
“Why? Why did you kill my mother?” she sobbed. “Why? Why?!”
“You hear that Stu? I think she wants a motive. I don’t really believe in motives. Did Norman Bates have a motive?”
“Nope!” Stu chimed.
“Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lector liked to eat people? I don’t think so! It’s a lot scarier without a motive, Sid.” He paused, a scowl dawning his features. “We did your mother a favor. That woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was. Sharon Stone or something. We put her out of her misery.”
“Let’s face it, Sid, your mother was no Sharon Stone, hm?” Stu giggled.
“Or - or how about this for a motive? Your slut mother was fucking my father. And she’s the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How about fucking that!”
Even Stu seemed surprised by this revelation from how he tensed up.
“Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior, Sid, didn’t ya know? I mean, it caused you to have sex with a psychopath… So, Y/n, this is all one big scary movie. How do ya think this is gonna end?”
I was absolutely stunned, not even daring to run away as Stu unraveled his arm and gave me distance. I hugged myself. “Please, Bill, don’t do this —“
“That’s not what he asked, sweet cheeks!” Stu gleefully insisted. “You may know nothing about horror films, but how about those rom-coms ya like? How do they always end?”
“U - uh, the guy gets the girl,” I stammered, hoping to prolong Sidney’s life.
“Mhm,” Billy hummed. “And that’s exactly what we plan to do. How does that sound, Y/n? No more annoying girlfriends, an exciting life on the run. Don’t ya want that?”
My cheeks reddened out of anger. “Fuck you, I’d rather die!” I yelled, balling up my fists.
Both of the men’s faces fell, but Billy’s dangerously so. Eyes trained on me, he stated,” Wrong answer.”
A gunshot rang in my ears and I couldn’t take it. Sidney’s dead body slumped over and Billy gave her distance. Sidney slid out of view and I was left crying, trembling mess. My knees gave in and I headed straight to the ground, curling up on myself.
I hardly acknowledged one of them - I couldn’t see clearly - as they kneeled down in front of me and pet my hair. Their fingers were so gentle, but covered me in blood. What happened to the friends I had grown to care so deeply for? Was my life truly over —
Another gunshot rang out. Stu grunted from the side, collapsing against the counter.
“Fuck!” Billy cursed, ducking for cover.
I was quick to crawl on hands and knees toward my saviors. The world around me changed. One after another, in filed police officers with guns in their grasp. I was alive, but at what cost?
~~~
“Are you sure you’re okay with watching this, honey?” my mother asked, placing a loving hand on my shoulder.
I slumped against the couch, eyes trained to the television. “…Yeah. Maybe… I’ll get some sort of closure,” I heaved, leaning against her shoulder.
My mother gave me a side hug and switched the channel. I wasn’t surprised to see Gale Weathers, confident and ‘charismatic’ as always. Once upon a time, I would’ve barely minded her useless dronings, but now… I had a reason to.
“ - interviewed two killers that has plagued such a sweet, small town. They only allowed a few minutes, but teenage murderers, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher - held in different cells - had a lot to say. Mostly about their escaped final victim, Y/n L/n. On to the footage.”
My heart ached. Victim. That’s what I was now. And because of two people I trusted my life with.
The scenery changed to a dusty cell. Only Billy was in the shot, leaning charismatically against the bars. And yet, his glare held an unfathomable anger.
“Mr. Loomis, why did you do it?” Gale voiced.
Billy scoffed. “Why did I do it? Why the hell not? But pass this *beep*ing message along or I’ll *beep*ing slit your throat. When I get the hell out of here, I’m coming right for you, Y/n. You’re not getting away from me. I swear to god, I ain’t gonna share you with that pathetic former partner of mine, you’re mine and mine alone. You *beep*ing hear me? Ge the *beep*ing *beep* *beeep* —“
The footage changed to a different cell. Billy’s words rattled me to my core, but I was completely entranced. My mother was sobbing beside me, but all my attention was on Stu.
“Mr. Macher, what’s the motive?”
Stu pouted, shrugging. “Peer pressure, man! I’m sensitive.”
“What do you have to say about Ms. L/n’s escape?”
Stu quirked a brow, and just like that, a furious scowl washed over his features. “‘Escape’ implies that we were gonna *beep*in’ gut her, man. You really think I’d do that to my baby? When I get out of here, I’m gonna pay that *beep*er Billy a lesson and go straight to her. She must miss the hell outta me, I know she does —“
“Mr. Macher, please calm down.”
“Shut the *beep* up!”
The camera went dark. It switched back to Gale, who seemed far more pale than before. However, she still plastered on a smile. “That’s all the updates we have concerning the Woodsborrow Massacre. Stay tuned for a weather update in ten!”
My mother shut off the television.
