#horrorules

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eyes scan over her list of items she was bringing to the stab - a - thon while the ramblings of randy echo somewhere from inside her and dewey's home. her mind is made up, regardless of any horror movie violations she may be committing. the sheriff's department hadn't gotten anywhere and this felt like their best chance to identify the killers. gale wastes no time as she grabs her camera bag off the counter and heads for the door, only stopping at the sound of randy's voice. she lets out a heavy sigh before spinning to face him, her arms crossing.

" randy, i can't let this opportunity slip away. after i set these cameras up, we could actually get somewhere with unmasking these assholes! " gale gestures to the bag hanging from her shoulder. don't get yourself killed. she pauses, tucking a strand of jet black hair behind her ear as she attempts to shrug her shoulders casually. " i won't. " it feels like a waste of breath considering there was no way anyone could guarantee it. " i'm going regardless of what you say. if you don't want to fend for yourself, you can come with me. " there's a brief pause before she jabs a finger in his direction. " but don't even fucking think about touching any of these cameras. "

@horrorules as randy meeks : don't get yourself killed.

[caspercutaaa]

𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 @horrorules​,   “No, no, you’re not listening.”

if tatum doesn’t engage, he’ll have to leave her alone eventually ... or so she assumes. in reality, randy’s been following her halfway across the school — he’s undoubtedly going to be late for his own first period, all for the sake of pretending whatever texas halloween massacre of his choosing is happening in real life.   

“randy!”   tatum finally bursts, turning on her heel.   “give it a rest! and knock that shit off before sidney hears you,”   the blonde leans in and adds through her teeth;   

“— she’s already freaked out enough as it is, okay? she doesn’t need any conspiracy about how the boogeyman is stalking woodsboro.” 

[caspercutaaa]

"look at you —”   tatum’s state is a far cry from @horrorules’ own. while randy is evidently clear to roam the hallways, she is confined to her bed and hooked up to, fuck, a billion monitors and wires that are all playing their part in keeping tatum alive. thankfully, nothing hurts right now; you only get the best pain meds after almost fucking dying. she gets slightly cocky and attempts to sit up ... she doesn’t even budge. tatum swallows back her distress at this.   

“randy, are my brother and sidney okay?”   tatum croaks.   “have you seen them?”   the worst part about laying here is that no one is telling her a goddamn thing.