#scream au.

[fawneverwould]

TEXT → OLIVER

Fawn: Oliver? It's Fawn. I'm sorry to bother you if you're busy. I just needed to make sure you're okay.

Fawn: You ARE okay, right?

[thisguyfred-blog1]

TEXT → HONEY LEMON

Fred: Honey, tell me you're not dead. Or worse - missing!

Fred: No. No, wait. I got the order backwards, my bad.

Fred: Just stay safe, okay? We can come up with a buddy system or something. Please be careful.

[jasonbrenner]

@phonestalked    :    “got any more tricks up your sleeve?”

up  against  a  serial  killer,  the  weird  quiet  kid  paired  with  the  popular  jock.  there's  only  so  many  ways  this  can  go,  and  even  jason  knows  that  there's  no  easy  way  out.  well,  except  for  one.  but  showing  his  powers,  letting  someone  in  on  what  he  can  do,  its  dangerous.  he's  already  seen  as  a  freak,  already  the  weirdo  outcast,  adding  his  powers  to  the  mix?  jason’s  sure  it  would  only  make  him  look  like  a  monster.  but  he  might  not  have  much  choice,  masked  figure  headed  their  way.  he  looks  at  chad,  clearly  worried,  then  back  to  the  ghostly  killer.  now  or  never,  it  seems.     “  trust  me.    ”     he's  barely  spoken  five  words  to  chad  in  the  past,  barely  done  anything  to  register  trust,  but  hopefully  that  won't  matter.  he  steps  in  front  of  chad,  the  size  difference  almost  comedic.  he's  tiny,  barely  looks  capable  of  protecting  him.  and  yet,  that’s  exactly  what  he'll  do.  hands  raise,  pointed  at  the  figure,  and  in  an  instant  fire  circles  the  pair,  a  wall  of  flames  the  killer  would  have  to  be  stupid  to  try  to  cross  through.  blood  trickles  from  his  nose,  but  jason's  not  about  to  stand  down.  this  is  how  they  survive.

[sunnyvaler-old]

@legacybait    :    i needed to start over. go somewhere else. be somebody else.

he knows the feeling. it’s something he’s desired for most of his life, seeking out refuge from the horrors of living with his parents.  “i get it.”  it would be nice, the opportunity to leave the life he’s known behind. he’d never do it, fear of his parents too commanding to ever even think of running away from them. he’s not sure he’ll ever really be ready to stand up to them.  “did it work? like.. did it help?”

[sunnyvaler-old]

@legacybait    :    oh my god, you’re not dead!

“not yet—”  he should know better than to say such things when there’s a killer on the loose, should know that joking around isn’t a good idea. especially when he’s already been stabbed. he can’t help it, though, so utterly terrified of the idea of someone seeing just how scared he is, desperate as ever to hide the stuff in his head.  “he got me pretty good, though.”  hands clutch at the wound on his side, blood slowly seeping through fingers. he’s been stabbed before, more than once, he likes to think he’ll survive this one as well.

[sunnyvaler-old]

switched from slides to docs bc i Did Not like my slides