Dragged kicking and screaming.
Synopsis-
Life is great as you just entered your senior year at Woodsboro high, alongside your twin brother Steve Orth, and best friend Casey Becker. Things take a turn when a mysterious Masked killer arrives, disrupting your peaceful life. Everyone is suspicious, even pointing fingers to your childhood friend Billy Loomis.
Pairings- Billy Loomis x Reader, Stu Macher x Reader, Randy Meeks x Reader
Warnings- Blood, Gore, Death, Mutilation, Murder, obsession, Stalking, controlling relationships, kidnapping, a bit of home-wrecking, kissing/making out, grinding, eventual smut, depictions of anxiety, mental health struggles, romanticized mental illness, child abandonment, trauma, fighting, knives, guns, underage drinking, alcohol, it’s based off of a horror/gore movie franchise, it’s grody, I don’t condone any of this, this is not a manual its a work of fiction, all characters belong to the scream franchise except y/n.
Word count- 2k
A/N- Sorry this part is a lot of just dialog.. the plot moves so fast but also so slow during this part of the movie. This is part 2!!!
MDNI 18+ Part One!!
As I pulled into the school’s parking lot I half expected to see Steve’s car in its assigned parking space next to mine. Instead I was met with swarms of news vans and reporters.
As I stepped out of my car and started walking towards the building I thought I could avoid the reporters. I was wrong. I was swarmed by reporters shoving microphones and cameras in my face.
“How does it feel to be brutally attacked?!” One reporter shamelessly asked
“Were you involved with the murders of your brother and Casey Becker?” Another reporter accused
“I have a couple questions! Do you have a min-” The third reporter to speak up was briskly cut off as a hand grabbed my wrist
“Hey girl! Let’s go to class shall we?” Tatum spoke up, leading me through the reporters towards the school building.
This was a mistake, I should've stayed home.
“Do you believe this shit? They have no empathy!” Tatum complained when Sidney joined us walking towards our lockers.
“What happened?” Sidney asked, causing a genuine look of shock from Tatum’s face.
“Oh My God! You don't know? Casey Becker and Steve Orth were killed last night!"
“No way..”
“And not just killed, Sid. We're talking about a splatter movie killed, split from end to end!” Tatum exclaimed, warranting a shocked and angry look from me.
“Oh god, i'm so sorry I-” she tried to apologize
“Its fine.” I cut her off swifty as I rummaged through my locker
“Casey Becker sits next to me in English..”
“Not anymore.”
“Do they know who did it?” Sidney inquired.
“No, fucking clueless, they’re interrogating the entire school. Teachers, students, staff, janitors..” Tatum explained.
“They think its school related?” Sidney asked in disbelief
“They don't know! Dewey says its the worst crime they've seen since-” Tatum cut herself off before she rambled about the murder of Sidney’s mother last year. “Well its bad.”
Before Tatum could say anything else I slammed my locker, scaring the two girls slightly.
Looking up we noticed Billy and Stu now standing by their girlfriends. Unbeknownst to the other four tears started to form in the corners of my eyes. Shit this really was a mistake. Shit shit shit no don’t cry, damnit. I hid my face and walked away, the four looked up and exchanged concerned looks.
“I'm gonna go check on her,” Billy decided, swiftly pecking Sidney on the cheek.
He rounded the corner and finally caught up with me. He grabbed my wrist which startled me. I turned around just for his brown eyes to meet my teary ones. He looked like he was going to make a joke but instead he grabbed my shoulders and leaned down to my level.
“Hey, hey. What's going on?” He questioned comfortingly. I broke from his grip and faced the ceiling. I blinked hard and wiped my face trying to form words. No success. The words I wanted to say just got caught in my throat. I wanted to tell him everything, like I usually did. I took a deep breath trying to console myself.
Goddamnit I missed my brother. Billy has always been there for me but not like Steve had.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and back, resting his chin on the top of my head. Inhaling in his scent, I let the tears flow freely now. He shushed my tears and stroked my hair. Even after the bell rang and the hallways emptied, he just stood there embracing me, waiting until I calmed down.
“I-Im sorry Billy,” I apologized between stifling sobs, finally managing to find my words.
“For what?” He asked genuinely.
“For being such a burden, I-I mean I’ve gotten tears all over your shirt and now you’re late because of me.” I said hiccuping.
He pulled out of our hug reluctantly to look me in the eyes.
“You are not a burden to me, you will never be. You’re one of my longest and closest friends.” He assured me, while using his sweater sleeve to wipe away the tears from my red puffy face.
He pulled me back into a hug, glancing around daring anyone to interrupt. Suddenly I felt Billy pulling away, he had heard something. He grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into a small janitorial closet. Before I could protest against or question his antics, he pressed his hand against my mouth.
“Shh,” He warned as he clutched me closer, snaking an arm around my waist. I felt my cheeks grow red hot in the cramped, dark room. My hands, now pressed against Billy’s chest with his hands clutching my waist and lower back.
We intently listened as a pair of jingling keys along with a set of footsteps passed the closet. We waited until we were sure they had passed. Getting in trouble for being in the hallway without a pass is NOT what I needed right now. Billy slowly opened the door and looked around the hall, once he checked he then led me out of the closet.
Billy turned around to glance at me smirking when he noticed my red cheeks. He laughed before making a sly comment.
“Why so red?” He teased. I jokingly pushed him away but he grabbed my wrist pulling me into one final hug.
~~~
When I made it into my assigned seat of my first period, I thought I could finally breathe and calm down. That was until my teacher called my name.
“it would appear to be your turn.” My teacher announced. I gathered my belongings and started towards the office.
“Hi,” Dewey greeted me as I walked into the office. Sheriff Burke gestured to me to take a seat.
“Hello Sheriff Burke, Dewey.” I said once comfortably seated.
“Deputy Riley today.” Dewey corrected, embarrassed.
“Why am I here? I thought I answered all the questions you had for me last night?” I asked, quite annoyed praying they wouldn't make me relive last night again.
“Sorry, just protocol,” Dewey explained sheepishly.
~~~
I was sitting on the ground with my back against the fountain. I clutched my knees to my chest as I listened to the rambling of my friends, the sound of the birds chirping, water rushing, and of course the sound of guilty thoughts running through my head. On my left Billy was lounging on the edge of the fountain with Sidney in between his legs, on my right Tatum sat similarly with Stu.
“Hey, did they ask any of you if you liked to hunt?” Stu randomly asked the group, causing us to all turn our heads.
“Hunt? Why would they ask you if you like to hunt?” Tatum exclaimed disgustedly.
“‘Cause their bodies were gutted.” Randy budded in, plopping his bag down on the ground before snagging the spot in between Tatum and I. I shuddered at the memory of seeing Casey and Steve’s bodies.
“Thanks Randy.” Billy said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Tatum breaking out of a deep thought finally pipped up,
“They didn't ask me if I liked to hunt.” Tatum complained.
“Yeah cause there’s no way a girl could’ve killed them.” Stu bobbed in.
“That is so sexist, the killer could’ve easily been a female. Basic instinct.” Tatum explained.
“That was an ice-pick not exactly the same” Randy interfered.
“It wasn't a girl.” I admitted. The group went silent, almost surprised at my sudden outburst. They had forgotten I was there, I was attacked, but I survived.
“Oh why’s that?” asked Randy. I looked down at the bandage covering my inner thigh. A twinge of guilt hit my heart.
“Show some compassion, asshole,” Tatum hushed him while smacking him in the shoulder.
“How.. Do you gut someone?...” Sidney randomly spoke up causing everyone’s but my own attention to be diverted to her. No one responded. Until Stu spoke up,
“You take a knife, and slit them from groin to sternum.” he explained, I looked at him with horror in my eyes.
“It's called tact, you fuckrag” Billy taunted while Tatum hit him with the back of her hand. Randy cleared his throat trying to clear the awkward silence.
“Hey, Stu? Didn't you used to date Casey?” He changed the subject.
“Yeah for like two seconds.” Stu defended himself. You almost laughed to yourself, it was indeed NOT two seconds. You remembered when Casey and Stu were dating. Hot and heavy and all over each other. God, you remember being so jealous.
“Before she dumped him for Steve.” I joked trying to lighten the mood.
“I thought you dumped her for me?” Tatum asked.
“I did! She’s full of shit!”
Again the answer to “who broke up with who” was lost to time.
“And are the police aware you dated the victim?” Randy provoked.
“What are you saying? That I killed her or something?” Stu defended. I can’t imagine Stu or any of my friends as the killer. That would make it so much worse. But they couldn’t, they wouldn’t, at least not to me right? The memories of last night started to flood my mind.
“It would certainly improve your high school Q.” Randy sneered.
“Fuck you nut-case, where were you last night?” Tatum interfered
“Working, thank you!” Randy explained.
“What, at the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass.” Tatum jeered.
“Twice!” Randy exclaimed. A silence prevailed after his statement before Stu spoke once again.
“I didn't kill anybody.”
“No one said you did.” Billy reassured his friend.
“Thanks buddy!” Stu cheered.
“Besides- It takes a man to do something like that!” Randy jokes clearly mocking Stu.
“I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid,” Stu threatened.
“Hey, is it true that you put her liver in the mailbox? I heard they found her liver in the mailbox,” Randy continued mockingly
“Randy you goon-fuck im tryna eat here!” Tatum exclaimed agitatedly.
“Yeah liver alone!” Stu laughed at his own remark, but with that I grabbed my bag and left my friends at the fountain. The group glared at Stu for his ignorance.
“What? What did I do?” he asked genuinely before sighing and following quickly in pursuit of the girl. Stu swiftly caught up because of his long, strong legs.
“You two were being immature.” I muttered.
“Hey, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean any harm.” He pleaded. I know it wasn’t their intention, but they poked a fresh wound in my heart.
I turned to look at him and any anger or agitation I felt earlier melted away. I can’t stay angry at him.
“I know Stu, it's okay, really.” I reassured him, with a huff. He found this answer satisfactory and his lips immediately slipped back into a smile.
“That’s my girl!” He exclaimed proudly. My heart couldn’t help but flutter and my cheeks couldn’t help but redden at this remark. He swiftly pulled me into a hug lifting my feet off the ground.
For a brief second, that missing piece was filled. Or at least forgotten about for the time being.
~~~
Once we were dismissed from school I started towards where cheer practice was being held. Once I made my way outside to the football fields, I signaled for Tatum so at her next break she ran over to talk to me on the bleachers.
“Hey girlie! What’s up?” she greeted.
“I know this is short notice but could I spend the night at your house? I can't be in my house without my brother right now.” I admitted. Tatum smiled softly and reached one arm around my shoulders giving me a squeeze.
“Of course, Sid is too since her dad is out of town. Looks like practice might run over, head over to Sid’s and I'll give her a call!" she offered. I smiled and hugged her goodbye.
~~~
Sidney’s house, like many of my friend’s, just got bigger every time I saw it. I parked my car in her driveway and swiftly walked up to her door. It only took Sidney a few moments to answer and open the door once I rang the doorbell.
“Hi lovely!” Sid greeted me with a comforting hug. I smiled in response, hugging her back. She led me to her couch where she promptly plopped down, flicking on the TV. As we skimmed the channels they all seemed to be filled with pictures of Steve, Casey, me and even Sidney’s mother. We eventually settled on a cartoon playing quietly in the background as Sid and I chatted.
I checked the clock, It was a little after 7. Sid had told me Tatum would be here to get us at 7, when cheer practice ended. I glanced over at Sid who was softly snoozing on her couch.
A few minutes later the phone rang, a jolt of terror and anxiety coursed through my veins as I cautiously reached for the receiver.
“Hey girl! I was right, practice ran over. I’ll be there soon though!” Tatum explained reassuringly. I was relieved to hear Tatum’s voice and not you know who. The call between Tatum and I had woken the peaceful Sidney. A few moments later the phone rang again, this time Sidney answered.
“Tatum?” Sidney questioned.
“Hello Sidney” The Man greeted.
“Who is this?”
“You tell me. Scary night isn't it? With all these murders.”
“Aha Randy you gave yourself away, you calling from work? Tatum’s on her way over.”
“Do you like scary movies, Sidney?”
“You know I don’t watch that crap.”
“Why not?”
“Well for starters they are all the same. It's always some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act, who always runs up the stairs when she should be running out the door.”
“Are you alone in the house?”
“You disappoint me Randy, so unoriginal.”
“Maybe that's because I'm not Randy'' This time the man said it louder, loud enough from me to hear the familiar voice. I froze in terror.
“So who are you then?” Sid questioned still not believing the man.
“The question isn’t ‘who am I,' it's ‘where am I.'” The man explained. I finally found the courage to speak.
“Sid.. that’s not Randy.. That’s him…” Sidney just stared at me with fear and disbelief. Sid rapidly hung up the phone, and backed away. Just then a cloaked figure busted out from the hall closet with a knife.
“RUN SIDNEY!” I screamed, I stupidly ran towards the killer and the stairs. I landed a punch on the killer, disorientating him for just long enough for Sidney and I to start running up the stairs. As Sidney reached the top of her steps I felt hands wrap around my ankle, dragging me back down the steps. I managed to use my free leg to land a kick to the side of the killer's head. I stumbled as quickly as I could up the rest of the steps into Sidney’s room. I slammed Sid’s door and propped open her closet door.
Sidney was already contacting 911 using her computer, when the figure's cloaked arm ravaged through the crack in the doorway. He was swinging his knife furiously, praying to hit or slash anything. I tried to shut him out completely before he broke Sidney’s door. I realized it was a lost cause as he slashed my forearm.
“FUCK!” I yelled backing up from the door.
I clutched my arm now bleeding profusely. I glanced back at the killer just for him to be gone.
A sound from Sidney’s window startled us both until we saw that it was Billy climbing through,
“Billy! Please help! He’s here, the killer he’s here! He’s trying to kill us!” Sidney explained while being supported by her boyfriend's arms. I just looked away from the sight as I clutched my arm, trying to apply as much pressure as possible.
“Hey Billy..” I muttered quietly, causing him to glance at me with concern, I didn't look back at him.
“Shh, Sid it's okay.. Im here” he comforted Sidney, it wasn't until I heard something from his pocket drop, did I look back at the two.
A Cellular phone? No it wasn't Billy, the attacker was taller. Sidney gasped before backing away.
“Wait babe no,” Billy pleaded as Sidney grabbed my good arm and pulled me out of her room, down the stairs.
“Sidney stop, it's not Billy! It Couldn’t have been him!! The attacker was taller!” I pleaded with her, but she didn't listen.
Seconds later, Sidney flung the front door open, with me following quickly in pursuit. As the door opened we were met with the killer’s mask. We screamed only for Dewey to reveal it was just him holding the mask.
“The killer, he's in the house!” Sidney exclaimed, pointing towards her stairs. I could only clutch my wound and watch as the police entered the house.
