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roman bridger x kelly something soethign
day 2 of attempting to convince my mutuals (and also everyone) to watch scream
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.
day 1 (but not rlly bc I’ve been a menace abt this in my moots’ DMs for weeks now) of attempting to convince my mutuals (and also everyone) to watch scream
Scream (1996) dir. Wes Craven
#me when i'm looking at gif edits of scary movies on [tumblr] and hear a scary noise outside... but then go back to [tumblr]
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- 3k
A/n- hi, my friends have all told me to post this here! This was my scream fanfic I wrote 3 years ago. This was the second fanfic I ever wrote… so the grammar isn’t great, and it definitely gets better farther into it. It’s only half completed and everything so far is approx, 30k words. But will be split into parts! Will I go back and edit things? Maybe. Enjoy…
(I tried to remove every mention of Y/N)
MDNI 18+ Part Two!!!
I was lounging peacefully on my best friend, Casey Becker’s bed flipping through the latest issue of whatever teen magazine she had lying around. Casey was at her desk, she called me over to “Study”, but we had done none of that. It had been at least an hour of Casey blabbing about the latest drama at our incredibly ordinary highschool, Woodsboro High. Her cassette player was playing some familiar pop song that I quietly hummed along too. I suddenly heard a sound from just outside the window which caught Casey and I’s attention.
“Casey what the fuck was that..?” I questioned as we exchanged looks. I got up and slowly started to step toward the window. I held one arm up shielding Casey from whatever might be there, warning her to get back. We screamed as my brother- wait my brother? What is my brother doing at my best friend's window?
“STEVEN?!!” I yelled at him angrily, grabbing a pillow off of Casey’s bed and aiming it at his head.
“Oh shit! What are you doing here?”
“I'm always here. Casey is my best friend, what are you doing here?” I pointed a finger at him. He said nothing and I glanced back to Casey whose cheeks were bright red and eyes avoiding my glance.
“Oh. My. God… Gross!” I teased the boy.
“shut up sis..” my brother grumbled. Casey giggled furiously as he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her deeply.
“YUCK, get a room!” I said fake gagging and turning away from them. Unluckily, I was within arms reach from the two lovers, resulting in my brother shoving me away.
“Sorry, we meant to tell you.” Casey said apologetically. She pulled away from Steve and gently grabbed my shoulders, smiling softly. I just glared in disgust and disbelief.
“Honest!!” Casey assured me giggling, as my brother pulled her away and kissed her neck.
Jesus christ that's gross. Well, no, god I'd kill to be like that with someone, but not my brother. The thought made me gag and plop down on Casey’s bed.
“We were going to tell you soon.” My Brother admitted as he reluctantly pulled off of my best friend.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I think I might barf. See you two later,” I said while collecting my stuff from around Casey’s room. But the two lovers paid me no attention.
“Bye.” I said with a sarcastic tone in my voice.
“Okay bye!!” Casey called after me while being bombarded with kisses from Steve. I continued down the steps of Casey’s house. Casey’s family was definitely what I’d call ‘Well Off’, at least a mile or so from any neighbors with a huge pool in the backyard. I reached my car noticing Steve’s parked slightly further away, not like it mattered, her parents were still out. As I slinked into my car, slowly inserting the key and turning the ignition.
~~~
Waking up the next morning audibly groaning when seeing that I needed to get up. I fumbled out of bed, scrounging around for a decent outfit to wear. I managed to pull on an old band t-shirt, along with Jean shorts and a brown leather jacket. It wasn't really cold out but it was my brother’s and made me feel safe.
I fumbled with my father’s necklace, it was a simple locket with a picture of my mother on one side and my brother and I on the other. He wasn't dead or anything, but when he left it was hard on us all. Especially me. We shared the same movie and music taste, so it was like a piece of me went missing when he did.
Luckily, my mom met this great guy, Phil. He’s a sweetie and who I call my father. But, it’s just not the same.
I groggily looked into the mirror to see a set of tired eyes facing back. After brushing my teeth and hair, I decided I should probably see if Steve had returned. I reluctantly knocked and opened his door, I saw no sleeping figure of Steve assuming he slept at Casey’s.
I hurried downstairs, I never really ate in the mornings. I don't know if it was genetic, or anxiety, or an impending sense of doom, but I felt nauseous in the mornings.
As I pulled my car into the school parking lot, I looked across the front lawn to see kids walking to class or some just messing around with each other. I parked my car right next to my brothers. I guess I was right, Steve did spend the night.
I managed to squeeze my way through the crowds of kids flooding the front entrance and hallways to my locker. There I saw two of my friends Sidney Prescott and Tatum Riley. Tatum was leaning against her locker which was right next to Sidney’s and coincidentally mine.
“Hey guys!” I said cheerfully, happy to see them. Sidney spared me a smile and a wave.
“Hey girl! what's up!?” Tatum asked, matching my cheerful energy. Whatever they were talking about earlier clearly didn't matter.
“Okay so I don’t know if I can tell you guys this but..” I whispered as I looked around to make sure no one was listening. “Oh my god, spill now!” Tatum exclaimed with her jaw dropping and hitting me in a joking manner.
“My brother and Casey Becker are going out!” I explained, receiving a sympathetic look from Tatum, catering no attention from Sid. “What..?”
“Everyone but you knew that.” Tatum explained. “Honestly, you're so oblivious that i'm not surprised you didn't know.”
“Rude.” I huffed
“Wait, everyone knows what?” Stu said, lurking behind Tatum, scaring the crap out of her. Stu was rocking his iconic stupid smile, as he teased.
“Casey and Steve.” Tatum explained
“Oh yeah, I'm surprised she moved on that quickly.” Stu said with a faulty pout. Oh yeah another piece of common knowledge. Stu and Casey broke up during junior year right before Christmas. I had heard all about it from Casey and Stu’s perspective. It’s a whole bunch of “he said” “she said”. She had a crush on someone, and Stu was obviously in love with someone else. Who officially ended it however, is something we will never know.
“Yeah I'm sure you must be surprised, because no girl could ever get over you” I said sarcastically, teasing him, he still just smiled as he rested his chin on his girlfriend's head. He was about to respond before the warning bell cut him off.
“C’mon Stuart, go to class” I said, almost rolling my eyes off my head. He swiftly pecked his girlfriend on the cheek then walked her down the hallway to their next class.
Once I plopped my bag down next to my seat, I looked over to see Casey doodling hearts in her notebook.
“Aww someone’s got a crush!” I said jokingly, only for her to giggle as a response. I suddenly noticed what looked to be like- a hickey? Gross, omg. Then the memories of last night came back. Along with a new sense of loneliness, but the same disgust as before.
“Is that a hickey!?” I whispered dramatically, clearly teasing Casey about It.
“Oh hush, you’re just jealous.” She said matter of factly as I gagged. “Anyways, my house tonight? Movie night? I rented ‘The Exorcist’!” She whispered excitedly to avoid Miss Fulbright and any other weirdos from hearing.
“You’re on.” I said confirming the plans. All throughout the school day I had something I was looking forward to, movie night with my best friend. What could be any better?
~~~
In the kitchen, the blonde was opening some Jiffy-Pop, while I looked through the movies rented by Casey and I. Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween, Child’s Play, The Omen, Prom Night,- Found it! The Exorcist.
“Hello my love,” I said as I clutched the movie to my chest. I popped open the case open but before I grabbed the VHS a sharp ringing grabbed my attention.
“Could you get that please?!” Casey called out from the kitchen.
“Yeah, I got it!” I responded by moving my hand toward the receiver. “Hello?” I questioned the plastic phone.
“Hello? Who is this?” A voice, assumingly a man, said, a bit shocked.
“Who are you trying to reach?” I asked the man.
“What number is this?”
“What number are you trying to reach?
“I don't know.”
“I think you have the wrong number,” I concluded
“Do I?” The man questioned
“It happens. Take it easy!” I said hanging up the receiver, walking into the kitchen to check on Casey. The line rang again. Another incoming call?
“Hello?”
“I'm sorry, I guess I dialed the wrong number.” The man apologized.
“Then why’d you dial it again?” I asked playfully.
“To apologize.”
“You’re forgiven. Bye now!”
“Wait, don't hang up.”
“Hmm, why’s that?”
“I want to talk to you for a second.”
“They have 900 numbers for that. See ya!” I hung up for a second time, a bit agitated but curious.
“Who was that?” Casey inquired curiously.
“Just a wrong number,” I answered. Satisfied with that answer, Casey returned to the gas stove, turning it on under the Jiffy-pop. I set the phone down on the counter going over to get a glass of water. The sharp ringing pierced my ears again. Casey glanced at me but I just sighed and answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Why don’t you want to talk to me?”
“Who is this?”
“Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine.” The man hummed
“I don’t think so..” I answered as Casey shook the kernels.
“What’s that noise?” The man asked
“Popcorn.” I answered
“You’re making popcorn?” I hummed in response before he continued.”I only eat popcorn at the movies.”
“Well, we are going to watch one.”
“We? Who are you with?”
“My friend.”
“Okay, what movie?”
“Guess,” I said playfully, deciding to mess with this guy a little. I heard the man laugh before he continued.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I give up.”
“I’ll give you a hint! It’s a scary movie!”
“Do you like scary movies?”
“Oh, I love them, you?”
“Yes. What’s your favorite scary movie?”
“Oh, I don't know, I can't pick just one” I whined at the unfair question.
“You have to have a favorite.”
“Hmm, let's see, probably ‘The Omen’ but, I love the Exorcist too.” I ranted
“Isn’t that the one with the demon child? With the ‘666’ on his head?”
“Bingo!” I said giggling
“The kid’s name was Damien, right? I liked that movie.”
“The first one but the rest sucked.” I was geeking out about horror movies to a random dude. What’s wrong with me?
“So, you got a boyfriend?”
“Why, you wanna ask me out on a date?” I asked leaning against the counter and twirling my hair between my fingers. Casey eyed me before giggling at my antics.
“Maybe, do you have a boyfriend?”
“No,” I admitted, a little embarrassed.
“You never told me your name.”
“Why do you want to know my name?” I asked flirtatiously
“Because I want to know who I'm looking at..”
“What..” My expression dropped at his response.
“Because I want to know who I’m talking to.”
“That’s not what you said” Before he could continue, I hung up the receiver and looked worriedly at Casey.
“Don’t worry girl, probably just some prank caller,” Casey said in an attempt to comfort me. I sat down at the counter, still shaken by the call moments earlier. I jumped slightly as the phone went off again. As the popcorn finally started to pop I cautiously reached towards the phone. Casey turned around and got it first.
“Hello?”
“Oh, hello…”
“Why are you bothering— I mean, my friend?” Casey asked. I flinched slightly as she almost revealed my name to the man.
“I thought we were gonna go out?”
“No, she’s busy right now. Bye-bye.”
“Don’t hang up on me!”
“Gotta go,” Casey said, cutting the man off and hanging up. I shot her a thankful look and we tried to laugh it off. I started to relax before the familiar ringing bounced in my ears.
“What do you want?” Casey demanded, clearly pissed off.
“To talk.”
“Dial someone else then.” She said hanging up on the man for a second time. I anticipated the phone to ring again, There it was.
“Listen asshole!” Casey screamed into the receiver.
“NO YOU LISTEN TO ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH! IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I WILL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”
Casey and I froze and exchanged worried glances.
“Is this some kind of joke? What do you want?”
“To see what your insides look like.”
Casey yelped and angrily threw the phone down onto the receiver. I was clearly shaking, staring at the phone. We practically leaped out of our skins when the doorbell chimed.
Nope nope nope, fuck that.
“Who’s there?” Casey called out. I almost facepalmed at her stupidity. I reached for the receiver ready to dial 911, when the phone jolted in my hand ringing again.
“Don’t you know never to ask ‘who’s there’? Haven’t you seen the movies? It's a deathwish.”
I couldn’t bring myself to respond. I was petrified with fear. Casey snatched the phone out of my hand to yell at the caller
“Look enough is enough. You had your fun now you better leave us alone or else,” Casey threatened.
“Or else what?”
“My boyfriend will be here any second and he’ll be pissed when I tell him!”
“Oh yeah?”
“He’ll be here any second and your sorry ass better be gone. I swear it, he’s big and he plays football and he’ll kick the shit out of you!” Casey yelled into the receiver, but what the caller said next made us both freeze.
“His name wouldn’t happen to be... Steve... Would it?”
“What…” Casey muttered
“Turn on the porch light” The man instructed.
I slowly stumbled over towards the sliding back doors. My shaky hands reached for the light switch. Casey watched Intensely as I flicked on the porch light.
Casey and I screamed as the beat-up and bloodied figure of my brother was duct-taped to a patio chair. His eyes were wide and pleading with us. Casey ran to unlock the doors until we heard the voice speak again.
“I wouldn’t do that If I were you.” He warned.
I grabbed the phone out of Casey’s hand as she watched Steve struggle.
“Why... Why are you doing this?” I pleaded with the man.
“Oh, don't worry doll. I would never hurt you.”
I shook my head and glanced between my brother and Casey, who was pressed against the glass doors.
“Please don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt my brother…” I pleaded again into the phone as tears built up in the corners of my eyes.
“That all depends on her.” I knew he was referring to Casey so I handed her the phone.
“What do you want from us?” Casey managed to say in between stifled sobs.
“I want to play a game.”
“No please…”
“Then he dies right now.”
“NO!” We shrieked in unison
“Which is it?”
“Casey, please you have to play the game. We can’t lose him.” I pleaded with Casey.
“Turn off the patio light.” She reluctantly flicked off the light trying to ignore Steve’s muffled cries of help. Once the light was off he spoke again.
“Here’s how we play. I ask a question and if you get it right, Steve lives!” Fear coursed through my veins
“No..” Casey muttered again.
“Oh come on, It's an easy category. Movie trivia.” I almost sighed in relief. I can help her with this.
“I’ll even give you a warm up question. One catch though, your little friend Y/N can’t help you.” I froze, fear immediately circulating in my body again. It's like he knew what I was thinking- wait how the fuck did he know my name?
“Name the killer in ‘Halloween’.” I stared at Casey pleadingly, holding her shoulders trying to console her.
“Oh come on. It’s easy. He had a white mask, he stalked the babysitters?” I nudged Casey trying to get her to focus. Think Casey, think, this is easy! She was a nervous wreck, barely able to speak.
“Please stop.” She murmured
“What’s his name? Steve’s counting on you.” Casey sobbed harder before answering
“Michael, Michael Myers..” She said hesitantly
“Yes!” the man shouted excitedly. Sicko.
“Now for the real question. Name the killer in ‘Friday the 13th’.” I froze, this is a trick question. This man is psychotic.
“C’mon Casey, think really hard about this. Focus please.” I begged.
“I- no I cant” Casey sobbed out, as you placed a comforting yet firm hand on her shoulder.
“I thought I said no help?”
“I'm not.” I admitted through gritted teeth.
“Jason! Jason! It was Jason!” Casey said confidently. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as I prepared for what was going to happen.
“No…” I muttered under my breath.
“I'm afraid that’s incorrect.”
“No! It was Jason! I saw that movie twenty goddamned times! It was Jason!” Casey screamed desperately.
“Then you should know that Jason’s mother- Mrs. Vorhees was the original killer, Jason didn't show up until the sequel.” Casey gasped and stifled a sob.
“Lucky for you, there’s a bonus round! But I’m afraid poor Steve… is out!”
I ran to turn on the porch patio lights as screams ripped through our throats. In front of us was Steve with his guts spilling out. I turned around kneeling as I grabbed the sides of my head. Tears now falling freely down my face.
No no no no no no please god no. I clutched his jacket that I was wearing and listened for the voice on the other end of the phone.
“Bonus round. What door am I at?”
“FUCK YOU!” I grabbed the phone, managing to keep the boil down long enough to yell at him.
“Oh you will.” The man said egotistically. I was disgusted and full of so many emotions. I stood up quickly looking around glancing at my brother once more.
A patio chair came crashing through the glass doors. Casey managed to avoid the chair and falling glass, screaming as she ran to the kitchen.
Unluckily, the chair had hit my head. I fell to the floor littered with glass shards. I closed my eyes and clutched my head feeling a warm sticky liquid trickle down. Either the blood came from a head injury or the smaller cuts on my hands, I didn’t know.
I managed to open my eyes slightly as a figure stepped through the broken glass door to stand over me. I tried to crawl away but he hooked his arms under my shoulders and dragged me towards the plush sofa. Then his attention was drawn by Casey in the kitchen, he set me down roughly on the couch and my vision went dark.
My eyes shot open to the sound of the fire alarm and more glass breaking. My vision was clouded by a thin layer of smoke, I needed to find Casey. I stumbled dizzily, cutting my feet from the glass shards strewn about the carpet. Coughing harshly from the smoke inhalation.
When I finally reached the front door I was relieved to fill my lungs with fresh air. I looked around and saw a figure on top of Casey. Without hesitation, or much thought. I stumbled towards the figure pushing him off of a now bleeding Casey.
I cradled Casey in my arms,
“Casey no, it’s gonna be okay I promise.” I swore, before standing back up to meet my opponent. I don't want to die, but I’d sure as hell die for her. I managed to hold my ground even as I felt a knife gash at my upper thigh. Shit! That definitely hit something important.
As blood poured from my thigh I landed a punch on the killer’s mask but it didn't do much. He pushed me to the ground, knocking the air out of my lungs and it landed me unconsciousness.
I groggily opened my eyes when I heard a high-pitched shrill scream. I looked at my surroundings to see Casey’s parents staring at a hanging figure of Casey. Her guts displayed out for all the angels above to see.
“Mr and Mrs. Becker?” I managed to croak out loud enough to get her father’s attention before the pain in my head, and on my thigh overwhelmed my senses and my vision went black for a third time.
Damnit!
~~~
The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital room filled with several people. I recognized a couple of them as my mom and dad, along with Sheriff Burke and Deputy Dewey Riley. A nurse was checking on my vitals as my Mother talked with a doctor.
“Mom?” I croaked out, my throat and mouth were dry. That gained the attention of everyone in the room. My mother and step-father gave me a look of relief.
“Hi sweetie, how are you feeling?” My mother asked as she sat down next to my bed placing a hand on mine.
“Thirsty.” I managed to croak. She was about to say something but before she could, Sheriff Burke interrupted. The nurse had left the room.
“Miss Orth, we are gonna need to ask you a few questions regarding earlier this evening.” He said looking at me, I nodded. The nurse walked back carrying a Dixie cup filled with water. I downed the small cup of water and cleared my throat.
“Can you please explain the timeline of events that happened at Casey Becker’s house?” He interrogated, the memories of earlier this evening came rushing back.
“Wait, no, Casey… Steve..?” I questioned practically begging anyone to say anything, to reassure me they were okay. That was when I noticed my mother's red and puffy face. Tears started to form at the corners of my eyes. Phil, my step-father, placed a hand on my shoulder as Deputy Dewey cleared his throat as if he was about to say something. I held up one hand and wiped my tears with the other. I looked around only to receive pitied looks and sympathetic smiles.
The rest of the night was a blur, I had explained in detail what happened at Casey’s with the mysterious caller.
The doctors said I was able to return home, surprisingly I sustained no concussion, and the gash were swiftly bandaged. They would scar over but I could take the bandages off In a week or so.
When I finally returned to my bed and rested my head against my pillow I was out almost simultaneously. What felt like a mere couple of seconds later I woke up with a jolt to my alarm.
I pondered if going to school was a good idea, I hesitantly got out of bed deciding I needed the distraction. When I glanced at Steve’s bedroom door I felt my heart clench, I shook my head still in denial. I saw it happen, he isn't going to come back.
And soon it felt like my dad had left again. Another piece of my heart was missing.
billy loomis....William loomis....billiam loomis...
Think about it.
