#stranger things ghostface

[i-heart-slashers]

You’re Mine | chapter ten

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.

Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?…

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character death(s), harassment, violence, murder, stalking, slasher killer, killing spree. gore. toxic relationship.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.5k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character deaths. threats. mentions of toxic relationship. manhandling. physical assualt. swearing.

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The halls of Hawkins High felt heavier the next morning, as if the walls themselves were mourning. News of Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers' murders had spread like wildfire before first period even started. Whispers followed Kimberly everywhere. Every locker slam made her flinch.

She found Steve by his locker, staring blankly at the inside door where a faded photo of him and Nancy still hung. His eyes were red-rimmed, jaw tight. When he noticed her, he tried to force a casual smile, but it cracked instantly.

"Hey, Kimmy..."

Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. Steve stiffened for half a second, then hugged her back fiercely, burying his face in her shoulder. His breathing hitched.

"I know you guys weren't together anymore," Kimberly whispered, "but I also know you still cared about her. I'm so sorry, Steve."

Steve let out a shaky breath. "We fought the night before... stupid shit. I told her to be careful. I should've stayed with her. I should've—"

"You couldn't have known." She pulled back just enough to look at him. "None of us could."

He nodded, but the guilt in his eyes didn't fade. They stood like that for a long moment, two broken pieces trying to hold each other together while the rest of the school buzzed around them like nothing had changed.

Lunch came, but Kimberly had no appetite. More of her friends were dying, someone was targeting the teens of Hawkins, and no one knew who would be next.

She slipped out of the cafeteria early, needing air, needing to be anywhere but surrounded by gossip. The hallway was nearly empty; most kids were still eating. She turned a corner toward the side exit and froze.

Jason Carver stepped out from beside the trophy case, blocking her path. His letterman jacket looked too tight on his broad shoulders, fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were bloodshot, wild with grief and rage.

"Kimberly."

She took a step back. "Jason... I don't want to talk right now."

"Too fucking bad." He advanced, grabbing her upper arm hard enough that she winced. He shoved her back against the lockers, the metal rattling. "You're gonna tell me what the hell you said to Chrissy that night."

Kimberly's heart hammered. "Let go of me—"

"You talked her into dumping me," His voice cracked with fury. "Right before she died. You filled her head with shit about me, made her hate me. And now she's gone!" He slammed his other hand against the locker beside her head. "What did you say?!"

Tears stung her eyes. "I just told her she deserved better... Jason, you're hurting me. Please—"

"Better?" He laughed bitterly, leaning in closer. "I loved her. I would've done anything for her. And you... you tried to take her from me. She was mine."

His grip tightened painfully. Kimberly's breath came in short gasps. For a terrifying second, she was sure this was it—he was going to snap, just like he'd snapped on Chrissy.

"Get your hands off her!"

Eddie came sprinting down the hall, curls flying, eyes blazing. He shoved Jason hard, forcing him to release Kimberly. Jason stumbled back, glaring daggers at Eddie.

"Stay out of this, freak," Jason snarled.

Eddie positioned himself between them, arms spread protectively despite his fear. "Touch her again, and I swear to God, Carver, they'll be scraping you off the floor."

Jason's lip curled into a slow, dangerous smile. "Keep running your mouth, Munson. First Chrissy, now you're playing hero for her little best friend? Careful. People who get too close to this bitch tend to end up dead."

The threat hung in the air like smoke. Jason shot Kimberly one last venomous look, then stormed off down the hall, shoulders rigid.

The second he was gone, Kimberly's legs buckled. A small, broken cry escaped her as she slid down the lockers to the floor. Eddie dropped to his knees in front of her instantly.

"Hey, hey, Kimmy—don't cry," he said softly, voice cracking with worry. He cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing away the tears already spilling down her cheeks. "If you cry, then I'm gonna cry, and neither of us wants that. I look ugly when I cry. Trust me."

A watery laugh slipped out despite everything. Eddie grinned, relieved, and pulled her into a tight hug. "There she is. You're okay. I've got you."

After school, Eddie refused to let her walk home alone.

They ended up at the old quarry, sitting on the hood of his van with the doors open, music playing low from the radio. The sun was already dipping low, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges. Kimberly hugged her knees to her chest, still shaken.

"You really think it's him?" Eddie asked quietly, passing her a warm can of Coke from the front seat.

Kimberly stared at the ripples on the water below. "I don't know anymore. He was so angry, Eddie. The way he grabbed me... it felt like he wanted to hurt me. And after what he said to me before Chrissy died..." She shook her head. "The timing is too perfect. She breaks up with him because of me, and then she's gone the same night?"

Eddie was quiet for a long moment, picking at the frayed hole in his jeans.

"I hate that I'm even saying this," he muttered, "but Carver's a prick. Always has been. But killing Chrissy? And Nancy and Jonathan? That's... that's next-level. Part of me still thinks this is something else."

Kimberly looked at him. "You don't believe it's just a normal killer, do you?"

Eddie gave a weak smile. "I don't know what I believe anymore. But I do know one thing—" He turned to face her fully. "I'm not letting that asshole near you again. Not alone. Okay?"

Kimberly studied his face. For once, there was no sarcasm, no theatrical flair. Just genuine worry, so she nodded. "Okay."

Eddie bumped her shoulder lightly. "Good. Because I've got a reputation to protect. Can't have the town freak failing at the whole 'damsel in distress' rescue thing."

She laughed softly, and for a few minutes the quarry felt almost peaceful. Eddie turned the music up a little and sang dramatically off-key to make her smile. It almost worked.

But as the sun finally disappeared, a chill settled over them. Eddie drove her home in silence, both of them glancing at the rearview mirror more than necessary.

"Lock your doors tonight," he said as she climbed out. "And if anything feels off, you call me. I don't care what time it is."

"I will," she promised as she got out of his van, then turned back to look through the open window. "Thank you, Eddie. For today."

He gave her a two-finger cheeky salute and waited until she was safely inside before driving off.

That night, the Munson trailer sat quiet under a pale moon. Eddie sprawled on the old couch in a faded Hellfire Club shirt, half-watching a cheesy slasher on the TV. His fingers drummed nervously on his knee. Every shadow in the trailer felt too long tonight.

A faint tapping noise came from the back hallway.

Eddie muted the TV. "Wayne?" No answer. He stood slowly, heart picking up speed, and crept down the narrow hall.

He stopped at the doorway to Wayne's room. Nothing. Then the tapping came again louder. He spun around.... just a tree branch scraping against the open window.

"Fuck," Eddie muttered, relief flooding him. He stepped inside and reached to close it.

A shadow moved in his peripheral vision.

He barely had time to gasp before a black-robed figure surged forward. The white Ghostface mask gleamed in the dim light, and the knife flashed as Eddie was knocked onto Wayne's bed.

"Jesus H. Christ!"

Eddie twisted desperately as the blade came down, stabbing into the mattress where his head had been a second earlier. He kicked out hard, catching the killer in the stomach and sending him stumbling back. The knife clattered to the floor.

He scrambled up, trying to throw punches, but the killer was stronger, faster. A brutal fist to the face split his lip. Another blow to the ribs dropped him to his knees. The killer grabbed him by the hair and slammed him into the wall, then snatched the knife again.

Eddie felt hot lines of pain across his arms and side as the blade slashed. Blood soaked his shirt. In a desperate move, he snatched the heavy bedside lamp and swung it with everything he had. It cracked against the killer's masked head, knocking Ghostface to the side.

And he didn't wait. He bolted through the trailer, knocking over chairs, bursting out the front door with a raw scream.

"Help!"

Blood dripped from his fingers as he sprinted across the lot toward the neighbor's trailer, where a light still burned. He pounded on the door with both fists.

"Help! Please, someone—!"

Behind him, slow footsteps crunched on gravel. Eddie looked back in horror.

Ghostface walked steadily toward him, knife in hand, casually wiping Eddie's blood off the blade with the edge of his robe. The mask tilted slightly, almost curious.

"Fucking help me!" Eddie screamed, slamming his fist on the door again. "Open the goddamn door!"

The neighbor's porch light flickered once.

Then went dark.

Eddie's scream tore through the night as the killer lunged.

[i-heart-slashers]

You’re Mine | chapter nine

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.

Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?…

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character death(s), harassment, violence, murder, stalking, slasher killer, killing spree. gore. toxic relationship.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.5k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character deaths, threats, mentions of toxic relationship, prey/predator behavior, swearing.

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The Wheeler house stood quiet under the blanket of night, its familiar suburban facade hiding the storm of paranoia brewing inside. Nancy and Jonathan had claimed the living room as their makeshift detective headquarters, the coffee table cluttered with notebooks, newspaper clippings, and a large corkboard propped against the wall.

Red twine crisscrossed the board like veins, connecting photos and scribbled notes in a web of suspicion. Nancy, ever the aspiring journalist, paced back and forth, her sharp eyes scanning the board as if it held the key to unlocking the nightmare that had descended on Hawkins.

Jonathan sat on the edge of the couch, rubbing his temples. The two had been at it for hours, piecing together theories about Chrissy's brutal murder and the attempt on Kimberly's life.

Nancy was still rattled by Kimberly's breakdown at school earlier that day—the way her friend had screamed awake from some invisible horror. She wanted answers, needed them, like Nancy Drew chasing a phantom clue.

"Okay, so what do Chrissy Cunningham and Kimberly have in common?" Nancy asked, stopping mid-stride to face Jonathan. She tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, her brow furrowed in concentration.

They both pondered, the silence broken only by the faint tick of the wall clock. Chrissy and Kimberly had been inseparable best friends, but beyond that? No shared clubs, no overlapping social circles. They didn't even have common enemies—at least, none that jumped out. Nothing tied them together except...

"I think the obvious would be Carver," Jonathan said, leaning forward. His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it, a quiet anger.

Nancy nodded, her mind racing. "I thought that too, but there was just something about his attitude at lunch. He thinks Eddie Munson killed Chrissy, and he seemed so—"

"Douchey. Asshole-ish," Jonathan finished, smirking faintly despite the gravity. "Come on, Nance, he threatened Kimberly in front of us."

"No... honest," Nancy insisted, shaking her head. "He truly believes Eddie had something to do with Chrissy's death. But maybe he's just good at acting."

She sighed, turning back to the poster board. Jason Carver's yearbook photo stared back at her from the center, his smug grin mocking their efforts.

Red twine radiated from him like spokes on a wheel, linking to Chrissy's picture, Kimberly's, and scattered notes: "Jealous ex?" "Threats?" "Alibi?" Nancy's fingers traced one of the strings, her mind replaying the day's events.

"I spoke to Eddie Munson today, after Kimberly left school," she said. "He said he was with her studying, and that Kimmy had been on the phone with Chrissy. They were talking about Jason. Eddie was under the impression that Kimberly had managed to talk Chrissy into leaving him."

Jonathan's eyes widened. "Wow. So that has to be it, right? We all know what Jason is like with Chrissy; he'd be angry if he thought she was dumping him. Then to find out it was Kimberly who helped?"

He reached for a spool of red twine on the table, cut a length, and pinned it between Jason's photo and Kimberly's. The board looked even more damning now, a visual indictment of the basketball star everyone whispered about. But Nancy wasn't convinced—not entirely. There were holes, inconsistencies that nagged at her.

Nancy leaned against the couch, rubbing her temples. "The police are dragging their feet. They say it's too early to accuse anyone, but come on. The way Chrissy was... mutilated. It screams personal. Jason's the only one who fits."

She glances at the board again, and other than Jason's picture, there was one of Billy Hargrove, but he didn't have any red twine coming from his picture.

"I mean, the police did arrest Billy, but there's nothing that connects him to this," she continued, crossing her arms. "He saved Kimberly. Why would a killer try to save their victim?"

Before Jonathan could respond, the lights flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness. The hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen cut off abruptly, leaving only the distant chirp of crickets outside.

Jonathan groaned. "Fuse box again?"

Nancy shrugged, fumbling in a drawer for a flashlight. She clicked it on, the beam cutting through the shadows like a knife.

"I got it. I'll be right back." Jonathan said, taking the light from her. He gave her a reassuring smile before heading downstairs, his footsteps echoing on the wooden stairs.

Nancy stayed upstairs, lighting a few candles scattered around the room. Their flames danced, casting eerie glows on the corkboard. Jason's face flickered in the firelight, his eyes seeming to follow her. She stared at it, lost in thought, piecing together the puzzle. A beat passed—too long. No lights came back on, and Jonathan didn't return.

Then, just as she frowned, the lights buzzed back to life, flooding the house with harsh fluorescence.

"They're on!" Nancy called out, her voice echoing down the hall. "Jonathan?" No answer. She peered down the hallway, straining to hear any sign of him—footsteps, a door closing. Nothing.

"Stop, that's not funny," she said, a hint of irritation masking the unease creeping in.

The phone rang—a shrill, insistent trill that shattered the silence. Nancy flinched, her heart leaping in fear. She picked up the receiver on the third ring, her voice cautious. "Hello?"

A pause, then a voice—deep, distorted, like gravel through a filter. "Hello, Nancy."

She froze, grip tightening. "Who is this?"

"Who's this?" the voice mocked, a low chuckle following. "You tell me."

Nancy's eyes darted to the windows, curtains open, but she couldn't make anything outside through the darkness. "I don't know who you are. What do you want?"

"To talk. You like solving mysteries, don't you? That pinboard of yours, very Nancy Drew."

Her blood ran cold. How did they know about the pinboard? She edged toward the window, peeking out. The yard was empty, shadows pooling under the trees. "This isn't funny. Hang up, or I'm calling the police."

The voice just laughs tauntingly, "They'd never make it to you in time."

She slammed the phone down, heart hammering. But it rang again almost immediately, insistent and mocking. She stared at it, willing it to stop, but curiosity—or fear—won out. She picked up. "Leave me alone!"

"Wrong answer," the voice purred. "You hang up on me again, and your boyfriend pays the price."

Nancy's blood ran cold. "Jonathan? What have you done to him?"

"Nothing... yet. He's just checking the fuses, right? But let's make this interesting. A little game. Answer my questions correctly, and maybe he walks away. Get them wrong... well, you know how these stories end."

She glanced toward the basement door—still shut, no sound from below. "You're bluffing."

"Am I? Turn on the back light, Nancy. See for yourself."

Her hand trembled as she flipped the switch by the door. The porch flooded with light, revealing the backyard—and there, slumped in a patio chair, was Jonathan. Bound with duct tape, a gag in his mouth, his eyes wide with terror. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead.

Nancy gasped, dropping the phone for a split second before snatching it back. "You bastard! Let him go!"

"Not until we play," the voice said, calm as ever. "Question one: Who killed Chrissy Cunningham?"

Tears stung her eyes as she stared at Jonathan through the glass door. He struggled against his bonds, muffled pleas escaping. "Jason... Jason Carver."

"Question two: What's the one rule you never break in a horror movie?"

"Don't... don't split up?" Nancy guessed, her mind scrambling.

"Close, but no. Never say 'I'll be right back.' Because you won't."

The line went dead. Nancy dropped the phone, fumbling with the door lock. She burst outside, racing to Jonathan. "I'm coming! Hold on!"

She tore at the ropes, her fingers slick with sweat. Jonathan's muffled warnings grew frantic, his head shaking wildly. "What? What is it?"

A rustle behind her. She spun—just in time to see the Ghostface mask emerge from the shadows, knife raised high. Nancy screamed, dodging the slash that whistled past her ear. She grabbed a lawn chair and swung it wildly, but the killer was faster and stronger.

Jonathan thrashed, trying to break free, but the killer lunged, plunging the knife into his chest. Blood sprayed as Jonathan's eyes bulged in shock. A gurgling cry escaped his gag as he slumped forward.

"No! Jonathan!" Nancy wailed, backing away. She turned to run, but the killer was on her, grabbing her hair and yanking her back. She fought, nails raking at the mask, until the knife sliced across her arm, hot pain exploding.

She broke free, stumbling toward the house, but the killer tackled her to the grass. The mask loomed over her, emotionless and white. "Please... why us? " she gasped.

"You got too close," the voice rasped, distorted even up close.

The knife descended—once, twice, three times. Nancy's screams echoed into the night, fading to wet gasps as blood pooled beneath her. The killer stood, wiping the blade on its robe, then vanished into the darkness.

[i-heart-slashers]

You’re Mine | chapter eight

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.

Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?…

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character death(s), harassment, violence, murder, stalking, slasher killer, killing spree. gore. toxic relationship.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of violent acts and murder. allusions to toxic relationship. mentions of gore.

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The classroom buzzed with the low hum of teenage boredom, the kind that settled over Hawkins High like a fog on a rainy afternoon. Hours had passed since the morning's chaos, but the weight of Chrissy's death lingered in the air, unspoken yet suffocating.

Kimberly sat slumped at her desk, surrounded by classmates droning through another English lesson. She tried to focus, her pencil idly tapping against her notebook, but exhaustion pulled at her like invisible strings. She leaned her head against Steve Harrington's shoulder, his familiar warmth a small anchor in the storm raging inside her.

The teacher, Mrs. Ellis, paced at the front of the room, her voice steady and academic as she delved into the Bard's darker themes. "According to Shakespeare, there was something operating in Nature, perhaps inside human nature itself, that was rotten. A canker, as he put it."

Her eyes swept across the sea of faces, lingering for a moment on the disinterested crowd. Kimberly stifled a yawn, her eyelids heavy, but she forced herself to listen. Mrs. Ellis continued, her tone thoughtful."Of course, Hamlet's response to this, and to his mother's lies, was to continually probe and dig, just like the gravediggers, always trying to get beneath the surface. The same was true, in a different way, in Julius Caesar. Michael, go ahead..."

She nodded to a teen standing awkwardly in front of the class, his book clutched to his chest like a shield. Michael squinted at the page, his voice halting as he stumbled through the lines, the poetry clashing against his slow drawl. The words blurred together in Kimberly's mind, the classroom's warmth wrapping around her like a blanket. Her head dipped lower, eyelids fluttering shut despite her best efforts. The boy's voice faded into a distant echo, replaced by something far more intimate—and chilling.

A soft, plaintive whisper cut through the haze. "Kimberly..."

Her eyes snapped open her heart pounding. There, at the front of the classroom, stood Chrissy—her best friend, pale and ethereal, watching her with wide, haunted eyes. Before Kimberly could speak, Chrissy turned and slipped out the door, her cheerleader skirt swishing silently.

Kimberly bolted from her seat, glancing warily at the teacher and the class. No one noticed; their heads remained bent over books, oblivious. She darted after Chrissy, pushing through the doorway into... not the hallway, but Chrissy's bedroom. Lightning cracked outside the window, illuminating the familiar posters and scattered pom-poms. Confusion twisted in Kimberly's gut. "Chrissy?"

A sickening squelch echoed from the corner. Kimberly whirled around, horror seizing her as she saw Chrissy, shaking, sobbing uncontrollably. Her friend's limbs jerked violently, twisting at unnatural angles with bone-crunching snaps. Chrissy's jaw dislocated with a wet pop, hanging grotesquely, and then her eyes... they burst like overripe fruit, blood and fluid spilling down her cheeks.

Kimberly gasped, frozen in terror, unable to move or scream. Another flash of lightning lit the room, revealing a shadowy figure in a black robe and ghostly white mask, Ghostface, lunging from the darkness. The knife gleamed as it slashed toward her. Kimberly threw her hands up, a scream ripping from her throat.

She jolted awake in the real classroom, lurching upright with a blood-curdling scream. Her arms flailed protectively, knocking books to the floor in a clatter. Nearby girls shrieked in surprise, scrambling away as Kimberly stumbled over desks, her eyes wild and disoriented.

The entire class stared, whispers rippling like waves. Mrs. Ellis rushed over, her face pale with concern. "Okay, okay, Kimberly! Everything's all right now. Kimberly!"

Kimberly spun around, breath ragged, scanning every corner for the killer. But there was only the sea of shocked faces. Steve jumped up, his expression a mix of worry and protectiveness as soon as he heard her screaming.

While Nancy Wheeler followed suit, her brow furrowed in empathy as they both tried to grab the screaming brunette.

"I'll call your father," Mrs. Ellis said, reaching for the phone on her desk.

"No! No, really, I'm fine," Kimberly insisted, her voice trembling. "I'll go straight home. I'm okay."

Nancy stepped closer, gently touching Kimberly's arm. "Why don't you come home with me? It's just Jonathan and me tonight."

Steve shot Nancy a half-glare, his jaw tightening as he helped gather Kimberly's scattered books into her bag. The tension between them was palpable, but Kimberly barely noticed.

"No, I... I... I'm sorry," she mumbled, shaking her head. She grabbed her bag and bolted for the door, ignoring Mrs. Ellis's call of, "You'll need a hall pass!"

Rushing out of the classroom, she passes the yelling hall monitor and other students who stare through the room window. No doubt this would be churned into the rumor mill by lunch.

Outside, the crisp afternoon air hit her like a slap, but it did little to clear the fog in her mind. The school loomed behind her, a brick behemoth under the gray Indiana sky.

Kimberly paused at one of the towering pine trees lining the front lawn, pressing her forehead against its rough bark. Her teeth clenched as the nightmare replayed in flashes—Chrissy's twisted body, the mask, the knife. A sob escaped her, then another, her body shaking with the force of pent-up grief and fear. She was supposed to be strong, but here she was, breaking like a frightened child.

She wiped her tears with a savage swipe of her sleeve, rubbing her arm absentmindedly as she tried to steady her breathing. Jason. It had to be Jason. Everyone whispered about his jealousy, his explosive temper, but also his possessiveness when it came to Chrissy and his perfect image.

Glancing up, her eyes scanned the horizon and froze. In the distance, partially obscured by the trees, stood a figure in a black robe, the white Ghostface mask staring back at her.

Her gasp caught in her throat, adrenaline surging. Without a second thought, she took off running, feet pounding the pavement toward an unknown destination, the killer's presence a shadow chasing her into the unknown.

[i-heart-slashers]

You’re Mine | chapter seven

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.

Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?…

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character death(s), harassment, violence, murder, stalking, slasher killer, killing spree.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.7k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | talks of injuries, mentions of violent acts and murder.

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Kimberly and Steve wait in the car outside Robin's house as the blonde bounds inside to talk with her parents.

"Hey, you okay?" Steve had his babysitter tone on, his face tight in concern as he rubbed Kimberly's arm.

Now that they're alone, she leans into him, crying softly. "It's just so fucked up." The petite brunette cries in both physical and emotional pain.

"What's fucked up, Sweetheart?" Steve asks into her hair as he presses a small but loving kiss into the strands, trying to show that he's there for her.

"If it's not Jason... who would want to kill Chrissy. Who hates us enough to do this?" Kimberly weeps, the weight of her attack and her best friend's murder lying heavily on her.

This wasn't just some horror film they could switch off; this was their life.

"Nobody hates you. I don't know who would do this, but you've got me, and as much as I hate to say this... it looks like you've got Hargrove watching over you, too." The car goes silent for a beat as he hugs her. "We won't let anything happen to you."

Kimberly stays cuddled up to Steve, happy to be with him; he makes her feel safe, and that's all she wants right now.

She can't dismiss the guilt she feels for Billy being arrested and taken into the station. She saw the look his dad was giving him and knew he was probably going to be in big trouble.

"Hey, my mom said..." Robin speaks as she pulls open the door, scaring the pair in the car, "Whoa, sorry, did I come at a bad time?" Steve gives an annoyed sigh, but Kimberly just shakes her head, wiping away her tears.

Grabbing the bag she managed to pack from her house, she gave Steve one last hug before following Robin into her home, to where Robin's parents were waiting with sympathetic smiles. "Hi, Mr and Mrs Buckley. Thank you for letting me stay on short notice."

Robin rolled her eyes with a slight grin. Kimberly was the typical teenager that every parent loved, and she ate it up. She knew exactly what to say and do to win everyone's affection. She was the type of kid that every parent wants.

"Nonsense, you're more than welcome here." The woman smiles, looking like she would love nothing more than to pull the petite teenager into her arms. "Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat?"

"No, thank you, I'm just tired, so I might..." She motioned over her shoulder to the general direction of Robin's room, where the two girls had shared a bed numerous times over multiple movie nights.

"Of course, yes, go on." Mrs Buckley nodded, waving her hand. The two girls just sluggishly make their way to the bedroom. Any plans for a movie night are now gone out of the window as Kimberly puts her bag down on the bed.

A second passes before Robin hugs Kimberly tight. The girl raises her eyebrows, but says nothing. "Sorry, I just-... my brain's going crazy, and I know you already said you're okay, but I saw you and Steve in the car, so now I'm thinking you're just putting on a brave face."

With a small watery smile, she hugs the other girl in return, "Thanks, Robs. I just want this to all be over." As they hug, Kimberly tells her all the details, from the start until now, including the attack and the phone calls.

"Wow, I knew he was an asshole, but I didn't expect him to be a psycho," Robin mumbles to herself as they both get ready for bed. Kimberly turns over on her side, deep in thought, as Robin mumbles theories behind her. "It's just so weird. Chrissy was a cheerleader, like who would want to kill her? Then there's you, everyone loves you..."

The brunette shrugs as everything that happens slowly starts to hit her. "I just hope it's over now and no one else gets hurt."

In the morning, Steve stands in the doorway of Robin's room. In bed, Robin is curled around Kimberly, who is sleeping peacefully against her friend. Steve clears his throat as the two girls shoot up in alarm. "Morning, uh, your mom let me in."

Robin huffs as she drops back against her pillow, whining. Kimberly tries to stretch but groans in pain, which catches Steve's attention. "Whoa, why don't you skip today? Maybe take it easy." He says as the bruised-up brunette sits on the edge of the bed, Robin rubs her back.

Kimberly shakes her head as she grabs her bag and moves towards the bathroom. "No, I need to go. It'll just be worse if I can stay home alone with nothing but my thoughts," she gives Steve a half-hug on her way to the bathroom.

Robin raises her eyebrows at him until he suddenly realizes they need privacy to get changed.

"I'll just-" He motions over his shoulder as he stutters, then turns and walks back downstairs after one last glance at the bathroom door.

Soon Robin and Kimberly made their way to the kitchen, where Steve was sitting waiting for them. His face drops when he sees the black eye on the girl in the morning light. "God, that doesn't look good, Kimmy." He grabs her face gently, running his finger over the mark.

Kimberly winces and gently brushes his hands away from her face as she shrugs at his words. "It doesn't hurt that much."

Robin and Steve share a look but say nothing. The three of them silently move around each other as they get ready for school. Robin pours them both a bowl of cereal as Steve flicks on the small TV on the kitchen counter.

... almost 24 hours after the murder of local teen Chrissy Cunningham, another attack was committed on a local girl. Kimberly Caligari was attacked last night in her own home. Miss Caligari is thankfully alive, but no further details have been released...

The three teens go silent after hearing the news break out, and a picture of Kimberly and Chrissy appears on the screen. Kimberly drops her spoon and pushes the bowl away, no longer hungry.

"Today is gonna suck." She whispers mostly to herself as Robin rubs her shoulder.

"Don't worry, it'll be okay. We'll be there with you." Robin's tone was confident, but her eyes told a different story. Kimberly gave a shaky smile, just as skeptical as Robin's.

Once again, reporters line the streets, bombarding students as they make their way to school, asking questions and demanding answers, hungry for that teenage insight.

Steve pulls into the school parking lot as Robin hops out, while Kimberly lingers, suddenly unsure. He takes notice and reaches across to gently rub her face. "Hey, it's just school. You'll be safe here."

Kimberly forces herself out of the BMW just as a microphone is shoved in her face. As soon as one notices her, they all do.

"Kimberly!"

"Miss Caligari"

"Can you tell us anything? Do you know who attacked you?"

"How close to dying were you?"

Seeing her struggle, Steve leaps in front of Kimberly. He's eyes the reporter in disgust as they push each other to try and get a piece of the girl.

"Leave her alone. We're just trying to get into school." He places his arm around her shoulders, walking her through the crowd of reporters as Robin tails behind them.

Jason catches Kimberly's eye from his band of jocks as he gives her an emotionless glance. She couldn't tell if he was angry with her or not, couldn't tell if her attacker was in school with her.

Robin notices this and pulls on Kimberly's arm. "Hey, relax. No one can get you here. You're safe."

Kimberly sighed; she knew that she was technically safe, but they couldn't keep her safe forever. "But if it wasn't Jason, it could be anybody. He could be here at school right now. He could come back for me to try and finish the job, Robin."

The hallway is congested with students heading to class. A few kids have asked Kimberly about her attack; she is the subject of widespread discussion right now, a hot commodity.

The girls go to their lockers, and the brunette places her bag inside. "Maybe Steve was right. I shouldn't have come today." She says, before wondering where he'd gone, probably got stuck talking to Henderson.

As she glances around, Billy appears in the crowd; he's near his locker and not talking to anyone. Students look at him, but none are brave enough to approach him as they had with her.

Kimberly begins walking towards him as the warning bell rings, and she waves Robin off when the girl calls to her. Billy makes no move to go to class as he rummages through his locker.

"Hey".

Billy frowns, but soon smiles when he sees that it's only Kimberly. "Hey, Princess. What's up?" He asks, his eyes going to the purple mark around her eye.

Kimberly tucks her hair behind her ear with a sheepish smile. Billy physically looked okay. The fact that he was here in school means the police believed he didn't hurt her.

"I just wanted to say thank you. You ran into my house last night to save me and didn't think twice about it." The tone of Kimberly's voice made Billy smile a little. She sounded starstruck in disbelief.

"Don't worry about it, Princess. I told you I won't let him hurt you.

So.. you and Harrington, huh?" Billy nods behind Kimberly, where Steve had appeared again, watching them like a hawk.

Kimberly gives a small laugh, shaking her head as she turns back to Billy. "No, we're not, uh, we're friends. He's just super protective. I hope you didn't get into too much trouble for helping me?"

"Ah, not much, just the usual. Grounded. The kid ratted me out for sneaking out, so I have to do her chores too." Billy sighs, clearly meaning Max; it was no secret the step-siblings didn't get along.

The bell goes again, and the late kids start rushing to their classes.

"Well, I'm really grateful for you being there. Thanks again, Billy." Kimberly gives him a small smile before she runs to catch up with Robin as they walk down the hall.

Steve's glare meets Billy's as the two stare at each other for a moment before Steve quietly follows the girls to class.

[i-heart-slashers]

You’re Mine | chapter six

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.

Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?…

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character death(s), harassment, violence, murder, stalking, slasher killer, killing spree.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.5k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of character death, violence, mentions of violent acts and murder, threats.

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The police quickly arrive at the Caligari house with their lights flashing and sirens wailing loudly. Officers get out of their cars and immediately enter the home, shouting chaotically as another wraps their coat around Kimberly, helping her into the ambulance.

Not long after, they pull Billy out of the house as he yells at them. The brunette immediately rushes over to them and protests Billy's innocence as they still press him against the squad car in handcuffs.

"I'm sorry, kid, but we still have to take you in for questioning." An officer tells Billy upon hearing Kimberly's words.

"But he didn't do anything wrong; he was just trying to protect me," Kimberly says in a panic, standing by them, not wanting Billy to get arrested for nothing; he had tried to protect her from her Ghostface attacker.

"Hey, it's okay, Princess," Billy tells her calmly as he turns his head, even with his chest pressed against the car. "They'll see I didn't do anything wrong and have to let me go." The officers sit Billy in the cruiser just as Robin and Steve pull up in his BMW.

"Oh my god, Kimmy!" Robin calls as the two of them get out of the car and run towards Kimberly, who is getting checked over by a paramedic. Clearly, they weren't expecting to find a crime scene when they pulled up to pick up their friend.

Steve pulls Kimberly into a tight hug as Robin stutters to herself, "Hargrove did this?" He growls out as he sees Billy in the back of the cop car as it drives away.

Kimberly quickly shakes her head, feeling awful that she'd accidentally gotten Billy caught up in this mess just because he was trying to save her. "No! No, he tried to help me." She tried to explain as she put her face into her hands.

The rest of the Officers exit the house after a while empty-handed. One walks over to his superior and looks at the older man. "We've looked all over the house, there's no one in there now, Chief," he explains quietly, and the other nods with a sigh.

The Chief frowns, walking over to them as he looks at Steve and Robin. "Kids, you can't be here right now. This is an official crime scene."

"W-well, she's supposed to be coming home with me. We're here to pick her up. We were running late because this guy came in and took forever, then he accidentally knocked over a video stand..." Robin stutters, gazing up at Chief Powell nervously.

"Robin," Steve mumbles as he just shook his head and motioned for her to stop talking.

"Alright, but we need to take you in for questioning. Is that okay?" The older man asks, looking at the petite brunette sitting in the back of the ambulance. She wasn't severely hurt, but she was shaken up and had a few bruises.

Kimberly nods as Steve helps her stand before the cops can take her. he leads her over to his car and helps her get in. "We'll meet you there," He tells the Chief firmly before getting behind the wheel and driving towards the police station.

Arriving at the police station, the Chief leads her into the station. They pass a room where yelling can be heard. Kimberly glances up to see Billy and his father in one of the interview rooms.

Their eyes meet, and Billy gives her a small smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes, as his father continues to yell loudly. The small teen passes by with Chief Powell, who takes her into a room to be questioned.

With the jacket still wrapped around her, Kimberly begins to recount everything that has happened since she got home. The phone calls, the ghostface attacker, everything. Sam sits with the Chief as he takes notes on everything she says during the interview.

"We're bringing Jason in soon for questioning. Although we don't have anything to keep him on." Chief Powell tells the girl with a sigh as he rubs his face tiredly. She imagines it must be tiring; it's a small town, and they weren't used to murders or things like that.

Kimberly just nods, knowing the evidence they had was circumstantial at best. Nothing actually tied Jason to Chrissy's death or Kimberly's own attack. Other than his threat, there was nothing they could get him on, but even that could be chalked up to a grieving boyfriend.

Billy glances at Kimberly through Chief Powell's office window now that she is sitting in the bullpen with Steve and Robin. The Chief switched from interviewing her to questioning him as if he were the criminal.

"What were you doing over by Kimberly's house tonight?" Sam asked, glaring at the younger man, whom he wasn't particularly fond of. Especially now, where Kimberly was concerned, he didn't want her to get hurt.

"He snuck out. He was supposed to be grounded." Neil answers for his son, his tone gruff and pissed off. The Chief nods as he barely glances at Neil; his full gaze is on Billy.

"I was angry, I needed to clear my head. Dad took my keys, so I decided to go for a walk." Billy answers, admitting that he sneaked out in front of his dad; he knew he was in for it when they got home.

"And that walk just so happened to take you by Kimberly's house?" The accusation in the Chief's tone was clear. Billy was the type, and he knew it; he'd come to Hawkins in a whirlwind of bad attitude and worse actions.

Now, he had a bad stigma attached to his name.

"Her best friend had just been killed, and she had a run-in with Carver at lunch. She was upset. I drove her home after school. On my walk, I decided to go by her house to check in on her." Billy recants with a sigh, but stays calm.

"She had a run-in with Jason Carver?" Chief Powell asks, motioning for Sam to write down that answer since he'd already received it from Kimberly, but this could add more strength to those claims when they'd bring the teen in.

Billy nodded quickly; he saw an opportunity to shift the light away from him and onto the person who probably did this. "Yeah, he threatened her. Told her to watch her back. Ask anyone else, they all heard him." The officers glanced at each other as they wrote down that piece of information.

"Listen, I heard her screams from down the street. I ran towards her house and caught her as she was running out the front door. I went into her house to find who attacked her. That's all." Billy sighs, explaining why he had been at the Caligari house.

Neil glares at Billy before turning to the police officers, "My son may be an idiot, but he's not a killer."

After her interview, the officers took Kimberly back to the bullpen, where she sat, almost still, in shock. Robin and Steve instantly cuddle up to Kimberly as she pulls the officer's jacket close, shivering.

Her eyes gaze into the Chief's office every now and then to check on Billy.

"We tried calling your dad, but got nothing. We left a message on his phone, but we'll keep trying." The man tells the brunette. He turns to Robin, "Are your parents okay with her staying with you?"

"Yes, for sure." The other girl nods quickly, her actions jerky but honest.

"She's got more of us if she needs to stay with others," Steve tells the man seriously with a nod as he continues to rub the girl's back affectionately with care.

Kimberly sits quietly, thinking over what happened upon hearing voices shouting. They all looked up to see Jason and his parents coming into the station, arguing with the officers. At that moment, Billy and his dad walked out of the Chief's office.

Billy's dad and Jason's dad sort of butt heads over what happened, arguing about their respective sons. Jason's parents are adamant about their son's innocence and that Billy, being the way he is, must be framing him.

From behind them, Kimberly could hear two police officers whispering to each other, "He'll be out here quickly if his dad waves money around again."

Steve catches Kimberly's eye when he hears that comment, too. He squeezes her shoulder comfortingly. Raising her gaze, she freezes when Jason catches her eye too, but he doesn't do anything; he just turns to follow the officer.

"Okay, kids, let's get you out of here. It's been a long night." Sam says, walking out to them, giving his cousin a nod, Robin gives him a nervous smile in return.

Kimberly stands silently as she hands over the jacket that had been wrapped around her shoulders. Steve quickly sheds his coat to place over her when she shivers. He pulls her close against his chest in comfort, ready to lead her away. "Come on, Kimmy."

[i-heart-slashers]

You’re Mine | chapter five

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.

Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?…

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character death(s), harassment, violence, murder, stalking, slasher killer, killing spree.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.7k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of character death, violence, mentions of violent acts and murder, swearing, threats.

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Kimberly places her school bag on the floor by the door in her bedroom, then drops onto the bed and picks up the photo frame from her bedside table.

It's of her and Chrissy.

The brunette sniffles, looking at the sweet picture; it was of them at one of their usual sleepovers, her mom having captured the two of them sitting together. Big smiles as they have their arms wrapped around each other.

An insane amount of guilt ran through her; even if Jason wasn't the killer - her best friend was still dead. She'd never see the blonde again, never live out any of their plans.

Going to college together, moving away from Indiana, being each other's maid of honor, and having kids at the same time so they'll be best friends, too. All just gone in the blink of an eye.

Laying in her bed softly looking at the picture, she sighs as her eyes close slowly...

Walking around the dark area, she frowns as she notices it looks like it is rotting, vines and blackness everywhere. Kimberly gasps as thunder cracks and red lightning lights up the sky above her.

As she looked around, she let out a sigh of relief, seeing a familiar figure in her cheer uniform running over; Kimberly could almost cry at the sight of the girl.

Only when the girl turns does Kimberly stop herself as she falls back against the ground with a terrified gasp. Chrissy's bones were twisted and snapped, eyes missing, jaw hanging, but her hand reached for Kimberly almost in pleading as a ringing noise began to sound out.

"Chrissy!"

Kimberly's woken by the phone ringing; she screams, gasping for breath as she looks around before realizing she'd been dreaming. Placing the frame back on her dresser, she looks out at the now-dark sky as she answers the phone. "Hello?"

"Kimberly, Hi." The fake, cheerful voice comes from the receiver, making the brunette frown as she hears it.

"Jason? What do you want?" Kimberly frowns, holding the phone to her ear, hearing his voice; he's never called her before. "Wait, how did you get my number?"

"That doesn't matter. I just wanted to talk to you." The jock says with a huff, "Listen, I know you said the Freak was with you last night, but if he's getting you to cover for him, you know you can tell me, right? I can help you."

"Help me? You're the one who needs help, you know. Just stay away from me, Jason." Kimberly says in a tired tone; after the way he spoke to her today and her own suspicions, she didn't want him anywhere near her.

Jason pauses before his tone comes back aggressively. "Listen to me bitch-"

"No! you listen to me." The petite teen hisses, having enough of his narcissistic ass. "I'm sorry that I talked her into dumping you, but Chrissy deserved more than you and more than what she got. She's been wanting to leave your ass for years. You're lucky she was a lot nicer than I would have been."

The call goes quiet for a beat.

"You talked her into leaving me?" His tone was incredulous, sort of like he'd been slapped. "You know I told you to watch your back, Caligari? Now I actually mean it."

Kimberly cursed herself for being so hot-headed. Now Jason knows it was her who set off the catalyst of their break up. It was the tone of his voice that sent chills down Kimberly's spine.

Quickly packing a bag together, Kimberly had a plan to stay with her friends until her dad got home. She had a feeling Jason's threat was more than real.

The phone rings again, scaring her; she's more jumpy now after that threat. Her house had been lonely since the death of her mom, but now, without her dad here and with Chrissy's death, it was unbearable.

"Hello?" She whispered warily, hoping that it wasn't Jason calling back to yell at her or to tell her that he was coming over.

"Woah, hey. Are you okay?" Robin's husky tone comes through the phone as the brunette sighs with relief, relaxing a little at the sound of her friend's voice.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just... jumpy." She didn't tell Robin about Jason's call or threat. She didn't want her to worry. Plus, Robin would just tell Steve, and that would be a whole new problem.

"Well, I was calling to see if you wanted to come over tonight?" Robin asks, sounding like she's eating, probably the Twizzlers on the counter at the video store. "Steve said you might be more comfortable with me than third wheeling with Wheeler and Byers."

Breathing as she looks out of her window, she sees nothing but darkness looming back at her. Kimberly nods, though Robin can't see that from over the phone. "Actually, that sounds great."

"Oh- great. That was easy. You're usually more stubborn. Any way I can get Steve to come by your house after we close to pick you up? I can rent a movie before I leave, and I'll get some snacks. We can talk about Vickie – Oh god, she did the cutest thing today..."

Kimberly listened patiently as her friend rambled on. She didn't mind; she never does. Robin needs to rant, and Kimberly's a great listener.

"Okay, Steve, geez." Robin huffs, clearly being told off by their male friend for ranting on, "We'll see you soon, okay?" Kimberly hadn't even gotten a goodbye before the call ended.

Smiling to herself softly, the brunette puts the phone back in the holder as she starts picking clothes, pajamas, and things needed for this sleepover at Robin's.

Kimberly goes down the stairs, her arms carrying a change of clothes, toothbrush, make-up. She opens the hall closet and pulls a small overnight bag from the top shelf and carefully puts all her things into the bag before moving into the living room, plopping down on the sofa, and hitting the TV remote.

A news reporter fades in, just another generic person sitting in a studio as they read from a teleprompter.

"The entire nation was shocked today by the teen murder in Hawkins, Indiana..."

The brunette quickly switches channels, but this is something she can't escape when almost every channel is reporting the same story.

"The State Bureau of Investigation has joined forces with local authorities to help catch what the Governor has called the most heinous..."

The clock on the end table reads 7:15 PM. Kimberly is fast asleep on the couch. The phone rings again, but this time, Kimberly is calmer, assuming it's Robin or Steve calling. "Robin?" she mumbles, rubbing her eyes.

"Hello, Kimberly."

Kimberly frowns, sitting up as she listens to the gravelly, distorted-sounding voice, but it is clearly suave and charismatic, even with its off-tone quality. "Uh, hi? Who is this?"

The distorted voice chuckled; it was as if someone was purposely trying to falsify their voice so she couldn't figure out who was talking to her. "Who do you think I am?"

"Steve? Your jokes need work. How long are you and Robin gonna be? It's already late." The petite teen sighs, pulling back the drapes to gaze out of the window.

"Guess again. Scary night, isn't it? A lonely girl was murdered last night, and now you're home all alone tonight. You might need to watch your back." His words freeze her instantly. She can hear the mocking tone the person has taken on.

"Jason? Fuck you, you fucking creep." She hisses at him, angry that not only did he threaten her, but now he's pulling this creepy shit.

"Oh, that's not nice of you. Especially when I've come all this way to see you." The voice drawls almost as if they were fighting a grin over the phone.

Kimberly jumped up from the couch, her eyes trailing everywhere. Trying to figure out if they were serious, "You can see me, huh? Where am I right now?"

The voice huffs with a low, annoyed tone, "You should worry less about where you are and more about where I am. In fact, you need to figure out which door I'm at."

Kimberly glanced between the two doors in her home, the front door and then towards the back door, as her breath caught in her throat. Suddenly, she remembered locking the door behind her when she came home.

Quietly dropping the phone on the couch, she makes a rush for the front door. If they were at the unlocked back door, then running through the front door was the best thing.

Just as she was rushing to the door, the closet sprang open. Kimberly screams, seeing a dark figure with a white mask pops out, wrapping an arm around her waist.

They both fall to the floor as the figure tackles her. Kimberly begins fighting with everything she has; pushing her feet into their stomach, she kicks them back into the wall.

Quickly getting back to her feet, she makes a move to unlock the door when the killer is back up, too. Forgoing the door with frustration, she turns to run again, but the figure catches her once more.

They scuffle, but Kimberly manages to get free; she runs upstairs and locks her door. The ghostfaced figure starts banging on the door. Kimberly dials 911 and tells them the killer is in her house as she sobs.

The teen realizes the banging has stopped, and she turns to quietly take a few steps to the door when the Ghostface comes through the joined bathroom door.

Throwing open her bedroom door and screaming, she rushes out as the killer tries to grab her but only manages to tear her hoodie off.

Slamming the door in his face, she runs downstairs, opening the door and letting out a terrified when she comes face to face with someone unexpected.

Kimberly screams as she crushes herself into Billy's chest, sobbing, "It's him! He's in my house."

Billy steels his expression almost as if readying himself for a fight as he pushes past Kimberly to get into the house. "Billy, no!"

[i-heart-slashers]

You’re Mine | chapter four

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.

Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?…

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character death(s), harassment, violence, murder, stalking, slasher killer, killing spree.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.7k

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The lunchroom at Hawkins High was a chaotic hum of voices, the clatter of trays, and the occasional burst of laughter. It should have felt normal. But today, it didn't.

Today, reporters lurked just beyond the windows, their cameras flashing as they tried to snatch fragments of the tragedy that had taken place the night before.

Kimberly sat at a crowded table with Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan, who, quiet as always, sat close to Nancy, his arm resting across her back. He never spoke much, but then, he never needed to.

It was a strange gathering of individuals, bound together more by shared experiences than anything else.

Steve let out an exasperated sigh. "It's crazy out there. I got stopped for questions."

Robin smirked. "Yeah, but they ditched you real quick when you said you didn't know Chrissy." Steve shot her a glare, but Robin only grinned wider, their usual playful banter cutting through the tension at the table.

Nancy leaned forward to gaze at the somber brunette, her voice softer. "Did the police question you?"

Kimberly nodded as the weight of the night before pressed heavily on her, questions swirling in her mind. Not only of who killed her friend but the thought of the pain Chrissy must have felt.

"I got questioned, too," Jonathan admitted, giving a slight, slow nod. "But I didn't know her at all."

Nancy frowned as she leaned closer, glancing at each of us. "I heard Jason yelling when Chief Powell questioned him. I can see why he'd be a suspect."

Robin rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but if they really thought he did it, why is he still sitting over there?"

Kimberly turned sharply, her eyes finding Jason Carver across the room. He sat at his usual table with the other jocks, but something about him was off.

His fists were clenched, his jaw locked, and the anger rolling off him was palpable. He didn't look like a grieving boyfriend—he looked like a storm waiting to break.

A burst of laughter from across the room caught his attention. The Hellfire Club, oblivious to the growing tension, was joking around as usual. But Jason wasn't in a joking mood. His eyes locked onto one person in particular.

"Hey, Freak!" Eddie's head snapped up. The nickname was familiar—too familiar. Jason stood abruptly, shoving his chair back with a loud scrape. "I think we all know you had something to do with this."

Confusion flickered across Eddie's face as Jason stalked toward the Hellfire table. The cafeteria hushed, all eyes turning toward the impending confrontation.

Jason slammed his hands down on the table, making the members of Hellfire jump. Steve immediately rose from his seat, along with a few other jocks, ready to intervene.

Dustin cast Steve a worried glance, but Steve just gave a subtle nod— they had this under control, and he'd step in if he needed to.

"You freaks used her as some sacrifice, right?" Jason's voice was venomous, his words cutting through the tense silence. "You killed Chrissy!"

Eddie stood abruptly, hands raised in surrender. "What? No, man, I—"

Jason lunged, trying to climb over the table. Chaos erupted as voices rose in argument, bodies shifting to either defend or restrain.

"Jason, stop!" Kimberly's voice rang clear through the cafeteria as she stood quickly walking towards them, her eyes flickering from the visibly shaken Eddie to the angered jock.

Jason froze, his wild eyes snapping to her face with an indignant frown of disbelief when he realized she was protecting Eddie. "She was your best friend! How can you stand up for him?"

Kimberly took a breath, knowing her next words would rock the student body. "Because he was with me last night."

A murmur swept through the room as Jason's expression twisted in disgust. "With you?" He let out a bitter laugh. "What, you got your hooks in her now, too, Freak? Is she your next sacrifice?"

Eddie's gaze dropped, shame coloring his features.

Kimberly squared her shoulders, moving closer despite her upset. "Leave him alone, Jason, or do you want me to tell Mommy how you've been using my help all year so you don't fail math? Because last I checked, you were barely scraping by."

Jason's jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring as he glared at her. For a moment, it looked like he might retaliate, but instead, he leaned in close and whispered, "Watch your back."

A chill ran down Kimberly's spine.

Steve hovered nearby as Jason finally backed off, his entourage following behind him like shadows. The tension in the room didn't fade, but the fight had been avoided—at least for now.

Eddie let out a shaky breath. "Thanks," he muttered, rubbing his face, but he looked more upset this time than he usually did when confronted by Jason. "You didn't have to do that."

Kimberly gave a small, reassuring smile. "Yes, I did. He can't do that."

But her own words didn't settle her nerves. Jason's threat lingered in her mind like a ghost, and as she glanced back at her table, she saw the same worry reflected in her friends' faces.

Robin frowned as she now hovers behind her friend, too. "Did he just tell you to watch your back?"

Kimberly nodded slowly as she thought about the aggressive jock's words. Jason knew where she lived. He'd been to her house before—for tutoring. If he wanted to, he could find her.

Steve cleared his throat, seeing the expression on his pretty friend's face, and wanted to protect her. "Hey, if you're worried, you can always come over and stay at mine."

The offer caught everyone's attention, and Kimberly hesitated; she didn't want to put him out, but at the same time, she'd be a fool to turn down an offer of safety.

Nancy scoffed, rolling her eyes at her ex-boyfriend as if his suggestion was absurd. "Don't be stupid, Steve. She can stay with me. Jonathan will be there too."

A heavy silence settled over the group. Steve and Nancy exchanged a look—something unspoken, something unresolved.

Kimberly forced a small smile at their obvious tension. "Thanks, guys, but I think I'll be okay. My dad's supposed to be calling to check in on me."

As much as she wanted to hide away at Steve's house, she wasn't going to let Jason's threat scare her away from her own home.

Robin's brows furrowed, throwing her arm around Kimberly's shoulder with a frown; the blonde was always very touchy with her friends. "How long's he gone this time?"

"He thinks he'll be back midweek," Kimberly said, shrugging somberly, but she also knows that her dad is running from his own demons right now too. "but I've got a feeling it'll be longer."

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Students began filing out of the cafeteria, their whispered conversations trailing behind them.

As Kimberly passed Eddie, she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, eyes filled with something she couldn't quite place—gratitude, maybe. Fear, definitely.

And beneath it all, a shared understanding. None of them were safe. At the very least, they'd have to watch their backs with Jason and hope this was solved quickly.

Even if he wasn't the killer by some chance, he was still determined to 'prove' Eddie was at fault, even though the tall rocker had been with Kimberly.

The rest of the day flew by; the teachers in most classes said a few words about Chrissy. Small vigils happened throughout the rest of the day, but for the brunette, it felt like a bad dream.

Kimberly walked out of the school, feeling eyes watching her; she spied Jason staring at her front across the lot with his buddies. Their eyes met, and the petite girl could practically feel him burning holes into her.

A car horn makes her jump, and she sees Billy's car pulled up in front of her as he winds down the window, peering up at her. "Hey!" He calls her over.

"Hey Billy, what's up?" Kimberly says, walking down the few steps to the blue Chevy Camaro, just happy to be away from the jock's staring for a moment.

"Get in I'll drive you home." That was all he said, but Kimberly did so without fighting him as Jason was still staring at her from his car. Billy notices as he glares at the younger jock before he drives off in silence.

"I heard what Carver said." The blond says after a few moments of nothing.

Kimberly just looks up at him through her lashes. "He's just being an asshole. The police obviously don't think he's dangerous," she whispers, shaking her head softly.

Billy just glances at Kimberly as he puffs on his cigarette. "But you do?"

The brunette looks at Billy for a moment as he stares back questioningly. He doesn't seem to judge her but honestly wants to know her answer.

"I don't know. It's just-" She stops as Billy pulls up outside her house and kills the engine. Still listening to what she had to say. He gives her a nod to continue past her hesitance.

"Chrissy was nice; she had no enemies. She was going to break up with Jason, and then she turned up dead... murdered. We all know he's capable of hurting people." She alluded to Jason and his friends beating up people they deem losers or freaks like Eddie.

"Well, I won't let him hurt you. I've got a problem with guys that hurt girls. So-" Billy shrugs, clearing his throat as he glances out the driver's side window.

Kimberly gives a small smile. Billy was sort of like Eddie; they both look different than they are. They both put out a harsher version of themselves. Maybe it was a protective thing?

Tapping his thumb against the steering wheel, he glances at the brunette. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, Nancy offered for me to go stay with her if I needed to. Thanks, Billy ...and for the ride. I appreciate it," The petite girl says softly, getting out of the car.

Billy watches Kimberly get into her house before he drives off. That made her smile as she closed the door behind her; he was far more caring than he allowed people to see.

But she knows no one else would believe that.

[i-heart-slashers]

You’re Mine | chapter three

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.

Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?…

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | character death(s), harassment, violence, murder, stalking, slasher killer, killing spree.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.6k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of character death, violence, mentions of violent acts and murder.

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The stares were starting to get to Kimberly; the whispers of Chrissy's death filled the hallways as everyone began to speculate what had happened to the perky blonde.

Not watching where she was going, she hit into a solid body. She gasps out an apology when she looks up to see Billy Hargrove watching her with slight concern. "Woah, Caligari, it's just me."

The two weren't close, but they knew each other well enough to be on the cusp of friendship. She had always been kind and helpful to Billy, and he had been nothing but chivalrous to her.

"Hey, don't cry. I'm not good with crying girls; I don't know how to comfort them." Billy's jokes fall flat when he sees her staring at the vigil at the lockers for Chrissy.

He sighs and pulls her into a hug, which she quickly falls into. He's better at caring than he gives himself credit for.

"I'm sorry, Billy, I just..." The brunette stutters, trying to finish her sentence but can't.

Billy just hushes her and presses his head on top of hers as he lets her cry for a minute. Pushing her back, he wipes her tears with the cuff of his jean jacket. "Shh, it's okay. I heard what happened."

"Hey, Kimmy. Are you okay?" Kimberly turns to see Steve Harrington, the school's former heartthrob who is now an average student like the rest of them.

After his great downfall from 'King Steve' status, he befriended the freshman and Robin, which seemed to mellow him out more. He and Billy have a weird natural dislike for each other, but it's not as bad as it used to be.

Steve glances between the two, coming to the false conclusion that Billy has done something to upset the girl. Kimberly nods, but a smile doesn't reach her eyes.

Billy scoffs at Steve's expression; he instantly understands what Steve is thinking. "She's fine with me, Harrington." Seeing the dubious look on Harrington's face, he scoffs, letting Kimberly go. "Whatever. I'll see you around, Princess."

The two keep their eyes locked, like fighting bucks, until the taller of them walks away, shaking his head. They had a tussle when Billy first came to Hawkins, but nothing came of it except for glares and threats.

"You sure you're okay?" Steve asks Kimberly, but his eyes are firmly on the back of the resident 'bad boy' as he makes his way down the hall, taking the cigarette from behind his ear.

Kimberly nudges his arm, taking Steve's burning glare from poor Billy's back. "He didn't do anything, Steve. He was just being nice because I was crying over Chrissy."

Steve winced, hearing the petite brunette's words as he sighed and reached out and rubbed her shoulder with a comforting half-smile. "Oh yeah, Nance told me what happened. Poor girl."

Kimberly just nodded along with his words. Her heart hurt when she thought of her friend possibly dying because of something she told her to do.

"Kimberly." The two teens turn to see a young police deputy looking at a clipboard.

"Sam," Kimberly breathes with a smile; he's someone they all know from around town and is probably the chillest cop on the force. He's also Robin's cousin.

The young officer smiles, knowing the kids will never call him by his official name 'Deputy Strode.' Kimberly seems relieved to see him. "Hey, Kimmy. We're interviewing all the kids, and uh... it's your turn."

Steve once again comforts Kimberly before she's led away. He watches Sam lead the petite girl down the hall before he sighs and walks away, too.

The two quietly make a slow walk to the principal's office as they navigate the empty halls. Sam opens the door with a small smile and motions for Kimberly to enter.

Principal Grayle and Police Chief Powell were the only two in the room as they talked in serious, hushed tones. "In all my years on the force, I've never seen something this brutal-"

Sam clears his throat when the two adults don't seem to realize that we have entered the room.

"Kimberly. How are you doing?" The woman stands to put a motherly hand on the girl's shoulder as she moves her to an open chair, giving her a sad smile. She looked tired, haunted by the death of a student.

"It seems so unreal. Like a dream." The teenager whispers as she places her bag on the floor and sits in the chair, still in shock at everything that's happened.

"Unfortunately, it's not. We spoke with Chrissy's parents, and they said you're the only one she really speaks with outside of school. Can you tell us anything?" The Chief sighs with hope in his voice.

Kimberly pauses as she remembers what Nancy had told her about the message on Chrissy's wall. Sam sees her hesitance and frowns. "You won't be in trouble, Kimmy. If you know something, anything."

Kimberly sighs, licking her lips. She would hate to get into it with Jason, but her best friend is dead, and she might be able to help. "We talked on the phone last night, and she was upset with her boyfriend. They've been kind of rocky for a while."

The two officers shared a look; it was obviously about the message written on the wall of Chrissy's house.

Powell nods quickly and begins writing in his notepad as he glances at the girl. "What time was this?"

The brunette exhales as she tries to think, "About 10? I- I told her she needed to dump him, and she told me she was calling him to go over to talk it out. Eddie was with me, so he can back that up."

The scratchy writing stops as the older man slowly looks up at Kimberly in surprise. "Munson?"

Kimberly nodded and felt a bit annoyed by the look on the Chief's face. Eddie wasn't well taken by many of the adults in town. Especially the police. "Yeah, I'm tutoring him in some classes. He was with me until 2ish?."

"Carver's her boyfriend, right? I've seen them around together," Sam says to his superior before talking to Kimberly again. "Do they usually have fights or disagreements?"

"Not really. Jason treats her like a little doll he can dress and order around. It's his way or the highway." Silence fills the room, and Kimberly knows where this is headed.

They'll be talking to Jason next, and they might tell him what she said, and she'd probably have a big target on her back from Jason. She could only hope they'd stop him before anything else happened.

The bell rang out, and students could be heard filling the halls, ready to get to their next classes.

"Is that everything, Chief?" Principal Gayle asks with a sigh. The Chief nods as he writes Kimberly's answers in his little notepad. Gayle gives Kimberly a small, polite smile. "Okay then, Kimberly, why don't you go on to class."

"Give this to your teacher." Kimberly is handed a note of lateness, and then the Chief hands Sam a piece of paper with Jason's name on it.

"Come on, Kid, I'll walk you to class." The petite teenager waves off the other adults as she leaves the room with Sam in tow. The two have known each other for years - practically since they were kids.

"How are you doing?" The blond male asks before wincing at his own question. "Other than the obvious."

"I'm good, okay. Sorta." Kimberly sighs sadly as Sam glances at her with sympathy. She looked down at her shoes as she walked beside him, the silence now enveloping them.

They come to a stop at Kimberly's class. Sam pats her arm before continuing down the hall. The brunette opens the door to her class and silently hands the slip to her teacher.

Ms. O'Donnell gives the girl a sad nod and motions to the seats, "Go take a seat next to Eddie."

Kimberly turned and noticed, like usual, that the only open seat was next to Eddie. He smiles up at her when she moves towards him. The other students watch her sit beside the resident freak but say nothing.

"I'm sorry about Chrissy," Eddie whispers, leaning over to Kimberly with a sad expression. He and Chrissy weren't close, but they spoke enough through Kimberly - she was nice for a cheerleader.

"Yeah, me too." The girl says with a strained sigh that was clearly from keeping her from breaking down or sobbing, "I told the police about our phone call last night. I also told them that you were with me in case they ask where you were."

Eddie nods, thankful that she was able to take him out of the police spotlight. "It's crazy." He muses, looking around the other students before his brown eyes return to Kimberly. "You spoke to her last night, and now she's gone."

"I think it's my fault," Kimberly says softly as she shakes her head, Eddie glances at Kimberly, confused. "Nancy told me there was a message written on the wall in her room in blood. It said, 'If I can't have her, no one can.' What if she broke up with Jason, and he snapped?."

Eddie's eyes opened wide at the thought. No one would believe sweet Jason Carver would murder anyone. It was the perfect crime.

"It's not your fault, sweetheart. You didn't kill her." Eddie whispers, rubbing her back, but it doesn't help the pit of guilt and aching in the petite girl's stomach.

The day goes on as people get wind that not only was a student dead, but she had been brutally murdered. As soon as they realized they were all being interviewed, the rumor started milling out crazy stories.