Tear You Apart || Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

𝟺𝟿| 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐲

"Tyson, that'd make you next, wouldn't it?" A male in a cheap-looking sheriff's costume commented as he sat down on a green prop. He must be portraying Dewey... though, you don't remember Dewey being so sexualized.

"I am not a Randy substitute. I am my own character." Tyson declared.

"Named Rickey, who works at the video store." A blonde woman retorted while flipping through her script.

"It's an homage..."

Now that everyone was seated, you took the chance to approach them with the new script in your hands.

"Hey, I know this is last minute," You stated, earning everyone's attention as you stood at the base of the porch steps. "But Roman asked me to give you guys these."

"What's this?" Fake Dewey asked as you passed each of them a copy.

"The new script."

"There's been another goddamn rewrite?" The blonde questioned in disbelief. "How the fuck are we supposed to learn our lines when there's a new script every fifteen minutes?!"

"Chill out, Sarah. They probably had to edit some shit after what happened with Cotton." Tyson reasoned.

Sarah huffed in annoyance as she began reading through her new lines. That's when you noticed fake Dewey had been staring at you for an awfully long time. "Hey, aren't you Y/n?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Oh shit! I knew I recognized you." He voiced, and you felt uncomfortable with the way scanned your figure. "You're way hotter than the chick who plays you."

"Oh, um thanks... I guess." You mumbled, not sure how to take the compliment.

"Ignore Tom. He's a pig." The brunette sitting closest to you said after quietly sitting there the whole time. You figured she was the new girl cast to play Sidney as Tori Spelling decided not to come back.

"Give the sweet and innocent act a rest, honey. It's tacky." Tom replied sourly.

Sarah scoffed out a laugh at his response, not even bothering to look up from her script. It was clear that fake Sidney and fake Dewey did not get along.

As you sensed the looming tension between the group of actors, you decided it was time for you to depart. "Alright, well since you have the script now, I'm gonna leave you to it."

As soon as you left the studio to locate your familiar Woodsboro residents, you ran into Randy on your way outside.

"Where the hell have you been?" You questioned, feeling slightly exhausted even when you've hardly done anything today.

"I got lost but Dewey found me. Then we left to meet with Gale and the detective, but Gale was kicked outta the studio by security. So, we agreed to meet tomorrow for coffee to discuss our killer problem." Randy explained without taking a breath, you almost didn't catch it all.

"Well damn, Meeks, sounds like you've been busy." You chuckled. "Wanna go home and watch Showgirls?"

"Absolutely." Randy tossed an arm around your shoulders as the two of you started down the block toward your apartment building.

"Oh! Did I forget to mention that I saw Billy today?" You asked with a sheepish grin, and Randy whipped his head around to look at you, flabbergasted by your nonchalance.

"Uh, yeah, you did." He affirmed, dropping his arm down to his side. "When did that happen?"

"While I was looking for you," You answered. "He was in my house—well the fake version, and I have no idea how he found me so fast. It was all so scary and weird."

"What if he's the one who killed Cotton?" Randy inferred after your brief explanation.

"I don't think so," You shook your head. "It'd be too obvious."

"That's what you all said last time. And Gale said the killer left a picture of Sid's mom next to Cotton. Last I checked, Billy had a vendetta against her." He said in an attempt to jog your memory, yet it wasn't enough to make sense.

There were still a few details that didn't quite connect.

"That's true, but Billy already got his revenge. What reason would he have to kill Cotton?"

"Yeah, I didn't think about that part." Randy conceded.

As you reached the apartment building, the two of you quickly made it up three flights of stairs before arriving at your suite. However, you were thrown off as you detected that the door had been unlocked.

Turning the doorknob, you slowly walked inside only to be welcomed by the blaring sound of a party horn. You took notice of the streamers that dangled from the walls of your living room and there was even a square-shaped cake on the coffee table where your friend Alice stood beside.

"Surprise!" She exclaimed happily as you and Randy slowly approached her, extremely confused.

"What the shit?" Randy said, gaping at all the decorations.

"Happy move-in day! We're gonna have so much fun living together." Alice expressed, which caused Randy to stare at you in disbelief.

"What is she talking about?"

"Oh, fuck..." You muttered as you'd forgotten all about Alice.

Back in Greece, you agreed to continue living with each other once you decided to settle down. So, when you had asked Randy to come to Hollywood with you, you'd already signed the lease with Alice.

But it was too late to back out now.

"Yeah, I may have forgotten to tell you about our third roommate." You gave an abashed smile.

"Ya think!" Randy scoffed.

"I'm sorry! But I swear, this'll be fun." You tried to appease the irked male. Randy sighed as he walked around Alice and plopped himself down on the couch. He didn't even hesitant when he began cutting himself a slice of the cake, using one of the napkins on the table as a plate.

"All I'm gonna say is, she better keep it down when she brings guys over." He remarked, taking a bite of the cake as he glanced at the blonde. "Yeah, Y/n has told me all about your slutty escapades."

"Hey, at least I'm getting some." Alice rolled her eyes before looking back at you. "Oh, and Y/n, someone else is here to see you."

Your heart nearly skipped a beat at her words. For whatever reason, a sickly feeling formed in your gut. "Who?"

"It was that guy from college. You know, the one who said he was your boyfriend." She said while casually sitting next to Randy, grabbing some cake herself.

Randy stopped chewing as his eyes snapped up to meet yours. Both of you shared a mutual understanding of what that entailed.

"Nope. I refuse." You declared.

"Oops... I already let him in. Was that bad?" Alice asked, though, you knew damn well she did that on purpose.

"I think you should go talk to that boyfriend of yours." Randy playfully insisted.

He began to snicker with a mouth full of food as you pinned him with a look. "You know what, Randy? You're a bitch." You deadpanned.

"Hey! I'm not the one who let him in!" He took offense to your insult, yet you simply ignored him as you turned to head toward your bedroom where you knew Stu-fucking-Macher was waiting for you.