It had hardly been ten minutes since Randy revealed that your principal was gutted and strung from the goalpost on the football field at Woodsboro High. This unfortunate news seemed to excite the other drunken teens as they all piled into their cars, hoping to make it to the school before the police took down Himbry's body.
You and Randy were the only ones left to finish the movie. Randy's head lazily fell against your shoulder as he hugged the red throw pillow in his arms. You were struggling to keep your eyes open when you suddenly heard a high-pitched scream from outside. Your body jolted up, startling Randy in the process.
"Did you hear that?" You asked the boy as he quickly sat up.
"Hear what?" He questioned cluelessly.
You glanced around the oddly silent house. You hadn't heard from any of your friends and Stu has yet to come back from getting more beer. Your body prickled with anxiety at the thought of anything bad happening to them.
"I'm gonna go look for Tatum and Sid," You announced, standing from the couch. "It's been a while since I've seen them."
"Oh, if you see Stu, tell him to bring me that beer I asked for," Randy requested before turning his attention back to the TV.
"Will do," You chuckled while heading down the hall towards the garage.
The creaking hinges of the door made your nerves spike as you stepped inside. You frowned at the several broken bottles of beer on the ground, cautiously stepping around the mess as you looked around the area for any familiar faces. However, your body stilled when you spotted a pool of blood near the garage door.
Your neck craned as you slowly looked up to see Tatum—her limp body—hanging from the doggy door, blood trailing down her arm. The gruesome sight had your spine tingling with pure terror.
"Oh, God!" You staggered back, almost tripping over the glass on the floor as you stifled a scream. The tears that filled your eyes began to blur your vision as you ran outside. The killer was here, inside the house.
More screaming could be heard as you ran through the yard, nearing the old, tattered fence that outlined the Macher Residence. Tires screeching caught your attention, and you looked ahead to see Gale Weather's news van crashing into a tree.
You gasped at the loud thud and immediately hopped over the broken part of the fence to help the poor woman. You may not be very fond of Gale, but that didn't mean you were just going to leave her there to die.
Your legs hastily carried you down the road and through the thick field of grass until you reached the smoking van. You ran around to the driver's side to see Gale passed out against the window, bleeding from her head.
"Gale!" You shouted, banging your hands on the window to wake her up. You tried tugging on the door handle to no avail.
Luckily, your incessant noisemaking caused the older woman to wake with a violent cough. Gale's eyes widened upon seeing your panicked face, and you moved out of the way as she threw the door open.
"What happened? Where's Dewey?" She questioned as you helped her out of the van.
"I don't know. That's what I was gonna ask you," Your voice shook as the image of Tatum's lifeless body continued to replay in the back of your mind.
"We found Neil Prescott's car abandoned in the woods. Dewey went to search for him inside the house," Gale revealed, kicking her shiny red pumps off as she staggered through the grass.
"But the killer's inside!" You exclaimed, following after her.
"I know, and I'm gonna kick that son of a bitch's ass for killing my cameraman!" She declared, ignoring the pain of her bare feet padding against the road's hard gravel.
Your heartbeat soared as the Macher house entered your field of vision once again. You hated the thought of heading to the very place the murderer was, but you couldn't leave yet. Not without knowing whether your friends are alive or not.
"Dewey!" Gale hollered after seeing the deputy bleeding out on the front porch. The two of you ran up the steps, kneeling beside his body. He was out cold, but still breathing.
"Gale, there's a radio in Dewey's car." You pointed to the cop car parked by the road. "Contact the police, tell them what's happened."
"Hey, where are you going?" She grabbed your wrist as you stood up.
"To find Sidney."
"Be careful..." Gale warned as she released you. You nodded, watching as she rushed down the porch and climbed inside Dewey's car to get help.
You took a deep breath to calm your nerves as you reached for the door. You slowly pushed it open, remaining as quiet as possible while sneaking back inside.
The first thing you saw was Randy lying on the floor with a gunshot wound to his shoulder. You muffled your cries with your hand as you ran over to him, falling to your knees as you turned him over. His eyes were shut, and his body was alarmingly still. Damn it! You shouldn't have left him.
"Why? Why did you kill my mother?" Your head snapped up at the sound of Sidney's voice, peering into the kitchen at the unexpected sight.
Standing before Sidney was a bloodied Billy, holding a knife to her throat as she sobbed. Stu was also there with his back towards you, taunting your friend with a crazed look in his eyes.
"Why? Why?!" Billy shouted, making you jump. "Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive."
Stu chuckled as Billy continued, "I don't really believe in motive, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?"
"No," Stu answered.
"Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so!" Sidney shuttered at Billy's maniacal tone. "See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid."
Billy is... the killer? No, not just Billy, but also Stu?
This whole time the killer was tormenting you, it was really just your two friends in a ghost mask. Your instincts were right about it being someone you knew, yet you couldn't believe that it was them. The two boys you grew up with, who you loved deeply, had killed your brother. Steven, Casey, Tatum, and countless more were all dead because of them. How could they do this to you, to Sidney?
When Billy slightly shifted to look at Stu, his eyes landed on your frozen figure near the archway.
"Y/n!" Sidney cried out. Everyone's attention was now on you as you desperately scrambled to your feet. You bolted down the hallway only for Stu to cut you off through the kitchen's other exit.
"Woah! Where do you think you're going?" He teased, grabbing ahold of you.
More tears welled in your eyes as Stu dragged you into the kitchen with an arm secured around your waist. His chest pressed against your back as you stared down at the floor, unable to look at either of the boys in fear of breaking down.
"Our girl arrived just in time!" Stu proclaimed, elated. The cool metal of his gun grazed against your cheek, eliciting goosebumps down your arms.
Sidney's eyes were locked on you when you finally looked up. Her body shook uncontrollably as she gripped the counter beside her.
"Billy," You muttered, meeting his gaze with your teary one. "How could you?"
An intense anger brewed deep within you, filling your chest with an aching pain. "You killed Steve... you killed my brother!" You shouted.
"Actually, that was Stu." Billy corrected as if it meant nothing. Hot tears finally spilled from your eyes as he turned away from Sidney. His expression softened slightly as he stalked over to you. "It was part of the plan, we had to."
"No," You whispered. "You didn't."
"Don't cry, doll. This'll all be over soon." Billy assured, gently wiping the tears from your face. You couldn't bring yourself to lean away from him.
It was still Billy. He was still the boy you loved.
"You, on the other hand–" Billy pointed his knife at Sidney, eyes hardening. "We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something."
You closed your eyes, fighting back your grief, mourning the person you were before today. All you could feel now was the warmth of Stu's arms around you. It did nothing to soothe the chill that enveloped you after remembering the brutal death he inflicted upon Steve.
"Yeah, we put her out of her misery 'cause, let's face it, Sidney. Your mother was no Sharon Stone." Stu's breath fell right against your neck as his hands traveled up to your shoulders.
"Is that enough motive for you?" Billy asked, cocking his head to the side. "How about this? Your slut mother was fucking my father, and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me."
Sidney's brows shot up. Complete shock had taken over. Even Stu seemed surprised by this as his grip on you loosened a bit.
"How's that for a motive?" Billy questioned low, shoving his knife back in Sidney's face. "Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. Certainly fucked you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath."
Your breath hitched as your gaze panned to Sidney. It had to have just happened...
"That's right. You gave it up. Now you're no longer a virgin!" Stu exclaimed, pointing his gun back at Sidney as she made another futile attempt to escape only to be caught by Billy. "Now you gotta die. Those are the rules."
You cringed at the mockery Stu made of Randy's words. You felt disgusted by their betrayal. Did they truly have no heart? Were they utterly unhinged?
"Let's pretend it's all a scary movie, Sid. How do you think it's gonna end?" Billy caressed Sidney's face, smearing away the blood on her skin.
"Oh! Oh! This is the greatest part! You're gonna love this." Stu yelped out excitedly. Your focus trained on Dewey's gun he had set down on the counter before releasing you.
Billy's eyes narrowed on you, watching closely in case you tried anything.
"It's a scream baby. Hold on a sec, I'll be right back!" Stu mimicked his tone from earlier, falling into the broom closet dramatically.
"You know what time it is, Sid?" Billy whispered into her ear. "It's after midnight. It's your mom's anniversary, congratulations. We killed her exactly one year ago today."
Sidney whimpered as Billy twirled his knife in her bloodied hair. You felt sick looking at the boy you thought you knew. Not even you knew of the situation with his parents, and he told you everything.
"Attention!" Stu drew everyone's focus as sudden clatter could be heard from the broom closet. He toppled back into the kitchen and tossed a body onto the floor. "Oh, what do we have behind door number three, Sidney?"
The figure was tied and muffled, but you recognized those pale blue eyes.
"Daddy!"