#terrible trilogy

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 25 pt 2

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    Billy was the first to make a move. "...You know what? Screw this. I can't listen to this shit anymore. If I stay here any longer, I'm going to kill both of you and possibly myself at this point." He marched out the best he could, clearly forcing his leg to walk normally to save his already wounded ego. You watched him walk out, down the hall towards the back door before you heard it slam shut.

You stood there, lost for words because…In a way; maybe there was some truth to it all? You reasoned you just didn't want anyone dying unless you had to…But after this…Even you knew you could have gotten at least one head shot in when Stu peaked around the corner earlier to talk you down from shooting them.

Stu released a long exhale from his nose as he stared at you. You both stood there in silence before he spoke up. "You know…I understand why you never want to see me again. I fucked up. You just started trusting me and I scared you. I mean, yeah, it sucks you told that Detective everything. I mean, it's really screwed up man, especially considering what you did years ago but…" He sighed and ran a hand over his neck. "I don't know. I'm pissed but I'm just as pissed off at myself as I am you…I just know that I'm not the only one that feels like this and I'm sick of hearing you don't. I can't be the only one that gives a shit because you spared my life and freedom as much as I spared yours. I need you. Okay, I need you more than you need me apparently. Got it. But I think you secretly at least want to tolerate me too." He offered a slight hopeful smirk that wavered when he saw you wouldn't spare him a glance.

You didn't answer, rolling your tongue inside your cheek and looking away. Stu continued. "I…I'm…Oh shit. God, man, I'm sorry!" He exclaimed while thrusting out his arms before letting them fall to his sides. "You want me to say two words despite my pride? I will. I'm sorry for telling you I was trying to kill Randy. We all were thinking about it! Was I supposed to not name him as a suspect when everything at the time pointed directly to him?" 

You stayed silent and it seemed to eat at him as he sighed dramatically and uttered." Okay fine…Maybe I am a little… Threatened….  Peeved that you have the relationship you do with him. Do you have any idea what it's like to give your best to someone and they still pick someone that just exists over you? I know what I did and what I am but come on. Haven't I proven I changed? Is one slip up enough to cut me off forever?…And he felt like the obvious killer at the time…What more can I do?" 

You slowly looked back at him as he frowned. "Please…YN…I lost it. You want to know what changed? Why can't I kill you no matter how much I should? The threat of you actually being dead changed that. I'm not speaking for happy boy out there but when I saw you lying there, some guy with a gun over your dead body, heard you scream as he shot you…God baby, I thought you died." He visibly looked in pain. Brows up, mouth stretched back and eyes focused on you. His voice softened. "I thought the one girl I love was dead. I never want to feel like that again. I can't. I'll get caught because I'll lose my fucking mind…So I don't know about Billy but you have my word; no matter what I'm never going to make you a target again. I won't. And I'll kill Billy before he ever hurts you. No one's laying a finger on you." 

"...Yeah, but what about my family? Or my friends? Not to mention, can you honestly say you'll never lose your temper and almost kill me ever again? What if Billy wasn't there, would you have stopped yourself? Can you really give your word you won't hurt someone I care about as revenge for something I said or did? Because I don't think you can…Stu, you betrayed whatever trust I was starting to have for you." 

You stared at him, eyes flicking over his face to see if he was being genuine or not as you spoke. He went to step towards you and you instinctively took a step back. He paused mid step before staying in place. He frowned deeply before muttering in a heavy voice. "If you never want to see me again…I guess I'll leave. What more can I freaking do? It'll be like I never existed. Is that what you want?" He demanded. 

You thought long and hard before slightly nodding your head to yourself. "...I think that's for the best."

 

Stu's eyes widened in surprise before he crumbled. His blue eyes seemed brighter as he rolled his lips and looked down with his own nod, hand on his hip as he said. "Okay…Um…Okay. Got it. " He looked up at your ceiling blinking as you bit your lip before speaking. 

You unconsciously held yourself for comfort. Damning yourself for feeling bad. "...Do you think Ghostface will be back? That someone else will put on that mask and try to do what you and Billy did?" 

Stu didn't look at you, voice flat and heavy as he shrugged. "Probably…I don't know." 

You damn yourself but his words repeated in your head mingled with your own thoughts…It would never stop. You three were entangled whether you liked it or not. You and Randy would have never talked after High School had it not been for the Woodsboro murders; Hell, if it wasn't for Mrs. Loomis, you might not have ever spoken again after you moved away and he blamed you for Sidney's death. If it wasn't for Ghostface, Dewey and Gale both may not have been in your life either for the good or bad. Why would Billy and Stu be any different? Actually,  they were more entangled with you with the huge secret than even Randy or Dewey were as other survivors. It didn't mean you needed to like them or hang out with them or be near them…But you didn't need something like this happening again either. 

"Okay. This is what we're doing." You monotoned as you walked over to a notebook and pen on your side table. You sniffed and wiped your eyes before writing down a phone number."I don't want you on my property or hanging out with me ever again. I'm serious. I may only kill you if you give me no choice but bombarding my home unannounced like you did tonight might be that choice." You tore off the page and walked over to him as he looked perplexed. "So, I'm giving you this number just in case of Ghostface happening again. You list me as a different name or memorize this number. Nothing to lead back to me in anyway. That's the deal. And if Ghostface calls in that voice? You'll be my prime suspect because hardly no one has this number." 

Stu scoffed. "Oh, of course me not-" 

"Randy or Dewey?...I hate to ever admit I agree with anything from you but you're right. After Neil, the killer could be anyone. You just have more suspicion your way for obvious reasons." 

"So…No talking or texting? Not even to just make sure we're okay or something?" He asked, frowning as he took the paper and already knew the answer.

You gave him a sad, tight lipped smile as you remembered what you told him when he left your house to go back to his motel before this all happened …But time changes things; especially after what you had been through. "No, I think that will open a door and we'll be back to where we started. This is what I want, Stu." 

He stared down at you and you were surprised to see the raw emotion in his eyes. You stared up at him as he shook his head with tears springing up. "YN, please…You're all I have. I'm not asking to come over or hang out but I can't call you ever again? I can't talk to you ever?" 

You gave a slight huff seeing he definitely wasn't serious about 'leaving you alone forever.' You sucked in a deep breath and shook your head. "No, Stu." 

His lips rolled together as he frowned. It soon turned to a scowl and you instinctively felt nervous as he moved. Shoving past you before he walked over and grabbed the notebook and pen on the table. Right near your gun in its lockbox.

"Stu, what are you doing?-" 

"Giving my number." He furiously wrote it before smacking the pen down on the table. "You know, just in case you change your mind. Incase Dewey is so up Gale's narrow little ass he doesn't think you exist or Randy gets a girl as dorky as he is and suddenly she tells him he can't hang out with you anymore because you're too close." He stood back up to his full height. Eyes glossy as he held a defiant glare.

"They wouldn't…" You didn't finish your sentence as even you knew either one; with Randy so obsessed with the 'geek getting a girl' narrative and Dewey so whipped for Gale was a possibility… Or God forbid if they found out the truth. You swallowed as Stu huffed with a humorless smirk. You both stayed in place, his glare barring down on you before he spoke.

 "I'll give you what you want, YN. I'll leave you alone but just know the day you wake up and realize I'm here, it's me, it's always been me…Here's my digits." He started walking away. " If I change my number; I'll call you and only for that." 

You stopped him. "Wait…I'm gonna go unlock the garage…I want to make sure you both leave." You went to a coat closet and got out an old trench coat to put on to keep yourself warm and dry enough. You paused before getting your gun back out of its lockbox just in case and heading out into the pouring rain before hesitating. You turned to him at the door. "Hey…Before I get the door unlocked; If you want to say bye to Cherri; she's in my room. Want to see her?" 

He nodded as you went to go check on your dog with him following. It had been at least 10 to 15 minutes of her barking and worried about you.

The second you opened the door; she barreled past you to snap her teeth at Stu who nearly jumped against the wall. She barked viciously at him before you yelled at her to heel. She kept barking and trying to pin him to the wall until you snapped at her a second time to back down. She did, eyeing Stu with her neck raised as you saw the inside of your door destroyed and a bit of blood on the wood.

Stu breathed heavily, his frame against the wall as he eyed your dog. 

"Oh Cherri…Let me see." You went to her, bending down to lift her paws and see she had a tiny cut on her front foot from digging at the splintering wood. "Oh, poor baby. You hurt your paw." 

"Yeah, poor baby." He muttered sarcastically as she watched him.

You sighed and petted her head. "I'll have to check it when you guys leave." 

"I-I can help." Stu gave, catching his breath and eyeing Cherri. Swallowing hard and easing away from your wall.

"There's not much to do but clean it. She probably won't allow a bandage…And she doesn't trust you." 

You saw him falter at that before relaxing. "It-It's alright." He took a swallow before easing the tension in his body and getting away from the wall completely. "My dog once had a huge gash on the pad we had to doctor up. Her's isn't nearly as bad so…I can help. I'll just have to gain her trust again." 

He stared at you while he said that as you looked away. You hesitated, not fully trusting him with your dog aka the only one you had out here by your lonesome self…But you nodded as he reached his hand out to her.

She hesitated, sniffing the back of his hand from a distance. Dark eyes never leaving him to see if he was a threat or not but he warily reached out to gently pet her head and she allowed it. You saw Stu smile down at her with a relief of air blowing past his lips as he bent down to pet her face to face. "You're alright, doggie. Just a lil cut is all. I get those every weekend. At least yours doesn't need stitches or antibiotics…My immune systems pretty fucked by now. Then again, maybe those Flintstone gummies our Mom's demanded we eat made our systems freaking nuclear or something?" 

He chuckled to himself as he ruffled her fur near her neck before giving you a hopeful look. His blue eyes still glossy from earlier as you felt an uncomfortable feeling want to creep up. Stu was charming, beyond charming. It was easy for him to sucker you in and you forced yourself to remember the feral look in his eyes as he held a gun up to your face the week before.

Just like that, the allure was gone as you turned to go to the bathroom. You grabbed some neosporin, a gauze and a bandage and came back to Stu still crouched down with her. 

"I highly doubt she won't chew this off but we'll try it…" 

Stu took the supplies from you and motioned to outside. "Do us both a favor. Go tell asshole we're busy before he throws a babyfit. You can just stand on the porch and yell at him if you want to." 

"Are you sure? She might bite you, Stu. I'm serious. Just pet her till I get back, okay?" 

He smiled sadly at her. "Fine, but even if she did, it'll be a souvenir if she does…Might never see her again." 

You wanted to scold him or point out a guilt trip would get him nowhere but you relented. You honestly just shook your head and readjusted your loaded gun on purpose in front of him. "Okay, wish me luck…Both of you be nice." 

Stu barely rolled his eyes and you went to pet Cherri and tell her it was okay as you saw her relax more. You watched a moment to see her licking his face as he chuckled. You felt your chest ache because for whatever reason; Cherri did like Stu. She loved everybody but Stu babied her like no one else. However, even if she was a good judge of character in the moment, she was a dog. She was blissfully unaware of who and what Stu was; An unhinged murderer. 

You forced yourself to walk out onto your back porch, slipping on an easy pair of shoes to go out in. Eyebrows scrunched in confusion when you didn't see Billy just right on the porch smoking a cigarette like you expected of him. An uneasiness rose up from your stomach as you put a hand on your gun in its holster in the pocket of your coat. Definitely not ideal but you didn't have the time to go get your belt. At least it was in its holster.

You eased around the side of your wrap around porch. Rain pouring down but lightning only seen in the distance. You eased your head out, fingers on your guns handle but looked confused when you didn't see him. You instinctively jerked around, hand still on your gun. You expected him to be behind you but…He wasn't. He wasn't on the porch. 

You put your gun in your hand, cautious of WHY he wasn't on the porch. Did he leave? Was he in the house still bullshitting you so he could attack you? Was he planning something? 

You creeped to your front porch; eyes scanning as your knees bent to run or dodge anything he had for you…He wasn't around front either. You saw something in your yard in the pouring rain. Your eyes widened as you saw him. Pacing the yard with his hair and clothes more soaked then they already were. Hands running over his head as he talked to himself. You could see from here the distraught look on his face…You almost called out to him that you were going back in but something stopped you. You watched him for a moment as you gently put your gun back in your coat pocket. It was a far cry from the sarcastic, intimidating, controlling Billy you had gotten used to. An even farther cry from the responsible, quiet but sweet Billy he portrayed himself as at Woodsboro…But the more you thought of it; this Billy pacing your yard was the closest thing to your friend you remembered. Especially on the off hand occasion when you did catch him off guard and he complained about his Dad or Sidney or ALMOST his Mom on one occasion before promptly telling you to change the subject.

'If only you knew the demons in his head he dealt with were really just him.' You bitterly thought, wanting to just turn around and leave him out there. But then you saw him slump against a nearby tree. Releasing a small yell as he smacked the trunk and stared up at your utility light. You saw his brows turned up and his teeth clenched as he was lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts you knew had to do with you and not killing you. 

You stared for a long moment; considering your options before deciding to just confront this. You wish you had an umbrella but all things considered; being drenched in rain water at your own house was the least of your worries. You had your own questions and you were getting answers before Billy ran off and god knows if you'd ever see him again; Ghostface threat that wasn't him or not. You descended down the stairs of your porch and had your hand in your pocket with your fingertips resting on your gun. 

He whipped around, his own hand going towards his pocket as well as he stared at you through the rain. You were a mere 10 feet from him…You could just whip out your gun and shoot him. Maybe Stu would have an issue or maybe he'd be relieved? Either way, Billy could be an example of what will happen to him too…It would be so easy to shoot him and even if you miss; hunt him down like he did Sidney and everyone else that night. Let him feel helpless like he made you feel.

You rolled your lips and got closer as he warily eyed you. He knew he was at a disadvantage with your gun in your pocket. He may have been dumb with details but he was observant enough to know what you had. Here he was, out in the open, with only a knife. On your property you knew like the back of your hand. You could just shoot him in the face and bury him in your backyard and not a soul would know nor care but Stu if you didn't kill him too. Unless digging happened, no one would know and your secret could be protected forever.

But the closer you got, you saw the redness near his irises. No matter the poker face he he gave you or how the rain soaked his face; you saw it clearly. Only seeing him like this the time you caught him by himself and he refused to tell you anything. Just shoved past you and acted like nothing happened the following day.

"What?" He snapped in a sharp tone.

You were momentarily caught off guard, the rain making you shiver slightly as you spoke." Uh…I came out here to tell you me and Stu are taking care of Cherri-" 

"Who?" He demanded with a scrunched face.

"My dog!" You yelled over the rain. "We'll be 5 minutes max and then I'll get the garage door." You eyed him. "...I can let you into the garage now if you want!" Stu had the keys after all so unless he hotwired it, it should be fine.

"I'm fine." He growled out in a haughty tone.

You shook your head, hand still in your pocket over your gun in case. "We'll, you can come back in to get out of the rain-" 

"I said, I'M FINE." He glared at you as he said it. "Now, go away. I'm done with you and every fucked up thing you drag into my life." 

You started turning around half way before whipping back around. You had the upper hand here, you were the one with the gun, you were in the open under a bright utility light cascading everything in an orange-yellow warm hue. You glared back at him and got closer.

 "Billy…Why can't you just stop being an asshole for once?" 

He cracked a sarcastic, angry smile. "Oh? Am I being an asshole, Princess? Considering you're in one piece; I'd say I'm being a pretty nice guy." 

You stared at him before shaking your head. Water dripping down your face, getting chilled and tired of his attitude towards you. "Whatever. Stay out here in the pouring rain pissed off at the world then!" 

"I will. Most of all, at YOU." He remarked, glaring at you. 

"Cool!" You gave with your own smart ass smirk his way and an A-okay hand gesture. "Have a nice fucking life." 

You went to leave when he yelled at you. "Hey!" You turned to see him push against the tree to walk towards you. His hair slicked back with how wet it was. "I don't know what you think this is with me sparing your life but it's only to save my own ass from getting caught, alright?! So save your chummy bullshit for that simp in there." 

"Sure. Whatever." You mumbled, going to turn around when he jerked you back towards him and you instantly gripped your gun, almost pulling it on him before he stared at it halfway out of your pocket then you. He raised his hand up in defense ever so slightly.

"...You gonna use that thing or just keep it as an accessory?" 

"Same goes for you and that knife." You jabbed back.

"How about you remember who I am! I could kill you-" 

You threw up your free hand. "I'm stopping you right there. I already heard this inside; I don't need to hear this again... God, at least Stu can be honest." 

"Oh, and what's Stu Macher so honest about?" He mocked.

"He told me, Billy. He told me how he felt seeing me dead on the ground. I almost died and he was honest with me that that was what made him realize he gave a shit…But believe me, I'm well aware whatever you cared about years ago is ancient history. I was never a friend, I didn't know the real you, you had a minor crush and I was just a potential sexdoll for you to fool around with and leave had your plan went correctly. You don't have to give me a long rant as to why you don't care. I already know." 

"Hey, who the fuck do you think you are to tell me how I feel or think?! Don't speak for me, ever!" 

"So, what is it then?! Why suddenly is your knife not at my throat for every minor inconvenience? Why could you choke me last week but you grabbed my shirt instead tonight? That's all I'm asking before you go! We both know you keep dodging whatever reason it really is and I want to know." You gave him an even stare. "I'm smarter than that, Billy. We both know the media finding out and the risk of getting caught is only half of it. So, what's the other half?" 

He scowled at you, his eyes burning a hole into you as the rain poured. "...I don't-"

He cut himself off as you stared back before he backed away, a slight panic in his eyes once more that you saw inside. His jaw tightened before he spat out. "I told you; it's not the right time so just drop it and head back inside before you get some fucking illness or something and die before I can kill you…Go!" He pointed to the house.

You stayed planted. "You aren't telling me what to do at my own house, Billy. You're not always in control whether you like it or not." He made a move and in turn you showed him half of your gun from your pocket just for him to walk towards you anyways. You went to raise it before he forced your arm down and stared back at you.

You glared at him, ready to kick him and shoot him if you had to…But nothing about his movements were threatening. He stared at you, seeming to want to say something. An open expression on his face rather than a glare.

You stared back at him and whispered. "You can't even control when I die. Why does my death have to be from you and only you? Answer that one for me. Isn't dead just dead? Weren't you happy to see me dead on the ground?" 

He stared back, brows furrowed as he leaned in to whisper back. His dark eyes watching you intently,  going back and forth in thought before said what was so heavily on his mind. "No…Because…I decided if I couldn't have you alive before you did what you did then I'd at least be the one to kill you…No one is taking the satisfaction away from me of finally watching that light leave your eyes. And your blood will be on my blade and only mine…You got that?" 

Your eyes widened considerably at the admission before he shoved you away from himself. "Now get out of here. I'm done talking to you, to him-" He pointed to the house. "-And this entire fucked up situation…I'm coming for you one day, YN. When you least expect it. That's all you need to know. And for the record; no one you love is safe from me. I will make sure to save you dead last." 

You didn't know what he expected of you but you couldn't help the dark chuckle escaping you as you fully put your gun back in your pocket. Clothes sticking to you with how wet they were. 

He snarled in your direction before his features dropped as you spoke. "Ha, well!" You smiled a cold smile his way. "When that day comes, you know, the day you go back to being the guy I fought at Stu's that night; I hope you know I'll have a modest yet oddly human sized pond dug out back there. Might start tomorrow…. It'll be unfinished and I'm just going to decide halfway through to put all the dirt back and put a cement laid gazebo there instead. No one comes here. No one knows you exist…At least you'll have a burial plot in a sense. Mark deserves a plot, Sidney deserves a plot…Honestly,  it's more kindness than you deserve. If I really was like you and Stu; I'd just dump you at a landfill." He watched you with a strange emotion as you lost the smile and shook your head at him. "Just because I might not want to kill you either doesn't mean I won't protect myself or my loved ones…The choice will be made by you." 

You both stared at one another before you realized he wasn't going to ever give you a real reason. And maybe his logic really was the reason? Either way, you decided you had enough of the rain and him. "Goodbye, Billy." 

With that, you left and made sure to be aware if he decided to try and attack you but he didn't. He just stood there in the rain watching you go.

Despite it all, the second you turned around you felt an uncomfortable pit form in your stomach. An uneasiness of how things were being left whether for your own safety or another reason. You weren't sure. 

You went back up the stairs to see Stu watching you from the porch. You stopped mid step and said his name just for him to tell you. "....I think it's beyond time we get out of here. Got the keys?" 

You faltered before checking your other pocket and nodding. You saw the look on Stu's face, how reserved he seemed as he uncharacteristically said nothing. Both of you walked before going past Billy to the garage. No one seemed to want to say a word as you unlocked the garage and opened it to reveal his car. Your CRV parked near the house for now. 

Stu looked over at you and you saw the way he bit his inner cheek before shrugging as Billy got in the passenger side and shut the door. Clearly beyond his emotional limits to talk to you both. 

"So nice of him to be a drowned rat soaking the seat of my car." He offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes before clearing his throat and looking down. "So…I guess this is goodbye." Stu quietly gave, sticking his hands in his pockets and frowning at the ground a moment.

"Yeah, it is…Goodbye Stu." You purposely made distance so he couldn't hug you. You didn't want his touch, you didn't want either of their presence; last week and every other memory too fresh in your mind. 

He gave an accepting nod and got in as you watched him pull out before shutting and locking your garage back up. The rain dying down as it pattered off of his car. He waited in the driveway as you made your way to the house. Once you were halfway there, you heard his car's engine and tires going through gravel and water as he made his way down the road. You got to the porch and watched his tail lights disappear into the rainy night before heading around back and going back to your unlocked backdoor. The security system back up for the front one. 

You got in and shut the door, quickly punching in your code to lock everything once more before using the deadbolt you rarely relied on this time as well. You slumped against the door and closed your eyes. You felt your lip wobble as you took a long shaky breath before seeing Cherri hobble in. Picking up her bandaged paw. To your amazement it was completely wrapped. You didn't expect her to let Stu do that and just figured he left it up to you while you argued with Billy. 

You looked to see their wet and muddy shoe prints in the kitchen. Some vase on the ground in the hallway that was big enough to not worry about Cherri stepping on but still needed cleaned. It was bizarre to think 20 minutes ago you were all arguing in the living room and now they were gone and you may or may not ever see them again. You should jump up and down for joy but something in you just couldn't. You picked yourself up and walked to the living room to brush the vase pieces out of the way with your shoe and to take your coat off as you slipped off your shoes as well. You set your gun on the table and started pulling at your coat sleeves when you saw Stu's note. 

You paused, staring at it and feeling your gaze soften. 

'Think of me once in a while as much as I'll think of you. 

I'll always love you ♡'

A crudely drawn heart and all. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him throwing that word around so easily. At him not able to just leave a number like a normal rational person. Of all the bullshit and emotional manipulation he was constantly doing…And yet, you felt your eyes water. Because maybe if they hadn't done what they had, if they didn't have the horrible sides to them you saw last week, if you were honest maybe…Just maybe. 

"I hate you." You mouthed to yourself as you felt yourself suck in a choked gasp of air. Cherri laid beside you as you crumbled to the floor in a wet heap. Face in your hands. Quietly feeling tears in your eyes as you just sat there to take it all in. "I hate you both."

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"I hate her." Billy muttered to himself. Eyes still burning from earlier which just soured his mood even more. He flinched when he heard sniffling beside him. Slowly turning his head to see Stu furiously wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"...Man, are you crying?" 

"N-No!...Yes…Yeah, so what if I fucking am?!" He smacked his steering wheel and growled out low in his throat. "It's all your fault anyways, man. What genius idea was it to break in?! As if her trust in me wasn't bad enough!" 

"Oh, as if grabbing her from behind was intelligent. Besides, we both had questions and we got answers. You actually think she would have opened the damn door for us?" 

"Yeah, well maybe I didn't want to know those answer's. Ever think of that? No! You only think of yourself you Cold…Slimy…Pretentious Fuck." Stu sneered out as he sniffed hard and wiped his nose with his t-shirt. 

"Didn't think you knew the word pretentious." 

"Go fuck yourself." 

Billy sat there a moment, staring him down as he drove on the curvy road down the hillside. Woods on either side of them. Stu went to say something but relented. Shaking his head with a bitter chuckle that died off in his throat.

"...What, Stu? What is it that you want to get out so badly because I'm not doing this shit the next 2 hour drive." 

"Alright, I'll say it. I had a chance with her and you couldn't stand it. You didn't want to kill her until I admitted liking her, you were so pissed at me at Windsor for helping her after she helped me-" Billy shook his head with a humorless chuckle as Stu ranted. "And you've been a jealous, bitter bitch while we've been together this whole time. It eats you alive that me and her had something and you're fucking ALONE." 

"Bite me. I'm not bitter-" 

Stu didn't let him speak. "The hell you aren't, man! Just admit you love her too and get it over with!" 

Billy finally felt his temper snap at that. "I don't fucking love her, idiot! Just because your desperate. She's nothing but a two faced, weak ass, nagging female that needs knocked down a few pegs." 

Stu gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Don't say that shit about her man. Not right now. Not to me." He warned with an aggressive frown. 

"Oh or what? You want to pull over and fight about it?" 

Stu smacked his steering wheel again. "God damn it, Billy! Just fucking admit it! I saw your face! You were just as devastated as I was!" 

Billy shoved back into his seat. "You didn't see shit. It was dark, cum rag." 

"Not dark enough, douche novel." Stu mocked. "You can't kill her because you know just as well as I do that things are different now! Admit it!" 

Billy grabbed the console and turned to fully glare at Stu. "Fine, will it shut you the fuck up the rest of the ride?! Things are different! I talked to her ass for the first time in 3 years and if we're being really fucking technical then 5 years since we had a decent conversation. She's changed. She's different. She's even more of a challenge now. When I saw her dead? Truly thought that stupid bitch finally kicked the bucket? I had no purpose anymore, alright?! For 5 fucking years my life was hunting her down and getting revenge and now I don't know what to do because for some dumbass reason after that I can't bring my knife to her and it pisses me the FUCK OFF because I'm that same pathetic kid that couldn't kill her in that backyard! Okay?! Is this what you want, cock jockey? Is this what you're all begging of me to get off my chest tonight?!"

Stu nodded throughout the rant as Billy barely took a breath. A strange laugh escaping Stu. "Yeah. Yeah, Billy. That's exactly the shit I want to hear so I can lay my head down tonight and know I was right and you give a shit about her too so we can finally just come to terms with things here!" He paused and added. "And you're a fine one to talk, cocksucker-" 

Stu swerved the second Billy tried to hit him while trying to drive before shoving Billy off. His hand going right into Billy's sternum as a strangled cry escaped the brunette and he grabbed at his front with a pained expression. Stu gave an arrogant smirk before gasping as Billy smacked him in the ribs that were bandaged. 

Stu stopped the car, groaning in pain before Billy spoke up again first. "My…Fuck…My god damn feelings towards this situation is none of your business, dickhead! None! Yeah, something weird has happened and I hate it but that doesn't mean I'm begging and slobbering for her like you are and I never fucking will. She's a pain in my ass that for whatever reason I can't kill right now. Maybe one day I'll get over it and do what needed done years ago." 

Stu glared at him. "You touch her and I'll kill you. Because whatever friendship we had, if we had it at all besides relieving some tension once in a while, is nonexistent compared to how I feel about her…Despite her going to cops again, she's not being killed. I'm not letting you near her." 

Billy eyed him. "Don't worry. You're still hyper fixated and the second she becomes boring to you; you'll be ready to kill her too...It's not anytime soon so stop showing your teeth. Your Master's safe for now…Now, put this shit in drive and take me to my town." 

Stu glared at him while putting it in drive before looking back at the road. Driving away into the night to go their separate ways in a few hours.

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"Dewey? Are you coming to bed?" 

"Y-Yeah!...In a little bit, Gale." 

Dewey sat at his desk, the door locked as he hunched over the desk with the lamp shining on what he was looking at. He stared down at it with scrunched eyes and a worried look. His mouth twitched into a frown under his mustache as he held it in his fingers. 

There in his hand was a photo of you and two men getting out of your car. It was found in the motel next to yours where Neil was hiding out at. He confiscated it to preserve your reputation because as if the media needed to shame you more. Your private life was none of their business…It wasn't his either but he just couldn't stop staring at it. He didn't dare ask you either or show Randy.

It should have been nothing. You were a young woman but…He still didn't like the idea of plural men being in a car with you and he felt icky thinking of WHAT you were doing with them. Enough to make him drop the photo on the desk and grimace with a shiver. You were like his little sister and he'd have the same reaction with Tatum if she had two strange men in her car going to her motel room.

Then he looked at it again. 'No, YN wouldn't do that. She's too smart to invite two random men to her motel during all this…She wouldn't anyways…Would she?' He thought as he picked it backup to stare at it. He could only see a side profile of the taller one as you had on your shades and laughed at something he said…But the shorter brunette he had a clear shot of.

Medium dark brown hair half swooped back but stray bangs fell on either side of his face randomly, a scruffy goatee, high cheekbones on a slender and soft featured face and a small straight nose. What got him the most were the eyes. Distinctive dark eyes that observed his surroundings…They looked so much like.

He smacked the photo down and turned it over at the thought. He felt sick…No. Never in a million years. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were dead and you would not have given them a ride even if they weren't!

He didn't like the idea of you being with two strange men that you didn't tell him or Randy about doing god knows what but he absolutely refused to entertain the crazy idea he and Gale used to argue so much about…'Maybe they just needed a ride?' He reasoned even though that wasn't much better. Especially with a killer on the loose. He knew you were only 23 and 23 year olds are still learning but he expected better of you.

He'd barely slept since finding this. The uncanny resemblance to Billy Loomis so strong and the talker one looking like that Dennis Rafkin guy that looked so much like his character as Stu Macher…What were you doing with Dennis? And who was the other man? What were you thinking in general and what other secrets did you have? 

" Dewey, why is the door locked?" 

Dewey jumped and quickly put the photo in an envelope and then inside a book he knew no one would read then in a drawer. Something about this ate him alive but he couldn't tell Gale. He felt horrible but he didn't feel right telling his fiance. Not after you both just made up.

"C-Coming, honey!" He gave, already pulling out the pet names before she wiggled the door handle.

"Dewey Riley, open this-" 

He quickly opened it for her to be in a short, silky night dress with a raised brow. 

"U-Uh sorry sweetie, I just needed to fill out some things." 

"Like what? Dewey, I don't like secrets already in the relationship." 

"Well, it's embarrassing but…Forget it." 

"No, go on."

He rubbed the back of his neck with a cringe. "I was…Looking into joining the force again." 

She looked surprised. "Oh." 

"Forget it! It's dumb. Why would they want an ex deputy that's now a useless-" 

"Hey, don't say that about yourself. Don't ever say that." 

He sighed with a deep frown. "...That has more disabilities than what the average precinct is willing to put up with?" 

She grabbed him and pulled him towards her. "Dewey, I think it's an amazing idea. You don't belong in Hollywood or Paris or New York…I think you should reapply at Woodsboro." 

"...Really? But my record there-" 

She smiled up at him. "Yes, forget it! You said it, Woodsboro feels real. I don't know what I was doing all these years chasing fame when the most important thing was right here." 

Dewey smiled softly at her and brushed her hair from her face. "Gale…" 

"Besides, I kind of like the idea of Deputy Dewey again. It's sexy." She smiled with hooded eyes, leaning into him as he chuckled.

"Yeah?" He quirked a mischievous smirk. "Are you a law abiding citizen?" 

Gale giggled and stepped back to show off how short her dress was. "Me? Oh no. I've got secrets. I'm a bad, bad girl officer. What are you gonna do to me for being so bad?" 

Dewey felt himself thinking of his own secret now. 

"Uh, DEWEY?" Gale scoffed as he shook himself and grabbed her with a grin as she laughed.

"Well, sounds like you're under house arrest. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law." Dewey went to pick Gale up and faltered. Gale gave him a sympathetic look but Dewey just sucked in a breath and forced himself to struggle with his bad arm to use all his strength for his good arm and leg to hold her up princess style. The nerve damage is not as bad but still very much there. 

Gale gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're amazing, Dewey…Now, I believe the handcuffs for me are…That way." She motioned to the bedroom as they kissed while he quickly got her there as fast as he could before he might drop her.

The photo that was now a secret he wished he could ask you but couldn't. It was momentarily pushed aside but still lingering in his mind nonetheless.

…What secrets were you keeping from him and Randy?

#scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #fanfic #scream 3 #terrible trilogy

[lgbtlunaverse]

Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intend to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.

#this is about tenko bnha #but it is also about dahlia ace attorney #watch the nezumiVA videos on ace attorney trilogy they're great #anyway dahlia saying she (at like. 6 years old) apparently convinced her father to abandon her sister. hmmm #also everyone including herself thinking of her as the manipulator in control with terry when she was 14 dating a 20 y/o #anyway these characters both did do terrible things but feel the need to pile on more and remove nuance from where it exists #to convince themselves that this is what they really want. that they chose this. #it's about the loss of control it's about being a victim feeling worse than being a villain #at least if you were the bad guy you had autonomy #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura #dahlia hawthorne

[melonimili]

i love you maya 💜

#i'm scrambling for some time to post between uni work #aggghh #ace attorney #maya fey #ayasato mayoi #melon's art #undescribed #i am really really looking forward to play the second aa trilogy when the ports finally come out #i tried emulating aa4 and it didn't quite work... but that may be because i have a terrible computer #melon's art: ace attorney

[tomatette]

Lucy has the prettiest Kylux art <3 And she's so kind to allow me to post yet another animated version of one of her pieces. Find the original here and shower it with love.

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#kylux #armitage hux #kylo ren #allthestuffimade #domhnall gleeson #adam driver #huxlo #general hux #ben solo #benarmie #hux #star wars fanart #star wars art #sw art #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars sequels #animated art #this is by no means perfect (the animation - no the art) #it's the first time i actually tried something like this #it's still a little rough and jerky (and the bendy ring finger will forever be the bane of my existence haha) #but i think for a first try it's not terrible #:) #thank you lucy!

[the-river-rix]

I love toxic queer characters I love queer characters who are allowed to do terrible things and be complex and fucked up I love queer characters who perpetuate abuse and trauma I love queer characters who contribute to cycles of abuse I love queer characters who are part of the systems that harm queer people I love queer characters who have internalized ideas that are harmful to or oppose queerness I love queer characters who make themselves a slave to their passion I love queer characters who force themselves into stereotypes and others ideas of being queer I love queer characters who are flawed and messy and problematic

I also love when queer characters have to reckon with their flaws I love when queer characters have to unlearn their own prejudice and hate to truly be liberated I love when queer characters are punished for their bad choices I love when queer characters work to change and make amends I love when queer characters break cycles of abuse I love when queer characters grow and learn I love when queer characters get to be complex and human and get to grow and heal and also cause harm because people and their life experiences aren’t perfect and linear and unproblematic and life is too complicated and all encompassing to make simple and clear and inherently good and moral

I love when queer characters aren’t denied the true multifaceted and all-encompassing and real reality of life

#feeling silly #marvin falsettos #the marvin trilogy #hedwig and the angry inch #hedwig #jason mcconnell #bapo #hawkins fuller #fellow travelers #izzy hands #joe pitt #whizzer brown #angels in america #audhd moment #never the sinner #I think I’m so drawn to complicated and objectively bad queer people in history and their stories #because of the reality of humanity not being a wholly pure and good thing #and by denying that queer people can be terrible and awful and problematic you deny them the full scope of humanity #not to encourage queer people to be terrible or excuse their actions #but to acknowledge the complexity of life and being marginalized and representation #idk

[leithillustration]

So full of love for these guys! I need to do more drawings of them. Especially of softer, rounder Simon when he’s no longer malnourished from being in the care system :/

I wanted to give myself the challenge of creating a book cover design, and making the mock-up was fun. I’m not sure how I feel about the overall look.. maybe it’s a bit too busy? I really wanted to have Watford in the background and the dragon wings, and details like Penelope’s ring. Simon is secretly wearing his trainers but they got hidden by the title banner 🤦‍♂️

I love how much illustration is being used on the covers of YA fiction right now. Having my artwork on a queer YA book cover would be a dream.

#simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #carry on #rainbow rowell #gay wizards #penelope bunce #terrible boyfriends #tie our hearts together chamber by chamber #simon snow trilogy #fanart #carry on fanart #book cover art #simon snow fanart

[missunderstood-with-ideas]

Hera: children you have not found the love of your life if you didn’t find them in the trash!

*Sabine and Ezra both look at Kanan*

Kanan: why do you assume that I was in the trash?!

Leia: no she’s got a point

Ezra: does this mean I can space Kallus cuz Zeb didn’t find him in the trash!

Kallus: Bridger I swear

Zeb: kid….Kallus was the trash

#Hera later regrets staying this because Ezra uses this quote to dig through dumpster and keep the space raccoons #Sabine pushes her gf in the dumpster #Hera tells her that doesn’t count #Leia says it does #Ezra finds Luke in a trash compactor but ignores the boy to save the trash monster #Luke falls in love when a blue hair boy shoves him to save a trash monster #Leia dispares that her brother was the one found in the trash #she punishes Luke by hosing him with a fire hydrant #also because he smells terrible #Leia yells at Ezra for pushing Luke further into the trash #Ezra tells her to then keep him out of trash compactors #Ezra went in the trash for the cute trash animal not for true love #Sabine is jealous that the little bro finds the trash true love before her #Hera canonically found Kanan in a dumpster and proceeded to fist fight a gang over him #hera syndulla #sabine wren #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #leia organa #zeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus #star wars rebels #star wars the original trilogy #the ice moon #a new dawn #Hera Syndulla x Kanan Jarrus #Ezra x Luke #kallus x zeb #han x leia #Star Wars rebels incorrect quotes

[tyrianlynch]

When Niall’s Tragic Backstory was revealed in greywaren

#captain of team I Don’t Forgive Niall #I know some of y’all are gonna hate this #I’m sorry for hating on ur fav dilf #just bc hes a terrible father doesn’t mean he can’t still be a dilf! #trc #the Raven cycle #tdt #the dreamer trilogy #greywaren #Niall lynch

[asteroids-and-tractorbeams]

Reasons why it’s probably for the best that Eli Vanto doesn’t show up in Tales of the Empire

There is an 95% chance he will be whitewashed if he shows up especially since Lucasfilm animation has a terrible track record of animating non-white features (if you don’t believe me look up Unwhitewash the Bad Batch)

Thranto is never going to happen in canon even if he does show up so it’s just one less thing for stans to be bitter about

The animated short he is most likely to appear in seems like it’s Morgan Elsbeth centric which means AT BEST he would get a 10 second cameo with no explanation of who he is anyway

Tales of the Empire is likely going to tie directly into Ahsoka (particularly with the aforementioned Morgan Elsbeth episode) and is that really a storyline we want Eli in?

#I want to see Eli outside of the Thrawn trilogy i really do I promise #but also it would be a terrible first appearance #and he deserves something that is actually going to focus on him and not like a 2 second cameo #eli vanto #tales of the empire

[velvetwyrme]

@idkthylocinesareprettydope Trust me, the alternative was worse.

He could have been Moe.

#(/lh to all this ofc) #it pained me to draw sans as godot but i was like. none of the other characters fit and the pose+cup was too good to give up #again. my alternative was moe jjdkjjdjbfkjfkbf #velwy.txt #comic sans comic #i was watching RTgames playthrough of the AA trilogy while drawing and i was fucking PLAGUED by this guy #aha aha aha aha! #TERRIBLE

[pacey-bunce-loves-joey]

one bite and you’ll agree that maybe cannibalism CAN be sexy

#poor thing is terrible at metaphors #and he still gets it #simon snow #baz pitch #awtwb #snowbaz #carry on countdown #coc 2023 #rainbow rowell #carry on #simon snow series #the simon snow trilogy #wayward son

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 25 pt. 1

*TW: Suicidal Tendencies/ Thoughts from YN*

wordcount: 7,500

"Surprise YN… URGH! SHIT-" 

Stu groaned in pain after you jabbed him in the ribs with your flashlight as hard as you could. He went to grab you again and missed. Knocking the flashlight from your hand as you narrowly dodged him grabbing your arm before shoving a stray chair in his path. 

"YN! Wait a minute!" Stu yelled out before wincing and hissing under his breath, "God she got the bad ribs too. Every freaking one of them-" He clutched his side and ran after you. 

You ran as fast as you could to the other room and practically barrel rolled to get the lock box on the table. Both Billy and Stu rushed in after you before ducking down each with a yelp when you opened fire, a vase nearby shattering into a million pieces as they both scrambled away.

"YN! It's us you fucking idiot!" Billy squawked out from the ground. 

"I KNOW!" You snapped while aiming with only one hand in a way you didn't usually do with your other hand still recovering. 

Stu raised a hand with an urgent yell. "Hold on! Just hold on a second!" 

  "What are you doing here?! I warned you to never ever come here!" You argued.

Stu gave around the corner of the hallway. "H-Hey, I didn't come to fight, I was just goofing around! Ya know, just making an entrance!" 

"Well I'm not laughing, Stu!" 

"Yo, we just wanted to talk!" He yelled back.

"Then pick up the phone and call like a normal fucking person!" You tried seeing in the dark without your flashlight with it knocked out of your hand somewhere in the kitchen. The thunder rumbled as you tried to prevent your hands from shaking.

 Billy countered from somewhere in the room you couldn't see. "We don't have your number after your old cellphone got destroyed, remember? And you didn't give Stu your house phone. Can't imagine why." Billy sarcastically said in-between grunts; sounding like he was struggling to move around near the furniture but you couldn't see. "Kind of stupid to give him your cell's digits, too." 

"Really? Like, you actually think nows the time for petty digs, dick?" Stu countered, still hidden around the corner near the hallway to the kitchen. 

You sucked in a shaky breath, aiming everywhere in the room as you heard thunder roaring, wind howling and Cherri barking from your bedroom. A harsh streak of lightning lit up the room in an off blueish white hue for a second. Just enough for you to see Stu a few feet away. You gasped, went to point the gun before feeling something jerk you back by your shoulders as an arm looped around your collarbone and another twisted the gun out of your hand. You held onto it, releasing a frustrated yell as you tried to not let Billy get that gun from you before he harshly hissed in your ear.

"Drop the gun right now, YN. We're just talking, alright? Just for now, I'm not slashing you up." 

"Fuck you!" 

"Drop it. NOW." 

"No!" 

"Alright, screw it." He grabbed your bandaged hand and put pressure on it. You cried out, a sharp pain shot up your arm at just the pressure he used before you dropped the gun from your other hand. Despite it all, you jerked from his hold and jumped to grab it on the ground in the dark before it was intercepted by Stu.

Your face fell. So many deja vu moments hitting you as you were cornered by Billy while Stu held your gun. A stormy night all alone facing down the killers.  He gave you a look you could barely make out in the dark before walking over and putting it back in your lockbox. Slamming it shut and shoving it to the side. Both of them soaked as Billy's hair clung to his cheek and Stu's thin shirt was clinging to his body. You all stood still for a moment as the storm raged around your home.

You gave a panicked glare at them in the dark, lightning from your nearby window highlighting them every so often.

"I told you, Sweetcheeks. We just needed to ask you some things." You went to run to your phone in your bedroom when Stu blocked you. You noticed he clutched his right side as he did so. "Nuh uh. YN, it's not happening." 

Your eyes widened as he grabbed you and turned you around to face Billy and away from any exit.

"...What do you both want?" 

"Answers." Billy replied instantly as you heard his boots creaking the floorboards as he walked.

"Then hurry up and ask them and then get the hell out of my house." 

"Awful cocky for someone with no weapon, security systems down and no phone on hand from the looks of it…And uh, you're pretty isolated out here, aren't you?...It's just us three for miles." You could hear the smugness in Billy's voice. 

To your surprise, Stu sighed and released you. "We're not here to fight. I'm serious, we just had questions we needed to ask before we leave…Right, Billy?" 

Billy just grunted in response. Not a very convincing one either.

"The fuck you aren't! You break into my house on a stormy night when you know I'm alone after I told you both specifically not to show your faces ever again and you claim you're not here for a fight?" 

"Sweetcheeks, look. No knives out, no ones restraining you, no threats…Just calm down and chill, girl." 

"Seriously? You want me to calm down after everything that's happened? Oh and what are you suddenly best friends again looking out for each other? All the bad blood just washed itself under the bridge?" 

"That wasn't part of the conversation, YN." Billy said with a tinge of irritation.

Stu huffed. "Don't you worry your pretty head about us. Let's just say we both called a temporary truce despite the lies and bullshit." He cocked his head as your eyes adjusted to the lack of lighting. "Just… Just answer some simple questions and tell us the truth. If you tell us; we'll leave." 

'Liars.' You thought as You shook your head and monotoned. "Why would I tell you? After what you two did…Why would I tell you anything when you already threatened my life?" You raised both your arms out with an outraged look. "Besides, I already know Stu went to the cops as Dennis!" 

Stu raised a finger. "Ah, ah- I got found as Dennis and got taken in whether I liked it or not. Had to pretend a bullet hadn't grazed my ribs a few days prior. I was about to piss myself with all the dumbass questions they asked. Rest assured, Dennis Rafkin is in the clear. I even nabbed Gale's file of me from her bag on my way out the door. So yeah, Dennis is gonna be A-Okay." 

"But Stu Macher and Billy Loomis; we're not so sure about." Billy muttered.

You huffed with a disbelieving look. "So…You want to know just how much I told the cops or what? You'll kill me?" 

"Stop trying to fight if and just tell the truth…You can't lie; we'll know." Billy gave as you saw the outline of him become more clear the closer he was to your nearby window. Lightning in the distance through the glass. You soon noticed he was stiff with his left leg.

You stared right back at him before looking between the two and shaking your head. "...Is this some weird trick?" 

"Why would it be?" Stu asked.

"Because how do you know I'm not lying? Huh?...How do you know whatever answer I give you is the truth?" 

"I don't know. People tend to be pretty honest in-between two knives. Spill their guts every time." Billy mused as he glanced at the rain streaking near the window he stood at. You heard Stu give a long exhale through his nostril behind you followed by a "Man…" Under his breath.

"I didn't tell them anything. " 

"Bullshit." Billy scoffed.

"Okay, so you already know? So this is one of your rigged mentally screwed up tests. " 

"We know you got in a Detective's vehicle after our fight. Even Deputy Doofus could figure that one out…I just want to hear it from your mouth how much you told them so I can prepare." Billy urged.

You bit your inner cheek realizing…It would never stop. Not until you killed them or they killed you. And you knew them too well. Billy either already knew the answer or would be paranoid that you're lying and would probably just kill you regardless. Stu is so desperate to possess you he'd make up any excuse to hold you hostage or stay just to 'make sure' you were being truthful…There was no use in even trying anymore.

You stared a moment before huffing with a shake of your head. "You really want to know?...Okay fine...I…I told them everything." 

Stu stiffened behind you and Billy tilted his head to stare you down. A loud clap of thunder sounded as another streak of lightning highlighted their faces once more as you were cornered between the two.

Billy's voice lowered. "What do you mean you told them…Everything? How much exactly did you fuck up?" 

You sucked in a shaky breath. "...I told them everything…I did. From Woodsboro to me letting you both go and lying at Windsor to even helping you both this time around."

Stu shook his head furiously. "Nah. No  you wouldn't jeopardize yourself like that."

"For Randy and Dewey and my loved ones I would...Look at me Stu. I told them I was involved and how I was involved."

Stu stared, jerking back slightly as he clearly saw you were serious.

Billy's tongue moved inside his cheek as he glared at you. The light from your window illuminated the room in dark blue just enough to barely see. He finally spoke up with narrowed eyes your way. "...Then where are they? Why aren't there mugshots of us or the fucking FBI on our asses?" 

"How do you know they aren't looking for you and they're just keeping it on the down low? How do you know I'm not wearing a wire or the entire house isn't bugged?" 

They subconsciously glanced around the room before Billy huffed. "Again; full of shit. If it was true; you wouldn't tell us about it. What do you think we are, stupid?" You opened your mouth and he interrupted. "Don't answer that if you like breathing." 

You closed you mouth and gave him an annoyed stare before speaking again. "Maybe. But I told them everything when Detective Kincaid picked me up; they're already looking for you and I'll just have to deal with my role in this in court when they arrest you. Sorry but I couldn't exactly hide how I acted after running for my life out of our motel." 

You saw that switch in Billy as his eyes narrowed a fraction.  "Is that so? You mean when you willingly got in his car after spraying me in the fucking face?" Billy scowled at you in anger. "After I stopped Stu from blowing your head off? Is that when?" 

Stu groaned. "Man, don't do this shit Billy. We talked about this!" 

Billy's glare slid over to Stu for a second before centering back onto you. 

You returned that glare. "Don't forget it was only after you and Stu threatened to kill my only friends and you put your hands on me, Billy. After that, I sure did tell the cops everything to save myself and them. You both were gonna kill Randy no matter what; I had to do something!…Considering you choked me at Milton's as revenge for spraying your eyes; I would have thought you'd be over it by now…My necks not sore anymore but what about yours? You looked like you were struggling a bit with Neil."  You gave with a tilt of your head and mockery in your voice. 

Billy's lip twitched into a slight sneer. He went to say something when Stu jutted out a hand towards you and interjected."So you told them everything?" 

"Everything." 

Billy stared at you and shook his head slowly with narrowed eyes. You could see bruises on his face and head from last week the closer he got. "...No. …What are you trying to pull here?" 

"Nothing." 

 "Then why are you telling us the very thing you know will piss us off? Why do you have a death wish right now?...I'd say it's a trap but I don't know how unless you're just really bad at it...You have a recorder on you or what?" 

Stu cautiously looked around himself after Billy said that. Clearly wary, maybe you did have the place bugged.

Billy continued. "Doesn't matter. Record our voices all you want; they still don't have our faces and will never find us."

You rolled your lips before uttering. "...You want to know why I'm giving you this warning to get out? Because I will NOT be some Laurie Strode dealing with you two as my Boogiemen for the next 20 years. I'm done with all of this and if that means risking my life to get you caught then so be it. How about some consideration that I'm giving you a heads up to run away and never look back." 

Billy eyed you. "This place isn't bugged and no cops are here to rescue you because if they were; they'd be here by now and you'd be side stepping more to get more evidence. " He got a little closer, tilting his head and lowering his voice. "No one's listening, no one else is here and you're lying through your teeth to scare us off…So like I said; what's the reason for the death wish in pissing us off?" 

You tried so hard to maintain the glare but something in you was cracking…You were tired. So, so tired. You felt like your body was betraying you as you bit your lip to prevent it from wobbling. "…I really don't have as many reasons to fight as I thought I did. Maybe I'm tired of fighting. " Your voice cracked ever so slightly. The idea of leaving your family and Randy and Dewey and Cherri and any future you had behind was awful but so was dealing with these threats forever. You were so tired of it all.

Billy's brows furrowed in confusion while Stu gave Billy a look before mumbling out. "...Oh shit…What happened? Well, besides whatever happened to your hand." 

You could hear the bitterness in your own voice. "Besides you two? The usual. A delusional masked freak ruining my life…And my hand's the least of my problems right now." You countered, voice heavy with unshed tears as Stu shook his head.

"Nah, you lost something important this time…Someone. I know Randy and Dewey lived because we saw them before escaping." 

"It's nothing. I told the cops. You got your answer so just get out of here before you do something to get yourselves caught."

You felt a pit form in your stomach as Stu scoffed under his breath behind you. "I get it…You didn't tell the whole precinct, did you?"

You snapped more aggressively than you meant to. "I told you I did!" 

Billy got too close for your comfort, staring you down with that probing gaze. "Did you really?" 

"Yes!...Okay, I did! I'm sure the entire LAPD and the FBI knows and is after you-" 

Billy tilted his head and cut you off. "You're sure or you know for a fact?" 

You faltered. "What? I told them all at the precinct!" 

Stu spoke up. "You're lying." 

"I'm not, okay?! I'm done! I told them and now there's nothing to do but wait till you're caught." 

"Another lie." Billy raised a brow. "You seem nervous, YN… Like you're bluffing." 

"I'm not." You challenged, swallowing and trying to hold the eye contact Billy was giving you. 

Your face fell as Stu figured it out. "…Holy shit. It was that pretty boy Detective, wasn't it? Now I remember; Dewey mentioned him being dead. The one that Billy said picked you up? He's dead now, isn't he? I didn't see him at the precinct when I was brought in and the door with his name on it was wide open with a bunch of flowers on his desk. " 

Billy raised his brows. "So, the guy that picked you up. You told him?"

"Yes, I did! You can believe me or not but I told the cops-" 

"No, I get it now…You told one cop." Billy drew out. "One. Dead. Cop." 

"Sweetcheeks, if they all knew; Then why did the precinct not have me booked after asking me questions? If there was a manhunt for me; I think the guy that looks like me would have been their number one suspect���They don't know…Could Randy or Dewey know? Maybe so, babe. But they aren't here right now and Dewey isn't exactly arresting anyone anytime soon." Stu smiled a little. "No authorities know anything." 

The silence stretched out as you knew Stu's wishful thinking was confirmed by the body language you failed to hide. 

Billy cocked his head to the side with realization and a slow smirk tugged at his lips. "Ohh…So that's why you're so difficult right now. You put all your faith in that one little pig and now he's buried 6 feet under…And I'm guessing; so is our secret… Am I right, YN? No one knows we're alive and a threat, huh?" 

You jerked away with a pained intake of air, trying not to look at either of them as the tears welled up in your eyes no matter how hard you tried not to cry. "Eat shit." You whispered back, trying to keep your voice from shaking as your eyes burned. 

"You actually thought it would work? That you and that Detective would put away the bad guys and go get married and live happily ever after like none of this ever happened?" Billy scolded before you yelled at him.

"I said eat shit, Billy!" You yelled over your shoulder, walking closer to the window.

"You can be mad all you want at the truth but you'll never have a normal life. Not after what we saw…You have survived this long for a reason. I'll give you that much." Billy gave with a slight shrug. "I mean, I've done better but not bad for your first time. " 

You hesitated at that before Stu continued for him.

"I know I said I didn't want to fight or anything but Babe…I gotta say it, you were so badass. Hottest thing I've ever seen once I got over the shock of it all." 

Billy huffed. "I wouldn't go that far." 

"I would so shut the fuck up, man!...Seriously. I mean, you wasted that bitch." He released a chuckle as he grinned and came closer to you. "I always knew you had it in you. Even if you don't agree, It's why I said we need each other-" 

You jerked back around to glare at Stu as he stopped mid step. "I DON'T NEED YOU!"  

Stu smirked down at you. "Oh, is that so? Randy and Dewey looked terrified of you. I think you were a little bit scared of yourself too and you know why? Because secretly you liked it. It felt great, didn't it? " He grinned ear to ear. "Come on, I know you enjoyed it even if you won't admit it…You think Randy could accept you being involved with us? You think the dead Frat Boy could handle you doing whatever it takes to survive? You actually think that the Detective wouldn't have been a little afraid of you and have you on a watchlist after you stabbed that chick so many times?" 

"It was self defense-" 

Billy chimed in. "One time is self defense. You stabbed her almost as much as I did Maureen. You know, the thing you were sooo disturbed by on that set." Billy chuckled ever so slightly. "I gotta hand it to you; even I was a bit surprised." You stared with wide eyes and your mouth parted as Billy's smirk grew. "Looks like you don't have room to throw stones anymore, YN." 

"It…Was Self…Defense!" You drew out through your teeth.

Billy shrugged. "Whatever helps you sleep at night…I don't care, honestly. However, I do have a few burning questions that need to be answered." He lost the smirk. "Like did you have that cop just waiting outside our motel for the right moment? How long were you working with a damn cop?!" 

"I DIDN'T! He was stalking outside our room after he dropped me off that day and sensed something was off. You're right, I'm a bad liar and he saw that." You felt them staring as you yelled out. "DO I LOOK LIKE I'M LYING?!" You shook your head and backed away. "What is this?...Why are you really here? You knew they weren't manhunting Stu when he was taken in so why are you really here?!" 

Stu opened his mouth to speak but Billy answered first. "We came here for answers." 

"Well, you got them! I stabbed you in the back, sold you out to Mark and he's dead! I have NO ONE to help me now and your secret is lying in the grave with him. We're square now, alright?!" You pointed to the door, a storm still raging outside. "So, get out!" 

Billy tsked and looked at Stu who shook his head at him. "You hear that? We're square now. Even Steven." 

"What?" Your voice had an edge to it.

"Do I gotta spell it out for you? You still sold us out." Billy gave simply.

"I thought you said you'd leave if I answered your questions?" You countered. "Let me guess; A lie. Shocking."

Billy scoffed. "Fuck that now. You think after everything you could just admit to selling us out and we'd get over it?" Billy argued. "That you could go toe to toe with us like you did and we'd just shrug and get over it?" 

You looked at Stu and he struggled with himself. Looking towards the window as it illuminated his features. "...It was fucked. I'm still ticked off and I really don't know how to handle that without doing something crazy but…Billy, let's just get the hell out of here! The cops don't know, man. Okay? We're good." 

"Shut the fuck up, Stu. You want to just walk out that door KNOWING she's betrayed us not once but twice?" He glared at you once more. "Maybe we should give the cops something to come here for? Maybe we should do exactly what she accused us of and kill off all the survivors that could ruin our lives?" 

You shook your head with a defeated look. "What do you want, Billy? You want me to beg for mercy? Get on my knees and sob for my life?" 

"Maybe." He uttered. "It'd be a start." 

"No." You quietly gave a crackling waver to your voice you hated as he tilted his head."After everything you've done, you of all people should know what it's like to fight for those you love. You did it on that stage…So what if I'm not sorry and I don't beg?" 

His demeanor changed. As you brought up his past hurts. "Then you'll piss off the murderers and we all know how that goes." 

Stu glared at him and went to argue his point before you spoke up.

"Fine. Then kill me." You simply gave with your arms wrapped around yourself. A stray tear fell even when you fought it. Crying in front of them felt like just another failure on your part. "Go on and stab me then. I stabbed you both in the back for a second time putting my friends before you. Putting myself before you. So why not just finish what you both wanted to do 5 years ago? One less survivor to worry about." 

Billy shook his head in disbelief.  "...God, you really have lost it." 

"Because you forced me to lose it! What choice did I have after all this shit but to lose my sanity and will to survive?! Unlike you two, I had no choices other than let you kill my friends or go along with your fucked up game and end up dead or in prison. You had only yourselves while I had my entire family and friends to think about!…When are you going to finally grow up and own up that all of this was your fault. ALL of it. Your plan was stupid, your motive was weak and everything is fucked because of your choices! Roman groomed you and Stu egged you on and your parents clearly caused severe emotional damage-" 

"Stop." Billy ordered with a panicked look in his eyes.

"- But you made the ultimate choice to do what you did unprovoked. It wasn't even revenge; it was just you pissed off at the fucking world for your homelife and unable to accept the truth about your parents. You brought all this upon yourself because even if Maureen was wrong; your Dad was wrong too and your Mom made you a second priority to herself! However, no matter how fucked your family was or if Roman used you; You had choices and you made the worst ones you could have possibly made. ALL OF THIS… Is… Your…. FAULT!" 

"YN, seriously, cut it out! Damn! We're leaving, okay? You made your point-" Stu went to jerk Billy by the shoulder but Billy gritted his teeth and jerked it out of his grasp.

"Watch your mouth, YN." Billy gave with a darkening stare your way as he retrieved his knife from his pocket. "I mean it. You're pushing your luck so bad right now." 

"Then stab me, BILLY!" You yelled with your arms outstretched.

"YN!" Stu exclaimed with a growl of irritation to his voice as he got out his own knife and got ready. "For god sakes-" 

You continued as you saw Billy gripping and ungripping his knives handle at his side. "No! I'm done! You both might as well just kill me because you've ruined my life so much…I might as well be dead anyways. You've taken so many lives; what's one more?...The truth is, you already killed me 5 years ago in that shed when I found out the truth. You want to talk about betrayal? That messed me up. The YN you knew in High School is dead and my life hasn't been the same since that fucking night…You go on and on about your heartbreak; Sid thought you loved her just for you to be her Mom's killer. Tat died thinking Stu loved her. And guess what?...." You hesitated, choking on what you were about to say. You sucked in a breath and stopped yourself. "...I'm done with you and all of this." 

Billy lost all his cockiness. Stu frowned at you and a strange look washed over Billy before he shook his head slowly with a subdued glare. "...Fine. I ruined your life and killed the Prescott's because I was a pissed off kid at my fucked up family and you're the innocent victim like always. That make you feel better? Huh?...Feel like dying after getting that off your chest?" 

"Yeah, I guess so…. Go ahead and do it."  

Stu's eyes widened as he got between you both.  "Woah, woah! W-We just wanted some freaking answers, man! We're all getting carried away here-" 

"You got your answers and you're still here because you apparently don't like the answers I gave you OR you really just wanted to kill me all along and used it as an excuse…WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! DO IT!" You demanded with a yell. "Go on. Paint the walls with my blood or gut me like a fish or whatever other threat you've given me all these goddamn years. I won't fight back."

"...Wait…You're serious??" Stu asked.. 

They both exchanged looks for entirely too long. Billy's mouth slacked slightly and you saw Stu completely lost for words…You scrunched your face in confusion. "What are you waiting for? I have no weapon, my phone is in my room, no one's here, I can't possibly fight you both off at the same time, there's nowhere to run even if I do escape. If I'm stabbed and run away, I'll bleed out before I could even get help…I'm done. I can't fight you both again. I just can't." You softly murmured with the tears freely flowing. Angry just as much as defeated sadness. "So go ahead. I've said my peace and maybe me dying will give Dewey and Randy a heads up before you can get to them…Kill me and move on. No one will know it was you." 

You saw Stu trying to form something to say and for once was speechless while Billy's jaw clenched as his brows went upward in what you could only describe as struggling with himself before he visibly gritted his teeth and glared.

"...What the fuck is wrong with you?...HUH!?" He barked out in an agitated yell enough to make you flinch as he walked towards you. "You just want to die? You're just giving up?! What the fuck happened to that bitch that has done NOTHING but bring me HELL the last few years from fighting me every time?! What are you trying to do here?" 

"I'm not doing anything. I already told you to kill me. So, do it." ,

Stu exclaimed. "Yeah but…You're serious?! This isn't just you trying to press your luck or fight…You're just gonna stand there and let him or us stab you to death?" 

"Yeah, I guess so. Go on." You held up your arms outward as a sigh to let them and just stood there.

You expected Billy to march over to you and accept it or for Stu to fight him on it or both of them to do it because you weren't a challenge anymore…But instead, Billy just glared at you, huffing while he held his knife in his hand from his pocket and Stu shook his head at you with a disbelieving look.

"...Do it!" You felt yourself almost getting angry. Adrenaline pumping and disbelief at what you were seeing. "God damn it, do it! What is the issue, Billy?! What? Can you only do it if I'm crying and screaming?! You want me to run around here playing the helpless victim?! Is that what gets you going enough to raise your knife?!" 

"Fuck you!" You saw his jaw clench as he gripped his knife tighter and his hair with the other hand. "Shut the fuck up!" 

"No, FUCK you! Do it! I'm sick of the threats, I'm sick of fighting, I'm sick of everyone getting to live their lives but me!" You felt your lip quiver as Stu deeply frowned at you and Billy started pacing and gripping his head with a frustrated growl in his throat as you ranted. " So just kill me, damn it, fucking do it." They stared in silence but you could see Billy gripping and ungripping his knife as you yelled. "I'm never getting a normal life or a life how I want so why fight anymore?! Go ahead and kill me like you did my best friend! Kill me like you did Sidney!" 

"You're not Sidney!" He snapped, yelling louder than he normally did as you stopped your rant to stare at him. He sucked in air through his nostrils as Stu watched as Billy forced out through his clenched teeth. "God damn it; You're not Sidney Prescott and you don't get to die that easily!" 

"Then what the hell am I?...What am I then?" You asked hopelessly. Brows shooting up as you stared.

Silence stretched out as you both stared in the darkened room before Billy shook his head in disgust. "...I'll kill you when I'm ready. Not when you're begging me. You're right, no ones here to save you because no one knows we even exist. I'm not killing you while your name is still circulating in the papers. Consider this your extremely lucky freaking day." 

"Alright, enough man. You got that out of your system; let's get the keys from her and go-" Stu tried reasoning but it was too late. You didn't even hear him. You felt ready to crack with Billy the prime target as you interrupted Stu. 

"Motherfucker...You piece of shit fucking asshole!!" You yelled out in a guttural cry that wanted to crawl out of you for far too long. It was a scream similar to what you gave while protecting Neil from being tortured by them. You couldn't contain it erupting from you.

Billy raised his brows at you and so did Stu. You pointed an accussing finger their way enraged. "You came here to just scare me, you fuckers!? To talk about some questions you already knew the answer to just to what? Watch me bare my soul and break down?! Is this what you want so badly Billy?! To see me crack?!" You shrieked, huffing as angry tears streamed down your face. 

Billy stared before walking closer. He was silent before eyeing you and saying. "...No but thanks for the show, kid. Because I'm not killing you…You get to sit and wait and live in paranoid isolation just like I did all these years from you calling the cops that night 5 damn years ago!" Billy yelled back before lowering his voice once more. "Life sucks, doesn't it?" 

You wanted to go over and slap him, punch him again, try to fight him because all the threats on your life felt more and more like empty promises…Empty…Promises. Here you were pushing buttons and begging to die after years of being petrified and he refused…Then it hit you. Your face dropped and you looked between them…And…It clicked. Your eyes momentarily stopped watering as you stared back with wide eyes.

 "...Wow…." You simply gave in stunned amazement as it all made sense.

"'Wow?'...The hell is that supposed to mean?" Billy demanded.

"...You can't do it." You finally said. 

His eyes widened as his mouth parted and Stu just stared at you like you grew two heads.

"You actually can't kill me... Why? You killed Sidney practically for existing and she was your girlfriend. Here I've betrayed you how many times and you're telling me you can't?" 

Stu snapped himself out of it and practically hissed at you with a clenched jaw. "YN, stop it already; we're gone I will drag him out of here if I have to-" 

You held up a hand to quiet him as you continued staring at Billy in the dark room. You could see his outline looking away, walking a few feet from you to compose himself. Not able to even look at you. 

"Oh my God…I…I can't believe I never realized it till now…You could kill me, but for whatever reason, you don't want to…You're not going to. It's all just a bunch of empty threats." You raised a hand towards them in disbelief. 

He jerked back around with a mad look in his dark eyes. It's like you were cornering a wild animal. "Empty threats? Was Stu's party an empty threat? Or that college or when I had my hands around your throat last week?!" Billy jeered with his jaw clenched. 

You remembered it. A stark comparison to him sparing you years ago when you accidentally called him James in the yard. All before you 'betrayed them'…And yet, as enraged as he was, he still didn't kill you. He didn't even choke you nearly as hard as Neil did. It just proved your point even more. 

"You could have killed me at Milton's party multiple times and you didn't." 

"We were waiting to get the killer. We were gonna use you as bait!" Billy exclaimed, glaring as you gave him a mocking, disbelieving smirk at the excuse. 

You replied. "Really? After we got rid of the evidence you both ran and hid instead of slitting my throat for Dewey and Randy to find." 

"We didn't have time." 

"And at the motel; you both could have killed me and Stu could have just found another identity or something to go by instead of Dennis. Suddenly getting caught matters more than some wacky plan to kill? Or all the arguments you had with me where you both left the room or-" You started laughing with tears still wet on your face. You didn't know why but it all seemed ridiculous the more you thought about it…They had been holding back all along and not because of any of the excuses Billy gave.

"…What is so fucking funny? Have you cracked your lid or what?! You have two murderers cornering you in your dark ass house and you're giggling!" Billy yelled, getting agitated at you not taking them seriously and for good reason…They still weren't killing you.

You stopped giggling but held the smile as you continued, voice raising in outrage. "When I really think about it; Yeah, you've choked or threatened me with a knife or even my own gun but how many times could you have stabbed me and you didn't? How many times, Billy? Stu, you could've shot me. Go ahead, hit me or choke me out of anger and prove my point because you could do the most awful shit to me but you aren't killing me." You held a bitter smile as you shook your head more at yourself than them…It's a joke that I ever let either of you have this power over me over empty threats when it comes to my life. I could understand my loved ones; but not me. For whatever reason; you can't do it." 

Billy suddenly rushed over and hauled you up by the shirt and sneered at you as Stu went to grab him. "Listen here you fucking crazy bitch; I'm gonna string your god damn insides all over this cabin if you don't shut up! You want to die so badly? Keep pushing." 

You shoved him away as Stu jerked him off. "We both know you won't because you would have done it by now!…Even if you did kill me; I want to die at this point. You'll just be giving me what I want." 

He went to grab at you again, rage fueling him before you shocked even yourself. Your good hand reached up and slapped him across the face the second he got close enough. Right where you left that scar on his face 5 years prior. Stu gasped to himself as Billy's eyes widened and his mouth parted. He looked completely surprised…You were too but either you were at your breaking point or you were tired of it and ready to prove your point. 

He made a move towards you and you went to raise your hand again just for him to grab your wrist and jerk you forward to see his face fully up close. You flinched when you felt his knife pressing into your abdomen. Rain still pouring on the roof was the only sound for a few seconds. 

"Still feeling confident?" He drew out, his dark eyes burning into yours. You felt fear for a moment before it subsided. You stared a few moments before telling him. "Still wanna die? Still think you've got some sort of power over this situation, YN?" 

"...Even at the motel; Stu hesitated. If he really wanted me dead, he's right, he would have done it by now." You gave Billy a somber look.  "And you could have too."

You were dropped onto the floor when Stu jerked Billy off, practically shoving him so hard he almost toppled over a nearby table. "I said it's enough! I'm getting my fucking car and we're out of here, alright?! And before you start; remember you're more injured than I am, pal." 

You faltered at that as you tried to get up. "...What?" 

Stu slapped his arms at his sides in exasperation as Billy staggered to stand while glaring at Stu and gripping his knife. Stu gave him a look with his own knife in hand. "My car, YN. You know, the one I left parked in your garage to go on a roadtrip to find dickhead here and figure this shit out? THAT'S why we came here." He gave you both a glare. "I've been trying to tell you halfway through this conversation. I need the keys to your garage." 

He gave you a dumbfounded look and dug in his pocket with his hands. Your entire face fell when he jangled a set of car keys for emphasis. You knew his car was in your garage but it did slip your mind the last few days considering everything.

"I've been hitchhiking with asshole here because he promised he could fix the fucked up radiator I've been babying if I gave him a free ride to Clarksburg. After that, we're done. Because you think you've been betrayed? The guy I formed a murder plot with, who I thought was my best friend, was lying to me the entire time. I was always the guy he was going to pin the fall out on if it got too rough…And the one girl I care about wants nothing to do with me because I fucked up and I have no one left in my life. One fuck up to make her never trust me again because let's face it…You don't wanna die. I saw that in the motel and just now when Billy grabbed you. You're just depressed and not thinking straight because the guy replacing me kicked the bucket. You'll get over it and realize how stupid it is to keep arguing with psychotic murders." 

You stared in shock before stammering.  "B-but…But you still broke into my house. You didn't have to do that…And my power!" 

"BECAUSE how else could we talk to you to get info and my car without setting off your alarm? We've been trying to decide what to do since before the storm started and saw an opportunity when the storm knocked out the power. Not us, the storm…Would you have answered the door without calling the police or shooting us? Seriously?" Stu gave you an exasperated look as silence fell over all of you. 

Stu finally spoke his peace with a haughty smirk. "You know what? You're full of shit too. I don't want to kill you, and maybe Billy can't kill you either unless it's for some specific bullshit reason but most of all; you can't kill us either." He said before Billy had a chance to argue his name being brought up. He glared at Stu and you were sure if it wasn't for his 'injuries' Stu claimed then he would have attacked Stu for shoving him back like that.

"What?" You gave a forced humorless scoff of a chuckle. 

"You heard me, Sweetcheeks. You could have turned us in so many freaking times, man, before Detective Kincaid. You could have killed us on that stage, you could have killed us in that motel and blamed Neil or Roman when shit hit the fan, you could have let Dewey shoot us or make it out like we were another set of murderers involved but you didn't. You know why? Because Stu Macher is always right. Even if you're right and let's say you don't need us…You also don't want to kill off or send to prison the last two people that truly understand the darkest parts of you and still accept you for it…Because maybe Randy won't be here years from now or Dewey will be wrapped around Gale's finger and whatever plot she has for a money grabbing novel? Face it, babe. You're just as guilty as we are with who's sparing who." 

You gawked at him. Truly horrified at what he was saying as you violently shook your head. "No…NO! I just tried to shoot you!" 

"And you missed. I know it's dark and your hands screwed up but come on. I think we both know you are a better shot than that."

You felt your lip raise in a sneer. "You're wrong, Stu. I do not want you in my life and I was aiming to kill!" 

Stu snapped at that, clearly hurt and fueling it with anger as Billy stood on the sidelines in his own whirlwind in his mind at what tonight brought to the surface. "ALRIGHT! Got it! You hate my fucking guts! Yeah well, be that as it may, you STILL can't kill us either. Go ahead, I could hand you the gun and you might shoot at us but you won't make that kill shot. Dead serious, I'll put it in your hand and stand here waiting." 

You didn't answer just staring at him in shock as he nodded with a tsk. "Yeah…That's what I thought." 

An awkwardness lingered at the things brought up.

As if divine intervention at the worst time; the power was back on. The lights flickered to reveal all of you. It seemed like no one could fully look each other in the eyes. But you all could see the bruises, the bandaging you saw on Billy's abdomen through his white tank he wore under his jacket. The bulging patch on Stu's side through his black t-shirt. The bruising and cuts on their faces and including the ones on yours from fist fighting Neil. Just rain pattering on your metal roof, Cherri barking from your room and the silence from the knowledge all of you couldn't take back now.

#*shoves all their heads together* now kish 😗 #scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #fanfic #terrible trilogy #scream 3

[gncrezan]

some old @chrysanthemumgames hermes-seph sketches!!! some of it is established-relationship daydreaming but also a peek at my dark and twisted mind (sprawling intricate spidey au)

#colored that top left one for my sidebar. lol. #a/tsv release made me so sick about spider-man you had to be there. im still on my bullshit but its a little more maintained #mostly bc a/tsv actually came out and i was attacked by every terrible take ever. some of u should not consume media #i know its rich coming from the IF player who enjoys romance but not everything is about romance or self insertion or ocs #miguel tag was UNUSABLE. IM TRYING TO BLOG ABOUT HIS HYPOCRISY AND SEE FANART. NOT SEE FANFICTION!!!!!! #also coming out as the biggest raimispidey2 mj speech enjoyer. im sorry. raimi trilogy is a bit messy to me BUT #if u take the mj speech at the end of 2 then it is. SO SO SO CUTE TO ME. (ignore the context its in pls) #also how her first comic appearance was IN HIS DOORWAY TOO!!!! #of course it was quite easy to project that onto sephmes from my brain so. here we are #talking mostly about raimipetermj rn. but hermes is simply not a Nerd like maguire's pete. so some insp from 616 #but comics p/etermj is its own can of worms. i am taking bits and pieces of spideymedia i like and making my own sandcastle ok #sorry for spidey meta in the foa post i will shut up nyeow #fields of asphodel #foa #hermes #seph #and also i think hermes would make a crazy mj (the association with red and how intensely similar they are with how they present themselves #but the fact is . i really really love drop dead gorgeous seph who is wanted by everyone. its true. im one of them #<- i say this like the s in seph doesn't stand for s/pider-man. i have plenty of spideyseph doodles in the archive

[netmors]

STAR WARS: Eleventh Fleet AU

In addition to the previous post… …little about the eternally bombing imperial-chissian marshmallow with a great love for cape.

If in the case of Vanto and Faro I wanted to convey their “similarity” to each other, then Ronan immediately introduced himself as a typical blond with blue eyes. A sharp contrast, so to speak :3

In the design of his images, I wanted to make a transition and separation from the “look” of his boss, whom he almost idolized and copied - from the cape to the hairstyle and manners, into a completely independent personality. Forged by ice… Literally.

However, even Ba'kif did not knock out his endless, like the galaxy itself, love for capes. And then all chiss from the Universal Analysis Group began to sport cloaks when Ronan took the helm.

In general, Brierly is quite an interesting character. Timothy Zan in Treason created an extremely colorful assistant to Krennic.

But more unexpected was Thrawn's decision to send the colonel along with Ar'alani and Eli to the Ascendency. Of course, perhaps the Grand Admiral hoped to create a kind of “triumvirate”: Vanto - make part of the Chiss Domination and gain an ally in his homeland who would serve the entire state and fleet, just like he once did; Faro - promote to the top positions in the Empire and acquire a reliable ally in the person of his protégé, loyal to him; Plus, both Eli and Karyn were his close people, whom he trusted with a lot. …but Ronan… is like a ticking time bomb. It will “explode”, but where is unclear…

Maybe Thrawn wanted to get a “bridge” between the two states (it’s definitely unlikely - Palpi definitely didn’t even consider the option of “allies”), or he saw in the former employee of the Department of Advanced Weapons Research something hidden even from Ronan himself.

Eli and Karyn saw this very “hidden” thing many years later, but Ronan will never admit “this” even to himself… Unless he casts a proud glance at the Chiss version of the TIE/D “Defender”. Or during the creation of an “almost analogue” of bacta. Or when making “hot chocolate”, which temporarily relieves eternal stress. Or, or, or…

…Or proudly accepting a new name - Stybla'ro'nan.

#star wars #eleventh fleet au #brierly ronan #brierly'ro'nan #thrawn #thrawn trilogy #thrawn books #thrawn ascendancy #thrawn treason #lol it’s because of ronan that i now want to watch rogue one and see his “boss” #seriously his devotion to krennik in the “treason” is something that is both funny and terrible at the same time #how ronan and vanto didn’t kill each other and destroy thrawn’s homeland is anyone’s guess #although the entire third book in the thrawn trilogy is literally ... #...“we made an awesome plot and characters but he still has a rendezvous with the bridger sooooooooo... bye" #star wars rebels #au #ahsoka series #my art #art #concept art #netmors #digital #illustration

[etwlemon]

Me and @cigarette-room got to thinking tougher and figured they should find a random baby in a bush and go trough an ice age moment ^^

#they found her in a bush are trying to return her to the parents #totally won’t get terribly attached #I’ve never drawn a baby can you tell? *sob* #this took me an entire day BUT worth it #the good the bad and the ugly #tuco ramirez #blondie #the dollars trilogy #the man whit no name #my art

[walkawaytall]

My new headcanon is that, the very first time Leia almost dies post-Death-Star-Rescue, Han is like, “You survived all of that and now you’re going to die in this inconsequential way? That’s so embarrassing for you. You should rethink that,” thereby encouraging Leia to live primarily out of spite, and whenever he almost dies next, she trots out the exact same Indictment of Lame Death Mortification, and this is how they stayed alive for like thirty years despite wildly varying odds.

#and then the thing happens #and then Leia’s like ‘well the only way we’ve proven beyond a shadow of a doubt ISN’T a loser way to die #is to go out in pursuit of our terrible son’s redemption’ #and then that thing happens #Leia Organa #Star Wars headcanons #Han solo #leia x han #hanleia #star wars original trilogy #Star Wars #don’t worry this’ll definitely be included in my WIP