#DEWEY IF YOU WENT TO BED BEFORE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS-

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He's so prettyyyy :3 <3 It is 3 IN THE MORNING IN THIS DRAWING BTW.

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Twenty-Seven

I quickly ducked out of his way and ran towards the door. My fingers fumbled with the lock before I had to run again. The killer's knife lodged itself into the wooden door, giving me enough to run through the living room. I could hear the heavy footsteps of him behind me as I weaved between the furniture. When I looked behind me I tripped over a cord causing me to fumble and land on the floor.

A hand grabbed a hold of my hair, pushing my face into the carpet beneath me. I could feel the weight of him on top of me as I struggled, squirming around trying to knock him off balance. I was flipped over onto my back and my hand flew up to stop the knife from penetrating into my chest. He pushed down harder bringing the top of it inches away from flesh. I pushed back with all the force I had with one hand as I brought the other to try and grab something.

My hand landed on something and I brought it up, smashing it over his head, causing him to fall to the side. I shimmed out from under him, scrambling to get to my feet and run but a glived hand wrapped around my ankle. I flipped back around and kicked him in the shoulder, his hand let go of me and I started to crawl away, climbing to my feet.

I ran through the dining area and into the kitchen when I was tackled. My head hit the floor with a loud thud disorienting me. I screamed as ghostface stabbed me in the side before flipping me over again. My head was pounding, ringing sounded in my ears, blood soaked the side of my shirt and the floor below me. As he brought the knife up over his shoulder he was tackled off of me.

I watched someone wrestle with him for a few seconds until ghostface got away and disappeared. "Hey yn, stay with me. You're gonna be fine." I looked up to see Mickey above me then I heard Sidney yelling for Derek not to do something before my vision went black.

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"She's going to be fine."

"I shouldn't have left her in the house by herself, Dewey. She would probably be dead if Mickey wouldn't have run inside after hearing her scream."

I laid there with my eyes closed and listened for a while. Then I slowly opened my eyes. "Sid?" I gasped when I tried to sit up a little more. The pain in my side was unbelievable. "Careful," Sidney said, helping me to sit up a little. "Is Derek okay? I heard you yelling for him before I passed out." She nodded her head, "yeah. He only got a cut on his arm. He'll be fine."

"Do you want something for the pain? I'll call the nurse. Just hold on." She got up before I could stop her. "Hey, Dewey," I said, looking over at him. "How ya feelin'?" He asked, coming to stand beside the bed. "Like I've been stabbed. No big deal though. Was someone killed in the Sorority house across the street?" I asked. Dewey let out a deep sigh and nodded. "Yeah. CiCi Copper."

"Whoever this is, Dewey, they're trying to retreat and finish what Billy and Stu started," I told him. His brows knitted together, "how do you know that?" He asked. "It's not hard to figure out. Maureen Evens, Phil Stevens, CiCi Cooper who's real name was Casey. Come on, think about it." He pulled a chair up and sat down, still confused a little.

"Dewey, think! Maureen Evens represents my mom. Phil Stevens is Steven Orth and CiCi Cooper is Casey Becker. And what happened the next night after Casey and Steve were killed? Sidney was attacked. I was attacked tonight. That means they still have Himbry, Kenny who was Gale's cameraman, and then…then Tatum. Randy, you, me, Sid, and Gale are the only ones to survive that night."

He slowly nodded his head and looked down at his hands. "And Stu Macher." I tensed when he said his name. "Yeah…and Stu," I whispered. "I need to ask this, yn, okay?" I looked up at him and nodded. "Have you heard from him? Has he tried to contact you in any way?"

Yes. He's called, left notes, I've seen him in person and I've been fucking him. I know where he lives too. Did I mention I like the sick game he likes to play? Where he chases me and when he catches me he fucks me into the next dimension? No. Well, I do. I know he's here in Windsor.

I shook my head, "no. To be honest I'm surprised he hasn't tried to contact me. I mean I get those feelings like I'm being watched but that's probably just me being my paranoid self. If he is close by he's being very careful." He nodded his head and then stood up just as a nurse came in to get me something for the pain. "Visiting hours are over in five minutes," she said and left the room.

"I'll be back tomorrow, I promise. Randy said he'd be in too," Sidney said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "And there will be police officers set up outside your room and more outside the hospital," Dewey said. I said my goodbyes and they left. The room fell into an unnerving silence. If it wasn't for the pain medication making me drowsy I wouldn't have been able to fall back to sleep.

When I woke up again the room was casted in darkness with the only light coming from the small opening of the bathroom door. Goosebumps pricked my skin, the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stood up, an uneasy feeling twisted in my gut. I had that feeling of being watched. But this time I was being watched from inside my room.

I looked to the other side of the room and squinted my eyes. I could faintly see a shadowy figure sitting in the corner. It was like something you see in a horror movie. My heart rate picked up causing the machine beside me to start beeping faster and faster. Fear was slowly making its way through my body as they stood up. I scrambled to try and push myself up closer to the headrest of the bed.

"Calm down, baby. It's just me." Stu slowly emerged from the darkness and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. The beeping slowed but I was still all tense and was prepared to run if I had to. "I'm sorry." I raised my eyebrows at him but didn't say anything. "I left the party when I saw you talking to that guy. I had to or I would have killed him then and there. I left and you got hurt."

"How do I know it wasn't you? Huh? I think you need to leave before I yell for the officers outside my door," I told him. He laughed and shook his head. "You wouldn't do that. And it wasn't me because I would never fucking Stab you. I like chasing you but I wouldn't do that. I can't prove I wasn't there so you can believe what you want. Guess I should be thanking the person who did save you. Mickey, right?"

I just looked at him and he chuckled. "I know everyone who comes near you, baby. Do you need anything? Want me to sneak into your dorm and get you some comfy clothes?" He reached over to brush my hair out of my hair and pulled away from him. He scoffed and stood up, "okay. I'm going to go find a vending machine and get some snacks. I'll be back." I jumped a little when he kissed my forehead. "I love you."

[sunnyie-eve]

15 | Different

Series: Heinous

Paring: Billy Loomis x OFC ! Stu Macher x OFC ! Mickey Altieri x OFC

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mention of rape

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When they get to hospital, Allison finds Gale and she tells her that Dewey is okay and is getting stitches from his stab wound. He was only okay because he got stabbed through his old tissue scarring from before.

"How's Mickey?" Gale asks.

"Umm, I don't know what they are doing right now. I came straight to find you to know about Dewey." She lets her know.

"I'll find you when he's ready. Go check on Mickey." Gale tells her so she slowly leaves to go find him.

"Allison Elsher." A doctor goes up to her.

"Yes?"

"I haven't been able to contact anyone yesterday but your friend Randy Meeks is still breathing." He tells her and she asks what room he's in. As soon as the doctor tells her and she rushes to the room.

"Randy!" She rushes over to him.

"Al." He quietly says.

"I thought you were dead. They said you wouldn't make it." She cries to him.

"We thought he was too till he got that small heartbeat to go back to normal. I think you interfering a little actually saved his life." The doctor comes in. "His recovery will take time because he did lose a lot of blood." He adds.

"Thank god, you're alive." She squeezes his hand.

"I'll leave you two be." The doctor leaves the room.

"Sid?" Randy gets out

"They have her in surgery... Billy's mom was the killer and so was Lia. His mom shot her in the head but the doctors said Sidney could make it. It's a very slim chance and if she does make it most of her memory will be gone because of the angle the bullet went in" She explains to him.

"And Lia?" He asks squeezing her hand, "I hardly expected her, She seemed too dumb to be one."

"Mrs. Loomis's motive was about Billy dying. And Lia seemed to do it for fun and got to hurt Mickey." Allison slightly lies to him mentally slapping herself for not saying thee whole truth.

"Who all made it?" He asks.

"Gale, Dewey; who got stabbed in the back again, and Mickey; who got shot twice in the shoulder." She lets him know.

"Are you okay." He squeezes her hand again.

"Just a few cuts and bruises but I'll live." She laughs. "I should go let Gale know your okay. I'll be back." She leaves his room. "Gale, Randy is still alive." She runs up to her.

"What?! What room is he?" She asks so Allison tells her and she runs to him while Allison asks where Mickey is and they tell her what room.

"Hey." She walks into his room.

"Thought you decide to turn me in." He chuckles.

"Like you said, I won't. Which I hate part of myself deep down." She walks over to his bed.

"Where were you?" He asks as she sits on the edge of the bed next to him.

"See Gale about Dewey then got told Randy was still alive." She lets him know.

"You opening the driver's door." He nods his head.

"I forgot you recorded that." She whispers.

"I stopped as soon as I saw you get hurt... Don't worry, Allison. I don't plan on going back to kill the three." He groans moving his shoulder.

"So what is your plan now?" She asks him.

"You, that's if you want that. If not just turn me in. I won't be mad. It was my first plan." He looks away from her.

"Mickey, look at me." She tells him so he does.

"I lied for you." She sighs, "Hell, I'm not turning in Billy and Stu when I should. Those calls I always got were them. They showed up and Billy killed his own mother. I'm so fucked up." She laughs at herself.

"So?"

"I picked you so you can tell me what that means for you." She gives him a look and he smiles.

"You still going to keep Billy and Stu a secret?"

"I shouldn't. They scare me a lot more than you do. Oddly I'm more comfortable with you than them. They had done things that you would never do to me." She tells him.

"Like what? If you don't mind me asking." He watches her try not to cry.

"Take advantage of me." She wipes her tears away, "When I wouldn't remember shit. That's why I always made it seem like a big deal when you say remember in a joining way any time you talk about us hooking up."

"Are you saying they raped you?" Mickey starts to get pissed. "If they try coming near you again. I'll try to kill them."

"Well, they hate you so you might need to watch out. They hated seeing you with me." She lets him know.

"Oh great. Two on one is fair."

"I think if they try to come near me... I'll tell on them. Which is odd because I'm not telling on you." She laughs at herself once again, "You really are different you know that."

"What do you mean?" He asks confused.

"I accidentally help them get away with by a stupid question they asked me. Then I purposely help you by not shooting you or telling in you. I had feelings for them but it's why different for you."

"Well, I'm honored and I do promise that I am done just for you. So what now?" He asks her.

"I don't know. I do know I'm dropping out of school. I kinda wanna move to a secluded area to avoid having a different psychotic person wanting me or wanting to kill me." She explains to him.

"Three is enough?" He gives her a look with a smile.

"Yes, three is enough." She nods her head, "Three too much."

"Just keep me around." He smiles.

"Don't push it." She plays with him.

"I'm hurt." He places his hand on his wounds.

"Literally and figuratively or what?" She smiles at him.

"Both." He laughs so she gives him a kiss.

"I'm gonna go see if I can see Dewey now." She gets up leaving the room. When she goes into Dewey's room he sees her and smiles. "Did Gale tell you?"

"Sid's in surgery and might make it but she won't have any memory." He sighs.

"Some good news Randy is okay. He'll been here for some time though." She lets him know.

"That's good to hear after hearing about Sidney's situation." He groans moving some.

Allison stayed around till Randy was released and he ended up moving away again to avoid what happened here too. Sidney was in a coma so her father was keeping an eye on her. Her tests were coming back good but they were still positive that she would have lost quite a few of her memories.

Gale went back to Woodsboro with Dewey to take care of him. Allison had help getting a house in a secluded area of California like she said I wanted. Mickey wanted to actually finish up film at the college so she told him to be careful.

The only people who knew where Allison lived were Dewey, and Randy. She didn't tell Mickey because part of her wanted to be away from him a bit too but at the same time she wanted to see him. She thinks it's because she had told herself she loved him compared to how she's only said she had feelings for Billy and Stu.

As she was working on some emails, her dog started to bark at the door startling her. No one, even the two who knew, would just randomly show up there without calling. Allison grabs her steel baseball bat and slowly walks to her front door and peeks out to see Mickey.

"What the hell! How did you know where I live?" She opens the door.

"Break in, look for files. Sorry but I didn't know your number and Dewey or Randy wouldn't tell me. If she wanted you to know she would have told you..." He comes in.

"How did you get past the first security gate?" She asks him.

"Your code to get in is the date we met." He smiles.

"It's the only thing I can think of people won't know. And I never thought you would find me." She tells him the truth.

"You don't want me around?" He gets upset.

"I do but part of me is scared, Mickey." She explains to him.

"But you know you don't need to be scared of me and you said I scare you less than the other two. I did my killing, I'm done. Now it can just be us." He takes her hands into his. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't miss me." He says so she looks at him.

"I missed you." She wraps her arms around him.

He looks down at her before slowly leaning in to kiss her. "You know how odd it was not having you attended college anymore." He laughs.

"What are you doing here? You still have a year or two to go." She raises an eyebrow.

"I changed my mind and decided to drop out." She shakes her head at him. "You missed me so shut up." He tickles her sides making her giggle.

"Mickey." She tries to get him to stop but he doesn't. "I love you!" She shouts and he stops.

"What?"

"I said I love you. That's what makes your situation difficult. I fell in love with you." She leans up to kiss him.

[msookyspooky]

  Sequels Suck

Part 11

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You sat in a hospital waiting room while Derek got examined in a room 15 feet away.  You could see him sitting on the bed. It had been a good two or three hours since the attack. It would be daylight in an hour or so. Dewey was with him in the doorway while you, Randy and Hallie all waited. Mickey came out after the detectives interrogated him. 

"Miss McDaniel. Could you come with us please?" 

Hallie looked a bit apprehensive and Mickey placed a hand on her shoulder for reassurance. "Don't worry, Hal. Easiest interrogation of my criminal life." Hallie nodded as she fiddled with her necklace and followed the detectives.

Mickey sat beside you while Randy sat on the other side. "How are you holding up?" He asked you, leaning back in his seat to turn towards you. 

You frowned and glanced over at Mickey. "As best as I can... That poor girl." 

"Yeah, it's crazy." Mickey mumbled with a heavy sigh. 

"...I should have never came here to Windsor." 

Randy turned to you in his seat. "Hey, this is not your fault. The killer could be after me too. Or any of us." 

You gave a humorless smile while shaking your head. "No...No, I know for a fact they're after me." You rolled your lips and blinked up at the ceiling with a shaky breath. "The target was Sid...Now, it's me." 

Randy shook his head. "YN, if that was the case; why Maureen or Phil or Cici?" 

"...To taunt me." 

Mickey shook his head with a small smile. "Hey, no one blames you. We're here for you. Need anything; say the word and we're there." 

"Derek got hurt because of me. He could have been killed-" 

Randy corrected you. "Derek got hurt because he went back into the house without a weapon. Not because of you." 

Mickey added. "And he wasn't killed. He's fine, he just needs to realize the 90s is no time to play hero. I mean, why would he go back in that house anyway?" 

Randy's eyes shot up to Mickey at that comment. Some idea whirling in his mind as you rested your head in your hand. Your voice was hoarse as you spoke to Mickey. "...Do you mind grabbing us a coffee? I need to talk to Randy." 

Mickey nodded as he got up. "Sure. Sure, no problem. Any special order?" 

You smiled and shook your head. Randy added. "Cream and sugar...You know what, just bring a few packets back." 

You both watched Mickey go through the doors as Randy quickly turned to you, resting a hand on your knee. "YN, look at me." You did so as he stared intently into your eyes, keeping his voice low. "We're gonna catch whoever this is...If we're dealing with a sequel; it's always someone you know. And it still might not involve-" 

"Randy, for god sakes just stop. Okay, stop and accept we're involved again." 

He sighed but didn't argue. 

You couldn't help giving a humorless laugh as tears pricked your eyes. "It's definitely someone we know. Both of us. And they are so pissed at me that they aren't going to stop until everyone I know is dead." 

Randy tilted his head and stared at you with concern in his eyes."...YN...What had you so freaked out before the cops showed up at the Zeta house?" 

You folded your arms and slowly shook your head. "You won't believe me. That's the goal here. Isolate me, turn everyone against me, then strike. By time people figure it out; it's too late. I told the detectives and they both gave each other weird looks. I guess I can't blame them...No one is going to take it seriously and I'm on my own...Again." 

"YN...You will never be on your own with this ever again...Talk to me. No matter how crazy; tell me." 

You sighed heavily, turning to him to whisper. "Fine...I talked to Stu Macher." You instantly saw the skepticism. You jerked away and shot up from your seat. " I knew you wouldn't believe me-" 

He grabbed your hand and ushered you back to your seat. "Hey, hey, hey! Just...Talk to me. I'll try to be open minded because whatever you saw had you freakin 'terrified." 

You hesitated before sitting back down and leaning your head on the wall. "Randy...It's bad. It's two years ago all over again; but this time, they have nothing left to lose." You swallowed before whispering. "Stu talked to me. He told me him and Billy are trying to make me look insane so no one believes me...Not even you and Dewey." 

Randy leaned towards you, your knees touching as he tried to get you to look at him. "It's alright...If...Stu and Billy are alive like you say and are trying something then we'll be ready. Stu was a pussy boy that followed Billy's every command and Billy was a creep with mommy issues. We can take their asses." 

He tried to give you hope but one look in his eyes and you knew. "You're just saying that to make me feel better...You really don't think I talked to Stu." 

He sighed and threw up one of his hands in exasperation. "YN, would you if I was saying it? It's hard to process, especially with the fire. Besides, why strike now? Where did they live? How did they survive their stab wounds?" 

"They were at the hospital, Randy. I heard the nurses and thought I was dreaming. Now I know it was real…" 

"Okay, then where did they go? Why didn't the police see them at the hospital? Why did they wait two years later? Why are they killing random college students?" 

"I don't know...But I know who I talked to." You sniffed, giving him a soft glare.

 He relented, throwing up his hands before smacking his pant leg with a giant shrug. "Alright....Alright, if you think you talked to him then...He's a suspect. Doesn't seem like the Michael Myers type but we'll count him in." 

You stared at him long and hard, worry fading at him at least entertaining the idea. "Who would you say it is then?" 

He whispered to you. "Isn't it obvious? The boy wonder who's after you. You can't get any more on the nose than that. Sequels are known for recycling. It's just a Billy Loomis copycat."

You sighed but nodded, looking back over to Derek as he got his arm examined. Going along with it even though you personally knew he was wrong. If he was willing to say Stu was a possibility then you could play along with his ideas as well. 

You both saw Mickey come in with coffee, handing it to you and saving one back for Hallie as he sat down. 

Randy jerked open a packet and stirred while you just numbly held your cup. Hallie came out and you stood up to see her. Mickey handed her a coffee. You and Randy were already interviewed as the detectives came out and went straight to Derek.

"You alright?" Hallie asked you, pulling you off to the side as Randy and Mickey started talking about movies. "I just, uh, wanted to ask what the detectives thought." 

You shrugged with a frown. "Nothing really. They still don't think me and Randy are targets because we weren't direct targets in Woodsboro. If this were Sidney, they'd probably already have body guards for her." 

Hallie scoffed. "God, what's it going to take?" 

You eyed her. "What did they say to you?" 

"The usual, I guess. I've never been questioned by the police before. Basically wondering about involvement and what I've seen. I told them about all the calls you're getting but they seemed to think those were just...Pranks." 

You sighed. "Figures." You held your arm as you and her listened, hearing Derek's voice rising and seeing him looking at the detectives and Dewey. "It's a shame you got there so late! Right when...He disappeared." 

She gave you a look and whispered. "Do you think he's-?" 

"I don't think so; no. I know Derek isn't behind this." 

She nodded. "Then who? I mean, someone killed Cici Baker tonight." 

You didn't answer as Dewey came out to tell you Derek was being dismissed.

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You all walked back from the hospital in the early morning. Dewey hesitated as Gale stopped him. You watched 10 feet away and waited for him as he spoke to her. Your eyes locked with Gale for a moment and glared before looking away. It wasn't long before Dewey shuffled over to you.

"Hey, YN… I'm going with Gale to the police station to try and piece two and two together." 

"And you need her beccaauussee?" 

He gave you a pleading look. "YN…" 

You sighed but nodded. "Alright, good luck." 

"Be careful. I'm going to try and convince the Chief to assign protection to you and Randy but-" 

"No guarantees? I know. You would think me being the only one with calls would be enough." 

He cringed with a shrug. "Well, technically we all have. Anyone involved in Stab but...Yours are definitely more violent." 

"And I was attacked a few hours ago." 

"Considering Cici had no relation to you and was killed; they aren't considering you any more in danger than anyone else." You gave a bitter smirk and looked away but he nudged your arm to look back at him. His warm brown eyes conveying how much he meant what he was saying. "I promise, YN. I'm talking to him and making sure you're safe." 

You nodded as he started walking away and you caught up to your new friend group. 

Mickey rubbed his face with a groan as you all walked. "Fuck my life. No sleep all night at the hospital and I STILL have to go to classes?"

Hallie grunted in response. "You aren't the only one exhausted. Just take the day off." 

"Can't. If I miss any more days, I'm screwed." 

Randy shrugged. "I don't care. I am going to my dorm, taking a siesta and clocking out for the day. Me and Dewey have lunch anyways." 

Derek walked beside you, all of them talking back and forth as you zoned out. Remembering what Stu said and the chase in the Zeta house. It left you with no other option as you glanced over at Derek.

"Hey can we...Talk?" 

He looked surprised but nodded as the other three looked back at you. You waved them off and they all did so. You saw Mickey give Hallie a cringe as they walked away.

Derek looked at you. "YN, I wanted to talk to you too...That guy, James. Do you know him? You seemed really scared of him. Did he hurt you? You want me to kick his ass?" 

You couldn't help smiling at that as Derek smiled back down at you. "Do you know the last name? Or the name of the guy he's hanging with?" 

"The tall blonde guy with the freaky face jewelry?" 

Your eyes lit up. "Yes! Who is he?" 

"Tim. That's all I know. I'll ask some of the guys if they know them." 

He looked back at you with an earnest expression. "I'm serious. If he took advantage of you at a party or was a shitty ex; I can take him down. Just say the word." He smirked, flexing his okay arm.

"Derek-" You sighed and rubbed your jacket sleeve, still in the same clothes from the party. His eagerness to please you or help you made this ten times harder. Glancing down at the bandage on his arm made up your mind. "I appreciate everything you've done for me. And I like you...I really do...But think it's best if you...Stay as far away from me as possible right now." 

Derek stopped in his tracks to stare at you. "What?" He tried smiling to see if you were joking but when you didn't smile back, it faded into a surprised expression. "Why?" 

"Because it's not safe." 

"But YN!...We're just friends for now it's-" 

You walked ahead and turned back to look at him. "Derek. You barely know me. A murderer is after me. They already hurt you-" You sat down on a bench and he sat with you.

"I'll take my chances." 

"Derek, I'm serious." You stared intently into his eyes. Hoping he saw the fear you had and got the message. "This is serious. People are dead." 

He sucked in a breath, looking down to speak. "You are concerned with my personal well being and not with trusting me or anything...Right?" 

 "Derek, I know the Chief gave you a hard time but I know it's not you. Trust me." He gave you a relieved smile but you continued. " All I know is that you don't need to be near me. Being my friend is dangerous and being romantically interested in me is a death wish...I don't want to see you get hurt...Or worse; killed."

He reached out to you, moving your jacket to cover your shoulder. "I don't want to see you get hurt either…" He gazed deeply into your eyes. "I can't just sit here and say goodbye and hope I don't see your name on the news." 

You looked away before standing up. "Well, that's what you need to do." 

"You're not doing this, YN-" He grabbed your hand, startling you before quickly letting go. "You are not doing this alone." 

 You stared at him a moment before replying. "...Derek, you don't get to make that choice. I am in danger and so is anyone close to me. You will be the first person they go after!" 

"But you're in more danger if you're alone-" 

"Derek." You interrupted him, closing your eyes. "You don't know how much I hate this but it's for your safety and mine. No musical number or Kappa prank or gift or poem or whatever is going to make me change my mind. My last boyfriend was murdered because he was my boyfriend...You're no exception." 

You opened your eyes and saw how disappointed he looked. His blue eyes staring at you, hoping you would change your mind. It hurt but you knew it was the only way...Billy and Stu would kill him if you didn't make this choice. 

"So...That's it?" 

You nodded with a sad smile. "Yeah...At least until they're caught." 

He looked away and nodded, getting up from the bench with a long sigh. "Okay...Okay if...If that's what you want-" 

He looked at you and you nodded. "It is." 

"Then I'll leave you alone. Just know that, I'm here if you need me or change your mind." He cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. He gave you a tight smile and a nod before slowly walking away. You sadly watched him leave. Your heart was hurting at a guy you were really starting to like being shoved away.

All because two guys just couldn't accept life.

You held yourself. You didn't know where to go or what to do. Randy didn't believe you, Dewey seemed skeptical as well, Gale only wanted it to be true for her story. Your new friends had no idea and would be no help. If anything, it just put them in danger even more. Even the police were looking at you like you were a joke. 

'There's only one thing to do...Ask around and take things into my own hands. I think it's time I found out 'James' and 'Tims' full names and get some leverage. ' 

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Randy sat at the small café table across from Dewey, watching the tv screen on the wall.

A C list actress he swore he saw topless in one of those early 90s horror flicks came on screen. She was gripping the actor playing Billy, practically moaning into his ear. "It's okay, baby. What Sidney doesn't know wont hurt her... It's just me and you. Bonnie and Clyde. Forever." They kissed and Randy grimaced at the portrayal of you right before the actress came back on screen for her interview. The interviewer asked her. "Ooohh, how scandalous! What was it like playing such a controversial character?" 

The woman looked nothing like you. "Well, Scarlett. It was very interesting. I was worried playing such a self serving woman might tarnish my reputation-" 

"Pfft! Please, your reputation was tarnished with that shit acting in Slimeballs from Mars 2." Randy huffed, throwing a hand up at the tv screen.

Dewey shook his head with a pained expression. "I can't believe they did this to her...Poor kid. She just can't catch a break. If the killer isn't a threat to her safety then anyone watching this might make her a target." 

"So, did you convince the Chief?" 

"Yes and for you as well." 

Randy raised a brow. "Me?" 

"Yes...Randy, the killer is following a pattern. Maureen Evans-" 

Randy nodded with an underwhelmed expression. "Well, that's obvious." 

Dewey tapped his finger on the table with each name. "Phil STEVENS and CASEY Baker were victims too. Ring any bells?" 

"Casey??" 

Dewey sighed as he answered. "Cici. Her real name was Casey." 

It dawned on Randy as his eyes widened. "Oohh...I'm kind of gonna miss her. We had film theory together." 

"Well, that's not all you have in common. The killer is copying the Woodsboro murders. If we follow the order, then that means Principal Himbry was next-" 

"Not so fast." Randy halted him with a finger. "Phil was killed with Maureen so we don't know if they're following the order or just randomly picking names to kill from the list." 

"Yeah well...Let's hope it is in order. That saves you, Gale, and YN for last on the potential victims list." 

Randy threw up a hand in his direction. "And you! God, why are you putting Gale before yourself?" 

They both looked back up at the tv to see another scene play out. This time, the actress playing YN stabbed Randy's actor multiple times in the leg with a sadistic smile on her face while Ghostface watched. They somehow made it look like the actress was seductively into it as she held the bloody knife back up near her face. Randy's character sobbed and begged the actress. "Why? Why would you do this? I thought we had a special bond?" 

Dewey raised a brow with a smirk at Randy. "Special?" 

Randy rolled his eyes. "We were special, alright. I called her a bitch for stabbing me." He held up his hands in defense. " Not saying it was right but I think being stabbed is well deserving of an insult. Plus, she only stabbed me ONCE. Why the hell do they have me crumbling to the ground?! I took that shit like a champ!" 

Dewey gave a shrug. "Well, it is cinema. They always have inaccurate portrayals." 

Randy sneered. "Yeah, no thanks to Gale Weathers. And her portraying Sid as some ditz with Tori Spelling. And MY piss poor acting choice. And they have you looking like a total dumbass...But YN is the worst of all. No wonder she's getting death threats. All because of Gale, who of course has a flawless representation." 

Dewey frowned. "Randy, she's not in charge of the acting choices-" Randy sucked his straw and rolled his eyes. Dewey continued. "And besides, it's just a...A character." He mumbled exactly what Gale told him. Trying to reassure himself more than anyone. 

Randy gave him a look. "Oh please, she can control what she types." The air was awkward as Dewey didn't have anything else to say. 

Randy leaned forward, snapping his finger. "Anyways, let's get down to business. The way I see it; someone is out to make a Sequel to Woodsboro. You know, cash in on all the murder movie hoopla. So it's our job to observe the rules of a sequel-" He held up a finger. "Number One: The body count is always bigger." He held up another. "Number Two: Death Scenes are always much more elaborate. More blood, more gore. Carnage Candy. The audience expects it." He finally held up a third. "Number Three: You ever want your sequel to become a franchise; never ever kill off the main-" 

Dewey sighed and interrupted him. "How do we find the killer, Randy? That's what I wanna know." 

Randy inclined his head. "Ooh. Well, let's look at the suspects." 

"Randy…" Dewey stared at him before he could even speak. "YN...She told me she thinks Stu and Billy are after her. I'm worried about her." 

Randy sighed. "Yeah, I know. I mean, the main character going insane by the second movie is a trope. It's a classic, actually." 

"Do you...Do you think she's right?" 

Randy gave Dewey a look. "Dewey, don't. I hear this enough from her. There is no freakin way." 

"I mean, we did find that backdoor open." 

"So? Backdoors are left open during parties. Shit happens!" 

Dewey raised his brows. "Are you sure YOU just don't want to admit it's a possibility? I remember Billy used to bully you-" 

Randy pointed a finger at him with a glare. "Hey, hey! We aren't rehashing playground stories, alright?" 

Dewey licked his lips before bringing it up. "We talked earlier in the hospital after her interrogation while they were treating Derek. She said that you saw Billy Loomis." 

He rolled his eyes. "I saw a guy from 30 feet away that resembled him. It means nothing! Look, she's an old friend, I'm tickled pink that we're talking again. I care about her but I do not think she's in her right headspace when it comes to that." He looked around before whispering. "I mean, for god sakes she went through a lot from those freaks. Then this movie happens and now these murders? I think she's having flashbacks or something." 

Dewey was eyeing the drink in front of himself before staring back up at him. "Wouldn't you?" 

Randy shrugged with a nod. "Probably. I just don't want her getting hurt. She's the only thing that's made sense in the last two years...I don't know what I'd do if I lost her again-..." His face fell as Dewey raised his brows at him. "Why are you looking at me with that stupid look on your face?" 

Dewey smirked. "Nothing! Just...You seem awfully sentimental for a guy that's just rekindled an old friendship after so long." 

Randy felt his face heat as he glared at Dewey. "Bite me."  

Dewey chuckled. "I'm just saying...Besides, I thought you were Sidney's love toy or whatever you called it?" 

"Unrequited love slave…" He mumbled with zero shame before glaring back at Dewey. "Who said I had any feelings for YN? We're talking about murder here, not crushes! This is a Slasher flick not The Young and The Restless." 

Dewey shrugged with a grin. " Tatum always was rooting for you two to be a thing so you both weren't the third wheels...I barely recognized her when she ran up to me. She's all grown up now." Dewey mumbled with a sad smile. 

Randy sighed and sat up to rest his chin in his hand. "Yeah, yeah she's no longer a teen she's an attractive young woman now blah blah blah...Look. She's a dear friend, okay?! Drop it." 

"Mm-hm. Attractive?" 

"I have eyes, Dewey. Sid was the love of my life! I got the scars to prove it-" He moved his collar to show the scar. 

Dewey raised a brow. "Yeah well, you got an even bigger love scar on your leg from letting YN carry out that last minute plan. You had to have really trusted her to let her do it." 

Randy gave him a dirty look. "As if I had a choice! Her crazy ass just jabbed it in my leg without a single warning!...Besides, you got your scars too...By the way, what's with the limp and frail arm? You were stabbed in the back." 

"Severed nerve." Dewey corrected. "And it's okay to like YN, Randy. Sid would be over the moon if she were here and you two got together." 

Randy deflected. "We are friends, alright?! She's been here a week and you think I'm already smitten? Get real! Besides, how about we look at your trouble in paradise, hm? Speaking of suspects; Gale." 

Dewey scrunched his face. "Gale?" 

"Yes, Gale! She has as much motive as anyone. She's an opportunist." 

"Gale?! Gale would never-" 

"Hey, just cause you're sweet on her doesn't mean she's not a killer or setting up the killings. Next big breakthrough to bring in those dollar signs." 

Dewey scoffed. "No. She's not a killer... She's not!" 

"Okay...Well, if she's not a killer then she's a target." 

Dewey frowned at that as they both went over suspects. Coming up empty handed.

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You went asking around campus about James and Tim. No one knew anything about them but rumors. All ranging from James's older brother being a Kappa legend to Tim being part of a rock band to both of them being gay for each other to them being chick magnets. Not a single piece of information helped you in the slightest.

'Bastards. They're probably not even registered here. How could they be? No Social security number, address or real names unless they want everyone to know who they are...They probably just float around undetected posing as students here...I'm screwed.' 

You gave up. Going back to your dorm to nap or shower or at least get out of the tight skirt and platforms. 

'How the hell did Tat do it?! My ankles are killing me.' You thought, kicking them off and flopping on the couch. Mentally and physically exhausted. No leads, no answers, no help. Just that they were planning your demise and you could do nothing but wait.

The phone rang, it was broad daylight. You hesitated before picking it up, they only ever called when it was late at night. You saw the unknown number and rolled your eyes. 

"Hello?" Silence on the other line. "If this is a prank; I will turn you into the police-" 

"YN, cut the bullshit. We both know you have nothing to show them but your crazy delusions. You have no leverage here." A mans voice drew out on the other line.

Your stomach dropped as you sat up fully. Dead silent as your mind tried to register who you just heard. A voice you didn't think you would ever hear again after that night.

"...Billy." 

No voice modulator as he answered. "Nope, it's James now. I thought it was a fitting name considering what's going to happen to you. Besides, it's not like I can use my real name any more. Might as well have some fun with it." He jeered. 

He gripped the arm of the love seat and sucked in a breath, feeling your jaw tighten. 

"...What the hell do you want, Billy?" 

[pizzahorse]

Fruits of Labor

Title: Fruits of Labor

Description: When Webby goes on a trip and leaves Lena behind, Lena worries.

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Weblena Week Prompt Day 2: Adventure

@weblenaweek

"Where are you going?"

Webby glanced over from where she was stuffing things into a duffle bag. Lena was sitting up in bed, stretching her arms out as she yawned. Webby had hoped she wouldn't wake her, but that was easier said than done when Lena was a light sleeper and they shared a room.

"On a trip with granny."

Lena waited for further explanation, but Webby seemed absorbed in her task. She got like that sometimes, very focused on something, and it was easy to tell because her replies were short and curt. Anyone who didn't know Webby and didn't understand her way of working might think she was being rude by not making conversation, or that maybe she was mad, but Lena knew her better than that.

"Where to?"

"Somewhere."

It wasn't like Webby to not invite her on an adventure. Lena almost always declined, but it felt nice that Webby at least made an effort to include her, and it was nice to know that Webby was going to be gone. Maybe this time Webby didn't bother asking because she assumed Lena wouldn't want to go, which was a fair assumption, but it still felt odd to not be asked when it had become so routine. It was also odd to not be told where she was heading. Webby was an overflowing fountain of information, and was always ready to share the research she'd done about any upcoming trip. Except this time.

"Can I come along?"

The bag was zipped and Webby stood up, turning toward the bed and her friend for the first time. She glanced back down at the duffle, then picked it up and slung it over her shoulder. She looked at Lena, then down at the ground, and looked like she was thinking very hard about something.

"It's just a trip for me and granny, so you can't go."

"Okay."

It didn't really feel okay. If it was just a trip for Webby and Mrs. Beakley, why wouldn't Webby just say where she was going? It was fine that she wasn't being invited, well, not really fine, but understandable given her previous behavior. But it felt like the location of the trip was a secret, considering she had asked twice, once very specifically, and not gotten an answer.

Come to think of it, Lena couldn't remember any previous trips where she'd specifically been told she couldn't go. She pulled back the covers and rolled out of bed, watching Webby silently leave with her pack. She wanted to respect her friend's privacy, but it was weird because there usually wasn't anything that Webby kept private or secret. Which just made the situation, and Lena, all the more curious.

* * *

"Did Webby tell you where she was going?" Lena had walked into the kitchen to find the three boys scrounging around for food, as was customary.

A disinterested Louie didn't peek up from the refrigerator. "Webby left?"

"Oh yeah, I did see her packing up the plane with Mrs. Beakley," Huey noted thoughtfully from his spot at the counter. "I would have thought you'd gone with."

"Webby said I couldn't go."

"Uh oh," that got Louie's attention.

"Uh oh?"

As if their thought process was insync, Dewey called out from the pantry, "It's probably no big deal, but you do live together now. That's like a whole different dynamic from just being best friends. You two are always together. Webby probably just wanted some space."

"If she wanted space, she could have asked for it. The mansion is like, huge."

"Maybe you did something that made her want more space," Huey pointed out.

"Shut up!" Louie backed away from the fridge, his arms full of assorted bottles, jars, and packages. "But, you might have."

"Why wouldn't Webby just tell me what I did?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and three pairs of eyes looked at her skeptically for a long moment, like nobody could believe what they'd just heard. Huey spoke up first. "Because she wouldn't dare upset you."

Louie dropped everything in his arms on the counter in front of Huey and kicked the refrigerator closed. "Aside from the fact that she thinks the world of you, she knows about everything you've been through and how awful your life was. She'd rather suffer in silence than say anything bad about, or to, you."

"But Webby trusts me, she should know that-"

Dewey stepped out of the pantry, munching on a bag of chips as he shook his head and rolled his eyes. "If you haven't told her, she doesn't know that she can talk to you if she's upset. You of all people should know better than to assume Webby knows something if no one's told her. She's not great at inferring things, you should know that."

They all had good points. Lena went about searching for her own breakfast meal of sorts, all the while considering exactly what could have made Webby so distressed as to leave entirely. She thought about all the times she'd borrowed something from her without asking, like clothes or books or random trinkets she thought were cool. Sometimes she stole her favorite things off of Webby's breakfast plate, and laughed like it was some kind of game, but when she thought about it, Webby had never ever taken anything from her.

So there was definitely a combination- or more like a culmination- of things that could be the answer.

It was different, finally having someone care for her, and maybe she was trying to make up for lost time of not being cared for at all, but maybe in doing so she'd been a bad friend. Maybe all she'd done was take and take from her friend, and not give anything back. Maybe Webby was tired of it.

Maybe she could still fix things.

Breakfast forgotten, Lena set about returning everything she'd borrowed, which didn't really take long since they shared a bedroom and it was more a matter of moving things from her draws and shelves back to Webby's. It didn't feel like enough, not when more and more situations in which she'd been selfish kept piling into her head and weighing down her conscious.

Lena decided to try combing the beach for weird rocks or shells or even bones. She could do it every day until Webby got back, and have a whole collection of neat things. It wouldn't be enough, Lena wasn't sure exactly what kind of action would be enough, but this gesture was a start. And as soon as Webby returned, Lena planned to actually ask what she could do to make things up to her.

* * *

The sound of a plane flying overhead roused Lena from a deep sleep. She'd counted every day that Webby had been gone, and today marked just over two weeks. Half a month. After a week she'd grown worried, so she'd asked Uncle Scrooge to contact them. While he was happy to oblige, even he wouldn't reveal where they had gone off too.

She stashed the box of beach trinkets under her bed, hoping to surprise Webby later. If Webby wanted to talk to her at all. For all Lena knew, she was still upset with her. Her stomach twisted in knots as she tried to think of what to say, and debated on whether or not to greet Webby warmly or hang back and give her space. She so badly wanted to run right out to the loading dock and hug her friend the minute she got off the plane, but she wasn't sure Webby even wanted to see her right now.

So she took her time getting ready, and by the time she made her way down the hall, Lena could hear everyone in the kitchen, excited voices drifting from the room. It sounded like Webby had been on an adventure, and not just some simple vacation away from home.

Lena attempted to be sly as she sidled into the doorway and leaned against the frame, hoping to catch snippets about wherever Webby and Mrs. Beakley had gone, but of course her presence couldn't go unnoticed by the young Vanderquack. Sometimes it felt like she had a sixth sense for when Lena was near, which was actually entirely possible considering the connection they shared even after Lena stopped being her shadow.

"Lena!" Webby called out happily as she grabbed a mesh bag from the counter, running over.

Well, she didn't seem agitated, at least. That was encouraging. Maybe the trip had done her some good. Maybe it had done both of them some good, since Lena had made some self discoveries of her own.

As Webby approached, Lena could smell what was in the bag before she even saw it. Her mouth subconsciously started to water as she forgot every apology she'd planned to make to her friend and asked, "What is that?"

"They're apricots! From Mount Vesuvius!" Webby held the bag open, and there, looking back at her, were several dozen small pieces of fruit.

"Where did you get those?!"

"From… Mount Vesuvius?"

"B-But how?"

"That's where granny and I went. They're for you. I wanted them to be a surprise."

So Webby didn't go away because she was upset, after all. She'd flown thousands of miles away so she could do something nice for Lena. Unbelievable. For one, Lena had been worried for nothing (although the boys hadn't helped either), and for two, this was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her, ever, and Webby treated it like it was as easy as taking a walk in the park.

"How did you know?"

"Don't you remember 2 months ago when you bit into that apricot but spit it out and then mentioned the apricots from Mount Vesuvius where you grew up, and said they were probably the only thing about your past that you missed, and that no other fruit could compare and you hadn't had a Vesuvian Apricot in years?"

"Webby, I barely remember what I eat for breakfast."

"Well, turns out the growing season is super short, but there was just enough time to plan a trip and help with the harvest! There's also some candied apricots, jam, syrup, and dried fruit back in the plane. Uncle Scrooge was able to get in contact with some farmers and ordered as much as he could right before the harvest started, so the locals could prepare some extra for us to pick up. The fresh fruit won't keep for very long, but the preserved ones will."

"You did this for me?"

"Sorry, fruit really isn't all that impressive of a surprise, but you said you liked them so I thought-"

Lena practically leapt forward, wrapping Webby in the biggest hug she'd ever given anyone. Full body, she picked her up and squeezed her so tightly Webby couldn't breath, but it was such a wonderful feeling that she didn't care. There was really nothing Lena could do or say to express her full gratitude. Nothing she could do but hold Webby in her arms and desperately try not to cry in front of everyone.

The mix of pleasure from her past combined with the comfort of her future made Lena feel whole. It was a part of her she didn't even know she was missing. One of her earliest memories, one of the only times she'd felt happy in her past life, came full circle to join with her current and assuredly far better existence. She had everything she could ever ask for, and even more. Because she never would have thought to ask for this, and yet, Webby knew her even better than she knew herself.

It was nice, the nicest thing, in fact, to have someone looking out for her. And not just looking out for her, but going above and beyond to ensure her happiness. Even when Lena used to imagine being free, she never would have dreamed about living in a mansion, being surrounded by family and a friend who cared so much, and she especially didn't expect to have someone as special as Webby in her life.

"Are you okay?" Webby finally asked, because Lena was not normally a hugger and she had been hugging for far longer than usual.

"Better. Better than okay. The best," Lena broke away and swallowed the lump in her throat. "I don't know what to say. You- you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm so glad I met you, and I-I-I love you," she gently pecked Webby on the forehead.

Webby's eyes went wide, almost panicked looking, and she turned away, blushing furiously. She curled one hand into a fist and pressed it against her beak. It looked like she was struggling to breath. She thrust out her other hand, which was still holding the bag of fruit, in Lena's direction. "Here!"

As soon as Lena took the bag from her hands, Webby sprinted towards the door, hurriedly calling over her shoulder, "Iamgoingtohelpunloadtheplaneseeyoulater!"

Lena sat down on the floor, even though there were perfectly good chairs nearby, because that was just her way. Plus, she wasn't sure she could move anymore. So much had just happened that she was still trying to process. She picked out a piece of fruit from the bag, knowing that she was going to eat as many as she could until she was sick. It was sacrilege to wash them; they were better fresh and natural. She bit into the apricot, slowly savoring every bit of it. It tasted like home. Home home, not on some mountaintop, but right here, on this tile floor, among people who genuinely cared for her.

Even though Magica had been gone for months, Lena had struggled to feel safe, and all the security at McDuck Manor couldn't help to ease her mind. But this, knowing the lengths that Webby, and probably the others as well, would go for her, just to make her happy and comfortable, allowed her to finally relax. Maybe it was just the familiarly of something she thought she'd lost, even though it was so simple, that brought her true contentment.

It didn't matter what she'd lost, because she'd gained so much more. She knew that now. All the Vesuvian Apricots in the world couldn't replace what Webby had given her. A home, a new lease on life, and so so much more. She was more than just a best friend, Lena realized. So, so much more.

Maybe the real adventure wasn't about traveling the world with Webby and Uncle Scrooge and the others. Maybe the real adventure was spending the rest of their lives together. And maybe, for the both of them, that adventure had just begun.