#i actually forgot he played stu in scream until me and my friend watched all the movies a few weeks ago

[lesbiten]

matthew lillard being cast as william afton is the funniest thing they couldve done

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

You’re Not Leaving

Author’s Note: Guess this is a series now… I already have a few ideas for a couple of more parts, but if you guys want to request anything that might help me, feel free to do so!

Pairing: Billy x Reader, mention of Stu x Reader

Warning: Being captive; psychological violence

Word Count: 1648 words.

Summary: Stu forgot to lock the door, and you manage to free yourself from the chains… hopefully no one’s home.

Part One – Part Two – Part Three – This is Part Four - Part Five

You don’t how you managed to convince them to loosen up the chains, but they’ve listened to you, and even took off the ones around your ankles. You think they only did that last part because you were crying and thanking them over and over, which might have made them feel a little bad for you. You’ve also noticed that if you squeeze your hands enough, you might be able to free yourself.

You just needed to find a way to get out of Stu’s room at a moment where the two boys would be gone for school, and that moment happens to be today… because you didn’t hear Stu lock the door behind him.

“Come on...” You try to curl your right hand on itself to turn it into a straight line. “Come on!”

You block your scream by biting your lip too hard, feeling the metallic taste inside your mouth while your now free right hand starts to cramp intensely. You put it flat on the floor to stop the cramps, forcing it to stay in its usual shape so it can stop curling on itself and hurt you. The cramps eventually stop after a few minutes, and you sigh in relief, your attention now your left hand.

“Okay...” You curl it just like you did with your right hand, having a little more difficulties to yank it out of the chain since it’s not as loose as the other. “Come on, (Y/N), you can do it-”

You almost scream again, a blistering pain going through your hand after you get it out of the chain. Apparently, there was a sharp bump on the metal that simply just cut a large bloody scar right inside your palm, red drops hitting the wooden floor.

“Fuck.” You panic when you see the blood come out, the red liquid always making you believe you’re going to die. “Fuck…!”

You try to stop the bleeding with your right hand, but it doesn’t do much.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-” You stand up from the bed, walking around the room in search for something to wrap around your hand and stop the bleeding. “Fuck, fuck, fu- Ha!”

You find a black scarf in the corner of the room, your brain remembering seeing Stu wearing it last winter for a brief moment before you wrap it around your palm as tightly as you can.

“Okay… okay… okay…” You take a long breathe while pressing the scarf against your scar, trying your best to ignore the pain. “I’ll be fine… I’ll be fine… I just...”

Need to get out of here.

You turn and walk to the door without even thinking, stopping in front of it just as you’re about to open it. What if it’s actually locked?

You sigh in relief when the door opens and reveals the hallway to you, but tense up when it produces a screeching sound. You hope you were right about the two boys going to school for the whole day, or this plan would be worthless right now… but seeing that no one is rushing upstairs to tackle you to the ground, you take a risk and step out.

Gosh, it feels so good to be out of that room. You can’t wait to breathe the air outside, find a way back home, meet your family and your friends again, and get Billy and Stu far far far away from you. Forever.

So you slowly step down the stairs with a hopeful feeling, your feet making the wood crack under the pressure of your weight. You manage to reduce the sound to a minimum, feeling like you should stay as silent as possible, even though you’re pretty sure that no ones here right now except for you. When you finally hit the ground floor, you make your way to the entrance door with a smile.

I’m almost there.

You unlock the door with your right hand, your left one still squeezing the scarf to stop the bleeding. You slowly open the door to your freedom, feeling the wind caress your skin as you do so.

I did it! I did-

The door closes with a loud thud, the hand that you’ve seen push it making your blood run cold.

“Going somewhere, sweetheart?”

His voice makes you close your eyes shut in fear, your right hand freezing on the handle. The sound of the lock turning back makes you feel like the reaper will come to get you soon, his hand taking yours away from the door while his arm wraps itself around your form.

“I thought we told you that you couldn’t leave...” You feel his head against yours and his breath on your neck, the air getting stuck in your own throat. “Why are you not listening to us, huh?”

You almost flinch when he kisses your skin, your brain screaming at you stay as still as possible. He chuckles under your lack of reaction, continuing to give your collarbone little kisses.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“I-I...” You breathe in with difficulty, focusing on the door in front of you. “I thought you were at school...”

“School has been canceled for weeks now, pretty.”

Your eyes go wide, not believing what you’re hearing.

“And we didn’t tell you because, well….” His hand, still holding yours, starts to play with your fingers. “We wanted to see if you’d try to leave… which you just did.”

“I just wanted to take a walk...”

“Huh-huh.” He pulls your hand towards his face, kissing the top of it. “I told you that I don’t like being lied to, honey.”

“B-Billy-”

“Oh, say that again, will you?” You feel his grin on your hand. “I love it when you say my name in fear.”

“I’m sorry...” Your voice cracks, the tears already falling down on your face. “I’m so sorry, please believe me...”

“Awn, you’re really scared of me.” He lets go of your hand, both of his arms now holding you. “How cute.”

“I’m really sorry, Billy. Please, I won’t try to leave again, I swear!”

“Of course you won't, sweetheart.” The boy grabs your chin to turn your face towards him, and you see how dark his smirk his. “Cause you know what I’ll do to you if you try that again.”

You feel your stomach twist at his words, the remaining arm around your frame holding you closer to him.

“I’ll forgive you this time.” His smug stretches out. “But I’m not so sure about Stu… this is the second time you broke his trust after all.”

Your heart sink at the thought of the blond learning this, the boy having always been sweet and kind to you since the beginning. He was the one who convinced Billy to loosen up the chains, and you don’t know how he’ll act around you once he learns that you broke his trust.

“Where… where’s Stu?”

“Cutting some guts.” His hand moves up to your cheek to stop you from looking away from him in disgust, his face getting even closer to yours. “We’re taking turns until we can trust you fully.”

He kisses you right then, and you’re too shocked to even try to pull away (though you probably wouldn’t be able to, since he has you completely trap). You instantly feel guilty about the fact that you like having him kiss you, your brain screaming at you to remember that he’s a killer and one of your kidnappers.

You freeze when he stops kissing you to frown, the dark boy giving you a confused look.

“You smell like blood.” He tilts his head, searching for an answer in your eyes. “Did you hurt yourself?”

You both look down at your left hand at the same time.

“That’s Stu’s scarf.” He frees your waist from his arms and forces you to turn at him, the boy taking your wrapped hand in his.

“Yeah, I… I took it to stop the bleeding.” You hiss when he takes off the scarf rather harshly, the open cut not letting out blood anymore. “I-I-I guess it worked-”

“How did you do this?”

His dark voice makes you feel like you want to shrink, but the blood makes your heart hit your ribcage faster and harder.

“There-there was a sharp bump on the chains...”

His expression tenses up, and you whimper when he looks back into your eyes for a second. You think he’s about to yell at your or something, so you close your eyes in fear, but you instead hear him sigh.

“I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.” He strokes your cheek and kisses your nose, making your eyes flutter open. “I just wish you didn’t hurt yourself with the chains…”

“I’m sorry...”

He chuckles. “Why are you? I should have known the chains would have cut you like that…”

He looks down at your hand again, and slowly caress the outline of the cut. He looks like he might be guilty of what happened to you, but that’s not the case, right? He’s completely crazy. There’s no way he’ll feel sorry for you…

… but… maybe…

Your blood run cold, his evil smirk back on his face.

“Well, it’s not a problem. We can just lock the door instead of restraining you.” His arms wrapped themselves back around your body, holding you close while he kisses your cheek. “I’ll put wood on the windows too.”

“W-wood on the windows..? But, why-”

“Because we don’t want you to jump out of them now, would we?”

“B-but-”

“I watched enough horror movies to know all the ways you can escape.” You almost flinch when he uses his dark voice again. “You’re not leaving, (Y/N).”

You shiver when he grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his psychopathic brown eyes.

“Never.”