#muutos ; stu ft. sam

[razedhell]

( @muutos ) stu > sam : ❛  you are sick in the head.  ❜

eyes roll, barely catching the scoff as she moves around one of the men who started it all. " that's rich comin' from you. " Sam knew in the back of her mind she shouldn't have come back here, Woodsboro is nothing but ghosts & yet, it seems Tara can convince her to do anything she's gotta work on that . " what do you want from me, Stu ? " pinning him with a glare, she hopes to wrap up this conversation before her sister starts to wonder what's taking her so long in the gas station's store just outside of town.

[razedhell]

disgust evident on her face, Sam nearly swats his hand out of her face but stays her ground & ignores the way he makes her blood boil. jaw clenches almost painfully, eyes narrowing at the mention of her father. the one who started it all.

" get this through your fucking head, " she steps closer & lips curling with a snarl. " i am NOT my father. " there's a fire in dark gaze, daring him to push the matter further. " i won't be staying in Woodsboro & you can't terrorizing the town without someone else with an actual pair of balls to lead the way. " mouth frowns with feigned pity, head tilting as she leans further into his space. " you work at a run down gas station in the middle of nowhere, you've going nothing i want. " straightening, Sam tosses a 20 dollar bill on the counter in front of his face as she steps backwards towards the door. " aside from 20 on pump 4. "

hands drum on the counter, leaning casually upon it as he smiles, his tongue pressed between his teeth in the over dramatized grin. that which scrunches his face, narrowing eyes. . . .

he's excited, needless to say. teetering on giddiness. all these years of sitting around waiting. &. here a loomis waltzes in, like the beginning of the real goddamn requel! he points at her. "oh, but sam --- i think the real question is, what do you want . . ." stu began his finger winding up before jutting in sam's direction. "from me?!" he leans forth, grinning as he rests head 'pon elbow. "since your dear old dad is out of the picture, i think it's time to terrorize woodboro again. . . . &. who better than the spawn of the OG?"