#totally forgot that i'll be traveling in two weeks when i said yes

[fyrewalks]

it's settle in with a book for the night time so i shall see you sweeties tomorrow! also, rip, accidentally committed to taking three bottle babies so i'm about to piss off my insomnia again whoops :)

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 11

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"Hey, hold on a minute; I've got a bone to pick with you." Randy remarked pulling away from the hug as you were still processing the fact he claimed he didn't call you. He gave you an accusing look. "I've been trying to call you for two damn days. Your parents are worried sick!" 

You closed your eyes and cursed under your breath once you realized. You completely forgot to call them the last few days and with everything that had happened; it was the last thing on your mind.

What were you supposed to say to your folks? 'Sorry, I've been keeping peace among two psychotic serial killers...Yeah, the ones that tried to kill me twice. We're trying to locate another killer that knows our identities...Oh, I got into my first high speed chase! It was like an action movie! I almost died! Anyways, love you and tell Cherri and Kitty I miss them!'

You opened your eyes with a cringe with Randy's hands still on your shoulders. 

Randy raised a brow at you. "They said you dropped off Cherri two days ago and claimed you were coming to see me. I had to lie and say 'Oh yeah, totally'...But you haven't answered anyone for days, YN! I called your house and then your cell phone. What the fuck is the point of a phone you have with you everywhere you go if you're not gonna answer it?" 

"Oh, shit!....I'm so sorry, my phones been dead." 

"...But you claimed I called you this morning?" 

"Yes! After a night of charging it. I just got the newer Nokia model, still trying to get used to it and I forgot." 

His brows turned up as he stared at you with concern. "But you told your parents you were seeing me two days ago?...It doesn't take two days to get from your place to here. I just got here two days ago and definitely didn't tell you yet." 

You cringed, feeling flushed and a nervous sweat on the nape of your neck. Trying to come up with a story in your head on the spot. 

Randy tilted his head at you. "YN...What's going on? Tell me." 

You scoffed with a nervous chuckle. "Nothing is going on!  I just wanted to take a scenic route and my phone was dead and when it wasn't I had no reception... That's all!" 

"...By yourself?" 

You felt yourself getting defensive. "Yeah, by myself. After everything I've gone through, I think I can handle a flat tire or some random weirdo while traveling." 

"YN...You haven't left your cabin in years and you're telling me you just got up and decided to go missing for a few days? Alone? And now you're claiming I called you this morning when I didn't?" He had a down right out fearful look on his face. "Are you...Are you using?" 

"What?" 

"Ya know; pills, coke, dope. Drugs, YN." He hissed, you saw him looking at your eyes. "I just saw Darcy in makeup with eyes the size of saucer plates and Fred in special effects taking pills like their candy. So don't lie to me; I'll know." 

You scrunched your face with a bewildered laugh as he stepped away from you a bit. "No Ray, I'm not on drugs." 

He stared at you. "I hate to drag our Woodsboro big bro into this but...Dewey said you uh...You were smoking weed in school-" 

You rolled your eyes with a bark of laughter. "Oh my God, I told him that was a bullshit story I used because I was being held hostage by Billy. Context!" 

His eyes widened. "...What?" 

You quieted your voice to tell him. "Yeah, he didn't tell you? They broke in, tried to kill me, I told them I was a part of the plan when I wasn't, gained their trust by getting rid of Dewey then called Dewey back when they left to hatch out the plan to take them down the following night...We know how that went." 

Randy blinked repeatedly. "It's been 5 years and I'm just hearing about this now...Because?-" 

"Because it's Dewey. Love him, but he tells little details that don't matter while leaving out major ones." 

"Uhh, you could have told me!" 

You gave him a dumbfounded stare. "Ray...You and I didn't talk for a whole week after your hospital visit and you cut me off at the memorial. And at Windsor you didn't want to talk to me about it and even now; you don't like to talk about it!...When the hell would I have told you that tiny freaking detail?" 

He cringed with a guilty expression. "Okay, fair enough." He shook his head with a scoff. "Okay, fine! If you're not on drugs then what the fuck is going on with you?!" 

"Nothing!"

"Then start making sense!" 

"I...I um-" 

You felt his blue eyes boring into you. You put on your shades as a bit of security while acting like it was the afternoon sun and not him staring straight at you for an answer you didn't have. 

You shrugged. "I...I just had to get away." 

"From what?" He quietly asked. "You are away. You live on a mountainside in the middle of nowhere. You're gonna be the witch living in the woods kids warn their friends about soon enough." 

You gave him a dirty look. "...AWAY away, Randy. I just…" 

It hit you. You quickly got out your phone. Load and behold, in your caller ID was multiple missed calls from Randy, your parents, even one from Dewey...But the one from this morning was an unknown number. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Wait a minute-" 

You scanned and saw Stu's phone call a few nights ago. You rolled your lips, saddened you couldn't use that as an excuse for a killer call without linking it to Stu. 

"YN! I'm talking to you-" 

You looked back up at him and snapped your phone shut. "Listen, I'm sorry. I see you did call me. It's been weird and I swear I'll tell you...Later. How long has it been since we hung out? Years. Out in public at least...Can me, you and Dewey meet up later? I'll tell you in private away from everything and everyone. " 

He looked dissatisfied but nodded. "Okay fine, let's go in and-" 

You gave a sheepish grin. "Um, I kind of got banned. John Milton doesn't like me." 

"Ooooh...That's right, you sued him." 

"I mean, I guess so. I sued Stab. The studio producer is more important than the director, right?" 

Randy nodded with a smirk and tsk of his tongue. "Oh yeah. If the director is the author of a book, the studio producer is the publisher...And you were one of the first to sue him and win. You majorly pissed in his cheerios." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, there's um...Stories about Milton I heard. Not the full story, just that he has a lot of enemies." He mumbled. "Do you need me to drive you or something?" 

"No thanks. I have my own car, Ray. It's how I got here." You smiled as Randy eyed you.

"YN, I just...You've been a hermit for 3 years." 

"More like 2 in a half...And I still go out for groceries and necessities." 

"Yeah, only for that. You've been attacked in the past and everyone knows who you are by name... This is a lot." He gestured to the bustling people and golf carts of tour guides and Stab advertising everywhere. "I'm worried about you. I would have never asked you to be here in general, let alone after Cotton." 

"I thought you said Cotton's death wasn't related to us?" 

"Well, maybe but you never know." 

"So,  I'm right-" 

"NO. But I'm just being cautious." He sighed and stared a moment. "...I just know that I just got here and security is relentless. Everyone is on edge and even detectives are scouting the area. I didn't realize they were taking it this seriously till I got here." 

"I promise I'll answer my phone from now on and we can all talk later. I'm leaving, I think...You're right, it's a little much-" You were cut off as you narrowly dodged a guy rushing in a mask. Your heart stopped a moment until you realized it was a random guy when he took it off. 

"Yeah, that's for the best." Randy gave, giving you an understanding smile as he also looked uneasy himself. "I'm mostly over it. The mask doesn't trigger me; Mrs. Loomis was a blur when she was stabbing me...But closed doors? FUCK NO. I refuse to go near cars or closed doors, even on set." 

"I don't blame you." You gave him a smile. "They did warn us as kids about creepy white vans." 

"Yeah, but they didn't tell us a knife wielding maniac was in them!" 

"Horror movie rules! Duh!" 

"I followed the rules, dweeb!...Except uh…-" 

"Getting away from the group?" You gave. 

"Yeah, yeah. Broad daylight in public, who knew? If that tells us anything; no one is completely safe." 

He pointed at you as he walked backwards. "Anyways, I expect a damn good answer tonight. You're paying my dinner-" 

"For what?" 

He laughed. "You owe compensation for worrying about your ass." He yelped when he walked into someone before apologizing with a sheepish grin.

You laughed once you realized he was fine. "How about you watch where you're walking, Seth?" 

He faltered but saved himself with a come back. "And have you checking me out as I leave? I don't think so." He grinned at you as you lowered your shades to show him you were rolling your eyes.

"In your dreams...Besides, you'd rather a girl check out the front?" You mocked as he jokingly covered himself with his hands.

"Not on my watch, at least buy me dinner before you treat me like a piece of meat…Drive safe, Mistress. And I'll see you at dinner tonight." 

You blushed as people looked at him and you. 

"Shut up and cut it out, you fucking doofus!" You hissed as he kept walking. Covering your face and praying people knew he was joking. 

He shrugged with a smirk as he pretended he didn't hear you before walking normally. You sighed heavily as he got a ways away and waved at you. 

"I'm gonna hit him one day. Idiot." You mumbled to yourself with a small smirk as you started walking back to where you hoped Billy and Stu still were.

You turned just to run right into them. They scared you as you released a sharp gasp.

"GOD!...What the hell?! Where were you?!" 

"Behind the giant killer." Stu pointed to a tourist ghostface you could take pictures with. Knife high up in the air and a mask. You shivered, not seeing it until now.

You stared a moment in discomfort. "....I agree with Billy. I can't wait to leave." You mumbled, eyes on that awful giant 8 foot tall figurine that was your nightmare fuel. 

Billy kept watching Randy leave. "I feel like I'm in a Twilight Zone. You know, the episode where everyone finds the pretty girl ugly and the rest look like pigs? Something like that...What the fuck-" He muttered with a bewildered expression. "I need to go back to my boring town. Soon. Where things make sense." 

Stu gave you an outraged look. "What the hell was that?!" 

"What?" 

Stu flung his arm out in exasperation.  "That! Mistress? Checking out his junk? Gripping onto his new beefed up arms every chance you got." He glared at you.

Billy smirked at him. "What's wrong, Stu? Jealous your girl has a guy on the side?" 

"Oh, you're not?! The guy you made fun of has a job teen you would have killed for on a horror movie set, has muscles now, he has that new hair-" 

"You checking him out or what?" Billy quipped.

"Man, I'm not checking him out, I don't swing that way! I just got eyes. Come on! He is hanging all over a girl you were willing to kill for in High School...And you're not a little threatened by that? In denial, man. You're more jealous than I am; you're just deflecting." 

"Denial is becoming a common thing around here." You whispered to yourself as they argued. 

"I am not, you fucking lunatic. I could care less about YN or who she's with. And Meek is like a tech guy on here. That's the bottom of the barrel for a horror movie job."

You gave them both a disgusted look. "You're both screwed up in the head. He's a friend! I told you, we joke. It grosses both of us out so we do it to embarrass each other. Why do you think it's so over the top? Because we're kidding." You glared at Billy. "And I'm no one's 'girl' and I'm not fucking him or anyone in this general phascinaty. Hint, hint: Including Stu; no matter what smoke he's blowing up your ass." 

You walked away and Stu followed, ranting behind you. "Oh, you're so grossed out with your hands on his chest and his arms wrapped around you!? Please! Guys aren't that touchy or nice unless they want in your pants! Chicks aren't joking with guys either unless she sees him as an opportunity for a relationship, money, or bragging rights to bring back home or to show up her female friends!" 

You shook your head. "I REALLY wish you took a feminist class at Windsor. Just to pass the time. One Women's Study sit in... And would you stop being so dramatic and making a scene?" You scolded and lowered your voice, adjusting your shades as you walked.

"I'm not making a scene! Just a little pissed your buddies with a guy that's clearly into you and you're too naive to see it! Oh, but I'm the bad guy for flirting with you but you have no problem doing it with Ray!" 

"Because Ray doesn't have an ulterior motive!" 

"God, you're so naive." Stu huffed out. 

You added as you walked. "Oh you're right! I forgot! I'm a stupid female that gets giggly at every guy that flirts with me. I just instantly fall in love and spread my legs the second a guy wants me…" You glared daggers at him and flipped him off. "Get real, Stu. I know it's hard to comprehend I'm a person with boundaries; but I am. If someone wants me, the only way they'll get me is if I want them back. Bad news for you, huh?" 

Stu fumbled with a scrunched face as Billy raised his brows in mild amusement at you both arguing;  him excluded for a change. 

You turned to him to stop walking. "Listen, Stu. I don't have to explain myself to anyone. And if you do something to Randy out of jealousy-" 

Billy cut you off. "Good idea. If something happens to Meeks, we know it's Stu doing all this and we can kill him and be on our way." 

Stu rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm not doing anything." 

"Then stop being suspicious! Nothing screams 'I did it' than jealousy in a horror movie." You informed. 

Billy rolled his head to crack his neck. "This has been fun but I'm going to go to that hotdog booth down there-" He pointed a block away that a bunch of tourists were at. "While you both blow hot air." 

"Hey, get me...Or not...Jerk." You muttered as he was already walking away and not hearing you. 

Stu blocked your view of him, folding his arms and looking down at you with a pouting glare. You sighed, already sick of his bullshit. 

"Look, Sweetcheeks. I'm not saying you're with him but maybe you want to be or he is weaseling-" 

"St- DENNIS." You corrected as a bunch of people walked by. "Now is not the time. Besides, even if I was...What's it matter? I'm not with you! If I wanted to get wwiitthhh-"

 You went point but it landed on an old man with a walker, then a guy with hotdog sauce on him before finally your finger pointed to a younger guy you didn't even find attractive.

" - That guy. I could. You can't kill him either. Cops and security are everywhere." 

"That's what you think." He muttered under his breath. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Nothing. I'm just saying don't tell me what to do. I got that enough in Highschool from Casey, Billy, Tatum and anyone else. I don't need you added to the list." 

You huffed in outrage. "Then stop telling ME what to do and who to do it with!" 

"...Are you doing it? Have you? You never did answer whether you were a virgin or not-" 

"You're fucking disgusting." 

You went to walk away and Stu outstretched his hands. "Movie rules, YN! That's why I'm asking! Because if you're not then I have to watch your back even more!" 

"Oh, how chivalrous of you. You know what?-" You went to argue back when you both were interrupted by a guy almost as tall as Stu with glasses and a Hawaiian shirt. You recognized him as the director.

"YN...Dennis; am I interrupting?" 

"Not at all, Mr. Bridger." You gave with a smile, clearing your throat and trying to calm yourself. 

"Please, call me Roman. I came to give you both...These." He handed you and Stu both passes. "Dennis naturally needs one for landing the part of Stu. But I figured you should have one too. The more Woodsboro survivors who REALLY give the atmosphere I'm looking for, the better." 

You both took them. You looked taken aback. "Yeah but...Mr. Milton-" 

"What Milton doesn't know won't hurt him. He only stops by for an emergency or to discuss budget cuts and hopefully we don't have either one in the future." He smiled at you both before looking at Stu. "...You really do resemble him." 

You visibly saw Stu stiffen. "Yeah mate, uh...What a coincidence!" 

You gave him a weird look at the accent he gave himself. 

Roman stared a moment longer with a nod and smile. "Sure is! Nose is off, hair of course, no piercings...Honestly I feel like the other guy auditioning looked even more like Stu Macher but you really sold it. I mean, if I didn't know any better. I'd say you were nuts!" He laughed.

Stu gave a forced laugh too. "Yyeeaahh, how funny would that be? That's our secret. Shh." He joked.

Roman's laughter died down with a grin. "Oh trust me, I just see talent. Most of these actors and actresses have to snort snow or get drunk just to play these parts. So...Do you do that? Because if you do, just let me know and I'll skip the drug test that day. It's guidelines but if we went by those; half these movies wouldn't even get made." 

Stu shook his head. "Nah, I quit that mess back in 97, mate." 

"Well, don't judge me too harshly. I used to direct music videos...You know these wannabe rockers and pop stars. Most can't finish a video without it." 

You interjected. "Well, no reason here. Dennis is sober." 

"Oh, you both know each other?" 

You paled a little. "U-Uh, yeah. Yeah, we met a few years back after a uh...Interview I had with Diane Sawyer. He was an actor interested in Stab-" 

"Oh, the one with Cotton Weary...Shame. How are you holding up?" 

"Okay, thank you. We weren't that close. Just an interview." You forced an airy chuckle. "Still a tragedy of course." 

Roman glanced up, down the street, and then the giant killer. "Well, I'll leave you both to it. We have a shooting at 8 tomorrow and Dennis can rehearse...Do you both want a picture with the giant Ghostface?" 

"The what?" 

"Ghostface. That's the name Stab gave the killer when he's in costume." 

You quickly shook your head as Stu went to say 'yes'. "No, thank you. Uh, I'm not fond of that thing." 

Roman cringed and smacked his forehead. "Oh God, sorry." He started walking backwards as he talked. "Not thinking. Survivor of the last two Ghostface killings. Duh….Anyways, talk to you tomorrow Dennis. Don't be late. And hopefully YN can tag along if she wants." He waved goodbye as he left. 

You turned to Stu and hissed. "What is with the bargain bin Steve Irwin accent?" 

"It's Australian. I thought it would make me less suspicious." 

"Well, you sound ridiculous and more suspicious!...What time is it?" 

Stu checked his watch. "3:12?" 

"Crap, I need to find a hotel and get ready." 

"For what??" Stu demanded right when Billy came back with a hotdog in his hand. 

"I'm having dinner with Randy-" 

Stu wouldn't let you finish with a mocking smirk. "Of course you are." 

"- And Dewey." You deadpanned. 

Stu lost the smirk. "Oh." 

"Yeah, 'Oh.'" You mocked with a scoff. 

"Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?" Stu asked.

"I don't know, look around! I'm going to see if Dewey or Randy have noticed anything weird on set and you two can look. It's what you're good at. Stalking and snooping." 

Billy gave you a look. "Deal. And remember; if you mention-" 

"I know; you both don't exist! You think I'm telling my best friend and a man that's like an older brother to me about my involvement with you two? As if." 

"Then what are you gonna tell them?" Billy gave an accusing stare.

"I...I don't know yet. But it won't involve both of you." 

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You got ready as Stu and Billy watched you go from the bathroom to the suitcase and back multiple times. 

"God, you women are exhausting watching get ready. Just pick something and go!" Billy said as he lounged on the bed with his knife. 

Stu smirked at him from the other bed. "You definitely didn't grow up with sisters. Leslie took 2 hours to get ready everytime she went out...3 hours if I took her makeup or hair brush just to screw around with her." 

Billy huffed. "So you were always a pain in the ass? Shocker...Still, 2 hours? Why? All they do is fluff their hair." 

"You're a fine one to talk with your hair gel routine you had in High School! Sidney told me all about it!" You yelled from the bathroom as Billy bristled and Stu snorted with a chuckle.

You continued. "And as if guys don't take forever in the bathroom everyday. Women like to dress up and look nice here and there. You all take 30 minutes everyday for no reason." 

"That's different. We're choking the chicken." Stu gave with a shrug. 

"Ew. You know what? How about we all don't talk while I get out of here? I like that idea. Complete silence." 

"Cool with me. You both are annoying the fuck out of me already." Billy mumbled as he twisted his knife lightly back and forth on the wood of the headboard.

Stu crinkled his nose. "What did we do to you this time?" 

Billy abruptly stopped playing with the knife and glared at Stu. "...Really?...You got on a movie about us murdering our classmates while we're on the run…And you don't think I'm not a little pissed off?" Billy sat up and pointed to the bathroom. "SHE is frolicking with Deputy Dipshit and Meek Geek that will notice us in a heartbeat if they see us!" He pointed at Stu with his knife. "YOU, you fucking dingleberry, you're working on a movie where they're at! Here I am a sitting duck simultaneously on a damn wild goose chase for a killer that knows my biggest secret and is bullshitting us. Worst of all; I can't do a fucking thing about it but wait here twiddling my thumbs like an idiot!" He yelled as Stu cringed.

"I told you, it's a way for me to get inside info!" 

"Yeah? How are you gonna avoid Dewey or Randy on Set?" 

" I'll figure it out! Chill out, man. You're gonna have a stroke at this rate."

Billy glared at him, narrowing his eyes as you came out in a flowy dress shirt and lace up boot cut jeans. You wished Tatum lived long enough; she would loved them coming in style. You put on Sidney's locket as both of them eyed you up and down.

"...Damn Sweetcheeks." Stu gave. "You look nice...Too nice for a boring dinner with them." 

"It's a dinner with friends, Stu. Go find some so you can have your own night out..Have one with Billy." 

"Hell no." 

"Well you're each other's company anyway. So..." You gave. "If I were you, Stu...I'd stay at least 6 ft from Billy." 

Billy smirked to himself and gave you a subtle but devious look as Stu huffed. 

"I can handle him with one arm... I just don't understand why don't we ever go out for dinner like that? As friends. 3 years and we've never went out together." He mocked.

"I had brunch with you. It's not a competition and this is really pushing me out of my comfort zone but I got to… You know, You could be a part of this dinner. Catching up with old friends, reminiscing with Randy, Laughing with Dewey...If you hadn't done what you did." 

Stu threw up his hands. "Wwoow...Nice. Really great. Let's bring up what I can't change AGAIN." 

You shrugged. "I'm just saying! I can't help but think some of this makes you angry that you can't say hi to the childhood friends you had." 

"It's not." He pouted. "Besides, I'm supposed to just stay here with Oscar the Grouch while you go have fun?" 

"Yep. Maybe go look near Cotton's place? Or on Set? Ask around?...Something! Try not to kill each other." You smiled as you went to the door.

"No promises." Billy gave. 

Stu scoffed and looked offended at the entire situation as he caught Billy glaring at him. 

"...What?" 

"Now that we're finally alone...How about you start dropping the knight in shining armor act?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, man." 

"Don't play dumb with me, Stu. I know how you are...You got the hots for YN again and you're doing ALL of this to get closer to her. The nice manipulation act, getting yourself in the spotlight to use as blackmail against her or some shit, using scare tactics until you finally kill off anything or anyone near her and she HAS to choose you." 

Stu got up from the bed. "You're crazy, man. I'm not doing this for the hundredth fucking time!" 

Billy got up as well, knife in hand. "No one knows my whereabouts. NO ONE. The only one that had a guess was you." 

"YN knew where you were; not me!" 

" How convenient that you get on a movie that Cotton was involved with and got his shit stabbed the hell out of?" 

"Yeah, most likely a set up that I'm still taking full advantage of. Let the killer come after me! I can stab him in the dick and be on my way to the top at the same time." 

Billy continued to glare at him. "...You looked at my letter. You SAW the diary page. So what, Stu? When we were in her house while Neil was captive, did you sneak into her room and take it when I was busy or what?" 

Stu's jaw clenched as he glared at him. "...I didn't take shit." 

"Yeah, I bet you didn't." 

"You were her boyfriend with nothing to lose now! If anyone looks guilty, it's you pal." 

Billy eyed him. "...You're insecure about Randy. I could care less about the kid." 

"Yeah right-"

Billy cut him off with a yell. "- IF... He goes missing or comes up dead next; I'm coming after you. That's all the proof I need that it's you doing this." 

Stu smirked. "Yeah, that's not happening." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I'M NOT DOING THIS. God! It's like a freaking brick wall! Nice deflecting the heat off you, asshole." 

"You were itching to kill James. So was I when I cared about her." 

"Cared. Past tense." Stu gave a mocking, gleeful chuckle. "Yeah right."

Billy narrowed his eyes. "What the fuck does that mean?" 

"It means you're full of shit." Stu spat. "I see the way you're looking at her...You still wanna bang her from this way to next Tuesday." 

Billy huffed with his lip raised. "You are fucking obsessed, Stu. Seriously." 

"And you're deflecting." Stu gave. "You still give a shit about her...Well, too bad! I'm not sharing her this time and definitely not with you." 

"You're not sharing shit! You think every guy that looks at her for a second is stepping on your territory...I've seen you like this before, you were like this with me back in Woodsboro and then YN towards the end of it all... I can handle your ass; she can't. So back off." 

Stu tilted his head and challenged Billy, walking up to him. "For what? So, you can make your move?" 

"So you don't end up doing something stupid that will get us both caught, moron." Billy hissed, brushing past Stu and clipping his shoulder on Stu's arm. 

Stu sucked in air through his nostrils and whipped around to confront Billy. "I wasn't obsessed with you!" 

"You were. Anybody that you get attached to, you get obsessed. Friends, chicks, idols." 

"You were none of that. You were using me, dick! You think I'm stupid?! Well jokes on you, I was using you too. I was using you and your stupid revenge plan to finally kill because it was FUN. Had nothing to do with you! I was gonna drag you in the trial if we got caught...Peer pressure." 

Billy sighed heavily. "...We are NOT bringing this up. It's in the past. I left EVERYONE behind and everything to move on and I plan on doing it again as soon as this shit is done." 

"So, what? You regret it?" 

Billy paused for a moment, looking at the wall in thought. "...No, I just want to move on." He turned to Stu. "I am not a pussy. Okay? I will kill anyone but I also don't wanna get caught...YOU on the other hand don't give a shit." 

"I give a shit!" 

"Well you're doing a lot dumb shit so I just assumed you're one of those serial killers that want to get caught." 

"I'm not! I haven't killed, in like, 4 months." 

"Wow, new record." Billy sarcastically monotoned. 

Stu glared. "...I... AM NOT... THE KILLER! I want to get into Hollywood and hopefully get YN to see reason and-" 

"Kill anyone that gets in your way of that or her." 

"No!" Stu turned away, arms folded. "...I'm not killing anyone, don't you get it? Not even any guy barking up her tree." 

Billy looked at him with a raised brow. "Why? Never stopped you before. " 

"Cause I've changed! Okay, I apologized to her for what we did." 

Billy chuckled. "You what? She bought that?" 

"I wasn't lying! Yeah, I don't regret killing but...What we did in the theater was too much. She almost cried talking to me about it, man. We really fucked her up... You took it too far!" He yelled, turning his anger towards Billy. 

Billy tilted his head. "Oh...I did?...Tell me, Stu. Did you tell her it was your idea? I wanted to just kill her. YOU'RE the one that wanted to have fun with her prior just to make sure she wasn't a virgin." 

Stu frowned. " But as if you weren't into it!" 

"I was." Billy simply gave. "But I was just as happy to get my revenge and move on. Your exact words were 'I'll make sure she isn't a virgin. Just to cross off her cherry as the thing saving her. It's the rules'... right?"

"I...I don't remember that." Stu rolled his lips and looked away. 

"...But you did and you know you did. You were willing to do anything to get her with your knife or your dick. Stop trying to bullshit me." 

"AND YOU WEREN'T?! You were the one that said this was all a movie! You're the one that wanted her!" 

Billy smacked a nearby table. "Stop turning this around! I did but that doesn't change the fact you did too! People don't change that quickly so stop acting like you're the boy next door now." 

"Well, I did! I care about her, I hated her then. That's the difference. I don't want her hating me! So, I'm not going to hurt her or stab her dumb friends no matter what. I want her back in my life the way we were!...I love her, man!" 

"Give me a FUCKING break. You said the same thing in Woodsboro till she pissed you off. Then you choked her, cold cocked her in the face and tried to stab her…" 

"You loved her too and shot her!" 

Billy's eyes widened and a rage filled yell escaped him. "No! Don't put words into my mouth, dickweed! I never said I loved her! I said I had a crush on her but not enough to spare slicing her up as a traitor." 

He shook his head and growled out. "Don't try to bullshit me or twist shit, Stu. I may not give a shit about her but we need her right now. You touch her and I'll kill you. Meeks or her come up dead; I know it's you." Billy quietly gave, with an intense stare. "Not because I care or I want her but because that's proof it's you and want to have a loose end finally cut off and end this insanity." 

Stu and Billy stared each other down long and hard. Stu finally gave in a serious tone. "Same to you. Try to get revenge on her or touch her like you did this morning and I'll wear your rat looking face as a new mask; Texas Chainsaw Massacre style." 

Billy huffed as Stu grabbed his jacket, flashing his hunting knife on purpose. "So, we looking for clues or what, Scoob?" 

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A flower for every petal [1]

A/N: Sooo this is my first fic like ever! I hope you like it and if you do, let me know if you want me to tag you :) P. S. english is not my native language, so if there are some grammar mistakes I apologise haha

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The wind was strong that morning. Only sound breaking the silence on this, unusually, still street, was the angirly roaring wind. They said that the big storm is coming tonight and mother nature is preparing us for that.

For Iris, London was always such a depressing city, she for sure didn't like it here, never knowing why. So many unhappy people, lost souls that are just trying to go back to the right path, afraid of a little bit of risking. She wanted an adventure. She wanted to travel the world. But she knew well-enough that that's not going to happen any time soon, so she had to deal with that, that's what her mother used to tell her.

But on this particular day, it was even sadder. Everything seemed to be in black and white, like other colors didn't exist. The sky was so gray and misty, it almost looked like it was about to cry, his tears representing drops of rain. She never liked rainy days, or even worse, storms. It always reminded her of her lonliness and how she didn't have anybody by her side. Her family was far away, all of her friends and people from hometown had probably already forgotten her, and she was nostalgic. She missed her home, the happiest and safest place on this planet.

She tried to light her cigarette, but the damn wind wouldn't let her do it, so she put her hand up to protect a little flame that was coming out of her lighter. After few more attempts, getting even more annoyed, maybe by the fact that she was already so late to her first lecture, or maybe by the fact that it was so cold outside and she had to walk to university, she finally succeeded and shoved her lighter back in the bag. She took a long drag before continuing her 20 minutes walk to university, cursing the fact that she still doesn't have a car or someone to drive her there.

After few minutes of walking the rain started. Great, that's exactly what she needed at that moment. She instantly hurried up and threw her jeans jacket on her head, to protect herself from wetting her hair.

When she arrived at the university, after what seemed like forever, she started fast walking towards her classroom. She could only imagine how she looked like, and in every way was negative. Her hair was probably a mess, so she quickly combed it with her hands, trying to make it seem less bad, and then wiping her a little bit smudged mascara, as she mentally prepared for judgemental looks when she walks in almost more than half an hour late.

She entered the lecture, murmirng a little 'sorry I'm late' under her breath, and quickly taking her seat in the first free chair that she saw. Some students whispered something looking at her, probably gossiping, and the teacher just sighed and continued talking.

After some time of trying to focus on the actual words that the proffesor was talking about, but failing miserably, and then giving up, the class has finally finished. She packed her things and quickly exited the classroom, rushing into the hall of uni.

The hall was crowded with students, some with their friends, talking, laughing, and some alone just walking or sitting and reading their books.

She stopped walking when she saw a big poster on noticeboard that had big "Queen" written on it. It said that they are perfoming at the local pub on Saturday night.

"You coming?", someone said behind her back, snapping her from her thoughts and scaring her. She turned around and saw a young man with big, curly, hair and beautiful smile looking at her, then at the poster. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you", he said nervously, noticing her scared expression on face.

"Oh no, I just wasn't expecting anybody that's all", she smiled truthfully and he nodded. "And, uhm, I don't think I'll come. Don't wanna go alone.", she shrugged her shoulders.

"I think you should come, they are pretty good, you'll have fun", very familiar curly boy, that she thinks she shares a class with, told her smirking.

"I suppose that you've seen them play, when you say that like it is a fact?", she laughed.

"Well tehnically, yes", he nodded smiling, "I am in the band, a guitarisst", he said proudly and she raised her brow. "Oh yes, and I'm Brian by the way", he hold his hand to shake and she took it, still smiling.

"I am Iris, nice to meet you guitarisst", she smirked sarcastically.

"So you coming or not? I would love to see you there", she put her index finger on her chin, pretending like she's thinking about it and he laughed, "Oh come on, why not? You won't be alone, I'll be there"

"Well I don't know you, for all I know you could kill me there", she joked and he scoffed at that, "I'll see, but probably won't come"

"Okay, but have this incase you've changed your mind", he gave her a piece of paper, that probably had the address of the pub or his phone number, "Goodbye Iris", and then he left.

She stood there looking at him leaving, thinking about the offer he gave her.

It was the Saturday afternoon, she was cleaning her apartment from the mess she made over the week, when she accidentally found that piece of paper that that Brian guy gave her the other day. She had totally forgotten about it. It was this Saturday. She looked over her clock and it was 7:17pm, she had an hour to get ready. She bit her lower lip, thinking about it.

Was it good idea going there alone? But if she didn't go, she would probably regret that, always thinking about what-if.

Fuck it, she thought to herself, throwing her cleaning gloves, making her way to the bathroom.

She wanted an adventure, this is the closest thing to the adventure that she can get.

After 20 minutes of showering, she did her makeup and styled her hair the way she wanted it to be. The cab arrived and she started her way to the pub, feeling anxious.

She never liked going anywhere alone, even though she lived alone. The irony of that. She always wanted company in anything she was doing, even if it was just going to the market or just walking around town, and this lonliness was killing her. Not that she wanted to admit that, but deep down she knew that.

Her thoughts were interrupted when cab stopped, giving her money to the awfully quiet driver, and then turning towards the pub. Outside of the pub was suprisingly crowded, so she could just imagine what was inside. Surprised that this band was so popular, she entered the pub, scent of smoke and alcohol hitting her right in the face.

There were a lot of people, and she immediately regreted coming here alone, but she for sure didn't have intention on going back home. She sighed, making her way to the front place so she could have a better look at the band. She thought about Brian, if he would be happy that she came, but then quickly realised that he had probably forgot about her and that it was just a stupid thought.

Some people were talking, some people were already drunk, some people were making out, and some people were alone there, just like her. She felt a relief that she wasn't the only one, miserable. Lights went off and the crowd started yelling. First row were just girls, clothed in small pieces, big enough to cover the most vulgar parts of their bodies, and Iris rolled her eyes at them. They were groupies. There's nothing wrong with being a groupie, she just couldn't stand them. She looked at what she decided to wear and her body, feeling a little anxious. All of these girls were so much prettier then her. She was an average looking girl, with average body. And they were all like models, beautiful and smoking hot.

Her thoughts were interrupted by four young men filling in the stage. They had huge, wide, smiles on their faces as they were looking at the crowd infront of them. The crowd wasn't huge, but for a small band full of young students, it was more than enough. The lead singer, who she learned was named Freddie, had black fluffy hair, then there was Brian with his guitar, and two unknown guys. One with fluffy brown hair with his guitar, or bass, she couldn't tell, and then the blonde behind his drums. The blonde looked chaotic, he had angry look on his face, only one not smiling at the crowd. He just took his drumsticks in his hands, swirling them anxiously, waiting for Freddie to stop talking so they could start playing.

She knew that she was staring at him, but she just couldn't keep her eyes off of him. It's like he felt her deep gaze at him and he looked her right in the eyes, unfazed by it. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she was confident enough that she didn't look away, and got even more confident when she noticed that he didn't look away either, sending him a flirty and playful wink. In response he just licked his lips, before the first song began and he focused on playing his drums.

The way he looked when he was playing his drums, with that chaotic blonde hair falling everywhere, with his button up shirt that was unbuttoned showing off his bare sweaty chest, turned her on. She bit her lip at the thought of him. Now and then, he would look for her in the crowd, and when his eyes finally found hers, he would send her a seductive smirk.

After several songs, the band, had finished their gig for tonight. Freddie thanked the small audience as they all clapped their hands, because truth to be told- they were wonderful. Probably the best show she had ever attended, they had the most breath taking energy. Everybody did their parts perfectly. Freddie's voice stood out the most, this band is going places.

She decided to sit down at the bar, who could know that dancing, singing and having this much fun could be so exhausting? She thought to herself. Or maybe she just got so used to boring life of just studying and doing nothing over the days that she forgot how it felt to loosen up sometimes.

It took her some time to try and avoid, now very drunk people, praying to get home safely, when she finally saw the bar. She looked over and saw a free chair. She sat at the high chair by the bar, looking through her purse for the pack of cigarettes, and when she finally found them she realized that she had forgotten her lighter. She sighed, with cigarette between her plump red lips as she continued trying to find a lighter, even though she knew that it wasn't there. She cursed under her breath.

"Here ya go", she heard a soft male voice next to her speak, making her jump from her seat a little bit. _Can people stop scaring her like that?_She thought to herself. She looked up and there he was, the drummer from the band, standing infront of her, grinning and before she had any chance to reply to him he had lit her cigarette, that was still between her lips, his big ocean blue eyes never living her deep green eyes. She just sat there, feeling her cheeks turning red, she blushed and that rarely ever happened, and seeing that made him smirk.

"Thank you", she said, shyly, trying to cover up the fact that she had just blushed at him, puffing the smoke from her cigar.

"No problem, love.", he said still smirking at her. It made her feel tingly, and she didn't like that feeling at all. The way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his eyes, picturing things he could do to her. The way his eyes focused on hers, then, as she puffed smoke, he would focus on her lips, but then, again, on her eyes. He still looked sweaty from his gig, hair sticking on his neck and forehead. That made him look even hotter, If that's possible.

Stop being so fucking horny and stop imaging things Iris.

"You don't look like a type of girl to be here, or to smoke too. ", firstly he pointed at the place they were in and then at cigarette in her hand, lighting his that was between his lips. She was taken aback by his statment, making a weird face in confusion.

She raised her eyebrow at him. "What's that suppoused to mean asshole?", she said with bitterness behind her words, not caring if the nickname she gave him would offend him in any way. And it didn't.

He chuckled. "Easy there, love. I was just saying. You're new here, I've never seen you before.", he said as he raised his hand so bartender could notice him. "Want something? It's on me", he winked and she rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head no in response, as he murmured 'why not'.

"I don't drink", she said taking his lighter of the table, without asking for it, and lighting a new one.

"See? Told ya you don't look like a type of girl to be here. You just proved me right. ", he smirked and she rolled her eyes, again. "But, I must say, you're a one hell of a smoker"

The more he talks, the more she regrets thinking about him in the way she was while he was performing. She found him really annoying and wanted him to leave.

"What can I say? We all have our addictions", she raised her eyebrows dramaticly and he laughed at this shaking his head and murming little 'I guess you're right', before she spoke again. "And by the way, what if I'm not new here and you just haven't noticed me before? I mean, you have a lot of fans here. Especially girls, I mean you couldn't possibbly notice every girl that enters this place, now could you?", she stated matter-of-factly, pointing at all the girls that were now looking at them, making angry faces at her for taking their 'man', and a little bit of sarcasm behind her words, but not too much.

"Oh, trust me, I would notice. ", the bantender interrupted his words as he gave him what he had ordered, this misterious drummer drinking whatever liqour in one shot, and then continuing, "Ugh, rough. ", he laughed, "Where was I, oh yes. Trust me I would notice a smoking hot girl like you anywhere. I have seen the way you looked at me while I was playing, and I would lie if I told you that that didn't turn me on just a little bit", his voice turned into whisper as he was now close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. But of course, she wouldn't admit that and feed his, already, big ego.

She snorted at his cockiness, rolling her eyes, for the, probably, hundreth time tonight. "Don't even bother drummer boy, I know what you're doing. I know the guys like you, I have dated them. That's what devils look and sound like", he laughed at this biting his lower lip. That turned her on even more_._

"Oh really? So what am I doing, misterious girl? Hm? Tell me", he is still whispering, and that amused her a little too much. She didn't know where was her confidence coming from, but she liked this version of her, not afraid of saying wrong thing, being relaxed. Maybe it's the fact that this night, she felt so good after such a long time that she just didn't care. It was an adventure.

"You, mister drummer, are trying to get me to bed", she leaned in closer, tempting him as she knew exactly what was she doing to him. He just kept looking at her lips, not caring about her noticing that, as she bit her lower lip, in intention of seducing him even more. She succeeded in that as he quitely groaned at that act of hers. "And you were right. I'm not the type of girl who comes to places like this, as I'm not a type of girl who's just gonna be one of your groupies, so I advise you to just forget about it blondie and maybe find other girl to hit on and bore", she leaned back where she was before and he just snorted, now looking infront of him into unknown space.

"Tease. I like that", he admitted truthfully and she proudly smirked at herself for how amazing she was. Who would know that she had it in her? She was always an uptight person. "And could I get your name, love?"

"Does it matter? It's not like we're gonna meet again", she teased and that being said made him roll his eyes, playfully.

"Oh, darling, I think we will", he teased back and she giggled.

"And why's that?"

"Because", he leaned in, putting his hand on her thigh, making her have goosebumps all over her body, "I'm not that easy to get rid of. You're gonna see more of me, darling", he winked at her and just as she was about to come with the comeback, the yelling was heard and the drummer quickly moved his hand away from her tigh, that was travelling higher and higher, to her inner tighs, making her even more desperate. She silently groaned at the loss of touch.

"Oh here you are, you idiot! Roger, I've been looking for you for the past half an hour, you said you were just going to the bar quickly! Freddie is on the parking lot being hysterical as he always is and needs your help with the van and the instruments. You need to hurry up and leave that groupie alone. ", the curly, furious looking guy, that invited her here, named Brian spat at the blonde boy. His words hurted her a little, but she ignored his comment about her being a groupie as she annoyingly looked at him. Brian, realising who she was, looked guilty about his choice of words. "Oh hi there Iris, I didn't see that it was you. Uhm sorry for that nickname, I didn't mean it. I see the two of you have met already", Brian spoke just too quickly and she laughed at him, as he continued rambling, "I'm glad you made it here-"

"Oh so Iris?", Roger interrupted, earning a glare from Brian, but complety ignoring that, smirking as he had just found out her name, teasingly looking at her, already, annoyed facial expression, as he continued. "Nice name, very meaningful. Do you know that, that in Greek mythology, Iris was the goddes of rainbow, a messenger for Zeus and Hera, who rode the rainbow as a bridge from heaven to earth? Iris is actually considered a symbol of power and majesty, representing faith, wisdom and valor. Are you called after a goddess? ", he said, putting his index finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking about it, as he continued his philosophy, while she stood there, vividly, shocked and without any words, and that's a rare thing. This man is well educated, or just too good with his words, or maybe just lucky. "Or are you named after the flower? You know, they come in a lot of colours, and you remind me of some purple or blue just like your deep eyes that seem to hold in just too much sadness in them. Even though, in most of the cultures Iris means happiness and summer. "

Her eyes never left his as he had just put her in some sort of trance. She blushed at his words, and cursed at herself for letting herself blush just too easily, quickly trying to cover her cheeks, but failing. He already saw what he did to her and smirked, proudly, knowing he had won this conversation.

"What's wrong, love? Did I say something wrong?", he grinned at her, taking a drag of his cigarette and leaning back against his chair.

Brian just stood there, confused to what was happening, carefully watching Roger talking. He seemed to be, just as she was, in some kind of trance.

"You're full of shit, drummer boy", she laughed at this whole situation, as she tried to pretend that this actually haven't affected her, and he joined in her laughter. Brian still stood there confused and bored, as he didn't find this funny at all. He looked annoyed, but they didn't seem to care at all. "Do you say this to all the girls you pick up at one of your gigs, or should I feel special?", she raised her eyebrow, waiting, patiently, for his answer.

"Don't flatter yourself, love. I'm just good with my words. I've made your heart melt, didn't I?", he asked, but it wasn't a question, because he already knew the answer and he knew that she would never give it to him.

"If that would help you sleep at night then okay, blondie", she winked.

"You can call me Roger you know, not those ridiciolus nicknames you have." , he said and she nodded. He stood up starting to walk past het but for the second he stopped. "And I'm gonna call you Petal, that sounds cute. Right Petal?", he smirked at creative nickname he gave her.

"Why Petal? Most people call me by my name, or my usual nickname, Izzy", she said facing him with confused look on her face.

"Well that's a bit boring, don't you think? Mine is much more creative", he put his hand on his hip, letting her know how proud he is for making that up and she laughed.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever, blondie. ", she shrugged and he laughed.

"See you soon Petal", he just left and she watched him go until he disappeared behind the door that led to a parking lot, Brian disappearing with him as well.

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[marvelandponder]

Who's your favorite Equestrian historical figure? From the Founders, to the awesome Legends of Magic ponies, to leaders from non-pony cultures, to Star Swirl the Bearded, MLP sure has a rich collection of cool historical figures. Which one stands out to you and makes you want to learn their entire story? I'll accept pretty much any answer except the Alicorns and Discord. No cheating! ;)

That’s an insanely good question! Seriously, I love it. I would’ve answered sooner, but I just finished my first week at my new full-time job.

My personal favourite historical figure… okay, like you’ve said there are definitely a number of really interesting ones, and even some that have yet to be mentioned (in my Top 10 Lost Episodes, Scenes, and Stories list one cool thing I forgot to put on the list somewhere was the fact that Lauren Faust originally intended Luna and Celestia to have parents but just never got around to referencing or doing a story on them in the first two seasons… I still have to wonder about them).

But by far, for me, the one I want to know all about is Starswirl the Bearded and it’s because I think he has the most potential to be a really impactful character.

I can understand why people might not see that, how he’s just someone we hear about in exposition from time to time or a standard old wizard character. But I’ll tell you why that’s not true for me.

It’s two things especially: 1. The connections he has to the main/mane cast already, and 2. The things we’ve learned about him in passing since season 2.

Starswirl is one of Twilight’s personal heroes and Celestia and Luna’s mentor. He was also alive around the same time Discord would’ve been taking over the world, so there’s potential there, too. Having those really meaningful relationships already there just waiting to be explored, that would be enough in and of itself to make me interested.

If you follow my blog for long enough, you’ll start to notice that I love found families (the family you choose), which in my mind can even include mentor-student relationships. Having Starswirl be Celestia and Luna’s crazy wizard dad while they were growing up trying to lead a nation just sounds adorable. And having someone (maybe Pinkie, because she likes making up words) point out to Twilight that Starswirl is basically like her “Grand-Mentor” and just watching Twi’s fangirly reaction---that would be amazing. I feel like we would see the return of that early seasons Twilight who looked up to Celestia and worshiped the ground she walked on.

But there’s also the simple fact that Starswirl “didn’t understand friendship” like Twilight. That’s a huge red-flag that there could be really impactful conflicts in those relationships.

Also, depending on the story, it seems like he was around when Luna became Nightmare Moon, so how did he feel about that? How did he contribute to it? Did his lack of understanding in friendship have anything to do with that? How would Twilight feel interacting with her hero/grand-mentor (yes, I’m still going to call him that) if he totally doesn’t understand the value of her position as Princess of Friendship and/or conflicts with her on some vital issue when Equestria is being threatened?

Not to mention he’s pretty much one of the most powerful wizards of all time! He created time-travel! Why? What was he trying to change in his past?

And then there’s the 200 other spells he created out of nothing! I can already hear Twilight expositing to Spike that sure, she rewrote a spell to create new magic, but Starswirl was a genius who created spells out of nothing! The dude has mojo, and I want to know what his limits are. Or is he more bound by his own morality? For that matter, if he doesn’t understand friendship (at least not to the extent that Twilight does), what are his morals?

There are so many questions I can raise around this guy that lead to great stories, and I just want to know who he is…

Like, once upon a time he was going to be the antagonist for a story I ended up realizing was unworkable. He would’ve been motivated by the fact that he actually was supposed to be the original Element of Magic, but because he didn’t understand friendship in time to stop some big threat, he plunged Equestria into a dark age, wiping out most of the alicorn race.

After some time, he finds Luna and Celestia (which is a huge shock, like there are still alicorns left?) and vows to guide them in their new roles as Equestria’s leaders. 

And basically his whole thing would’ve been wanting to create the time travel spell that would let him change the past, but he unfortunately never thought to use the Tree of Harmony or friendship to do so like Starlight ended up doing. There would’ve been a whole thing about him summoning Discord to this dimension to try to help him, and Discord having sort of a father-son relationship with him that didn’t end well, hence Discord not caring about ponies and going on a chaotic rampage for fun.

And yes, in this version of things, Starswirl would be another MLP antagonist that parallels Twilight in some way. The studious young magician who didn’t understand the value of friendship, but with his story, it sort of asks the question of what would happen if Twilight/Starswirl didn’t learn in time?

There’s a song I like for Starswirl, that sort of has a somewhat ancient feel and touches a lot on the theme of regret (but ultimately striving to make it right “someday”). Even though that story is currently not being made (thinking of using Starswirl’s backstory for a simplified version of it), I still like this song for Starswirl in general:

So even from that, you can tell I’m super interested in him, in a number of different ways.

I’ve really loved hearing the legends in the Legend of Magic series so far, and there’s a number of leaders and important figures I’d love to hear more about, but Starswirl raises the most questions for me because he’s got relationships, but didn’t understand relationships.

What about you peeps? Any historical figures, pony or otherwise, that interest you most?