𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙 - 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖞!𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

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the rest of the evening leading up to stu's part was uneventful you thought and decided it would be the best (and smart idea) to start working on your weekend homework before randy came and picked you up. right after you got home you called randy and with a peeved voice complained about work but after his shift later tonight he would be eager to pick you up. it was no secret that he had a crush on you. 

four thirty rolled around where you sat on your couch scribbling some notes with the tv as background noise. it was what seemed to be the thousandth program of the day discussing the murders of casey and steven which didn't help the uneasiness you were feeling. you listened in more and more to the reports of how casey was strung from a tree it was...disturbing and that became the final straw for you as you then flicked through the channels searching for something, rather anything other than the reports of the murders. 

the loud and sudden sound of the phone ringing took you out of your studying spell. you placed your graphite pencil down hesitating before answering it as the horrifying calls entered your mind again.

"hey (y/n) is it ok if i grab you in fifteen minutes? apparently i didn't have a shift today and carl- you know carl- my shitty manager, yeah, he told me i didn't have a shift although i'm always working on fridays." randy huffed. 

"fifteen minutes. jesus, thanks for me letting know ahead of him, dickhead." you cursed, now you had to get ready in a slim amount of time.

"i'll be at your house at around four forty five, sweetheart."

"fuck you, randall." and without thinking again you hung up the phone, tiffing with the boy on the phone. you decided right then that your school outfit was fine, it wasn't business attire yet your outfit didn't look like you just rolled out of bed. maybe a retouch on your makeup but other than that you felt confident enough about your appearance. you set the phone back down, getting back to your work ditching the whole retouching the makeup idea.

not even a minute later you heard the phone ring and bet to yourself that it was randy stating that he was already waiting outside your house waiting for you.

"randy, it's been a minute, i guess fifteen minutes go by pretty fast, huh?" the line on the other end was quiet and a tsunami of anxiety washed over you. fuck, it probably wasn't randy and now you look like a total psychotic crazy person.

"randy?" you paused. "randy, stop being a creep." your heart started to race, you stood next to the window and peered out. the sun was still out and some of the neighbourhood children continued to play around on their bikes, play hopscotch among the sort. there was no way something maleficent could be in this comfortable corner of the neighbourhood in a safe place of woodsboro. " listen fuckhead! you better respond to me right now or i'm not going to stu's tonight." you sounded reserved and demured yet the voice you wanted to use was larger than loud. you still sounded weak and innocent no matter what facade you attempted to pull over the eyes and ears of whoever was on the other end. 

"(y/n), i'm not randy and you will go to stu's tonight. do you understand me?" the voice was monotone, deep and unrecognizable. oh, how you now wished it was randy pulling a cruel joke on you.