Slasher imagines

Stu and Billy

After finishing up a well deserved shower, you made your way into the bedroom. It was a Sunday, and although it was the weekend, you couldn't help but dread the day. It was like a Monday to you. You hated the day because of school the next morning, and you never got to actually sleep in due to your work schedule.

You were always so excited about growing up and doing 'adult' things. But now time has passed and you were in high school, paying the world with your precious time. Sometimes you wished you were a kid again. At least then you wouldn't have to worry about college classes or waking up early so you could get your check that week. You missed the carefree person you used to be.

Now the people around you were very different from your own demeanor. They didn't care much for school and partied to get laid. You always thought parties were useless, although you'd never been to one before. Your best friends did enough partying for the three of you.

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis, the clown and the hot shot. Oh how you've loved them for so long. The three of you had been together, as friends, for as long as you could remember! And you always had feelings for the two boys. You never thought in a million years they would- could like you back. It just seemed out of the picture. You weren't meant to have that perfect fairytale life.

You sighed at the thought and opened the dresser drawer. Picking out a few clothes you liked, you proceed to lay them on the bed. You took the towel from around your bare figure and threw it into your hamper. You really needed to wash your clothes. Sigh. Just another boring chore to do. You slid the panties up your legs quickly, finally realizing how cold it actually was in your room. After changing you then continued to look for the cause of your sudden temperature change.

The window?

The window had been left open.

I thought I shut it earlier..

You did.

I guess I must of forgotten.

Naive girl.

You shut the window and laid your exhausted body onto the small bed. Now that you lived on your own you had to provide everything for yourself, and working over 48 hours a week at Wendy's wasn't doing it for you. Your body ached all the time and you were becoming mentally unstable from all the stress that had been laid upon your shoulders. But now you got to lay back and relax for a few hours. Even if those hours were definitely less than you wanted. Nothing you could really do to fix it, just work with it and keep pushing with your head held high. That's what you always told yourself at least.

You stared up at your ceiling and immediately began to drift off. You were more tired than you thought.
You lazily pulled the covers over your lower half to provide a little warmth. Then it went black. You were out like a light. You knew you would be sleeping heavy that night. You always did on Sundays anyway.
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The closet door made a small noise as it was being pushed open. The two killers stepped out, masked and armed. They slowly made their way to your bed. They both watched your sleeping figure for a while, capturing the adorable scene in front of them. You were the only person who could pull off looking good while sleeping. To them, you always looked good.

They both unmasked themselves and sat on the side of your bed. Billy rubbed up and down your arm while Stu grazed your cheek with his knuckles. Billy looked over to Stu to catch him smiling like the dork he was. Stu looked up to Billy and shrugged.
"What?" Stu whispered. Billy shrugged back and shook his head.
"Nothing.." Stu rolled his eyes and brushed it off. He could of never guessed that Billy was planning against him.

Billy always liked Stu..until high school. You had become his object of affection. You always had been nice to Billy, and throughout high school until as of now, Billy and Stu agreed to share. However, Billy became greedy. He wanted you all for himself, completely cutting Stu from the picture. Stu was oblivious to Billy's feelings, as Billy was oblivious to Stu's.

It was ironic really. They both had been scheming against the other for your affection. They knew you liked them both, and they agreed to share you. But like Billy, Stu became greedy. He wanted all of your affection. Not half, not most, he wanted it all.

They would both do anything for you. Kill or be killed, they wouldn't mind either one. It was dangerous to play with fire, but you seemed to be enjoying it. You enjoy this don't you? The fighting over you.. The constant attention on you. Whether it be being watched on the streets or the staring you received in class, you enjoyed it. Your greedy for their attention, just as they are for yours.

Be careful dear friend, if they ever were to find out how dedicated you were to them, they might just snap. And I know you want them both. But life isn't fair, and you could only get one..

As I stood there shaking and crying, I couldn't control my hands as I held up the gun.

You should be grateful for the time you have to choose.

"S-stop fighting..please" I hiccuped. The two boys just looked to me, bewildered, and let go of each other. They were bruised and bloodied by the previous fighting only seconds earlier.

Cherish the time you have. Soon you would come to regret not thinking about it sooner. You were so content in the affection you were getting that you tried to push away the inevitable.

"Lower the gun babygirl" Billy, my boyfriend whispered.
"I can't handle the constant fighting anymore.. I love you both but I just can't handle this relationship" You sobbed.
"We both love you doll. We just want you to choose" Stu said, my other boyfriend.

But I guess you don't have to listen to little ol' me.

The gun shook in my hand as I thought of my predicament. Only two of us would be leaving here alive. Whether it be from my choice or my inability to make that choice.

It's all up to your decision in the end.

It's all up to my decision in the end.