yandere! Billy Loomis x SHORT! f! reader x yandere! Stu Macher
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This book will contain:
➶ Murder
➶ Death
➶ Panic/Anxiety attacks
➶ Drugging
➴ DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THIS
‼️OOC CHARACTERS‼️
‼️LOOSELY FOLLOWING THE MOVIE‼️
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💀‧͙⁺˚*･༓🔪🩸🔪༓･*˚⁺‧͙💀 Monday, October 20th, 1996 Your POV:
So, my parents just died and I have to move to Woodsboro, California because they have (well, had) two houses there. Thankfully I have some friends there because every summer since I was about... Eight maybe? Me, mom, and dad would go to Woodsboro to catch up with our families. Now that I think about it, both of them were cheating on each other and were setting up separate housing because now, they decides to get divorced.
Not the point. However, since both of them are dead now, I have to live in one of the houses. I say one of the houses because 1. I just turned 18, 2. I can't pay off two houses and 3. I'm still in high school.
After I choose the house I want to live in, my relatives will sell the other house and give me 1/2 of the money they got from selling the other house.
I decided to go to my mom's house, it was nicer and slightly bigger than my dad's house.
(A/n: the house above is your mom's house, credits to Mamutcreativo)
I changed into something casual, grabbed my backpack, and left the house. I locked the door before I forgot, tried the doorknob, and then left for school.
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^ your clothes
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^ your backpack
I didn't feel the need to style my hair fancy so I just put it in a loose bun. (A/n: ignore if you have short hair or no hair).
I was on my way to Woodsboro High School when I saw two slightly familiar faces. I thought about going up to them and introducing myself but chose not to. If we have any classes together I can introduce myself then.
I kept on walking for 10 minutes until I saw the school. I saw students sitting outside with their friends and others walking in the front doors.
I quickened my pace to a power walk so I can get to school, get to the office and get my schedule quicker.
I was about to open one of the front doors when the door next to me flung open, almost hitting me in the face.
"What the fuck??" I half-screamed, half-questioned.
