🂱𝒪𝒸𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ🂱- 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙓𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Stolen Property- 17

I laughed slightly trying to maybe brighten the mood a bit. Billy didn't even budge. He remained emotionless. He stared down at me with a questionable look. Smirked slyly. "Billy," I started saying cooly. "I'm not trying to seduce you.." A slight tint of confusion was etched across his face. "Would you like me to seduce you?" I looked up into his dark eyes. I placed my hands on his chest. He slowly guided his hands to my hips. I laughed lightly. "If I knew any better it seems like you want to kiss me."

He cracked a small smile. "And who says I don't?" I rolled my eyes playfully with a grin on my face. "Funny." I heard a faint ding come from upstairs. "Oh, well that must be the pizza. Stu and I chose to cook some pizza- of course if you don't mind.." I trialed off a bit. "It's fine. Treat yourself. We're here to make you happy. And you only." I took my hands off his chest and grabbed his hand. "Let's go."
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I skipped into the kitchen swinging mine and Billy's arm. We were still holding hands. It feels nice. Stu was leaning against the counter still humming a random tune. I poked him on the shoulder. "Boo!" He didn't flinch. I scoffed. He just grinned at me goofily. "You're no fun anyways."

This is pretty nice. But, even though I don't know what the two psychos want from me, they seem to be awfully kind towards me. Fuck- and they call me pet names. Like the shit that your partner would call you. Maybe they're just buttering me up to slaughter me like all the other people. Wait- do they- no. There's no fucking way. There is no way those two psychotic fucks like me! How the hell did I even get to that point? Whatever. I mean...

My thoughts jumped around as a stood there just zoning out.

They did kidnap me and they are really, really...affectionate toward me. Oh my god- and I kissed Stu. Well- that's an understatement. We made out. Uhm- I'm kinda fucking realized the density of the situation now. Well then. Okay- well let me ask myself the really, really, REALLY weird question I've been avoiding. Do I like Billy Loomis and Stu Macher?

"Heeeeeey! Y/n! Babbbbby!" Stu called out snapping his fingers in front of my face. I shook my head slightly falling out of my trance. "Huh? What happened?" Billy and Stu stood in front of me. I felt heat rise to my face. "Did I-did I miss something?" I stumbled a bit across my words. Snap out of it Y/n! It's not like these dickwads can actually make you like flustered or some shit. Just get a fucking grip on yourself.

"We were talking to you but you kinda just ignored us and zoned out or something." Stu said with a bit of a pouty look. "Oh. Well, sorry. I guess I just was thinking a little too in depth." I said a tad nervously.
Billy squinted his eyes at me and sighed lightly. "Okaayyy." We all stood there awkwardly. It especially didn't help when I kept thinking about what happened between me and Stu. "Uh- well I have to go change into something more comfortable..." I trialed off and then scrambled back to where my room was.

I closed the door loudly and let out a sigh. "What the hell was I thinking..." I mumbled slumping down to the floor. Even though I'm quite literally a serial killer, I do have feelings and right now I am feeling VERY conflicted. I stood back up and walked over to my dresser and chose something nice and comfortable but at least kept me all covered up. There's no way in hell I'm wearing something like that again around those two. I thought to myself while staring at the clothing I was wearing before.

I wonder who's idea it even was for me to wear it. Probably Stu's. I stood up and looked around the room. Now that I can actually see what's in here, I'll do just that. I first walked over to the closet and opened it up. Metal clothing hangers were on the floor in a semi-neat pile. Okay, nothin' weird about that. Some boxes were stuffed in the corner and a grin slowly made its way onto my face.

I dropped down to my knees on the floor and grabbed the box that was closest to me and opened it up. Literally nothing it in. At all. My shoulders slumped and I fought the urge to sigh. Okay, that was a bust. Next one here we come. I closed the box and put it back in its spot. I grabbed the next one and opened it up. Well here we fucking are. Some knives, ammunition, and other weapons were in the box.

I took some of the weapons out to see if there was anything else in there. A small picture lied at the bottom on the box. I picked it up and examined it. A woman with very short hair- like a bob haircut stood next to a little boy with a wide smile on his face. He looks happy. I wonder why this is here...

I decided that I've had enough of searching through shit that wasn't mine. I closed up the box but not before folding up the picture and putting it in my pocket. I stuffed the box back into the closet and closed it. I turned around and jumped slightly. Billy stood leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Oh...Billy. How long have you been there?" I asked walked toward him slightly so the gap between us wouldn't feel so awkward. He stared at me with his very unusual unreadable expression. He kept staring at me not saying a single word. This. Is. Awkward.
He uncrossed his arms and stood up straight. He walked toward me menacingly. He stood in front of me looking down on me.

"Long enough to know that you have something that belongs to me."