Scream the Pheonix: Wrath and Sloth (Male Reader insert)

Prologue: The Year Prior

(A/N) While I did my research, keep in mind that I'm exactly a psychiatrist. So I'm entirely sure how to write serial killers.

Y/H = Hair color

A night stroll around Woodsboro led Y/N to a situation he didn't expect to just walk in on by accident. To be honest, he was hoping for it, but he didn't think he was going to witness it himself. Maybe he has good luck, a twisted kind of good luck.

As mentioned earlier, Y/N takes a random walk at night every weekend every-so-often, tonight was because he recently broke up with his ex-Casey Becker. 

Granted, it was mostly a sexual relationship, but you gotta take a moment to say goodbye to all that decent sex you had, keyword 'decent.'

Part of him always expected something sinister to happen at midnight, thinking that if he's lucky enough, he might stubble upon a crime. 

He didn't really take that last thought seriously, but eventually, it came true. On a random street, the sound of a window rolling down caused the young Y/N to stop in his tracks. Since it was very quiet that night, Y/N was able to track the noise very easily.

He follows where he thinks he heard to noise, beginning to skulk when feels like he is close. He sees someone fiddling with a car, more specifically, the car window. Once it's open, the figure tosses something fabric inside the driver seat. 

Y/N feels himself grinning, not at what he's seeing, but who he recognizes. Billy Loomis, Woodsboro high school's popular kid, the one half the girls flaunted over, and the one who's currently dealing with his parent's divorce.

Oh yes, Y/N knows about that, though at this point, almost everyone knows about it. One of the cons of being the popular kid, everyone hears about your personal life sooner or later. So, you better not cry about it or act like an actual human being, because then you lose that popularity fast. 

Then Y/N recognizes the car Billy is illegally messing with, that's Cotton Weary's car. The man who uh... knows about a friend's mom really well. Yes, he knows about that too. Knowing what Y/N knows, it isn't too hard to put two and two together.

Y/N's grin grows wider. He reaches for his camera that he always keeps on his person and rushes over to the scene as if he's about to talk to his number one celebrity. 

"Yes, yes!" He exclaims out loud, not caring about the fact he just alerted Billy to his presence. The mentioned teen swings his head backwards, staring at the excited witness. "Do you know how long I've waited to catch someone doing something illegal at night? Man, this is exactly what I need for the school newspaper!"

The Y/H teen grips his camera steady. "Let me, uh... let me see what you were doing. I promise I won't get your face in the shot." He proceeds to point the camera lens towards the open car window, taking a couple shots.

Billy blinks with baffled expression, "What are you-" Before snapping out of it and aggressively grabbing the camera and throwing it away where it hits the concrete. Y/N looks offended as he looks at both the broken camera and the greasy haired teen who had no right to throw away the one thing that could have gotten him sent to prison.

 "Dude, that was like fifty dollars..." Y/N mentions disappointed. 

"Shut up." Billy hisses strictly before pulling out a hunting knife. He stomps towards Y/N who hops backwards, raising his hands up in a pleading way. 

"Hey, hey, hey! Woah, woah, woah. Calm down, I'm not ratting you out." Y/N assures as he tries not to get stabbed. Billys scoffs at him.

"Bullshit, the popular kid doing something illegal is always a golden scoop for the media." Billy states as a matter of fact, still giving Y/N that murderous look. "Hey, fuckrag!" He calls out someone farther away.