It's the summer of '96, there's a killer on the loose who gets his victims by calling their phones, police are on edge and urging everyone to not stay out past 11pm. Every time your phone rings, your anxiety skyrockets but the one time your phone ri...
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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯:
I can't believe I'm doing this, yet something about this to me isn't even surprising, I turn the voice changer up to the setting I use for killings and dial Sidney. The phone rings twice then I hear the pick up sound, "Hello, who is this?" Sidney says, her voice reeking in sultry confidence . "Did you miss me Sidney?" I say to the voice changer, "Another freak with an obsession of my homicidal former lover, Billy Loomis, huh?" she responds and I can hear the smile in her voice "Cold, Sidney, did Billy fuck you up that bad?" I bite back as if I'm not talking about myself "Spare me the small talk please" she laughs.
Something told me to turn off the voice changer so I did, "so I'll ask again, did you miss me Sidney?" suddenly I hear the phone fall then it's picked up again "what the hell do you want Billy?" She asks, rightfully so but shit. "To talk" I say, meaning it "bye" she says "WAIT!" I scream into the phone "what do you want to say, Billy? you're sorry for killing my mother? you're sorry for trying to kill me? you're sorry for killing my best friend? you don't know what you were thinking?" she rambles on angrily.
Silence coming from my end, "un-fucking-believable" she laughs but I don't think she finds my silent confession comical. "Sid-" I say but I'm interrupted by her anger "No, Billy. You don't get to destroy everything and kill every person I've ever loved then try to kill me and think I'm gonna accept your apology because it's been a few months Billy?!No Billy that's not how this shit works!" she yells at the phone as I walk up to the door.
Knock!Knock!Knock! I banged at the door until there was a crack in the wood along with my blood and skin, that's real wood. "Leave me alone Billy!" she yells at the door "I'm sorry Sidney but Billy cannot come to the door right now because you fucking killed him Sid" I paused, fucking with her head, "Guilt must be catching up to you Sidney, maybe Billy wasn't the real psychopath" I'm on a roll now because I've made Sidney cry.
I can always tell when Sidney's crying, has been crying, or is about to cry. "No!" Sid cries out as if she needs to convince her own self now that it's in the limelight "Maybe you were the psychopath and Billy just wanted you to love him, something he had known nothing about considering your slut of a mom took his mom from him." I yelled at her and I meant it, her mother was a slut, but this apple fell very far from the tree.
Sidney was about as crazy as me, she just concealed it better but she was no slut. I began to think she'd made some kind of a pact with God to not have sex until she married, not true, I found that out when she almost killed me. It was so beautiful, she was so beautiful, I was in pure ecstasy every time her body moved, every time she whimpered and moaned, every time her grip got tighter. It was warm, cozy, and if I knew what it was, I'd assume it was love.
Kink warning!
I could hear Sidney whimper at the door and I kicked it in, she screamed and her body hit the floor as I presumed that she was unconscious, pulled out a chair, and some rope. I sat her down in the chair and tied the rope around her wrists and ankles. I'm sitting in front of her and she's knocked out, there's a knot forming on her head and her lip is split open on the side. her head is leaking and I've never been more attracted to Sidney than now.
Her eyes open and I stare at the cup filled with alcohol in my hand, she realizes she's bound to the chair and starts moving, trying to break free. "you're only making your problem worse by doing that" I say, swirling alcohol in my cup "Let me go this is a whole different level of fucked up Billy!" she hollers at me like I don't know how fucked up this is, I wonder if she knows how easy it would be for me to kill her right now. "Sidney do you know that I could've slit your throat before you opened your eyes if I wished to kill you" I tease, I know she loves the thrill of wondering about the day of her demise, rushed by yours' truly.
"Huh? but you didn't? you're going soft honey" Sidney has always been quite a twisted character, she was my favorite but yanno, Satan had a change of plans. "My dear, how could I just kill you off. You thought that's what happens in horror movies with the last of the dying victims; oh how they drop like flies!" I laughed before continuing "No Sidney, that's not how it works, not with the star victim, you make them suffer, you torture them, and then you end their lives to the sound of their nonstop begs for a merciful death" I finally continued.
"Same billy huh? just new scars. Sad Billy" She was never very kind and I love it, somehow I ended up walking up to her and kissing her, she didn't even fight back. It baffles me how you can hate someone and be extremely attracted to them at the same time, I pulled away with a faint realization. I cut each rope off her with one swipe and ran out the door, ripping off the ghostface costume, trying to process what had happened 10 minutes ago between me and Sidney prescott, a woman who wants me dead, a woman I tried to kill. I ran and ran and ran until I collapsed and tears rolled down my cheek, what will I tell Shaniah, the pretty black cat sleeping in my bed right now as I curse the day I was born in the hellsent body I claim as mine. As much as I hate Maureen Prescott, I'm a whole lot like her, like the woman who took my mother from me.
