Psycho Killer (Billy Loomis x Reader)

2 - There Goes Casey

It's been around 2 weeks since you moved to Woodsboro. You've gotten closer to Tatum's friend group and you've met a few other people in the time that you've been here, including Casey Becker. She invited you over tonight to watch horror movies with her, since she knew you liked them. Walking up her porch to knock on her door, you sensed someone watching you. You spin around and look at the bushes around the house. It was dark and quiet as you were in the middle of nowhere. Brushing off the feeling, you knock on the door. Casey opens it.
"Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it!" She exclaims, pulling you in.
"I brought Psycho because I didn't know what we were going to watch," you say, pulling it out of your bag. She grabs it.
"Okay. I was thinking Halloween?" She suggests and you nod, giving her a small smile. Just as she's about to start the movie, the phone rings. Casey answers it.
"Hello?"
"Hello?" There's a silence. You look at her confused and she gives you a shrug.
"Who is this?" The caller asks. Casey rolls her eyes.
"Who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this?"
"What number are you trying to reach?" Casey nods to the Jiffy Pop on the counter. You grab it. "This?" You ask her. She nods.
"Who's that?" The caller asks.
"My friend. You never answered my question."
"I don't know. Can I talk to your friend?" Casey shakes her head like he can see her.
"No. I think you have the wrong number," You smile and look out the open window. Something moved through the bushes, grabbing your attention. You lean over the sink to get a better look. "Y/n!" Casey whisper-yells. "What?" You ask, turning back at her. She points to the popcorn.
"Do I?" Casey sighs, easily annoyed.
"It happens. Take it easy," You laugh, setting the popcorn on the stove, turning it on. The phone rings again. Casey hands you the phone. "You deal with him,"
"Alright."
"I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number."
"So why'd you dial her again?" You ask, flipping the phone to your other ear, walking around the house.
"To apologize. Who's this?" He asks. You smile.
"Y/n. You're forgiven. Bye now!" You say, moving to end the call.
"Wait, Y/n! I want to talk to you for a second."
"They've got 900 numbers for that. Bye," You hang up the phone and go to check on the popcorn. "Weird," Casey says. You laugh.

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(Billy - 3rd Person)
Billy and Stu sit in the bushes, watching you and Casey talk to each other. "Don't hit Y/n," Billy tells Stu for the 100th time. Stu rolls his eyes, putting on the costume. "Billy, you've told me for the 100th time not to do that. I won't." Stu complains. Billy shoots Stu a glare. Dialing Casey's number, he keeps his eyes on you. Gorgeous.

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After 2 minutes, you get another call. "Are you joking?" Casey says, annoyed. "Hello."
"Why don't you want to talk to me?"
"Who is this?" Casey asks.
"You tell me your name and I'll tell you mine," You shiver, creeped out.
"I don't think so," Casey told the man. You shake the popcorn, hoping it would loosen the kernels.
"What's that noise?"
"Popcorn."
"You're making popcorn?"
"Uh-huh."
"I only eat popcorn at the movies." Casey mocks the man, hitting her fingers together. You giggle. Bored, she hands the phone to you. You smile, intrigued to talk to him again."That's so weird. Who doesn't like popcorn any day?" You ask him. There's a pause as you hear the sound of a camera shuttering. "What was that?" You ask him.
"Oh nothing." You raise your eyebrow, not convinced. "What's the occasion for popcorn?"
"I'm just watching a video with Cas-" Case grabs your arm, silencing you. Whoops.
"Really? What movie?" You smile at his curiosity.
"Oh, probably a scary movie,"
"Do you like scary movies?"
"Uh-huh"
"What's your favorite scary movie?" Casey looks at her wrist, like there's a watch there, trying to speed up your conversation with him. You roll your eyes and go to the glass door in the back. "I don't know."
"You have to have a favorite."
"Okay, Halloween!" You say with a smile. Shutter. You spin to the window. There was a flash. "You know? The one with the guy with the white mask who goes around terrorizing babysitters? What's yours?" You ask him.
"Guess."
"I don't have a clue."
"C'mon, Y/n, there's gotta be something you can think of."
"Okay," you sigh, "Nightmare on elm street."
"Is that the one with the guy that has knives for fingers?" You laugh.
"Yes! Freddy Krueger!" You can feel the man smirking on the other line.
"Freddy... I liked that one. It was scary."
"The first one, maybe, but the rest suck." Casey just about loses her mind and grabs the phone. "Ugh, you are talking forever and we have a movie to watch. Bye." She smalls the phone down, ending the call. Damn. He calls again. "Okay, enough is enough. Stop. Calling." Casey yells at him.
"You've got a boyfriend?" He asks Casey.
"Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?"
"Maybe. Do you?"
"No," Lie. She did have a boyfriend. Steve Orth. Totally in love and obsessed with her.
"You never told me your name." You get closer to her to hear what he is saying.
"Why do you want to know my name?" Casey asks, twirling her hair flirtatiously.
"Because I want to see who I'm looking at." You freeze and Casey spins around to the glass door. You both stare in horror. Shutter.
"Wh-What did you say?" Casey asks.
"I want to know who I'm talking to." Lie.
"That's not what you said." Freaked out, you lock the door and back up. Shutter.
"What do you think I said?" Casey turns on the light. You look at the bushes from earlier. Nothing.
"We have to go."
"I was just about to ask your friend out."
"Nevermind."
"Don't hang up on me."
"Gotta go, okay?"
"Don't you-" Casey quickly hangs up, moving towards the stove. Your mind is racing with every possible idea you could come up with, trying to convince yourself that he is NOT in the yard. Those bushes. As your about to look at the bushes again, more thoroughly this time, the phone rings again. You jump and Casey yelps. You rush to the phone and answer it.
"Yes?" You say in a worried voice.
"I told Casey not to hang up." You freeze with fear. How did he know her name?
"What do you want?" You ask, determined to stay calm.
"To talk to you, Y/n."
"Please just dial someone else?"
"Are you scared, doll?" Your breath hitches at the nickname.
"No, I'm bored."
You hang up. Casey smirks at you.
"Okay. That was really fucking creepy." You say. Casey shrugs. You sit on the couch and Casey puts the popcorn back on. Sitting next to you, the phone rings again. No. No. Casey picks up the phone.
"Listen, asshole..."
"No, you listen, you little bitch! If you hang up on me I'll gut you like a fish!" Casey drops the phone and covers her mouth. You grab the phone with shaky hands, your full attention on him.
"Is this a joke?" You ask after getting the courage to say something.
"It's more like a game, doll." After composing herself just enough, Casey takes the phone from you again.
"Okay, listen! We're two seconds away from calling the GOD DAMN POLICE!" Casey yells into the phone. The man on the other line laughs.
"They'd never make it on time, Casey." You run towards the front door. It's unlocked. You bolt it closed and sink to the floor. You're quietly crying as Casey rushes to your side. Casey's crying as well. "What do you want?" She asks between sobs.
"To see what your insides look like!" Casey's eyes go wide and you stand up. Casey hangs up and throws the phone on the couch. The doorbell chimes and you throw yourself backwards, crashing into a wall. "Who's there?" Casey asks. You hit her arm. The doorbell chimes again and you jump. She looks at you and then the door. "Who's there?" She repeats herself. You're full on crying now. "Casey! Haven't you watched any horror movie? You can't say that! Now we're gonna fucking die." You shout at her. "Fuck this." Casey says and storms towards the phone, going to call the police. You follow after. "Casey!" The phone rings again and Casey cries out. She grabs the phone and answers it. Sitting there and waiting. Waiting for someone to say something. You can't stand the wait so you go to the windows and lock them. The man says something which causes Casey to fall back into the wall, clutching it desperately like a lifeline. "Look! Enough is enough! You had your fun, now leave us alone!" She tells him.
"Or what?"
"My boyfriend will be here any minute and he's gonna be so mad when I tell him-"
"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend."
"I lied!" Casey says between gasps. You feel nauseous. "I do have a boyfriend and he's gonna be here any second, so your ass better be gone!" She tells him.
"Sure..."
"I swear! He's big, and he plays football, and will beat the shit out of you!"
"I'm terrified."
"I'm not lying!" You pace the room as they continue going back and forth. This cannot seriously be happening. Maybe Randy's fucking with you because he loves horror movies. Maybe it's one of Casey's other friends. It's not real, not real, not-
"His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?"
Casey's knees buckle and she looks frantically around. "How do you know his name?"
"Tell Y/n to go to the back door and turn on the light. Again." Casey turns to you, eyes red and puffy. "Y/n! Go-" her voice catches and she slides the phone towards you. You look down at the phone. Slowly picking it up, you bring it to your ear. Shutter.
"Hello?"
"Y/n... go turn on the back door light, love." You feel another wave of nausea hit you as you make your way over to the door. Turning it on, you see Steve. He was bound to a lawn chair with his mouth duck taped shut. Casey had somehow managed to make her way over to you. She screams in terror, unlocking and opening the back door.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Casey." She slams the door shut and locks it again. She frantically scrambled for the phone, snatching it out of your hand. "Where are you, psycho?" She screams at him.
"Guess." She quickly scans the backyard as you go over to the kitchen, now smoking with the popcorn, but you don't bother to get it out. You look over the sink at the window. You hear rustling below the window and you stumble back. "Please...don't hurt him" Casey chokes out.
"That all depends on you."
"Why are you doing this to me? Take Y/n! Leave me and Steve alone!" You feel anger wash over you. Seriously? This bitch would sacrifice you for the guy she's with just to fuck?
"I think not. I want to play a game. Hand Y/n the phone." Casey throws the phone and it hits you. "What?" You ask him, getting more scared and angry by the second.
"Tell Casey the questions."
"Why?" The man ignores your question.
"It's an easy category. I'll give her a warm up question, okay?" You nod, even though you prayed he couldn't see you. "Good. Now, name the killer in Halloween. Your favorite." You repeat the question to Casey and she starts crying. "I don't know." She keeps repeating to you.
"Sure she does." You pray that she can come to her senses and answer the question. Please. C'mon Casey. "I can't think."
"Steve's really counting on her. It'd be a shame..." Casey sniffles, trying to calm down. "Micheal...Myers..." you tell him the answer, blinking back tears as you huddle behind the TV with her. She gets closer to the door and watches Steve, trying to reassure him.
"Perfect. Now for the real question. Name the killer in Friday the 13th."
"Casey!"
"What do you want?!"
"Name the killer in Friday the 13th!"
"No..."
"You have to! Please Casey!"
"Jason! Jason Vorhees!" Casey screams. You tell the caller the answer, knowing it's wrong.
"I'm sorry, that's not right. Luckily for Casey, there's a bonus question, but, Steve's out of luck." You watch in terror as Casey looks out the window to find Steve completely gutted. Nausea runs through you as you drop the phone, running towards the bathroom. You vomit and crawl out. Casey is screaming bloody murder, pawing at the glass door, mourning her late boyfriend. You stumble to the phone.
"Are you alright, Y/n?" He asks. You nod, now knowing he can see you. "Perfect. Bonus round. Which door am I at?" You shoot up and run to the kitchen, grabbing two knives. You give Casey one, pulling her up. "I don't know." You tell him. He laughs quietly. I've heard that laugh before.
"Baby, it's not a question for you." He says. You sob and hand the phone to Casey, she shakes her head and pushes it away. "Casey!" You scream at her. She startled and stares at you. You never lose your temper. "Answer the goddamn question before we both get killed just like your boyfriend did!" She croaks out a sob and reaches for the phone. He repeats the question. Shutter. "I can't-"
"You're call." You're scared beyond belief. Steve was dead. This was really happening. It's like a horror movie. The first kill. Just then, the glass door shatters and a chair flies through it. You scream and run to the front door. When you look behind you, a shadowy figure runs across the hallway. Casey's petrified. You slip out the broken door with Casey and bolt to a corner of the house. With the phone and knife in hand, you can hear glass cracking as the intruder is looking for you. You watch through the kitchen window in horror as he grabs a portable phone out of his cloak pocket. You pray that he's not doing what you think as he presses call, back turned to you. You frantically keep pressing the end call button, but not quick enough. The killer spins around, knife in hand. Casey makes a break for it, running past Steve's dead body and letting out a sob. The killer runs towards her, knife threatening to stab her. You run as fast as you can, blocking her and taking the stab. It hits your leg, and you scream out in pain. As you are doing so, it sounds like another is yelling too. The killer looks at you, indecisive on what to do. He eventually leaves you to kill Casey. She took the phone.

Casey...

You blur in and out of consciousness. You hear Casey's muffled screams as she is stabbed.

5 minutes went by and her parents found you with Steve. You are woken up by her mother.
"Where's Casey?!" You look at her confused. Turning on your stomach, blood stuck to your clothes and the concrete, you make your way to the side yard and to the front. There, your friend, is hung and gutted like a fish.
How ironic.