(Billy/Ghostface's POV)
After some time, we reached (Y/N)'s house.
I can't believe they don't know i'm a serial killer and a psychopath.
Even if I haven't murdered anyone ever since..well..that bullet to my skull by my ex-girlfriend, Sidney Prescott, they should at least watch the news every so often.
It's been what?
A couple months?
And I still show up in the news often.
So, honestly, I mostly go out in a black hood when I need to get something.
Yeah, I live alone.
I ran away from my dad.
But I dunno where Stu is.
Never found out if he's in jail or he's dead.
Or if he faked his death.
We'll just talk about that later.
"Well, home sweet home, I guess." (Y/N) said, unlocking her front door.
"Aren't you the same age as me, (Y/N)?" I asked, rubbing the back in my neck with my hand.
"Where's your parents?"
(Y/N) closed the door behind me, and started to take off their coat.
"My dad died, and my mom is off to work in Texas for a bit."
"She'll come back soon."
I helped them take of their coat.
"Here, you take too long, stupid."
I hanged it up for them.
"Are you hungry?" They asked me, opening the fridge.
"I'm fine. You can eat if you want."
I remember something about (Y/N) and their backstabbing friends.
"(Y/N)?"
They turned around, holding two glasses of water.
"Could you maybe tell me more about your friends?"
(Y/N) sat on the couch, placing the glasses down on the table in front.
"Sure. Come sit down first, dickhead." They said, patting the place next to them.
I walked over and sat next to them.
Why is this more nerve racking with (Y/N) than Sid?..
I can't possibly be in love with them.
Damn it.
"So..what would you like to know first?" They asked me, their eyes staring into my cold ass soul.
"Hm," I hummed.
"How many friends tried to gang up on you?"
(Y/N) took a sip of water.
"Four. One guy and three girls."
I only thought that guy Nick was in it.
Not those girls.
Friendships these days..
"What's their names?"
"Nick, Amy, Artemis, and Sally."
I gotta keep that in mind.
I'm gonna murder all of them.
I'll come back to that stupid school and burn it at this point.
Woodsboro High.
Fuck you.
"Hello? Billy? Are you okay?" (Y/N) started to say, waving their hand in front of my face.
Turns out I was thinking too hard that the whole world blurred out for a second.
Holy shit.
I haven't done that in a long time.
"Huh? Shit, sorry," I said, shaking my head.
"Zoned out."
(Y/N) laughed, their teeth showing.
"You think too much, ass hole."
I chuckled.
"Thanks. Not like you think at all, fuck face."
They laid on my arm, yawing.
"That walking made me so tired." They said, fake snoring.
"Lazy ass. It wasn't that much watching." I responded, wrapping my arm around them.
"You're sleepy? Now?" I said, mocking them.
"So what? I probably have better sleep then you, so fuck off." (Y/N) said, gently slapping my thigh.
"Better sleep my ass. I sleep so good." I said, matching their energy.
"Not gonna lie..I'm actually pretty exhausted too."
(Y/N) winked at me.
"Don't worry, your secrets safe with me." They said, grabbing a blanket and covering us with it.
"Let's just relax, Billy.."
I sighed, caressing their hair.
"If you say so. But let's not sleep for the whole day, alright?"
(Y/N) put their finger to my lips, trying to shush me.
Hah, like that'll work.
"Sshhhhhhhhuuuuushhhhh." They said, almost in a whisper.
"Just shut the fuck up and close your eyes."
I rolled my eyes.
"Damn you, (Y/N).."
I said, with a chuckle, closing my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
- 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒.- (Ghostface x reader)
HorrorHigh school. 1996. (Y/N) discovers the history of Woodboro, and its killers. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. Although nobody knows where Stu went, the original Ghostface, Billy Loomis was still on the loose. The new senior transferee met new friends, g...