Totally Killer (Pam Miller x G!P Scarlett )

Chapter 7

Sorry it took me long to update, hopefully this can make it up for some of you.

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"Heather, you want to play beer pong?" Randy asked when he walked into a bedroom where Heather was knocked out sleeping. Randy threw a ping pong ball, hitting Heather in the stomach, but that only roused her slightly. "Heather. Beer pong," Randy repeated, walking closer to Heather. He noticed that she wasn't going to get up, so he gently took the bottle she was grasping and placed it on the nightstand. What he didn't notice was a gloved hand quietly closing the door behind him.

Randy looked up and noticed the window was open, so he went over to it and closed it, he then turned around and looked around the room. At that same time, Jamie had climbed up and was looking into the room where Heather was lying. Randy then walked out, closing the door on his way back.

JAMIE (muffled): "Randy! Randy!" Jamie knocked on the window. The same door the gloved hand had closed earlier now swung open, and the Sweet 16 Killer walked out with his mask and black clothes. Jamie's eyes widened, and she grew desperate. "No! Hey!" Jamie shouted while pounding on the window. The killer turned to look at her. "Heather!" Jamie shouted, trying to wake her up. The killer tilted his head before turning back to the sleeping Heather. "Heather, wake up! Heather, wake up!" Jamie desperately pounded on the window, tears evident in her eyes. The killer leaned down towards a radio on the nightstand and turned it on.

(''Let the music play'' by Shannon begins playing loudly) The killer turned the music up.

Meanwhile, with Marisa, she was dancing to the random music that started filling the cabin. "Hey," Randy walked in behind Marisa, who turned around. "What's with the music?" Marisa asked Randy, who answered that it was probably Scarlett and Pam didn't want to be heard by them. "They didn't want us to hear them banging the headboard against the wall." Both Marisa and Randy laughed. Marisa grabbed the drink she made earlier and handed it to Randy, who took it.

"You want to have some fun in the hot tub?" Marisa asked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Ooh, yeah. But I suck at foreplay, so you'll have to use the jets for that," Randy informed Marisa. "Okay," Marisa replied with a playful smile, and they both laughed, their evening taking an exciting turn.

Meanwhile, the sweet 16 killer shifted their attention toward the slumbering Heather. Scarlett and Pam found themselves in another room, fortifying the entrance with a hodgepodge of furniture, including a drawer and whatever else they could lay their hands on.

"Think they can get through this, killer?" Scarlett playfully taunted. "It looks pretty solid," Pam added, offering her approval.

Their reassurance was abruptly shattered when they heard a sharp knock on a window in the room. Startled, they both turned their heads in the direction of the sound. "Hey, let me in! The killer's inside!" Jamie's urgent voice carried through the glass.

Pam hurried to the window, parting the curtains to reveal Jamie frantically rapping on the windowpane. "Pam! Pam, the killer's inside!" Jamie urgently informed Pam, who quickly set to work on opening the window.

Scarlett, her tone filled with surprise, couldn't help but inquire, "How on earth did you manage to get up here?"

"He's going after Heather!" Jamie exclaimed as he continued to knock on the window.

"I thought you said it was Marisa," Pam retorted, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Randy!" Jamie exclaimed as he dashed over to the barricaded door.

Back in Heather's room, she gradually stirred on her bed, her eyes half-open. She was met with the chilling sight of the killer looming over her, silently watching. A piercing scream escaped her lips, and she instinctively kicked the intruder back as they drew nearer with a menacing knife. Seizing the opportunity, Heather made a dash for the door, flinging it open and fleeing, with the relentless killer hot on her heels.