𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥, billy loomis & stu macher

03 smells like teen spirit

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(   chapter three,   smells like teen spirit   )
❝ our little group has always been and always will until the end ❞

october 9th,   1996

"HUNT? WHY WOULD they ask you if you like to hunt?"

"I don't know, they just did," Stu shrugged, replying to his girlfriend's previous question.

The interrogation was still fresh on Kathryn's mind as she sat with her friends in the courtyard during lunch, gathered around the fountain. The air felt tense, like it could snap at any second.

Randy, her slightly annoying co-worker that can't ever seem to take a hint, leaned in closer than necessary. "That's because their bodies were gutted."

Kathryn grimaced at his bluntness. "Thanks, Randy."

"They didn't ask me if I liked to hunt," Tatum continued with a scoff, popping a grape into her mouth, looking mildly offended.

Stu chuckled at his girlfriend's remark. "That's 'cause there's no way a girl could've done it."

Kathryn arched an eyebrow. "That's a bit sexist. A woman could easily kill a man - with the right motivation," she replied smugly. "For example, Basic Instinct."

Out of the group, Kathryn and Stu had a closer bond. They met the same day she met Billy, the two boys practically being attached to the hip, and despite their different personalities and backgrounds, they clicked like no other. Every time she needed someone to run to, it would be Stu Macher.

"That was an ice pick," Randy butted in, throwing a chip in his mouth. "Not the same thing."

"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out," Stu added, his brows raising. "Takes a man to do something like that."

Tatum shrugged. "Or someone with a man's mentality."

Kathryn hummed in agreement.

The conversation suddenly shifted when Sidney, quiet for most of lunch, softly asked, "How do you... gut someone?"

Sidney's voice caught everyone off guard. She sat leaning into Billy's chest, her fingers tracing circles on her leg as if she were lost in thought. It was the last thing Kathryn expected to hear from the goody-toe shoes teen.

There was a brief pause, everyone staring at her awkwardly.

Then, Stu answered, demonstrating with his hand the motion of a knife slicing. "You take a knife, and slit from the groin to the sternum."

Everyone groaned, recoiling back in disgust at the unnecessary description.

Kathryn loved Stu, but sometimes his inability to read the room was exhausting. She shifted uncomfortably as Billy shot his best friend a glare, sensing her and Sidney's discomfort.

"It's called tact, you fuckrag," Billy snapped, irritation creeping into his voice.

Randy, seemingly oblivious and unbothered as always, perked up again. "Remember in Jaws when they caught the wrong shark at first and Richard Dreyfuss cut it open to look for body parts, and all they found was a license plate and all this white, milky goo-"

Kathryn reached over and smacked Randy hard in the arm, rolling her eyes. "You heard Billy. Shut the fuck up."

As always, Randy's love for horror had him diving too deep into every conversation. With these murders going on and a potential serial killer on the loose, this was like Candy Land for him.