¹𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑,, billy loomis & stu macher | ✔︎

04, the turning point

F L I C K E R
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CHAPTER FOUR,   the turning point
" I can feel it coming in the air tonight,
oh, Lord "
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"The real question is, who would win in a fight: Jason Voorhees or Michael Myers?"

Kathryn side-eyed Randy as the two of them restocked the rom-com section. "Uh... Michael? Yeah, definitely Michael."

"Oh, you've got to be kidding, right?" Randy threw his hands up, following Kathryn as she pushed the cart to another section of the store. "There's no way Michael could beat Jason. Jason's much stronger and faster."

"Please, all Michael has to do is put on his mommy's sweater, and Jason's as good as gone. He's a mommy's boy, simple as that."

Randy nodded his head in thought as they came to a stop at the counter after touching up the horror section. "That's true... but knock Michael's mask off and he's a nobody. Boom, dead! No coming back."

"Isn't Michael literally invincible?"

"He's no match for Jason, who's also immortal," Randy countered, taking the debate far more seriously than Kathryn cared to. She didn't even like slasher movies that much, but she had to admit there was something fun about debating over them.

"Plus, Jason wields a machete. Michael carries a kitchen knife. What damage is he gonna do with that?"

"He's killed with other things, head ass," she said, rolling her eyes. "Michael wins, sorry."

Randy scoffed. "Yeah, well—"

"Hey, you two! Dumb and dumber!" Patty's voice snapped them out of their argument. Their boss and the owner of Blockbuster stood in the doorway to her office. "Shut your traps and get back to work. You're scarin' away my customers."

Kathryn sighed, watching Patty stomp back to her office, slamming the door behind her. Sometimes, Kathryn forgot she even had a boss—Patty rarely ever left her cave.

She turned back to Randy, who was standing too close, staring down at her.

"Can we both just cut this pointless conversation out and agree that they're both decent?" she asked, pushing him back with a glance.

Randy huffed. "I guess... but Jason slams."

Without a word, Kathryn rolled her eyes and went behind the counter, her gaze flicking to the clock. It was a slow day at Blockbuster, and she was counting the seconds until she could leave.

Suddenly, the door chime rang, and in walked Tatum Riley. "Kitty Kat, you ready to go?"

Kathryn smiled, leaning on the counter as Tatum approached. "I have about..." She checked the clock again. "Fifteen minutes, then I'm off."

"Perfect! So, for tonight, I'm thinking we get Tom Cruise in All the Right Moves. You know, if you pause it just right, you can see his penis," she winked, singing the last word like it was a song.

Kathryn laughed. "You are something else, Tatum Riley." She leaned toward the movie shelf, scanning for the film. Turning to Randy, she saw him bouncing a small ball in the corner. "Randy, can you get the bathroom floors mopped, please?"

"Why do I have to do it? You do it!" Randy protested, throwing his hands in the air like a bratty child.

Kathryn rolled her eyes. "Stop whining and just do it, please. The faster it's done, the quicker we leave." The stern tone she used came naturally, a habit formed after years of living under her strict mother's thumb—until she died, that is.