Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

Breakfast with a side of mystery

The sun was high in the sky, its bright rays filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow across the room.

*GOOD MORNING USA. I GOT A FEELING THAT ITS GONNA BE A WONDERFUL DAY. THE SUN IN THE SK-*

The serenity of the early morning was abruptly disturbed by Y/n's phone alarm. He groaned in annoyance, his hand flailing blindly to silence the infernal noise. "fuck my life..." he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "could you just let me enjoy my bed a little longer bro, that'd be fantastic."

The loud song continued unabated, a shrill reminder that sleep was over. Y/n finally threw off the blanket and squinted at the harsh light streaming through the window. With a resigned sigh, he managed to find his phone and turn off the alarm.

He lay there for a moment, contemplating the ceiling as if it held the answers to life's pressing questions.
"Why isn't winter break longer" He sighs

Eventually, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet meeting the cool floor with a shiver. He stretched, his joints creaking in protest, and shuffled towards the bathroom. "Mornings," he muttered, "they're just nature's way of reminding us how much we hate getting up."

In the bathroom, Y/n went through his routine with a practiced ease. He brushed his teeth, his toothpaste foaming as he scrubbed away the remnants of sleep.

Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he raised an eyebrow at the disheveled state of his hair. "Looking good as always," he quipped, his reflection smirking back at him.

A splash of cold water on his face helped him wake up fully. He patted his skin dry with a towel and turned to pick out his clothes.

His wardrobe was an eclectic mix of styles, but today he opted for a casual yet put-together look: a well-fitted shirt, jeans, and sneakers. A spritz of cologne followed, the fresh scent completing his morning routine.

Y/n made his way downstairs, He entered the kitchen and set about preparing his breakfast: a simple affair of toast, and a glass of orange juice. He turned on the TV for some background noise and watched as the news report came on

The screen flickered to life, and a stern-faced news reporter began detailing the recent string of killings in the area. "-and in other news, another tragic loss in the string of recent murders. The victim, Casey Becker, was found early this morning. Authorities are urging anyone with information to come forward."

Y/n's brow furrowed as he listened. "Casey Becker, huh? I bet the killer's having a blast with this one," he mused aloud, taking a bite of his toast. The news anchor continued with details about the investigation and police efforts to catch the perpetrator. Y/N couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity

Once he finished his breakfast, Y/n placed the dishes in the sink, making a mental note to wash them later. He grabbed his backpack, slinging it over one shoulder with practiced ease. "Time for another day of dodging responsibility..." he said with a chuckle as he slipped on his sneakers.

He headed out the door, taking one last look at the kitchen. "See you later i'll miss you" he called, as if the empty house could somehow respond. He stepped into the sunlight, ready to face whatever the day had in store.