Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

PB&J and chilling thoughts

They found a spot under a giant tree, its sprawling branches providing a perfect canopy for their lunchtime escape. Y/n settled down on the grass, pulling out his lunchbox as Tatum and Stu did the same.

"Got anything gourmet in there?" Tatum teased, eyeing Y/m's plain sandwich. "Or is it just the classic PB&J?"

"Hey, don't underestimate the power of a classic," Y/n replied, biting into his sandwich. "This thing is a masterpiece. It's like comfort food in a slice."

Stu chuckled, leaning back on his elbows, his arm still draped around Tatum's shoulders. "Classic, huh? Sounds like the perfect description for your love life too."

Y/n shot him a playful glare. "Real smooth, Stu. If I wanted roast chicken with a side of embarrassment, I'd invite you to my next date."

"Touché," Stu said, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Uh sooo, what do you guys think about school this year, is it better after the winter break?" Y/n asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Stu shrugged, a playful grin on his face. "Well, still jas a nice vibe. Lots of potential for chaos, you know? Especially if you're with the right people." He nudged Tatum, who rolled her eyes but smiled back.

"Yeah, but seriously, it's been alright," Tatum replied, looking between them. "I mean, aside from the ghost stories and the recent drama. But that just makes it more interesting, right?"

Y/n chuckled, shaking his head. "Interesting is one way to put it. I prefer my drama on TV, thanks."

Stu leaned closer, a teasing glint in his eyes. "What, you scared of a little excitement? Maybe you need to get out more, Y/n. Live a little!"

"Yeah, I'd hate to miss out on any potential murders or terrifying ghost encounters," Y/n shot back

Tatum laughed, clearly enjoying their banter. "Honestly, you should come hang out with us more often. We could use another partner in crime-or, you know, just someone to make fun of us."

"Sounds tempting," Y/n said, his tone mock-serious. "But what if I'm the one who ends up needing rescuing?"

Stu raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Don't worry, I've got your back. Just stay close to Tatum; she's the real superhero here."

Tatum mock-punched Stu in the arm. "Flattery will get you nowhere, but thanks for the vote of confidence"

As they continued to eat, the conversation flowed effortlessly, drifting from school gossip to random thoughts about movies and music. Y/n felt a growing sense of belonging, laughter ringing out under the tree. For the first time that day, the earlier awkwardness faded into the background.

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As the lunch break came to a close Tatum, and Stu started to flirt with each other as made their way back to class.

The hallways buzzed with chatter and laughter, but Y/n felt a sense of calm settle over him as they approached the familiar classroom. He slid into his seat, noticing that he was behind Randy,

"Y/n" Randy whispered as he tapped him on the shoulder, you turned around "Whatsup?" you whispered back

"Did you catch that news report earlier? They're saying there might be a connection between the recent killings." Randy asked

Y/n leaned forward, intrigued. "Yeah, I saw that. They mentioned Casey Becker, right? It's crazy how this is all happening in our town."

Randy nodded, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Exactly! I mean, she was such a big deal, you know? Homecoming queen and all that. I can't believe someone would target her. It's like something straight out of a horror movie."

"Right?" Y/n replied, shaking his head. "What's next? A masked killer stalking the halls? Sounds like a bad sequel."

Randy laughed, but his expression turned serious. "Honestly, though, it feels real. People are freaking out, and I can't blame them. It's like we're living in some sort of horror flick, and we didn't even get to pick the cast."

Y/n leaned back in his seat, glancing at the teacher, who was droning on about something completely irrelevant. "You think it's all connected? The killings, I mean?"

Randy shrugged. "It could be. There are patterns in these things, and horror movies always emphasize that. You know, the 'final girl' trope, the killer's motives-it's all about understanding the narrative. But what's scary is when the fiction becomes reality."

"Great, now I'm going to be looking over my shoulder every time I walk home," Y/n joked, though he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.

"Hey, just stick with me. I'll keep you safe," Randy said, his voice half-serious, half-teasing. "I've seen enough horror movies to know what to look for. Besides, if there's a killer, they'd probably go after the more popular kids first-like Billy and Stu."

Y/n chuckled, though a part of him wondered if that might be true.

The bell rang, pulling them back to the present. Y/n felt a mix of relief and concern as he packed his things. While Randy's humor was comforting, the reality of the situation still loomed heavily in the air.

The killer was out there, lurking somewhere in their town, and with each passing day, the anxiety seemed to tighten its grip.

As they filed out of the classroom, Y/n couldn't shake the nagging thought: what if he bumped into someone who was actually the killer? The idea sent a chill down his spine. Would he be able to recognize the threat, or would he be just another unsuspecting target?