Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

Mystery at midnight

When school ended, you headed back home, the weight of the day lingering on your mind. After tossing your backpack aside, you did some dishes and prepared a simple dinner, but the unsettling thoughts of the Ghostface killer kept creeping in. Instead of letting it slide, you decided it was time to take matters into your own hands.

You grabbed a notebook and started jotting down notes, piecing together everything you knew about the recent killings.

Your desk became a chaotic blend of scribbles, articles clipped from the local paper, and whispers from conversations overheard in the hallways.

You found yourself digging through old yearbooks and school directories, trying to connect the dots between Casey Becker and any suspicious characters you could find.

As you flipped through the pages, a theory began to form: what if the killer wasn't just one person, but two? You couldn't shake the feeling that the clues pointed toward someone within the school.

The way certain students acted around each other, their glances, the laughter that seemed to mask something more sinister—it all felt like part of a bigger puzzle.

You leaned back in your chair, staring at the mess of information spread out before you. The thought of a duo lurking among your classmates sent a shiver down your spine. You remembered the camaraderie of your friend group, the jokes that danced around the darker edges of the recent events.

With limited technology in 1996, you relied on handwritten notes and newspaper clippings, piecing together timelines and motives in your head.

You recalled random moments when certain people had been absent, or how they'd reacted to the news of the murders.

As night fell, the eerie quiet of your house seemed to amplify your thoughts. You found yourself thinking of all the times you'd seen Stu and Billy with a certain mischievous glint in their eyes. Were they just goofing around, or was there something deeper lurking beneath the surface?

As you sat in your dimly lit room, lost in thought about Stu and Billy potentially being the killers, the sudden shrill of the phone broke through your concentration.

You glanced at the clock—late evening, and a shiver ran down your spine. Who could be calling at this hour? With hesitant fingers, you picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" you said, trying to sound casual, though your heart raced.

"Hey there, cutie," a gravelly voice responded, sending a chill down your spine. You recognized it instantly. It was the same voice that had called you the night before, flirting with a dark edge that made you uneasy.

"Did you like the note I left on your doorstep?" he continued, amusement dripping from his words.

You hesitated, recalling the cheesy pickup line written in what looked like blood. "Yeah, it was... interesting," you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the unease that settled over you.

"I'm glad you appreciated my little gift," he said, his tone shifting to something more playful. "You know, I put a lot of thought into it. It's not every day you find someone as captivating as you."

You rolled your eyes, feeling both flattered and slightly creeped out. "You really know how to make a guy feel special," you said, your sarcasm slipping through.

"Just speaking the truth," he said, his voice smooth and teasing. "But I can't help but wonder—do you like playing games? Because I certainly do."

"Games?" you echoed, feeling a mix of curiosity and concern. "What kind of games are we talking about here?"

"Ah, the fun kind," he said, his tone dipping into a flirtatious whisper. "The kind that keeps you on your toes. I could show you a thing or two if you're brave enough."

Before you could respond, there was a sudden knock at your door. Your heart raced, a mix of panic and intrigue flooding your senses. You hesitated, glancing toward the door.

"Are you going to answer that?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "I dare you."

"Yeah, right," you scoffed, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "I'm not opening the door."

"Aw, come on," he teased, chuckling softly. "What's the worst that could happen? It could be your knight in shining armor, or maybe just a pizza delivery guy."

"Right, because that's totally what I need right now," you shot back

"Suit yourself," he said, his tone almost sing-songy. "But just remember, curiosity can be a dangerous thing. You wouldn't want to miss out on a little thrill, would you?"

You clenched the receiver tighter, your pulse quickening. "What do you want from me?"

"Just to keep things interesting," he replied, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But I guess if you're not feeling adventurous tonight... I'll let you go for now. Just don't forget about me."

"Yeah, sure," you said, your voice wavering slightly.

"See you later, cupcake," he added, the playful edge returning as he hung up.

You stood there, the phone still pressed to your ear, feeling a mix of exhilaration and dread. The knock at the door echoed in your mind, a reminder that the night was far from over.

As you placed the receiver back on the hook, you couldn't shake the feeling that the real game was just beginning—and you were right in the middle of it.