Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

A 'date' with the boys

date (quotation marks)

You groaned as you rose from your bed, the sunlight filtering through your curtains. Somehow, you'd woken up in your own bed, tucked in neatly. Confused, you glanced around your room, your eyes landing on a mask lying next to you. Specifically, a Ghostface mask.

You picked it up, turning it over in your hands, staring at the eerie black-and-white face with a mixture of frustration and anxiety.

It felt like a taunt-a reminder that whoever this was had full control over you last night. You set the mask down on your desk, right next to the scattered papers from your ongoing investigation.

Today was Saturday, so at least you didn't have to deal with school and nosy classmates. After getting through your morning routine, you sat back down and went straight to work on piecing together the clues, trying to make sense of it all.

The attacker was taunting you, playing with your mind. But every interaction, every small detail-it all had to mean something. You were starting to connect the dots, but it still felt like pieces of the puzzle were missing.

As the hours passed, you immersed yourself in your notes, connecting dots and theories like a mad scientist in a cluttered lab.

You scribbled down every detail, from the odd phone calls to the subtle clues that seemed to point towards someone you knew. But as the afternoon rolled around, your focus was interrupted by the shrill ring of the phone.

You hesitated, debating whether to answer. What if it was your parents or one of your friends? After a brief internal battle, you finally pushed yourself up and reluctantly picked up the phone. To your surprise, it was Randy.

"Hey y/n, " he said. "Stu, Billy, and I are heading to the arcade. You in?"

The invitation was tempting. The thought of immersing yourself in games and laughter, if only for a few hours, felt like a much-needed break. "Yeah sure" grateful for the chance to let your mind rest from the chaos that had consumed it lately.

"Cool, We'll meet you in twenty," Randy said before hanging up.

You glanced at the papers on your desk, the mask sitting beside them, and sighed. You couldn't avoid this forever. But for now, maybe getting out and spending time with Randy, Billy, and Stu could help clear your head. Besides, you needed a break from all of this, if only for a few hours.

You quickly got dressed, pushing aside the lingering thoughts of Ghostface and headed out

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When you arrived at the park, those three idiots were already there, waiting for you in the most dramatic way possible.

Stu was draped over the back of a bench, his long legs stretched out in some sort of awkward, but somehow graceful, sprawl.

Randy sat cross-legged on the grass, animatedly talking Billy's ear off about some obscure horror movie. Billy, of course, looked like he was about two seconds away from murdering Randy right there and then.

The second Stu saw you, his face lit up like a damn Christmas tree. "Ahh, look who decided to bless us with his presence!"

He got up with all the subtlety of a bulldozer and threw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you way too close for normal personal space standards, his lips almost brushing your ear. "You're looking cute today, man. Who'd you dress up for, huh? Me?"

he said with a wink, shamelessly checking you out from head to toe. You sighed but you didn't push him off, even though he was getting way too handsy. "Yeah, Stu, totally put this outfit together just for you."