As you lay in bed, the weight of the day settled heavily on your chest. Thoughts raced through your mind, each one leading to dead ends or circling back to the same suspects.You groaned and buried your face in your hands, trying to block out the frustration.
Who could possibly be the killer? Billy's charm, Stu's antics, Randy's obsessive horror knowledge—they all had their quirks that could easily mask darker intentions.
You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You didn't have enough evidence to point the finger at anyone yet, and the mounting pressure to solve this was exhausting.
Tomorrow was the fiesta, and you'd be missing out on what could be a fun distraction. But honestly, the last thing you wanted was to be surrounded by people when you were feeling this tense. You knew your mind would be more focused on the investigation than the party.
With a deep sigh, you pushed your hands away from your face and stared up at the ceiling, feeling the familiar anxiety creep in. For now, you decided to put the investigation aside. You needed rest, clarity, and maybe a fresh perspective in the morning.
Rolling over, you turned off the light and pulled the blankets up, allowing yourself to drift into a restless sleep, determined to tackle the mystery again once the sun rose.
The killer could wait for now, but you wouldn't let the fear consume you. You'd find the truth, one way or another.
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You woke up refreshed, sunlight streaming through your window and filling the room with a warm glow.
After a quick lunch, you dove straight into the investigation, fueled by newfound energy.
The chaos of the past few days had left you scattered, but now, with a clear mind, you spread your notes and evidence across your desk.
You pored over everything: the calls from Ghostface, the conversations you'd had with Randy and Tatum, the odd behaviors of Billy and Stu.
As you examined the evidence, a chill ran down your spine. The more you thought about it, the clearer the picture became.
It was Billy and Stu.
Yesterday at blockbusters You could almost see Billy's face in that moment with randy,
There was something unsettling about the way he'd said it, as if he was testing the waters, gauging your reaction.
The memory of Billy's calm voice echoed in your mind. "If I were a killer, I'd make sure I didn't leave a trace behind."
And then there was Stu, casually joking, "I mean, if you had to kill someone, wouldn't you at least have fun with it?"
Their words suddenly took on a darker meaning, and you could see the threads connecting them to some of Ghostface's taunts.
And then when you and Tatum were at the police station. After Tatum went to to go to the bathroom Billy had walked up to the bars and said to you, "You're not seriously thinking it's me, are you?" His tone was light, but there was a glint in his eye that didn't sit right.
You shook your head, trying to dismiss the thought. But it lingered.
"Could it be Y/n?" Randy had joked, and you remembered how both Billy and Stu had laughed, their eyes narrowing with a glimmer of something almost predatory....
As the memories came flooding back, the evidence started to line up. The way they laughed off the murders, the teasing, the insistence that everyone was a suspect—it all pointed to them.
The two of them had always had a certain dynamic—a mix of loyalty and rivalry—but now it made sense in a twisted way.
Their motivations became clear, the jealousy and ambition bubbling just beneath the surface. Billy's obsession with horror tropes and Stu's chaotic energy created the perfect storm for a killer duo.
You took a deep breath, feeling a mix of dread and resolve. This was the break you needed, and now it was time to confront them.
You couldn't just sit back and let them continue their twisted game. It was time to expose the truth, no matter how dangerous it might be.
With your heart pounding, you grabbed your notes and made a mental plan. You had to warn Tatum, Randy and report this to the police. The party was starting soon, and you needed to do something before it was too late.
Would you
A: Go to the police first and inform the policeB: Just head straight to the fiesta to worn Tatum and Randy
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Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader
FanfictionIn the wake of a shocking murder that leaves the small town reeling, a male student, Y/n, finds himself tangled in a web of suspicion and terror. As a friend of the victim, he's determined to uncover the truth behind the slasher who's turned their...