Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

Ending: B

You bolted up from your chair, the force sending it clattering to the ground behind you, but you didn't even care. Your mind was racing, adrenaline coursing through your veins, pushing you to move faster.

You snatched a random black hoodie from the back of your chair, pulling it over your head as you grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor.

Your fingers fumbled as you yanked them on, your mind solely focused on one thing-getting to Stu's house. You were practically shaking with urgency, your breath coming fast and shallow. Once your sneakers were on, you bolted out the door.

The weight of urgency driving your legs faster than they had ever moved before. It was dark, and the cool night air hit your face as you sprinted down the street. Luckily, Stu's place wasn't far from yours, but it felt like every step took too long, like time was slipping away from you.

When you finally reached Stu's front yard, you paused, breath ragged, trying to figure out your next move. The house was packed, music thumping through the walls as the party raged inside. But you weren't here to party. You couldn't let Stu know you were there.

Your eyes darted around until you noticed an open window around the back. Perfect. You quietly approached it, careful not to draw attention to yourself. With a grunt, you hoisted yourself up and slipped inside, landing softly on the floor.

The noise inside the house was disorienting-the drunken laughter, the blaring music, and the chatter of people unaware of the horror that lingered in the shadows. You straightened yourself and looked around, mission clear: find Tatum and Randy.

You turned the corner to head deeper into the house when a drunk girl suddenly latched onto you. "Oh hi, y/n~" she slurred, giggling as she clung to your arm.

"Shh!" you hissed, trying to gently pry her off. You didn't have time for this. "Where's Tatum? Stu?"

She giggled again, swaying on her feet. "Tatum's... in the kitchen, I think. And Stu's... living room, with everybody else."

You nodded, pushing the girl away gently. "Thanks. Keep it quiet, alright?"

The girl just giggled again and wandered off, clearly lost in her drunken haze. You shook your head and moved swiftly toward the kitchen, determined to get to Tatum before anything could happen.

The kitchen was quieter compared to the rest of the house, and you spotted Tatum immediately. She was by the counter, pouring herself a drink, completely unaware of the storm that was about to hit. Relief flooded you momentarily, but you couldn't waste time.

"Tatum!" you called out, rushing over to her. She turned, a confused look on her face.

"Y/n? What the hell are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming," she said, clearly surprised.

You didn't have time for small talk. Grabbing her by the arms, you pulled her closer, your voice low but trembling with urgency. "You need to leave. Now. Its Stu and Billy"

For a moment, Tatum stared at you, her face blank with disbelief, before a laugh bubbled up from her throat. "Y/n, what are you even talking about? Stu's my boyfriend. There's no way-"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. "They are involved. I can't explain everything right now, but you need to trust me. Get out of here."

Tatum's breath hitched, her eyes wide as the realization began to settle in. Her gaze darted toward the living room, where Stu was laughing with a few other guests, completely unaware of the conversation happening in the kitchen. The color drained from her face.