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Thalia had always been the light in Billy and Stu's dark world-a calm balance to their chaos. Growing up together, they'd been nearly inseparable, each knowing the other's secrets, hopes, and fears. But recently, things had shifted. Billy and Stu, once just the mischievous boys she laughed with, had become... different. Intense.
It started subtly. Billy would linger a little too long after study sessions, his dark eyes tracing her face like he was memorizing every detail. Stu became unusually protective, steering her away from certain people and acting coldly when others got too close. Thalia, loyal and trusting, chalked it up to their shared history-boys who were just fiercely protective of her.
Until the notes started.
A single sheet of notebook paper tucked into her locker, with the words: "Some friends keep secrets. Others bury them." She felt a chill but brushed it off-probably a joke. But as the days wore on, the messages grew bolder, more desperate. "I've watched you for years, and I'd do anything to keep you safe." The handwriting, strangely familiar, felt like a twisted love letter.
At a party, she confronted Billy about it. He only smirked, eyes alight with something dark. "Why would anyone want to scare you, Thalia?" he whispered, his voice a dangerous purr. She felt Stu close behind her, his grin wide, but his eyes serious. "You know we'd protect you, Thal. From anyone." The way he said it sounded like a promise, one she wasn't sure she wanted kept.
And that night, as Thalia lay in bed, a message appeared on her phone: "It's us, Thalia. Always us."
I lay in the grassy field, feeling the liquid soak into my skin, staining it a crimson red. The moonlight poured over me like a waterfall and the trees whistled in the wind. I felt my lips curl up into a small grin, letting my eyes roll into the back of my head as the dirt intertwined itself in between my fingers, and the cold crisp air caressed my flesh.
"You're a lot crazier than I thought." His hushed voice rang in my ears as my head shot to him, noticing a glimmer of shock and admiration cross over his eyes.
"You don't even know the half of it." I smirked, lifting the knife up into view next to my face and letting the blood drip to the grass, soaking it entirely.
| A SCREAM/STU MACHER FANFIC |
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