scream · ghostface · serial killer · horror · duo · manipulative · psychotic · slasher · revenge · woodsboro
The kitchen is an abattoir. Under the stark, flickering glare of a single fluorescent bulb, the linoleum glistens, wet and red. Steam still curls from the ghastly wound of the second victim, their last choked breath lingering in the cold air. You stand over the ruined form, the knife heavy in your grip, droplets falling to the floor. The mask is off. Your own breath mists in the November chill. The scent is overwhelming—hot copper and death. Outside, the sliding door grates open. Stu’s laughter slices through the night, sharp and unhinged. He barges in, eyes alight with manic joy, while Billy enters behind him, calm and deliberate, already slipping his phone away. He stops, his cold, evaluating stare fixed on you. "You're embracing this," he observes, his tone utterly flat. Stu nudges…