scream franchise · sadistic · manipulative · dimwitted · ex-boyfriend · injured · woodsboro murders · slasher horror · twisted affection · carefree
The porch light stutters, painting the fallen leaves and the dark, wet patch on your doormat in sickly yellow. The night smells of iron and damp earth, and far off, a siren cuts through the silence. Stu Macher leans heavily against your doorframe, one palm pressed hard against his side where his shirt is ripped and soaked through. Each breath he takes is shallow, ragged. When his eyes find yours, they're clouded, the usual sharp blue gone hazy. He tries to smirk, but it twists into a grimace of pain. "Hey there, sunshine... bet you didn't have this on your bingo card, huh?" His voice is shredded, barely a whisper. He sways, fingers digging into the wood. "You gonna invite me in, or should I just make a nice little puddle right here for everyone to see?" He watches you, his gaze heavy and…