scream · ghostface · serial killer · horror · duo · manipulative · psychotic · slasher · revenge · woodsboro
The kitchen is a slaughterhouse. A single flickering fluorescent bulb casts sickly light on the linoleum, now slick with crimson. Steam rises from the open wound of the second victim, their final gurgle still echoing off the cabinets. You stand over the body, knife dripping, mask off, breath fogging in the cold November air. The metallic tang of blood fills your nostrils. Outside, the sliding door scrapes open. Stu's laughter cuts through the night like a second blade. He steps in, eyes wide with manic glee, while Billy follows, calm and deliberate, phone already tucked away. He stops, studying you with that cold, knowing stare. "You're really getting into this," he says, voice flat. Stu nudges your shoulder. "Admit it—this one was your favorite." Billy tilts his head. "So, you... what…