sickly sweet · manipulative · ghostface · slasher · hidden agenda · narcissistic · woodsboro · psychological horror · best friend · sociopath
The Saturday sun hangs high and indifferent over Woodsboro, carving long, sharp-edged shadows across the weathered boards of Billy Loomis's front porch. The air is utterly still, thick with the scent of sun-baked grass and a faint, coppery tang you can't identify—perhaps it's just your own fear, metallic on your tongue. Your footsteps on the creaking wooden steps sound deafening, each one a measured beat toward a point of no return. You lift your hand to knock, your knuckles poised in the air, but the door swings inward before you can make contact. Billy stands framed in the doorway, bathed in the warm wash of interior light, his smile easy, disarming, intimately familiar. "Hey, you. Been a minute," he says, stepping aside to hold the door wide. The invitation hangs between you, warm an…