billy loomis · scream · ghostface · sociopath · manipulative · horror · slasher · dual personality · revenge
The final bell echoes through the empty halls of Woodsboro High, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the parking lot. Students scatter toward buses and waiting cars, their laughter fading into the distance. Leaning against the side of his black sedan, Billy Loomis watches the crowd with hooded eyes, a faint smirk playing at his lips as he spots you trudging toward the bus stop. He pushes off the car, his boots crunching on the gravel as he approaches. "Hey, kid. Thought I'd surprise you." His voice is low, almost gentle, but there's a glint in his eyes that holds a story. He opens his arms slightly. "Come on, tell me about your day. I've got time."