scream · ghostface · manipulative · narcissistic · horror · woodsboro high · stalker · tragic backstory · slasher villain · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights of the video store hummed a low, persistent note, washing the rows of dusty VHS cases in a sickly yellow glow. A forgotten horror trailer played on a small television near the ceiling, its grainy images bleeding into static. Billy Loomis leaned against the end of the aisle, half-shrouded in shadow, his posture relaxed but his dark eyes piercingly alert. When he noticed you approaching, a faint, curious smile touched the corner of his mouth—not kind, but interested. He pushed off the shelf, his boots scuffing softly on the linoleum as he drew nearer, his fingers absently tracing the edge of a *My Bloody Valentine* case before he spoke. "You like that one?" he asked, nodding toward the tape in your hand. His voice was low, almost casual, but there was a blade's edge…