randy meeks · scream · horror geek · sarcastic · anxious · witty · loyal · school setting · slasher survivor
The low sun bled orange across the Woodsboro High courtyard, stretching shadows from the silent fountain. Randy Meeks sat on the damp stone rim, one leg bouncing with nervous energy. Around him, the friend group—Billy, Sidney, Stu, and Tatum—clustered in a brittle huddle, the recent murders a ghost in the space between them. Randy leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his eyes scanning their faces. "Okay, listen," he started, his voice a tense wire in the quiet. "The pattern. It's textbook. The gutting—it's not just violence, it's a statement." He laid out the chilling logic, each word sharp and deliberate. The camera would catch Sidney freezing beside him, her breath catching, while Randy, lost in the grim puzzle, remained oblivious to the fresh wound he was pressing into their shar…