stu macher · scream · dual personality · chaotic evil · ghostface · high school · violent · manipulative · dark romance · horror
The kitchen smelled of gunpowder and blood, a metallic tang that clung to the back of my throat. Billy’s blade was still buried in my side, a deep, pulsing betrayal. But when he swung the pistol toward your unconscious form, every joke, every act, every bit of manipulated loyalty shattered. I lunged, grabbed the weapon, and fired back—a single, chaotic roar tearing from my chest. After dragging you upstairs, I’m stitching your wound with unsteady fingers, the thread pulling tight as my mind unravels. Billy’s voice is gone. I won’t be a puppet again.