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CHAPTER ONE: senseless blood bath
Woodsboro 1996
the recent murder of Casey Becker and Steve Orth, had been discovered by y/n on his tv that had been blaring all night until first thing this morning. It totally had him on his toes, concerned And anxious who might be next, If anyone was next. maybe it was just coincidental, although, who would’ve guessed. two more murders basically a year later from Sidney’s mother, Maureen Prescott. He felt like the homicides had to align, something felt off about this, maybe it was just because he knew Steve and Casey. so it felt more wrong, did that make him cold hearted for not feeling as put off about Maureen? He didn’t really think she deserved it just cause she was a so called whore. cotton weary was just a creep, And maureen was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Y/Ns head hurt from all the overthinking. What would the killers reason even be for their deaths? They hadn’t done anything wrong. He couldn’t believe just yesterday he was talking to Steve about his upcoming football game, and now he wouldn’t ever attend that. Just then y/ns mother called out from downstairs interrupting his ruminating.
”Y/n you’re gonna miss breakfast time!”
He snapped out of thought. standing in the middle of his room absorbed in his pondering, not even close to being dressed. He tended to freeze in actions while deep in thought, he was a terrible multitasker while he had something on his mind.
“Y/N HURRY THE HELL UP YOU ARE GOING TO BE LATE”
She then screamed up the stairs at his room impatiently when he didn’t answer. all her patience was spent years ago, when y/n was younger, him and his two older brothers were always up to mischievous activities.
”Yeah! Im going! Jeez!”
he hollered back, pulling a pair of pants on, finding a random shirt that looked clean enough, he probably wore it the day before, it smelled pretty fresh so it didn’t matter. He then slapped on some cheap body spray and ran out of his room jumping down the stairs loudly. into the kitchen where his brothers were downing bowls of cereal. their mother rarely made breakfast so they had to fend for themselves in the morning. Y/n grabbed a bowl from a cupboard and grabbed whatever cereal his brothers were eating off the table, they were already conversing about Casey and Steve.
”I still can’t believe they got murdered at the same time, Talk about two birds with one stone.”
His eldest brother Matthew commented with a mouth full of cereal.
”yeah it’s real sick, I heard both of them had their guts everywhere!”
“I wonder how it even happened, you think the killer snuck up on them when they were doing it? Like Friday the 13th style?”
they didn’t even have remorse in their voices. it almost sounded like a joke to y/n, he couldn’t believe the disrespect. he bet if it was someone they knew they wouldn’t be making such jokes.
“you guys are real gross you know that?”
y/n declared while slurping down his cereal.
“yeah whatever y/n quit being a pussy”
His middle brother Micheal insulted with a jab of humor in his voice. continuing to talk about the rumors to his other brother brushing off y/n calling him out. Y/n began thinking about it again. deep in thought about how Steve and Casey were gone for good. he wasn’t necessarily close to Steve but they had definitely hung out here and there, and the thought of him never coming back, being gone forever, and knowing neither Steve or Casey would be able to pursue their futures, really messed with his head. They were both pretty decent people.
“So y/n who do you think did it?”
“huh?”
he had lost track of the conversation, due to his constant spacing out. snapping back into reality to listen to his brother’s disrespectful conversation once more.
”who do you think killed Casey and Steve? God you really suck at following conversations, yknow that?”
”shut up Micheal. I don’t know, I guess I haven’t really thought about it yet”
”Matthew thinks it’s that Billy loomis kid. you go to class with him, right? Careful, you might get filleted!”
he joked in a corny spooky voice. y/n disagreed with Matthew’s idea. he thought Billy was cool, although he hardly ever talked to him, he was a little too much of the dark and silent type compared to y/n. so they probably couldn’t really relate. the conversations would most likely would be pretty dry, especially since y/n was more energetic rather then a laidback guy like Billy. the only interactions they had were small like when y/n would tease Randy for being a total horror movie nerd, (as if y/n wasn’t also one) and billy would smirk slightly giving y/n a sense of pride from the validation. or just a simple “excuse me”when one or the other was in the way, maybe even acknowledging when one or the other walked into the room with a wave or a nod. Nothing excessive.
”nah I don’t think it was him, he’s just quiet, not malicious. besides why would he kill Steve and Casey? He wouldn't even have a motive, none of them even knew each other, no ties whatsoever.”
y/n instantly protected Billy, he was a chill guy and y/n respected him for that.
”maybe he’s just doing it for fun, just to get out violent tendencies.”
Matthew commented. He always made assumptions, rude assumptions.
”Yeahh, like a senseless bloodbath.”
Micheal encouraged, with a fake shivering voice, as he put his bowl in the sink.
”whatever guys, I don’t think he’s like that.”
y/n shrugged, finishing his cereal with a loud slurp.
“I dunno bro. you should be careful around that guy y/n, he gives me bad vibes, I swear he’s got killer printed all over him.”
Matthew called back while heading out the door.
”meh, you guys wouldn’t know, Im the one who goes to school with him anways.”
he answered flatly, before sticking his bowl into the sink and running water in it to wash out the milk. Then heading out the door yelling a goodbye to his mom before he ran to climb on his bike and haul ass to school. Maybe he’d be lucky to just make it in time, he usually would leave much earlier. but he was just too infatuated with the tv this morning, the news about the murders wouldn’t allow him to take his eyes off the screen in discomforted horror. He began down the street on his bike picking up speed by the second. enjoying the soothing scent of the slight chill in the air hinting fall was near, it almost took his mind off the Slaughter of his friends.