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Tag: @the-slasher-madame

Tw: typical slasher gore

It was a typical day in Woodsboro, mundane, boring, and any other synonym you could think of. The weather was perfect, the school maintained its perfect rating and your brother, your dear twin brother was fucking perfect! You sighed heavily as you got dressed in the morning. You slid on a pretty dress and a cardigan.

As you ran down stairs you greeted your father first, as was tradition in you’re average household.

“Morning papa.” You kissed his cheek.

Then you moved over to the stove to greet your mother.

“Morning mama.” Another kiss on the cheek.

And lastly you greeted your brother, who was annoyingly always on time.

“Billy.” You nodded your head towards him.

“Y/N” he nodded back.

“You look lovely today dear, is that the new dress I got you?”

You gave he another nod, not feeling very talkative this morning. But your father frowned.

“I believe your mother asked you a question.”

“Sorry papa, yes mama. Thank you.”

She smiled brightly at you.

“We’ve gotta get going, I’m picking up Sydney before school.”

“Still with the Prescott girl?”

“Yes father.” Billy glared at the back of your old man’s head.

You waved goodbye to your parents as you took your toast to go. You knew you father would complain when you got home but you didn’t much care. You let out a sigh of relief as your brother pulled out of the driveway.

“You aren’t wearing that hideous thing all day are you? Stu will never let you hear the end of it.”

“Of course not.” You scoffed.

You always carried a spare outfit in your backpack. You parents were so traditional they believed women should only wear skirts and dresses not pants. You hopped into the back of the truck and began to change on the floor.

“Really? Do you have to change right there Merc? Gross!” Billy chastised.

“Calm your panties bro, I have my binder on. Besides you act like you’ve never seen tits before.” You joked.

“Yeah, I don’t want to think about my siblings tits fuck you very much.”

You flipped him off from your spot on the floor. You managed to slip into some black ripped skinny jeans, and an old band T-shirt with a flannel you stole from Stu around your waist. You brother had gotten you some boxers he hid in his room when you came out to him as nonbinary.

Of course he always suspected you weren’t a girl. Call it twinitiation. And he had no qualms with it. He didn’t like viewing you as a girl anyways. But of course your parents would throw a fit. You threw of your wig and stuffed everything back into your backpack, before climbing up onto the back seat. Sydney always sat up front but you didn’t mind. There were worse people your brother could be dating.

Billy looked back at you through the rear view mirror and chuckled under his breath.

“How mom and dad haven’t found you out yet with that’s stupid wig, is a miracle.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault they’re stupid, besides, I’m a good liar. We all have a secrets.”

His eyes narrowed dangerously at the road before him at your last sentence. Billy knew all too well about secrets, and he was keeping a big one. Yet somehow he knew your father would be more excepting of his secret than yours. You treated Syd as she hopped into the truck. You didn’t hate her, but you didn’t really like her either. There weren’t many people you liked at the school besides Stu and your brother. And of course, your best friend!

As you walked to your usual spot you got a wolf whistle from Stu.

“Damn Merc, looking good! Is that my shirt?”

You were about to answer, but rolled your eyes when Tatum smacked him. They hadn’t been going out long, but she was oddly possessive of him and you hated it. You hardly got time to spend with him anymore.

“Yeah, and you’re not getting it back. Have to pry it from my cold… dead… body!” You joked.

“That could be arranged.” He said darkly.

This time Billy smacked him in the back of the head. Randy was the next to speak.

“Did you hair get even shorter?”

“Yeah, my father called me his ‘pretty girl’ last night when we presented report cards. Almost threw up in my mouth. Had to fix that.”

You spun to show off you work. It was haphazard and choppy but it fit you grunge “I don’t give a fuck aesthetic.”

“Looks nice.” Tate said, pretending to be nice.

She assumed you were trying to steal her boyfriend, but you knew she should be looking at your brother for that. They weren’t as desecrate as they thought they were when your father and step mother were out of town. Stu didn’t know the definition of being quiet. The hair on the back of your neck stood up when somebody ruffled your hair. You reached out to catch their hand in your grip.

“Jesus Merc, it’s just me.” I exclaimed.

Your tight grip hurting the delicate skin of my wrist.

“What the fuck Fang, what have I told you about sneaking up on people?”

I bowed my head. “That’s it’s not polite… which is precisely why I do it. Wanna go scare Misses Wexler in math?”

You rolled your eyes at me.

“What did you fucking feed them Stu?” Randy asked.

I was practically bouncing of the walls. It wasn’t unusual but today in particular I couldn’t sit still. And I wanted to get away from the group and hang, just the two of us.

“Randy, I’m their brother, not their keeper.” He turned his attention to me. “Did you steal my energy drink from the fridge?”

I bounced on my tippy toes nodding frantically.

“And I got into your old Halloween Candy stash.”

Both Syd and Tate made a noise of disgust.

“Forgot about that shit, why the fuck did you eat it? You’re gonna get a all sick and shit.”

“Gotta live life on the edge Broski! I live for danger! ONWARDS TO MATH!” I screamed, dragging you down the hall with me.

“You’re sibling is on crack.” I heard Billy mutter to Stu.

As I pulled you down the hall, I abruptly pulled us into the boys bathroom. One of the boys turned to look at us with his dick still in his hand. I slowly looked down at it, then back up at him. You covered your eyes at least trying to give him privacy and hissed at me under your breath.

“We’ll at least you’ve got a pretty face, cause your LITTLE buddy ain’t doing nothing for y’a.” I joked.

I was know not to have much of a filter. It wasn’t that I couldn’t be nice, I just told things how they were. And I swore this boy was about to cry. He quickly zipped up his pants and left without washing his hands.

“Gross.” You muttered. “So what’s with the bathroom emergency?”

I stared looking around the room mindlessly.

“Fang!”

You grabbed my attention.

“Right sorry. I’m got another one of those vibes.” I started to explain.

“Like when my mom left?”

I nodded my head.

“But not as sad. More of a scary vibe. Like when something really bad happens to a lot of people.”

“Jesus.” You sighed, raking a hand through your hair.

“Haircut?” I asked.

“Haircut.” You deadpanned. “Anything more specific?”

“Not how it works I’m afraid. If my dreams were more specific don’t you think I would have found a way to make money of this freaky shit by now?”

You sighed heavily.

“All I can tell you is it’s gonna happen to someone we know. And it’s gonna hurt, I felt it. Woke up with blood on my shirt and shit. When Stu asked I just told him I got a bloody nose from looking at-“

“Ok I get it. You know for someone who’s asexual you sure like to make people think you’re getting some all the time.”

“Gotta be in demand. Have that just put off reach vibe”. I winked.

You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks for letting me know.”

I saw the furrow in your brow and frowned. “Don’t worry, it’s not you.”

“But you said-“

“I know I said they aren’t specific, but trust me, if I thought my bestie was in trouble, I’d figure out a way to make it specific. I would have felt more of it was more personal. Must be a friend of a friend or some shit.”

“Come on let’s get to class so we can put thumbtacks on Wexler’s seat!”

I gave you a high-five. School went by quickly that day. You didn’t feel like changing back into your parent proof attire. So we lied to your parents, saying we had a school project and you’d just spend the night. Told them it would take all weekend Stu would drive us to school on Monday. He always played nice in front of the parents so they trusted him.

You were on the floor, playing with one of my many switchblades and listening to the music we had playing. I was hanging off the bed upside down, playing with my curls. Then I suddenly had an idea.

“We should dye my hair!”

“Ok, no more exprired Halloween candy for you buddy. Gonna have to cut you off.”

“Ugh you’re not fun, live a little my non gendered amigo! I think Tate left her bleach in the bathroom.”

“Wait, that’s not her natural colour?”

“No, have you seen her roots? She wants to give off that dumb blood vibe so my brother thinks she’s hot. I think she’s trying to hard. Now come on, please?”

“Fine, we’ll head to the store get some snacks and pick up a new horror movie from Randy, then we’ll dye your hair.”

“Yay! You’re the best!”

Oddly enough, we ran into our siblings at the video store that day.

"Billy, what are you doing here?" You asked.

Billy turned to look at you but stopped when his eyes landed on me.

"Why the fuck does Stu Jr. look like a fucking tomato?" He questioned back.

"Well hello to you Mr I have zero sense of fashion. Explain to me again why every girl in school seems to want to hop on your dick?"

My brother broke out into a full-on cackle. He reached out to ruffle my fresh, red hair and leaned his elbow on top of my head. I was not gifted with his height, nor his charm.

"You know mom's totally gonna kill you right?" He asked.

"I'd like to see her try. Her mistake for pushing me out of her vagina, I didn't ask for this shit."

Billy rolled his eyes at my vulgarity. My brother was capable of having a filter at home, but we all grew used to him spewing his every thought around us. But I had given up on seeming "presentable" ages ago. Life was too short to give a fuck about what other people thought.

"Yout think it looks good, right Merc?" I asked.

You nodded your head. "Well I spent two hours son that shit, so I better like it as much as you do."

"That would explain the stains on your hands then." Billy chimed in.

You looked down at your hands, seeing the faint sheen of red around your nail beds. You fidgeted with your hands a little, suddenly uncomfortable under your brother's scrutinising gaze. It always seemed like you were never good enough for him. Despite how much he obviously loved you, sometimes he had a hard time showing it.

"You know you never answered their question Billy boy!" I cut in.

His gaze was back on me now, full annoyance in his eyes. I smirked up at him, shrugging Stu's elbow off my head finally.

"Obviously we're getting a movie."

"No shit, what movie dipfuck?"

"That's not even a word."

"And you're not even remotely convincing me that you actually came here to get a movie. You hate hanging out around Randy when it's not necessary. What's your angle here?"

"Your brother wants to watch some dumb horror movie. Considering he's my best friend I'm trying to be nice."

"Have you checked out Urban Legend yet? It's a little cringe but the twist and fun and the kills are decent." You chimed in.

"I knew there was a reason we kept you around Merc. Thanks for the suggestion. Come on Billy, we have a horror movie to watch."

I raised a brow at my brother's suspicious tone. I wasn't great at reading most people, but my brother wasn't like most people. We watched as they walked off into the horror section of the video store. I turned my attention back to you and pointed over to where Randy was failing to flirt with some poor girl checking out a RomCom.

"Wanna scare her away?" I prompted.

"Naw, I think he's doing a pretty good job of that on his own. Let's just grab The Elephant Man and get out of here. I wanna relax in the comfort of my home away from home."

I smiled up at you. It made me happy you liked hanging out at my place so much. You followed after the boys to the horror sections dn I waited over by Randy.

"You know he has headlice right?" I mentioned to the girl at the counter. I heard her two friends giggle behind her, and she suddenly shied away from Randy. He sent me a not-so-subtle glare.

"They're lying... They're lying you know!" He yelled after her as she exited the store. "Why?" He asked, sounding sad and pathetic.

"Because I enjoy your pain, Randy. It makes my face do that happy thing."

"Your family is insufferable."

"Tell me about it." I jumped up on the counter and sat down, dangling my legs.

"What are those idiots up to?" He questioned, looking over your way.

He caught your eye and you gave him an enthusiastic wave. It always amazed me how much energy you could have after school.

"Idiot One and Two, I have no idea. They say they're gonna watch some shit, but I've never seen my brother that excited about a movie. And Billy seems extra irritated today, I swear he synced periods with Syd."

Randy laughed at my joke.

"But Merc and I are gonna watch an old classic. Decompress after that stupid quiz today."

"Sounds fun, I'm stuck here until close and you just scared off my only entertainment."

"Please she was just gonna swoon you so you'd take her out and buy her dinner, then she'd run back to her little lackies and spend the whole night talking about how you tried too hard. Stick to girls in your range Romeo, the right one will like you for all of your... Randy-ness."

"Thanks? I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not."

I pat him on the back, offering no condolence. You handed the movie off to him and gave me a weird look. As we parted ways with Randy, we sent one last look over to our brothers who were spending a suspicious amount of time just standing there pretending to look for the movie you recommend.

"Something is definitely up with them right?" You asked a thin layer of worry in your voice.

"Yeah, the two of them totally need to get laid." I joked.

You hit me on the shoulder.

"Right sorry, I don't know what's up. Your brother is just PMSing. He gets like that sometimes. Syd probably ghosted him again and he's just being a little baby. A little bro time will do them some good. Keeps them out of our hair doesn't it?"

You gave an unsatisfied nod.

"Fine, we'll follow them, but we are still watching this movie, I didn't hold an entire conversation with Randy all by myself for you to not watch this shit."

You pulled me into a hug.

"Thank you, you're the best."

"Yeah, yeah. And when we find out Thing One and Thing Two are just sucking each other's dicks behind the bleachers, not only will we both need therapy, but you're gonna owe me."

"What is wrong with you?" You rolled your eyes in disgust at the thought.

"Everything... every fucking thing," I smirked.

I had to admit, my interest was piqued when we followed them to Casey Becker's house.

"Maybe they're all gonna get freaky?" I joked.

"Do you ever think of anything other than sex?" You chastised.

I thought for a moment, and I couldn't really come up with a retort. You pulled me forward, into a bush. We crouched down and watched as our brothers took out a black duffle bag.

"Now you remember what we discussed?" Billy's voice came through the air in a whispered hush tone.

"Yes, Billy. I'm not stupid. This was my idea remember. She's perfect for this."

We remained quiet, not wanting to risk giving away our position. This suddenly seemed way more serious than just spying on our siblings. Something about the way your brother spoke sent shivers down my spine. My own brother seemed way too giddy about whatever they were about to do. They pulled on these costumes, and I thought for a moment they were just pulling some weird prank. It wasn't that out of the ordinary for Stu. But Billy didn't seem the type for high school screamfests.

"Those costumes are kidna sick." You whispered.

I gave you a nod but shushed you as they began talking again. But their voices came out distorted. They pulled out a telephone and seemingly dialled Casey's number.

"We should go, I feel like my brother will tell us about it later. Besides, I really want to watch that movie." I sighed.

I knew Billy would be pissed if he ever discovered we were spying on him. So the less we knew about this silly teenage prank, the better. You rolled your eyes yet agreed that we should leave, the brush was beginning to be a little itchy. Casey's parents must have just sprayed the garden with pesticides.

"What's your favourite scary movie?" we heard as we snuck our way around the back of the house.

I quickly pulled you behind a tree as I heard footsteps approach. One of them was clearly still staking out the front for this prank, but I figured my brother must have gotten bored and wandered off. But the next sound we heard wasn't nearly comical. Everything happened so fast, but it was clear as day that Casey's scream rang through the air.

The faint sound of squelching flesh could be heard from our hiding spot, and I held my hand over your mouth. I could tell you wanted to leave, but I didn't dare let you move. It was different witnessing this stuff first-hand, versus in our scary movies. I slowly dropped my hand and put a finger up to my mouth, but we both knew you wouldn't speak. I pointed toward the back of the house. The clearing was wide open, there was no way we could make a run for it without being seen.

But these were the siblings we were talking about. A little deranged and standoffish. But Everybody loved your brother. And everybody loved to hate mine. You shook your head, begging me not to do what you knew I would. My decisions were never very thought out, but my mind was set on my plan. I would distract them so you could escape.

"Go home, I'll meet you there." I mouthed.

You tried to grab for my hand but I pulled away.

"Go!" I whisper and yelled.

I calmly walked out from behind the tree, pretending like I'd just stumbled upon the scene. Billy wouldn't be stupid enough I believe that, but I was hoping to run into Stu first. My stomach twisted as I saw Casey's boyfriend, gutted on full display on her back porch. I'd give them this, they didn't half-ass this shit. I saw from my spot as you made a break for the road. Whatever happened, at least you'd be safe.

I pushed forward, crouching down beside the body as I watched the lights turn on inside. Poor Casey looked terrified from what I could see. Her body was rigid and from her silhouetted form, I could see how hard she was breathing. I silently prayed she'd make it out of this, but it didn't seem likely.

She didn't know who they were, and I'm sure Billy was banking on this fact. But he was far too paranoid to leave it to chance. Upon further inspection, I could tell this was my brother's work. Dumbass left the knife sticking out of this Jock's forehead. Of course, he'd find some way to make a joke out of this, I don't even know why I was surprised. I pulled the knife from his body and cringed when the blood sprayed on my face. Whether I liked it or not, I was in this now. My fingerprints were on the weapon and I had literal blood on my hands.

I turned in time to see Casey make a run for it out the back door. I could have spoken, grabbed her attention, done literally anything. But I just stood there. I watched as one of them descended upon her in their Ghostface costume and plunged the hunting blade into her sternum. Her scream came out gurgled and I closed my eyes for a second.

When both of them were in sight, I knew it would be safe to try and sneak around through the house. I slipped through the door and made my way to the front. I didn't dare look back. I ran all the way back to the house where I was certain you would be waiting. The knife tucked into the tail of my pants. I didn't want to be unearned if they had spotted me, but boy was I glad they handed. We chose my place because my parents were gone for the week. I'm sure that is why Billy and Stu chose tonight to be their magnum opus.

I hadn't meant to sneak up behind you, but I'd just forgotten to make any sound. I flinched when you squealed, clutching the kitchen knife close to your chest as you turned to me. Your face paled when you saw the blood.

"It's not mine." I quickly clarified. Though of course, that didn't make this situation any better.

"I don't think they saw me. But they aren't going to get away with this."

"If we go to the cops..." Yous started.

"Oh no, we're not gonna do that. How stupid do you think we'll sound if we say our siblings just killed two innocent high school kids. They'll just think it's some dumb prank, or brush it off as a sibling feud. Nobody in their right mind would believe Billy Loomis, town heartthrob and Stu Macher the class clown could be killers. Besides, they'll use the adapter as an alibi. Plus, you, Randy and I saw them pick out tonight's movie. Randy will back them up unintentionally."

"So what do you suggest we do?" You asked.

"We play this to our advantage. They owe us, big time." I smirked.

You raised a bro, questioning my motives.

"My dumbass brother almost got caught leaving this knife behind. So, why don't we use it to send our own message?"

I grabbed some paper from my father's desk and began to write my note. You read it from over my shoulder.

"Remember The Titans, yet one has fallen. A ghost from the past, and one who's calling. A high school romance, that's cutting edge. Tell me, what's blonde, then red and now suddenly dead?"

"I don't understand."

"My brother knows I'll have his back as long as he has my front. This means we will have them wrapped around our fingers until they inevitably get caught on their own. We can get them to do whatever we want."

"You're devious, and disturb, you know that right?"

"And your brother jsut convinced my brother to kill two people, we can't all be perfect now can we?"

I folded up my note and headed up to my brother's room. We went inside and I pinned the note to the inside of his closet door with the knife.

"They'll have to change and clean themselves up when they get here. And we will be watching our movie when they do."

"I hate the way you think sometimes."

"But you love me." I teased.

You rolled your eyes as we made our way back to my room. Despite the trauma of witnessing a real-life murder, we were going to let that ruin our weekend. We sat and watched The Elephant Man until our siblings returned home. Billy and Stu were way over their heads, and if they wanted to avoid getting caught they would need our help. Who better than the self-proclaimed horror experts to help stage the perfect crime? An alibi for an alibi makes the whole town blind.

An: yes I know Billy’s mom left in the original, we’re just gonna say he has a stepmom. Deal with it 😂