[Chapter 1: Psychopathic Reveal]

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"Oh, (Y/n). (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)..." "Haven't you ever seen a horror movie before...?"
"I...I have, yes. Why...?"
"Then surely you must've watched Scream~"
"No...You're not telling me..." "You two were the ones stalking me all along...!?"

"What's wrong...? You look like you've seen a ghost~" Billy chuckled from behind; stopping you from escaping whilst Stu also revealed himself.

"Why are you doing this...?" You cried in horror, fear flooding your face as you struggled to break free of Billy's grasp. "I...I thought we were friends...!"

"Oh, we were...and we still are..." Billy spoke with a sickly-sweet attitude; shooting you an incredibly unhinged smile while Stu approached you from the bottom of the stairs.

"Just think of it as all part of the game." Stu added casually, his smug smile causing you to feel even more hurt by their behaviour.

"It's called GUESS HOW I'M GOING TO SURVIVE!" Billy hissed venomously - his vicious and malicious response making your eyes widen for a split moment. But then—

"Fuck you." Finally breaking free, you spun around and bravely swore at him - glaring at them both as Billy and Stu both shared a smirk. "That sounds like a terrible game...!"

"We already played that game. You lost, remember, (Y/n)...?" Billy brought up in a breezy fashion, causing you to grow not only resentful but defensive too.

"Excuse me...?" You shot back, feeling offended by their sudden statement. "I didn't even play, so how did I even lose—"

"You have to play, (Y/n). Wouldn't want to disappoint your Mom. We've kept her alive long enough." Stu uncaringly responded; now clutching a bloodstained pocketknife and forcing you to back down.

"You...You kept in touch with my mother...?" You whispered with a stunned expression, the stalker-ish piece of news creeping you out after you'd discovered said information. "So you knew the...you knew the whole time who I was dating...? And...And what I was going through...?"

"Why do you think we tried so hard just to get your number...? Why do you think we tried so hard just to get into this school...? Just to find you...?" Billy replied with an insanely strange smile, his actions striking you as unbelievably unbalanced and unstable by this point.

"Besides, it's a very easy game. We ask you a question. If you get it wrong, you die." He remarked deviously, tilting his head to the side a tad and causing you to take a step or two backwards.

"And if you get it right, you survive." Siding with Billy, Stu grinned spitefully, the two males becoming more and more hurtful to you by the second.

"You're CRAZY...both of you...!" You snapped in distress, shaking your head and internally panicking.

"The official term is "psychotic"." Stu innocently corrected, the same demented smile spread across his facial features while he twirled his knife between his fingers.

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"Why would you even try something like this...!?" You angrily questioned; realising that pretty soon, Michael and - or - Pennywise would come looking for you. "My roommates would never leave me hanging. Never in a million years."

"Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy it was to frame him." Billy snickered in amusement, leaning against the staircase's railway and finding your response to be wildly funny.

"Yeah, we just watched a few movies. Took a few notes. It was fun." Stu shrugged with another one of their bad-boyish smiles, playing their mannerisms off as tears pricked at your eyes.

"But just...just why...?" Wiping your eyes, you suddenly stopped crying; wanting to get a motive from them both before they lost it completely. "Why keep switching numbers...? Why carry on scaring me...? What was the point...?"

"Why...? WHY...? Did you hear that, Stu...? I think she wants a motive. Hmmm...funny, I don't really believe in motives, (Y/n). I mean, did any of the slashers from your favourite horror movies have a motive...?" Billy mentioned mischievously, now acting massively laidback and calm.

"They didn't for me." Stu played along with another smirk, shaking his head and enjoying the entertainment.

"And did they really ever explain why they made a certain psychiatrist eat people?" Billy thought aloud with an angelic tone, faking a puzzled gaze and pretending to be confused.

"Didn't think so. You see, it's scarier when there IS no motive, (Y/n)." Stu dryly announced, his smirk deepening once he'd continued speaking.

"I don't understand..." Hiding your face in your hands, you bursted out into even more sobs; breaking down into tired-out tears and unquestionable unhappiness. "What was the motive...? Why would you do all of this...?"

"What was the motive...? What was the motive...!?" Billy declared in aggravation, losing his mind while him and Stu both shared a look of frustration.

"Yeah, I just don't understand...why do all of this over...over me...?" You asked in a tiny voice, still taken aback by everything they'd done.

"You just don't GET it, DO you, (Y/n)...?" Stu carried on with a sigh, shaking his head before wrapping his arms around your waist. "We're doing you a FAVOUR here. That motive enough for you...? Or how about THIS...Do you remember that we used to be childhood friends back in the day...?"

"Wha-huh...?" You stammered faintly, drying your eyes and trying to regain your composure. "What are you even talking about...?"

"Uh-huh." Stu dipped his head as a nod and agreed, his earlier words sounding creepily unusual. "It's true. We all used to play together. Just the three of us. Me, you, and him."

"Jeez, I don't know if I should feel flattered or freaked out..." You sarcastically spoke, rolling your eyes and trying your best not to grow scared again. "So you're saying this is all because I stopped playing with you two as kids...?"

"Think about it. On the off-chance we get caught, a motive like that could divide a Jury for years, don't you think~?" Billy decided dramatically; his twisted laugh ricocheting throughout the empty hallway and therefore creeping you out even further. "You left us behind, so we came back. Major sympathy factor."

"That's right, (Y/n)~" Stu sided with Billy smugly, flashing you an evil grin while continuing to hug your waist with one hand and stroking the other side of your face with his right. "And if you don't play by the rules, you're gonna die."

"Pretend this is all just a scary movie, (Y/n). How do you think it's going to end?" Billy questioned dryly, his arrogant attitude shining through his voice as you gritted your teeth.

In fact, you were so irritated that you didn't even respond, falling silent whilst you contemplated what to do. You couldn't call out for help, because almost all of the students - if not everyone - had left the premises. You couldn't use your phone to call anyone - one because your partners had broken said cellphone, and two because you wouldn't even have enough time to call for help. Billy and Stu really had thought of everything. But what was really strange wasn't their overall motive. It was their reason for coming after you. They were struck by psychopathic and obsessive hurt. They were blinded by the very same excitement that had brought them both to your university in the first place. Truthfully, you didn't know whether or not you should even spin that into a compliment.

"This is the best part, (Y/n). Because Billy really has got it all figured out." Stu devilishly chuckled, the two males's excitement causing you to grow hugely uneasy. "Why do you think we kept you alive so long...? Why did we save you for last in the first place...?"

"I...I don't know." You replied fiercely, moving Stu's hand away from your face and stopping him from caressing your skin altogether. "Do inform me."

"You know what day it is today, (Y/n)...? It's a Monday. Late afternoon. We met you exactly thirteen years ago today." Billy pointed out with another smirk, bringing out a knife of his own before beginning to look at Stu. "Ready...?"

"Yeah..." Stu agreed to something smoothly, moving closer to Billy and letting Billy do something to him. And what was that something exactly...? Oh, nothing much, only pull his knife back and slam it forcefully into his side, slicing into Stu for no reason whatsoever.

Releasing a scream of dread, your shocked eyes widened; staring at the scarlet blood with revulsion as the genuine liquid gushed out. "Jesus..." Stu murmured proudly, inspecting the wound before smiling back at Billy. "Good one. My turn."

"No...No! NO! Don't...! DON'T!" You shrieked in fright, trying to yank the knife away from them and put an end to their psychotic madness. But before you could stop Stu from stabbing Billy, he slashed at his best friend; suddenly puncturing him.

"Don't forget...Stay to the side and don't go too deep." Billy slyly reminded Stu, his friend nodding while he stabbed at him again and forced him to double over. "Jesus...fuck, that hurt."

"STOP IT...!" You wept in distress, clutching at either side of your head and backing away from them with a horrified expression. "YOU'RE...YOU'RE KILLING EACH OTHER...! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND...!? YOU'LL...YOU'LL DIE...!"

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