You helped Stu set up some small things for the party, flirting over his Hugh Hefner costume and relying on Tatum and Sid to bring food. Slowly, people began to show up. It wasn't until the house was already mostly full that the two girls finally arrived with party snacks.

The night was going fairly well, guys were downing beers, Randy was blabbering about some horror movie and Jamie Lee Curtis, and Stu was having fun.

At some point, you realized something and pulled Stu to the side where no one could hear you. "Who are you planning to kill tonight?" You whispered.

Stu looked shocked, "What?" He shook his head, "Kill? Y/n this is a party!"

You blankly stared at him. He blushed when he lied to you, always had. "Stu, I broke into your house and Billy's. Who?"

"Tatum, Sidney, possibly Randy."

"You give up information so quick," You chuckled pecking him on the lips, "God, I hope the police don't interrogate you." You went to exit the closet before Stu pulled you back, pinning you against the wall.

"Harsh, princess." He made out with you heatedly, his hands running down your hips before you stopped him.

"As much as I would love to, we have work to do." You gently pushed him away and exited the closet.

"Cruel, evil woman." You heard him joke to himself.

It wasn't much longer before Tatum disappeared after being asked to grab a beer. When you went to find them, you saw Billy in the garage while Tatum hung limply from the cat door in the almost-opened garage door.

"You just gonna leave her there?" Billy jumped at the sound of your voice, turning around with his knife in hand. For a moment, you saw genuine panic on his face.

"Fuck- Y/n, she was-" Billy stuttered.

"Billy you fucking killed her, I know. Are you going to leave her there?" You walked up to him and just stood there, looking between the body and your friend.

"I guess? I don't have anywhere else to put her."

"Should've planned something. What if somebody sees her?" You said, "I think Stu has an empty trashcan around here somewhere, we can keep her there until I think of something better."

The two of you bagged her body and closed the garage door, "Aren't you upset with me?" Billy finally asked as the two of you hauled the trash bag into the bin.

"For what?"

"For killing your friend?" He said as if it was obvious (it was).

"I'll miss her, I guess, but I'm not upset. I didn't really care about her that much." Her body landed in the bin with a heavy thud. "What are you gonna do when Sid looks for her?"

"Aw, she'll be busy. Don't worry." Billy waved his hand, "Now, I gotta go make an entrance." He walked out of the garage and around the house, coming in and greeting you, Stu, and Sidney.

"Billy!" Sidney remarked, "Y'know Tatum'll draw blood if she sees you here..."

The three of them exchanged greetings and Sidney went upstairs with Billy. You walked back to Stu, pecking him on the lips. "Tatum left, not sure where she went."

Stu nodded, "Does Billy?"

"Mhm." You replied, "So, are we killing Sid before or after Billy fucks her?"

Stu chuckled, "Jealous, princess? And here I thought you were sweet on me."

You turned and playfully punched him, "I'm not jealous! I am sweet on you, dummy! I'm just trying to fix the problem before it starts."

He hummed teasingly, and you simply rolled your eyes at him. You grabbed a beer and sat on the couch with the others.

"When does Jamie Lee Curtis show her tits?" One guy chimed.

"Oh, not in this movie," Randy laughed, "Not until Trading Places in '83. She never showed her tits until she went legits."

"Or 'cause she couldn't afford a decent pair." a girl laughed.

"What?" Randy seemed personally offended, "No, Jamie Lee Curtis was always the virgin in horror movies, that's how she always outsmarted the killers. Don't you know the rules?"

"What rules?" some guy said. Uh-oh, you thought as Randy looked like he was going to explode.

"Jesus Christ, you don't know the RULES?"

"Have an aneurysm, why dontcha?" Stu snorted.

"There are certain rules to surviving a horror movie! For instance, number one: you can never have sex! Big no-no!" Kids immediately threw popcorn at him, booing.

"Well then I'm a dead man!" Stu laughed, pulling you closer to him.

"Number two: you can't drink or do any drugs," This, again, was met with a resounding boo, "No! No! It's the sin factor! It's an extension of number one! Number three: never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, say you'll be right back, 'cause you won't be back."

"I'm getting another beer, do you want one?" Stu asked as he walked away.

"Yeah, sure." Randy said.

"Okay, I'll be right back!" Stu cried in a dramatic voice.

"Yeah, yeah, push the rules and you'll end up dead. I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife." Randy rolled his eyes. It was getting late, and a good portion of people began to leave. You and Stu had wandered off somewhere, and Randy still had a handful of people watching movies on the couch with him.

Suddenly, the phone in the living room rang. Randy wobbled over to it, drunk as all hell, and answered.

"Hello? What?! They- oh no... no, no... oh god..." He hung up the phone and turned back to the rest of the party, "Hey guys! They found Principal Himbry strung up on the goalposts of the football field!"

"Let's go see before they pry him down!" One kid shouted. With that, the remaining people quickly cleared out of the house, leaving Randy drunk on the couch.

Upstairs, Billy and Sidney had just finished having sex.

"Who'd you call?" Sidney asked out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Your one phone call, I was just wondering who you called."

"Oh, my dad." Billy answered simply.

"No, Sheriff Burke called your dad, I watched him." Sidney narrowed her eyes, tossing the problem back and forth.

"Yeah, and when I called, nobody answered." Billy sighed, "You still think it's me."

"No!" Sidney gasped, "I don't! Just, y'know, I figured calling me while you were in jail would be a good way to throw me off."

"What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a killer?"

Almost as soon as he said it, Ghostface busted through the door, knife raised.

He lunged for Sidney, missing and catching Billy across the chest.

"Billy!" Sidney wailed, backing up against the wall. She was in her bra and panties and shaking. Ghostface cornered her, slowly walking closer.

"Sidney..." He dragged out in a highly distorted voice, "Don't you know the rules?"

"Fuck your stupid rules!" She cried.

Ghostface lunged for her again, but Sidney managed to jump away. It wasn't as clean as it was in action movies, and the killer's hand caught her side, throwing her off-balance.

She hit the floor, scrambling to get away, but the killer dropped down on her, dropping his knee straight onto her spine.

"Ah!" She cried out in pain before the killer grabbed her by the mouth.

"Shhh... it's alright now, Sidney, I'm not gonna hurt ya'. I'm just gonna split your fucking neck in two!"

Ghostface grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head up, ripping the knife across her throat and spraying the carpet with red.

You tore the mask off of your face, wiping the sweat that had started to form on your brow. "Fuck, that mask is hot." You sighed.

"Y/n?" Billy asked, "Where's Stu? Why the fuck did you- Y/n! I was supposed to kill Sidney! This was not part of the fucking plan!"

You threw down your knife. "Do you want to get caught?" You snapped, "Billy, you were going to drag things out, you were going to make it cinematic. This isn't a movie, Billy, you can't kill for drama."

He glared at you, but it softened as he realized you were right.

"You can't have a final girl, that doesn't work in real life. It took me two years to clean up that kind of mess." You huffed, "That's why I'm here in the first place."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I have my fair share of experience, more than you do. You're going for too much flair right now, you plan is off. Now, the last witness is Randy, so we need to kill him and set up Niel's suicide. After that we need to go to the football field and act like we've been there, most of those kids are too wasted to remember otherwise."

Billy just stood there, thinking.

"Fucking move, Loomis, let's go!" You quickly walked out of the room, snapping Billy out of his thoughts.

You went downstairs to find Randy blacked out on the couch. Good, you thought, that makes this easier.

You took your knife and slit his throat too. You almost felt bad as you watched him choke and drown on his own blood before finally dying. Meanwhile Stu came up behind you, grabbing your hips.

"God, you're hot when you murder people, princess." He cooed at you, and you just laughed.

"Does Billy have the dad ready yet?" You asked.

"I think so, yeah. His car is planted and everything."

"Good." You smiled, planting a kiss on Stu's cheek.

It wasn't long before Billy dragged Niel Prescott in, bound and silenced with duct tape. "Aww, wrapped like a present." You joked, making Stu laugh.

"Where's the gun?" You asked, and Billy showed you it.

"This one's mine, bunny." He smiled.

You couldn't hide the red that spread across your face at the name, and both boys saw it.

Stu just smiled, he'd already figured it would happen. You were still his princess, though, he knew that.

You and Stu covered your ears as Billy fired the handgun in Neil's mouth, your eyes sparkling at the splatter it left on the kitchen.

Billy cut the duct tape and posed the body, leaving the gun in Neil's hand before the three of you jumped in Stu's truck and sped to the football field.

You all talked to people, sticking around long enough for people to know you'd been there. As the night wore on and police showed up to the football field, you waited just until they'd seen you before hightailing it to your house.