You woke up sore — very sore. Stu still held you in his arms and you could smell Billy cooking breakfast downstairs. Hannibal laid at the foot of the mattress, his head resting next to your legs.

You were nearly tempted to fall back asleep before Stu woke up. "Hey princess," He mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. You planted a kiss on his chin and crawled out of bed, throwing on one of their shirts.

"Billy's making breakfast downstairs," You said softly, standing up slowly, "God, I'm sore."

"I'll run you a warm bath later!" He said excitedly despite still rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He got out of bed and followed you downstairs, still visibly sleepy.

Billy didn't notice you until you were already next to him. He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head, "Good mornin', bunny."

"Mornin'", You mumbled into his side.

"You look good in my shirt, by the way." Billy laughed and your cheeks heated up. He was making sausages, eggs, and breakfast rice.

The three of you lounged on your couch as you ate, mindlessly watching whatever was on TV. You liked this. You liked this a lot more than you'd liked... well, anything.

After everyone had finished eating, Stu followed through on his earlier offer and ran a hot bath for you. Of course, he didn't tell you this before he picked you up and carried you away.

He set you in the bathroom and gently took off Billy's t-shirt and your panties before helping you climb into the bathtub. The water was hot at first, but as you adjusted, it was nice.

Billy came in and sat on a stool next to the tub, letting you relax for a bit before gently wetting your hair and putting shampoo in. Stu had left the bathroom but you weren't sure where he went.

Billy gently washed your hair and you swore you could've fallen asleep right there. You'd never known him to be so gentle.

After rinsing conditioner out of your hair, he grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash your shoulders and back. He gently washed your arms and breasts, then moving to your stomach. You stood up in the tub so that he could wash the rest of you (he insisted on taking care of you today).

After washing your legs, he glanced up at you, asking for permission. You nodded and he began to wash between your thighs, gently lathering on soap. He tapped your hip and you silently turned around, allowing him to wash your ass.

His fingers working over you and touching you felt amazing, and you felt like you were heating up. Billy poured some water over you to rinse the soap off before draining the tub and walking you to the shower.

You loved relaxing in the warm water but sitting in soapy water bothered you, and you liked that Billy remembered.

Billy stripped down and showered with you, letting you wash him. You liked running your hands over him, watching the soap lather on. You didn't necessarily feel like doing anything sexual, you just liked touching him.

Once you'd both rinsed off and finished showering, Billy grabbed one of his clean shirts he'd left at your house before and put it on you, and you put on your own panties.

Billy pulled on some boxers and a pair of black sweatpants before walking you out to the living room and laying on the couch with you. Hannibal climbed up on the couch and laid with you while Cheese laid on the floor.

You felt comfortable, and after your shower your muscles felt much better. Billy flitted through your movie collection before grabbing something he thought you'd like and playing it.

He sat down and you laid your head on his lap. As he played with your hair you felt yourself drift off, cozy and safe.

When you woke up, only a few hours had passed. Billy was gone and Stu was asleep on the couch with you. You quietly got up from the couch and went to your room.

Under a sheet of plywood beneath your mattress, you had a board. You didn't necessarily hide it from the boys, they just never found it. Technically you were hiding it from potential police.

Carl Slater. He worked at a local fast food restaurant 73 miles away. Today, he'd be getting home at 10:30-10:45 PM. Today, you'd be leaving at 9:45.

You pulled a black duffel bag out of your closet and began to pack it. A skinning knife, your beloved hunting knife, a handgun, heavy-duty trashbags, bandages, a change of clothes, pliers, a saw, and a little snack. A girl has to treat herself.

You picked out your clothes for later but didn't put them on yet, setting your stuff in the corner of your room.

Woodsboro Police had calmed down, and you were certain you could pull this off. Either way, it was getting hard to wait any longer.

You had learned not to jump at prey, though, and now you stalked it. You'd stalked this prey for a month, and you felt it was ripe.

You made sure your animals had food and water before you left, and you left a note for the boys.

i'll be back tomorrow morning at the latest :) i love you two <3 watch the pets please

You thought about locking your room, but you didn't want them to distrust you. If they wanted to look, they could. If they found the board, so be it.

You knew what they were and you didn't see why they shouldn't know what you are too.

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You had been here for close to half an hour when you heard the familiar rumble of Carl's engine pulling into the driveway. He lived alone in a small house with floors that were falling through and a crawlspace opening into his laundry room. You knew his house, very likely better than he did.

Your fingers impatiently tapped at your blade, you wanted your prize. You wished Carl didn't have a limp so that maybe he'd walk into his fucking house a bit faster, but it also made him easier to chase.

Once he was inside, you heard him lock the door and you began creeping alongside the house. Staying low, you were could feel your sore muscles with each slow step.

Carl would be eating dinner and watching TV right now, though dinner would likely be day-old pizza or something similar. You could faintly hear the TV playing once you got closer to the crawlspace entrance. The door was small and made of rotting wood, it had already fallen off of the hinges and now laid on the ground.

The smell of dust filled your nose as you carefully avoided cobwebs and spiders. Unfortunately, a successful murder took more than just hopping in through the conveniently-left-open window.

You slid open the crawlspace door painstakingly slowly to get into into the laundry room, making sure that not a creak would be heard. You could not fuck this up.

Once you had semi-closed the door, you made your way into the kitchen. It openly connected into the living room, where you could see Carl sprawled in a recliner as an episode of The X Files ran on the TV.

The lights were off in the hallway, so you worked with it and knocked a glass over in the kitchen, ducking into the shadows. The kitchen was already dimly lit, and you wore a black mask and black clothing to help hide yourself better.

It was a moment before Carl entered the kitchen, it took him a moment to get out of his chair and come to investigate. He saw the broken glass on the floor and sighed.

"Muppet? Did you knock over another glass?" He bent down and began gently picking up the larger pieces.

You quietly crept forward and shot out, quickly wrapping a thick cord around his neck and snapped him to the ground. His face hit the glass against the concrete floor, ripping his skin and breaking his nose.

"Augh!" He cried, but he was stunned and couldn't effectively fight back. He did, however, knock the knife out of your hand in his desperate flailing.

That pissed you off. "So help me fucking God if there is a nick in that goddamn blade I will feed your mother your goddamn ashes." You growled. You didn't know what to do.

Your knife was too far to reach, and Carl was slowly becoming more and more capable. You were a teenage girl and even though you were strong, you liked to be safe.

So you, rationally, slammed his head into the stone tile and sank your teeth into his esophagus as hard as you could. The metallic tang of blood filled your mouth and all you could think about was DNA contamination, then about how Carl didn't taste half bad.

He choked and gurgled for a bit, drowning in his own blood as his esophagus had been ripped open. Once you ensured he had died, you grabbed your pliers out of your duffel bag. You pulled his mouth open and looked in.

You reached in with the pliers and found a molar. It didn't take long to pull it out, and once you did you rinsed it off in the sink and put it in a small jar. You took the saw out of your bag and began to cut him up, putting the pieces in trash bags.

Honestly, this was not the plan. This was not the plan and that irked you. Once he was in the bags, you rinsed the blood off of your gloves and dug through his cabinets for bleach.

You cleaned up all of the blood and bagged up anything that was contaminated. You had cut your knee pretty badly on the broken glass, so you bandaged it up with some padding.

You tossed the bags in the back of your pickup truck, parked in the woods behind his house. When you went back inside to make sure that was all, you saw a cat. She wasn't very large, but she was very fluffy.

She looked at you curiously, and made a small mrrow sound.

"Are you Muppet?" She stood up at the name, walking over to you, "Aw, I'm sorry girl." You felt more guilty for her than Carl.

You didn't wanna leave her alone, so you took her. She didn't seem too happy about car rides, but otherwise was well-behaved.

You were hesitant to burn the bodies as the smell of burning flesh tends to carry, so you drove to the nearest farm you could find and chucked him in the incinerator. You'd lost count of all the laws you had broken in one night, and that meant it was a good night.

You finally went home, seeing that Billy and Stu were still there. You crept in quietly, setting Muppet down. You silently slinked into the bathroom and undressed. You were bloody and sore, your hair was messy and stuck together with dried blood.

You began running hot water for a shower, and grabbed a towel off of the rack. When you turned back around, Billy stood in the doorway.

He eyed your nude figure, admiring the blood as well as your body. He walked up to you, his hands gently going to your hips. "Where did you run off to, bunny?" His voice was low and soft, but there was a hint of something else there.

"Hunting." You said, looking up at him. You loved the way his hair framed his face.

"You could've said more than "be back soon", though." A hint of anger? Lust? You couldn't tell.

"I didn't want you to baby me, I can handle myself," you said as you kissed his chin, "I wanted to limit my mistakes as much as possible. The more people there are, the more variables there are."

He huffed, kissing you roughly. "We were worried. What if you needed help? Just... please say something next time."

A hint of fear. They were worried about you.

"I will." You sighed as you hugged him, "And when I get out, I want to show you something." He gave you a soft kiss and left the bathroom, leaving you to scrub the blood and grime out of your hair and off of your skin.

When you finished, you dried off and threw on a t-shirt and some shorts. You went upstairs and found Billy sitting on the floor in the hallway with Hannibal half-laying on him.

"Where's Stu?"

"In your room," He chuckled, "He got really excited when I told him you were safe at home."

You smiled, opening the door. Sure enough, Stu was laying on your bed. He had Muppet in his arms and she looked happy to be there. "That's Muppet, our new cat. She's a sweetheart, apparently."

"Yeah!" Stu said, moving her off of him and dragging you into a hug, "Where were you, princess?"

"I'm gonna show you!" You laughed, the breath being knocked out of your chest by how tightly he squeezed you.

He let go of you and you shooed him off of the bed, lifting up the mattress and removing the plywood plank. Beneath it lay your board, just how you left it.

You had Stu hold up the mattress while you pulled the board out, setting it on top of the mattress after he put it back down.

"This is my planning board. I use it to plan, well, hunts." You pointed out your map. "This is where I went tonight, I killed a man named Carl."

"Why do you do it?" Stu asked.

"Fun, partially. Urges I control, impulsive behavior, shitty people." You shrugged the question off as you walked downstairs. You grabbed your duffel bag and brought it back upstairs.

Stu and Billy immediately began investigating your bag after you pulled out the jar with the tooth. You went to your bathroom and removed a decent-sized square of sheetrock you had cut out. Behind it was a hollow space in the wall.

You reached in and pulled out a larger jar, which rattled with teeth. Billy just stared at the jar in your hands, filled with close to a pound or two of teeth.

"Bunny?" He said inquisitively.

"Hm?" You hummed, not looking away as you put Carl's tooth in the jar.

"Why? Why the... why the teeth?"

"Trophies. Have you ever had a tooth pulled?" You asked as you placed the jar back in the wall.

"Yeah, everyone has?" He responded.

"No, I mean pulled — a live, healthy adult tooth pried out of your skull. It hurts. It hurts bad. I pull most of these while they're still alive."

"But... why?" He persisted, sitting on the floor next to you.

"Look," You said and opened your mouth wide for him. He gently peered in, noticing that a molar was missing from the top and bottom of both sides. There was a dark gap before your final molar, so it was clear.

"What happened? How did-"

"Some boys at school got mad that I wouldn't strip for them, wouldn't fuck them. So they held me down and got a pair of pliers from the welding shop, and they wrenched out my fucking teeth." You still clearly remembered how badly it hurt, "It hurt so bad that I blacked out, and I was asleep so hard that they thought they killed me. So they ran away, left the teeth and everything."

Billy just looked at you, a mix of shock and pity.

"Those were the first people I ever killed. Six high school boys. It was messy, bloody, cruel, and I haven't felt that good since." You turned to look at him, only now noticing that Stu had joined as well.

You chuckled to yourself, "I do still have those teeth. I keep 'em in a box in my nightstand. I think about them a lot."

"I'm sorry, princess." Stu pulled you into his arms. You weren't sad about the memory, you just felt blank when you thought of it.

Billy wrapped his arms around you as well, and the color started to come back to you. Your tongue still rolled over the empty places that would never be filled, but at least you weren't alone.

And it hit you again. I'm not alone. You actually had people. That realization spread like a warmth from your chest out as you wrapped your arms around them too.