The video store was packed. Dozens of Woodsboro residents roamed the stores' aisles. Most flocked to the horror section as Mary Shelly's Frankenstein played on the stores' T.V.

Randy drifted on a plastic rolling cart that held returned VHS tapes into a relatively small aisle. He almost crashed into a couple as they left.

"Watch it, jerk."

"I'm sorry," He apologized with indifference.

Stu snuck up behind him as he watched the shorter of the two stack tapes onto his hand. He waited until Randy was about to turn around to knock the tapes out of his hand. Stu stuck his tongue out at him and walked to the other side of the aisle, which resembled a small shelf.

"Dork," Randy called him without spite.

Stu laughed and surveyed the store, "Jesus, this place is packed tonight, man." He put his elbows on top of the shelf.

Rather than picking up the tapes on the ground, Randy grabbed more from the cart. "We had a run in the mass murder section."

Stu leaned over, propping his head with one of his arms, "Coming to my fiesta?"

"Yeah, I'm off early. Curfew, y'know."

A customer went up to Randy and asked him a simple question. He instructed them where to locate a specific movie and noticed something. He glanced back at Stu and did a double-take.

"Oh, now that's in poor taste."

Stu looked over to what Randy was staring at, "What?"

Billy stood in front of the horror category, talking to two blonde girls.

"If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing in the horror section?"

Stu gazed at Billy again before looking back at Randy. "Well, it was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything." He tilted his head in Billy's direction.

"You're such a little lap dog. He's got 'killer' printed all over his forehead!" Randy exclaimed.

Their conversation became exponentially louder.

"Ohhh-kay!" Stu walked further down the aisle, closer for Billy to hear. "Really? Then why did the cops let him go, smart guy?"

"Because obviously, they don't watch enough movies. This is standard horror movie stuff. Prom Night revisited, man."

Stu raised his eyebrows, "Yeah? Why would he wanna kill his own girlfriend?"

"There's always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend." A distant police siren could be heard. "That's the beauty of it all: simplicity. Besides, if it gets too complicated, you lose your audience."

"Well, what's his reason," Stu asked, alluding to Billy.

Suddenly Randy spoke quieter, "Maybe Sidney wouldn't have sex with him."

Stu snickers, "What? Is she saving herself for you?" He referred to Randy's glaring crush on Sid.

"Maybe. Now that Billy tried to mutilate her, do you think Sid would go out with me?" Randy got his hopes up only for Stu to roar with laughter, directly in his face.

His face fell as Stu looked at him, deadpan.

"No, I don't at all. No," He said straightforwardly. Stu lowered his voice, "You know who I think it is? Y'know, I think it's their father. Why can't they find their pops, man?"

Randy got close to Stu's face, "Because he's probably dead."

Stu leaned back, scowling.

Randy's voice raised gradually, "His body will come popping up in the last reel somewhere! Eyes gouged out, fingers cut off, teeth knocked out!"

Stu looked around awkwardly, clenching his teeth, "Man!" He wanted nothing more than for Randy to quiet down.

"See, the police are always off track with this shit. If they'd watch Prom Night, they'd save time. There's a formula to it. A very simple formula! Everybody's a suspect!" Randy shouted.

Everyone in the store stopped what they were doing to look at Randy. He realized his mistake and went back to shelving tapes. Stu put his thumb and pointer finger together and brought them to his mouth to insinuate Randy wasn't sober.

"I'm telling you the dad's a red herring. It's Billy." Randy turned around right into the hands of danger–I mean Billy.

He grabbed Randy by the collar off his shirt, the fabric bunching in his fist. Randy looked at him, wide-eyed.

"How do we know you're not the killer? Huh?"

Randy's mouth opened and closed as Stu came up behind him, putting his forearms on his shoulders, trapping him between him and Billy.

Billy smacked the tapes out of Randy's hands, "Huh?!"

Randy put on an anxious smile, having nowhere to hide, "Hi, Billy."

He couldn't get out of the situation even if he tried. He was sandwiched between them with no escape, with Billy up in his face and Stu holding him in place. Neither gave him any room to move.

"Maybe your movie freaked mind lost its reality button. You ever think of that?"

Randy had never seen or heard his friend get so angry, especially in such close proximity. "You're absolutely right. I'm the first to admit it. If this were a scary movie I'd be the prime suspect," He admitted.

Stu grinned eerily, thoroughly entertained by what he and Billy were doing.

"That's right," Billy stated.

Stu flicked Randy's ear-lobe, "And what would be your motive?"

Randy craned his neck to get him to stop, "It's the millennium," he faced Billy again, "Motives are incidental."

Billy and Stu gaze at each other until Billy breaks eye contact to look back at Randy. "Millennium.' I like that," He pinches Randy's nose briefly. "That's good. It's the millennium," He says in a taunting tone and pats Randy's cheek. "Good kid," He spares one last glance at Stu before walking away.

"Millennium.' Good word, my man," Stu teases.

Randy turned to Stu, "Are you telling me that's not a killer?"

Dewey parks in front of the police station. Everyone, meaning you, Sidney and Tatum, and Dewey, exit the vehicle. Your eyes sweep around the plaza as the other three also observe it.

"Sure is quiet," Dewey comments.

"God, look at this place. It's like The Town That Dreaded Sundown," You remark.

Dewey nodded, "Yeah, I saw that movie. It's about a killer in Texas, huh?

"I'm just gonna be a few minutes. Don't go too far," Dewey informs. He stays behind to talk to the sheriff while you, Sidney, and Tatum head to the grocery store.

"Is Billy gonna be there tonight?" Sid asks Tatum.

Tatum's heeled-boots click as she walks, "He'd better not be. I told Stu to keep his mouth shut. I think we can live without the endorphin rush for one night."

You grab a cart and wordlessly follow them into the store.

Tatum threw a bag of chips in the cart that Sidney was now controlling.

"Billy's right, y'know. Whenever he touches me, I just can't relax," Sid abruptly says.

You're unsure what spurred her on and feel uncomfortable hearing your sister's sex life.

Tatum shrugs, "So you have a few intimacy issues as a result of your mother's untimely death. It's no big deal, Sid. You'll thaw out," she joked as Sid grabbed ice cream from the freezer.

"Yeah, but he's been so patient with me. Y'know with all the sex stuff. How many guys would put up with a girlfriend who's sexually repulsed?"

Tatum rolled her eyes, "Billy and his penis don't deserve you, all right?"

A figure in the Ghostface costume could be seen in the reflection of the freezer door Sidney had just closed. They went unnoticed as the three of you perused the store, completely unaware of the potential threat.

You wanted nothing more than to get the rest of the snacks and leave. You felt entirely disconnected and excluded from the conversation, though you didn't think your opinion would have value.

It didn't bother you how Sid saw other boys your age since she was pretty spot on.

Up until now, Billy seemed like a great boyfriend. You knew relationships had their ups and downs. You certainly saw and heard enough from your own parents. Yet, it still came as a shock to you that Billy could be an insensitive asshole when it came to sex. You didn't understand how somebody's partner could be so dismissive about boundaries.

You bitterly remind yourself that you haven't been in a serious or committed relationship and dismiss your conceived notions about Billy. You didn't know every detail of Sid and Billy's relationship, but he has been an asshole as of late.

It wasn't exactly a cakewalk to date in such a small town like Woodsboro. You weren't going to out yourself on the assumption that there would be at least one other queer person you could date.

You kept your sexuality to yourself, only coming to terms with it in recent years. The topic of dating didn't come up much since you would claim to be 'focusing on your studies.' Your parents accepted and favored that answer in most situations.

You figured if you were to come out, Sidney would be the first to know. Tatum would be your next pick, but you aren't as close to her as she and Sid are.

Sheriff Burke stood at the entrance of the station smoking while he waited for Dewey. Dewey came along while the three of you were still shopping. Though he took a detour before meeting with Burke, as seen from the ice cream cone in his hand.

"Dewey, where the hell you been?"

The deputy came up with an excuse, "I was keeping an eye on the Prescott's, uh..." He glanced down at his ice cream cone and licked the creamy treat. "Thought you quit," Dewey pointed the cone to Burke's cigarette.

"I did, but damn it..." The sheriff sighed, taking another drag of the cig. "Dewey, Vital phone just faxed us. Those calls are listed to Niel Prescott, their father. He made the calls with a cellular phone. It's been confirmed," He excitedly told his deputy.

Dewey licked at his ice cream cone as Burke took a drag from his cigarette. "What? There's no way a cellular phone coulda been cloned?"

Burke exhaled smoke, "There's more. Guess what tomorrow is? The anniversary of his wife's death."

Dewey nodded, knowingly, licking his ice cream again when Burke inhaled from his cigarette.

"We'll keep the roadblocks and curfew in effect through the night. If he's not picked up by tomorrow, then we'll do a house-to-house," Burke instructed him. "Where's Y/N and Sidney?"

"They're with my sister. You want me to bring them in?"

"Nah, not just yet. Let's find Niel first, make sure he's our man," Burke dropped his cigarette, putting it out with his shoe.

Dewey glanced at his ice cream cone, wondering if he should do the same.

"You stay close to the Prescott siblings. Don't let them out of your sight."

"Yes, sir."