"Why are you doing this?" Sidney weeps.

You can hear the pure, unadulterated amusement in Stu's voice, "It's all part of the game."

Billy brought the voice changer to his lips again, "It's called 'Guess How I'm Gonna Die."

"Fuck you!" Sid snaps at him.

"No, no, no, no, no," Billy and Stu exchanged weapons, with Billy handing Stu the gun and the former gracefully offering the hunting knife in the palm of his hand. "We already played that game, remember?" He not-so-subtly alluded to the fact that not even an hour ago, he and Sidney had sex.

You clung to Sid's side as you both backed away from Billy, who stepped forward, keeping the knife pointed at the two of you.

"You lost," Billy finished.

Stu waved the gun around as he talked, "It's a fun game. You see, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong–Boo-Kah! You die."

The gun that was once in Sidney's hands pointed at Stu was now in his hands, aimed at you and her. The tables really had turned since then.

"You get it right, you die," Billy asserted, tapping the knife against your chest.

You let out a shuddering breath, coming to realize the position you were in, "You're crazy, both of you."

There was no way in hell you were getting out of this. Someway, somehow, you and Sid would die tonight, all because of them.

Stu came up behind Billy, propping his chin onto the latter's shoulder, "Actually, we prefer the term 'psychotic'."

Billy had taken to carefully dragging the blade over Sidney's chest. He didn't apply much pressure, merely letting it trace patterns over her skin. It was still enough to instill fear and keep her in place.

"You'll never get away with this," Sid stammered, mostly to reassure herself.

Stu raises his eyebrows, and his mouth opens into an 'o' shape before his face relaxes, and he chuckles.

Billy's knife goes still. He lifts his head, bringing his attention away from his knife and back to his girlfriend. Correction, -girlfriend. "Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame," His blade caressed part of her face, sweeping back a strand of her hair.

You analyzed Stu's demeanor around Billy. You imagined Billy could feel Stu breathing down his neck, completely unaware of how Stu looked at him. You saw every sly glance he gave to Billy. It didn't take long for you to witness Stu's admiration for Billy firsthand. He would get lost in the moment, taking advantage of their closeness and taking in every feature he could up-close.

You questioned the true nature of their relationship. From the looks of it, they had evolved into something less platonic, and more akin to what they displayed with their so-called girlfriends. You know, the ones they killed or were in the midst of being killed.

"Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun," Stu professes with a gummy smile. His voice broke your train of thought.

For a second there, you let yourself get lost in your thoughts and forget about the life or death situation you're in. Oh, joy.

"No!" Sidney cries out, knees buckling under her and you help her stand upright. She turned her back to Billy, who stood in front of her, "Why?" She slammed her hand on the kitchen counter, facing the two killers, "Why did you kill our mother?"

Stu backs away, finally separating himself from his partner.

"Why? Why?!" Billy barks in Sidney's face. He turns his head to the boy behind him, "You hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive."

Stu doesn't say anything but laughs at her inquiry as if it was some preposterous thing to want to know.

Billy stares down at her, "Well, I don't really believe in motives, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?"

"No," Stu answers for her, walking around the kitchen island.

Billy continues, "Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so!" He growls, getting in her face, which causes her to flinch. "See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor," He went back and forth between pointing the knife at you or Sidney, "That woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something."

You exhale a shaky breath, wanting more than anything for him to shut up. You saw as tears sprang into Sid's eyes and desperately fought off your own.

Stu had the gun pointed at both of you, "Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, your mother was no Sharon Stone. Hmm?"

You and your sister opted not to say anything. Sid averts her gaze from Stu, looking at the ground.

Billy put the tip of the blade on his lips, "Is that motive enough for ya? Or, how 'bout this?" He placed the knife under Sidney's chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him, "Your slut mother was fucking my father, and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me." His voice had become soft and brittle at the confession, no longer having that playful bite to it.

The kitchen was dead silent. Everyone's mouths hung open, clearly not expecting that to be his answer. You gauged Stu's reaction, and even he seemed taken back by the declaration.

One thing the Prescott and Loomis families had in common was their familial issues, but to find out they were connected was truly something else.

"How's that for a motive?" His voice went back to being taut, "Maternal abandonment causes some serious deviant behavior," He gestured behind him with the knife where Stu stood. "It certainly fucked you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath," He quickly changed the subject to move on from his pity party.

"That's right. You gave it up. Now you're no longer a virgin. Ooh!" Stu highlights in a silly voice, covering his mouth and giggling like a schoolgirl. "I said 'virgin.' Whoops!"

Billy pulled Sidney away from you, wrapping his arm, the one holding the knife, around her shoulder to keep her back pressed against his chest. With his other hand, he pushed you into Stu.

The other killer caught you in his arms, holding you close to him, "You've hardly spoken all night. Care to share your thoughts, Y/N?" He uttered cynically, right next to your ear.

You felt the gun grace your side and stiffen. There were so many thoughts swarming your mind. Dewey's death still weighed heavy but you couldn't help thinking about everyone else. As much as you found Randy to be an annoying prick, it didn't mean he deserved to die. He had only been shot in the shoulder, but for all you knew, he could still be lying on the floor where you saw him last, slowly bleeding out. You thought about Tatum, who you hadn't seen in far too long, and began to speculate if she actually was dead in the garage.

You didn't know where Gale, her cameraman, and the rest of the party guests went. If you really were going to die, then would knowing who or who didn't die matter? And lastly, you wondered if your father had actually abandoned you and your sister. Would he really do that so close to the anniversary of your mother's death?

Despite all of your brewing thoughts, there was only one question that truly mattered.

"Are you really only doing this because of our mother?"

You feel Stu's chest bubble with laughter against your back.

Billy speaks up, "That's your takeaway from all of this? Really?" He almost sounds disappointed.

"Just answer the question."

The killer across from you decides to humor you, "More or less."

You feel your skin crawl, "Would you still have killed me if Maureen wasn't my mom?"

He sighs, clearly frustrated, and cocks his head at you. "Listen, kid, none of that shit matters right now. You came to the party and happen to be the darling son of that whore. There's nothing you can do to change things–I mean, just look where you've ended up."

Your rapid heartbeat is buzzing in your ears, and you can't stop the words that come out of your mouth, "I'm not a Prescott."

"What are you going on about?" Stu asks as his arms loosen around you.

"I was adopted. I'm–I'm not the son of anybody," You can't bring yourself to look at Sidney as you hear her gasp.

Billy hums, "Is that so? Well, there's really only one way to confirm since it seems our dear Sid didn't even know," He gestures to Stu with his hand holding the knife.

Seemingly knowing what to do, Stu lets go of you, throwing you to Billy as the killer puts his other arm around your neck in the same fashion as Sidney.

"Oh! Oh! This is the greatest part! You're gonna love this," He exclaims rather excitedly. "We got a surprise for you, Y/N," The gun is set down on the counter next to the kitchen entrance. "Yeah, you're gonna love this one. It's a scream, baby!" He presses his back against the kitchen closet, "Hold on a sec. I'll be right back," He walks back into the closet, mimicking his actions from earlier when he broke Randy's rule to surviving a horror movie.

Billy nuzzles into Sidney, "You know what time it is, Sid? It's after midnight. It's your mom's anniversary. Congratulations, we killed her exactly one year ago today," He gloats.

Stu re-enters, hauling a body in front of him, "Attention! Oh, what do we have behind door number three?"

Neil's face is bloodied and bruised, and his mouth is covered with a piece of duct tape. He's forced to kneel on the floor in front of the three of you.

You freeze at the sight of your fath–adoptive father. This was not the family reunion you were expecting to say the least. Worst case scenario, you thought he was dead. Though under the circumstances, you couldn't imagine he'd be alive much longer. As a family, you were being subjected to the same fate as your mother.

Instinctively, Sid moved towards him, "Daddy!"

Billy held her back, "Woah, hold it. That's enough."

Stu grabbed the voice changer speaking into it, "Guess we won't be needing this anymore." He stuffed the device in the breast pocket of Neil's denim jacket. "And, oh, look at this. Ring, ring. Won't need this," Neil's stolen phone was also placed in his pocket.

Billy tightens his grip on you and Sidney, making it hard to breathe, "Got the ending figured out yet?"

"Come on, you think about it now, huh?! Your daddy's the chief suspect. We cloned his cellular," Stu pushes Neil, causing him to fall over, lying on his side still facing you. "The evidence is all right there, baby!"

"What if your father snapped? Your mother's anniversary set him off, and he went on a murder spree, killing everyone," Billy conveyed their plan.

"Except for Billy and me, we were left for dead," Stu adds.

Billy holds the knife inches away from Sidney's heart, "Then he kills you both and shoots himself in the head. Perfect ending."

"I thought of that," Stu admitted sheepishly.

"Wait," You interrupt, "Isn't there something you need to confirm?" You remind them. If you played your cards right, your strategy might just work.

You hear Billy sigh, "Right, of course." He nods to Stu, and the lanky boy crouches over Neil. He warns the older man not to scream or else and peels back the duct tape covering his mouth.

"So, this is how it's gonna go down, old man. You answer my question, and nobody gets hurt, alright?" Billy instructs as if he hadn't just revealed the plan to kill off the Prescotts seconds ago.

Hesitantly, Neil nods, agreeing to the terms.

"Now that that's settled. Tell me, is Y/N adopted?"

Neil's eyes flicker between you and Sidney. Seeing as these could, very well, be his last moments with his children, biological or otherwise, he had no reason to lie. "Yes."

You inhale sharply, unaware that you had been holding your breath in anticipation.

"No," Sidney whimpers.

In your peripheral vision, you see her head turn towards you, but you can't bring yourself to look at her. You hadn't intended for her to know, but the information was vital for your survival.

"There. Happy now?" Billy asks as Stu covers Neil's mouth again. "Now, as I was saying–"

"Hold on," You interject.

Billy's arm clenches around your throat, "Y'know, kid, I'm starting to get real sick of you interrupting me. Spit it out already!"

A feeble cough escapes from you before the grip around your throat relents. You gasp for air, struggling to regain your breath. You try to clear your throat as the coughing intensifies.

Stu raises his brow, "Well? We're waiting."

You bite your tongue, refraining from throwing out a snide remark. "How about we make a deal?"

The killer steps over Neil, humming in amusement, "What kind of deal?"

"You make me an accomplice and still get away, scot-free."

"What's in it for us?" Billy's rugged voice sends shivers down your spine.

You falter, choosing your words carefully, "I'll corroborate your story and in exchange, I get to live."