"Got the ending figured out yet? Time's running out, y'know." Billy taunted with a condescending tone, taking the knife back before brutally slashing at Stu's arm.

"Come on, (Y/n). Think about it. You're going to become this movie's one and only protagonist." Stu chuckled sadistically, his remark causing you to frown in confusion and feel defensively on-edge.

"Oh yeah...? How so...?" You anxiously snapped, holding your arms with both hands before staring them both down with full-on resentment.

"What if the unwanted admirers attacked you...? After your psychology class...? What if they attempted to take you out after you'd finished talking to Rose...?" Billy summed up with a dark grin; creating a bizarre, horror movie ending and finding his comment to be one hundred percent perfect.

"Except for me and Billy...we were left for dead, tortured for purposely getting in the way of their plans..." Stu chimed in painfully, gasping ever-so-slightly for air whilst he and Billy created a sick scenario between the two of them.

"We save you from the unwanted admirers...take out Rose so she doesn't spill the beans...and then we still get to live. It's a perfect ending." Billy boastfully finished off.

"Everyone dies but us. We get to carry on and plan the sequel. Let's face it, these days, you gotta have a sequel." Stu added with superiority, taking the knife as he carved it through Billy.

"You...You SICK fucks..." You cried aloud, shaking and taking another step or two backwards. "You've...You've seen ONE too many movies...! Taking ROSE out ALL because she might get in the way of your disgusting plans...! T-That's...That's COWARDLY...!"

"Oh, (Y/n)," Pausing for a moment, Billy stumbled towards you, bending over with a crazy glint flickering in his gaze. "Don't blame the movies...Movies don't create psychos. Movies just make psychos more...creative."

Staggering, Stu leant against the opposite wall and shot Billy a sudden look, stifling a feeble laugh whilst he acted more and more insane. "That's it, Billy. I can't take any more. I'm...feeling woozy..."

"Look, LOOK...! I don't know WHAT you want, but WHATEVER you want, I'll get you it...!" You sobbed hysterically, losing your composure and therefore starting to panic. "I-I WON'T turn you into the authorities...! I-I WON'T say ANYTHING about what you've done...! I-I SWEAR it...! Just...Just STOP hurting each other...! You're KILLING yourselves for God's Sake...!"

"Hmm...I suppose you may have a point there." With another bad-boyish grin, Billy agreed; turning to face Stu head-on while you hid your face in your hands and trembled. "Place the knife on the Psychology classroom's teacher's desk. Y'know, make it look like an accident."

"Got it." Stu nodded, heading into where you'd previously studied before shutting the classroom's door behind him.

"NO...!" Panicking once more, you sprinted towards the Psychology class's front door yourself; flinging it open and trying your quickest to stop him. "DON'T...!"

"Oh, and JUST in case you get any ideas~" Billy paused for a moment and tugged you back by your waist; an obsessive gleam glinting across his eyes as he held up a second pocketknife up against your neck. "I WOULDN'T try and stop us. We've worked FAR too hard for this."

"Billy...please..." You whispered worriedly, feeling more and more afraid of them by the minute. "You have to...stop this...My roommates...they'll come looking for me...they won't go easy on you, so—"

"Aw...What, you think we can't take them, is that it...?" Billy hummed wickedly, moving you back whilst Stu stumbled out himself.

"Precisely...!" You exclaimed in alarm, biting your lip and wondering what the HELL you were supposed to do in this sort of situation. "They'll notice that I didn't walk out with the other students, and—"

"It's done. We're in the clear." Stu proudly interjected, his statement causing both of the friends to high-five and fill you with increasingly more dread. "Now all we need to do is—" Before he could finish speaking, you unexpectedly broke free; Billy being slammed into the hallway's nearest wall as you shakily half-laughed in relief.

"M-Michael...!" You called your partner's name with affection, clasping both hands against your chest as you threw him a thankful smile. "You're here...! You're...You're really, really here...!"

"You SON-of-a-bitch." Billy hissed hatefully, eyeing the pale-faced stalker with resentment while Michael glared back in absolute rage. "Can't YOU and YOUR pathetic, little friends STOP getting in the way of our plans for just ONE moment...!?"

The silent stalker shook his head, infuriated by Billy's words whilst he flung the younger male to the floor and attempted to slaughter him in cold-blood. "He can't get both of us." Billy mouthed towards Stu venomously, thinking fast before kicking Michael down to the ground with him.

"Odds are, he's not strong enough anyway." Stu silently mouthed back, bringing out a secondary knife of his own and lunging at Michael too.

"Michael, behind you...!" You yelled hurriedly, doing your best to warn the male and stop Stu from being able to get the jump on him. But to your despair, Michael wasn't fast enough, Stu being able to drag his knife through the stalker's side and save Billy from being hurt despite their wounds from earlier.

"Cool move." Billy complimented with a slight snicker, Stu helping Billy back up as Michael stumbled. "Didn't think you'd remember how this psycho even still fought."

"MICHAEL...!" You wildly shouted, tears pricking at your eyes again after you watched him evaluate the physical damage. "Michael, NO...! You-You HAVE to get back up...! You HAVE to get back to the others...!"

"Well, (Y/n), you have two options." Stu commented carelessly, his smile twisting into a smirk while him and Billy started speaking to you. "You can either give in and stop being so difficult..."

"What's the second option...?" You whispered weakly - dreading what Billy's final answer was going to be.

"Or..." Billy stopped for a second; him and Stu both sharing two very sadistic smiles. "WE TAKE OUT EACH AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON YOU CARE ABOUT."

"N-NO...! Y-You CAN'T...!" You freaked out frantically, growing immediately anxious due to their aggressive threat and homicidal actions. "Amber...Cadence...Laura...Rose...Mom..."

"Clock's ticking." Stu teased cunningly, not caring in the slightest whilst he kicked Michael and stepped over him, standing next to Billy in the process. "So, (Y/n), what will you do...?" Taking a deep breath, you bent down and wrapped an arm around Michael's body; checking to make sure that he was alright and that nothing major had been slashed or stabbed.

"You can't fight the unwanted admirers alone, Michael." You murmured urgently, trying to stay calm and collected at the exact same time. "There's two of them and only one of you. Not to mention they know your fighting methods and how the way you think. They have hurt each other, it's true, but something tells me they've already thought of a back-up plan..."

His eyes gleaming with bewilderment, Michael stared you down; as if soundlessly asking why they hurt each other in the first place. "Yeah, uh...don't ask. If we actually get out of this, I'll...I'll explain later..." You awkwardly replied, wondering what to do and how to fix this.

Shaking his head, Michael stubbornly climbed to his feet; shoving you through your classroom door before slamming it shut, swiping at Billy and Stu with his kitchen knife whilst quietly demanding another fight. "DON'T let her leave that classroom." You heard Billy order Stu sternly, horror flooding your veins as you grew uncontrollably scared.

"Okay, okay...but Billy, I'm hurtin'." Stu reminded him wearily, causing the other male to curse and remember their previous actions.

"Alright, asshole. Why the FUCK do you and the others want (Y/n) SO much anyway...?" Billy curiously questioned, spinning around to gain some sort of information from Michael. "No offence, but you guys don't exactly seem the very...sentimental type. No offence."

"Sorry, but you don't y'know, mate..." Stu muttered uneasily, holding the classroom door and stopping you from opening it. Shit. What were you supposed to do now...!?

Michael tilted his head, merely glaring while he debated what to do himself. Then, he pulled out his notepad and showed it to Billy, indicating that that was how he interacted with people. "Uh, sure...Go right ahead." Billy suspiciously answered, giving your partner permission as you breathed out.

"(Y/ᑎ) Iᔕ ᗰIᑎE. ᔕᕼE Iᔕ ᗰY EᐯEᖇYTᕼIᑎG. I ᗯIᒪᒪ GO TO TᕼE Eᑎᗪᔕ Oᖴ TᕼE EᗩᖇTᕼ TO KEEᑭ ᕼEᖇ ᔕᗩᖴE. ᔕᕼE ᗯIᒪᒪ ᔕTᗩY ᗯITᕼ ᗰE ᑌᑎTIᒪ ᔕᕼE ᗪIEᔕ. ᗯᕼETᕼEᖇ YOᑌ ᖴᖇEᗩKᔕ ᒪIKE TᕼᗩT Oᖇ ᑎOT. ᗪO YOᑌ ᑌᑎᗪEᖇᔕTᗩᑎᗪ ᗰE?" [A/N: "(Y/N) IS MINE. SHE IS MY EVERYTHING. I WILL GO TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH TO KEEP HER SAFE. SHE WILL STAY WITH ME UNTIL SHE DIES. WHETHER YOU FREAKS LIKE THAT OR NOT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"]