"You pathetic, little SHIT." Billy responded with gritted teeth, showing Michael the coldest of glares while Stu did the same thing. "Thinking that YOU and those...those SORRY excuses for slashers could keep (Y/n) all to yourselves."

"(Y/n) is OURS." Stu snapped at the stalker possessively, holding his pocketknife out and trying to stare Michael down. "We LOVE her. I bet YOU don't even know what love IS."

"ᑎOT ᔕO ᖴᗩᔕT. YOᑌ ᗪOᑎ'T GET TO ᒪEᑕTᑌᖇE ᗰE ᗩᗷOᑌT ᒪOᐯE. ᑎOT ᗩᖴTEᖇ ᗩᒪᒪ TᕼE TᖇOᑌᗷᒪE ᗩᑎᗪ Tᖇᗩᑌᗰᗩ YOᑌ ᑭᑌT (Y/ᑎ) TᕼᖇOᑌGᕼ." [A/N: "NOT SO FAST. YOU DON'T GET TO LECTURE ME ABOUT LOVE. NOT AFTER ALL THE TROUBLE AND TRAUMA YOU PUT (Y/N) THROUGH."] Michael scrawled menacingly, reminding the two other males about their behaviour beforehand.

—

"Hello...?"
"Hello."
"Yes...? Is there perhaps something I can help you with...?"
"Who is this?"
"Who are you trying to reach...?"
"What number is this?"
"Oh, um, well...What number are you trying to call...?" "If you could repeat it to me, I can gladly tell you if this is it or not—"

"I don't know."
"But didn't you just try to ring said number...?"
"I don't know."
"I'm terribly sorry, but I think you might have the wrong number."
"Do I?"
"Don't worry. Could happen to anyone." "Take it easy out there!"

"Hello...?"
"I'm sorry. I guess I dialled the wrong number earlier."
"So um...Why did you dial it again...?"
"To apologise."
"Oh, there's no need for that...!" "But if it helps, you're forgiven. Have a good night!"

"Wait, wait, don't hang up."
"Is there something you need...?"
"I want to talk to you for a second."
"I'm sorry, if I had the time I would. But it's a tad bit late for me...and I have somewhere I have to be tomorrow..." "Besides, they've got over 900+ numbers for that, right...? I'm sure one of those would be more than happy to interact with you. So um...Bye now...!"

"Hello...?"
"Why don't you want to talk to me?"
"Didn't I already tell you...? It's a little too late and I've got something to do tomorrow. Besides, who is this...?"
"You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine."
"I asked you first. So I don't think so, buddy." "You're starting to sound like someone from a scary movie."

"Do you like scary movies?"
"Uh-huh."
"What's your favourite scary movie?"
"Um...I'm not sure."
"You have to have a favourite."
"Well, if I had to pick one, it would probably be (F/M). What's yours...?"
"Guess."
"Uh...The Texas Chainsaw Massacre...?" "Maybe...? Sorry if I'm, like...wrong."

"Is that the one where they stumble across a deserted house, and discover something sinister within? Something armed with a chainsaw?"
"Yeah...Leatherface."
"Leatherface-that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary."
"It was fun to watch, that was for sure."

"So, you gotta boyfriend?"
"W-Why are we talking about boyfriends...? Are you trying to ask me out or something...!?"
"Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I'd...rather not answer."
"You never told me your name."
"Why do you want to know my name...?"
"Because I want to know who I've been watching walk home the last couple of days."

"W...What did you just say...?"
"Because I want to know who I've been talking to today."
"That's NOT what you just said."
"What do you think I said?"
"I...I have to go now."
"Wait...I thought we were gonna talk more."
"I-I don't have the time. Sorry..."
"Don't hang up on me."

"Gotta go."
"Don't—"

"Hello...? Who is this...?"
"Hello again..." "How've you been...?"
"Look, what on Earth do you want...?" "Listen, I don't have time for you right now. I have other engagements. So I'm sorry, but I—"
"Wait, don't hang up on me...!"
"Jeez Louise..." "Can't people take a hint...? Especially since I'm busy, and—"

"I told you NOT to hang up on me."
"I'm sorry...M'kay?" "You just...happen to freak me out, and all I want to do is return to what I was doing in the first place...Alright?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm...taking a walk...with a friend..." "How about you...?"
"I want to know why you're glossing over the truth."

"W-What are you talking about...?" "I'm taking a walk...right now. I'm not sure how much clearer I can make that."
"Why don't you start by telling me that you're trespassing in Camp Crystal Lake, along with the infamous Jason Voorhees...?"
"H...How did you...?" "How did you know...about...about that...?"
"Maybe because I've been watching you since this morning."

"What...What do you want...?" "I'm not the number you were looking for. This is the wrong number. You've had your fun now. This isn't funny anymore. What do you even have to gain from this...?"
"To talk." "I want to talk to you, and you specifically."
"Well, dial someone else for that. Okay? I've had enough. That's just...That's just too creepy for me."

"Why do you keep hanging up on me...?"
"Maybe because I don't know you, and you're acting like some sort of a stalker...?"
"Are you getting scared...? Is that it...?"
"No...Just bored." "So listen—"
"No, YOU listen, (Y/n)." "If you hang up on me again, I will ENTER that house and GUT you like a FISH. Understand?"

"Y...You're kidding, right...?" "Is this some kind of...some kind of a joke...?"
"More of a game, really."
"I don't care what this is to you, but I am TWO seconds away from calling the—"
"They'd never make it in time. And I think you know that too. More than anyone."
"What do you want...?"

"TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE."

—

"You BASTARD." Billy spat at him with hatred, despising how Michael now had the upper hand and was able to gloat about what they'd done.

"Everything WE did was to PROTECT her." Stu angrily added, trying his hardest to shift the blame off of themselves and onto Michael. "PROTECT her from YOU, the others, and her useless bunch of friends."

"Oᕼ ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE, GIᗰᗰE ᗩ ᗷᖇEᗩK. YOᑌ TᗯO ᗪOᑎ'T EᐯEᑎ KᑎOᗯ TᕼE ᖴIᖇᔕT TᕼIᑎG ᗩᗷOᑌT ᑭᖇOTEᑕTIᑎG (Y/ᑎ)." [A/N: "OH PLEASE, GIMME A BREAK. YOU TWO DON'T EVEN KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT PROTECTING (Y/N)."] The white-masked male retaliated; his rage beginning to rise again while you listened in on said conversation.

Protect you from Michael...? The others...? Your friends...? "We know more than YOU do, you...you stuck-up CREEP." Billy fired back darkly, shoving the notepad away from him and knocking it to the floor instead. Biting your lip, you sat down against the door and hugged your knees; worriedly wondering what to do and how to help Michael as you carried on being trapped in said classroom.

You couldn't leave - due to Stu literally camping the door - and you definitely weren't a fighter, so what exactly were you supposed to do here...? If you didn't figure something out soon, Michael could get seriously injured - firstly because he was up against two psychopaths, and secondly because Billy and Stu both seemed to be dangerously experienced at their unexpected skills. Then again, Michael did get the jump on Billy to begin with - guess he really was good at stalking. So...How could you—? Stopping quickly, you quizzically glanced around; suddenly recalling that your classroom had another door, one that lead to the room directly next to yours. Of course...! Trying your best to stay silent, you quietly climbed to your feet; avoiding the classroom's windows before soundlessly opening the second door. Then you slipped through and softly shut it, Michael picking up on your smart escape before purposely pretending not to.

Unfortunately, Billy's eyes flickered over to the classroom and noticed no shadow against the wall; the male cursing underneath his breath as he furiously became enraged. "FUCK." He growled, glaring back at Michael while putting two-and-two together. "Where the FUCK is she...? Where did she go...?"

The stalker smugly shrugged, causing a secret smile to spread across your face as you found your escape to be strangely amusing. "Find her." Billy angrily commanded to Stu, losing his temper almost like a little child would if they weren't allowed something. To be perfectly honest, it nearly made you laugh some more and reveal your hiding place.

But Stu couldn't agree to Billy's demand, the other male falling to the floor and losing strength altogether. "FIND HER YOU DIPSHIT!" Billy screamed at him in frustration, slightly staggering himself before beginning to lose it even further.