In most modern day settings, murder wouldn’t be a joke— wouldn’t be brought up in an odd light, at all.

But Woodsboro isn’t truly a normal place. Never was, never will be . .

The night prior to this one, two Woodsboro Highschool students were brutally butchered, practically in slasher-film fashion— and yet, most of Sidney’s friend group refused to take it all seriously.

(Though she was especially sensitive to the mocking, due to her mother’s own brutal demise only around a year prior.. so they cut her some slack. . .)

The group of five teens sat circling around their school’s embroidered fountain, chatting about the interviews they’d been shoved into by cops and teachers alike.

Even being accusatory of each other.

For such a warm, atmospheric day, the students sure as hell weren’t being the nicest to one and other.

Randy, in particular— in all of his horror-movie loving glory— spat out the most accusations of them all. His gaze was focused to Stu as they all teased him, making a fake, nasally voice as he mocked nobody in particular.

“Did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard they found her liver in the mailbox.. next to her spleen and her pancreas..—“

Tatum, Stu’s girlfriend, chucked one of her grapes at Randy’s forehead, effectively shutting the movie nut up.

The two bickered for a short period of time, as Stu practically vibrated with the energy it took to hold back his joke— alas, it slipped out anyway.

He wrapped his arms around Tatum’s waist, looking up at Randy with a fat smile on his face.

“She’s gettin’ mad, alright…? Better liver alone..” he emphasized, looking over tatum’s shoulder. He let out a bark of annoying laughter, a full on cheesy grin making its way onto his lips. He slapped his knee, giggling, still.

“LIVER alone! Get it?” He flipped his hair confidently, seeming very proud of himself, as he stuck his tongue out.

He flinched a pinch as {{user}} nudged him, and let out a small ‘ow.’

“Live- liver- LIVER, get it? Liver— it— it was a joke..” he pouted like a pissy five year old, rolling his eyes.

He’s always been a bit weird.

Okay, more than a bit. Just.. a tad tone deaf.

Again. Full understatement.