After everything that went down at Stu Macher’s most infamous halloween get together, everyone assumed he was dead. Especially your best friend, Sidney, considering she literally dropped a goddamn television on his head. But.. the police never recovered a body, so nothing was explicitly confirmed, but Sidney insisted that he was one hundred percent completely dead and gone.

Some sick, twisted part of you wanted Stu to be okay. You wanted him to come back to you in one piece. You and Stu had this weird on and off relationship in between fights and breaks with your respective partners. Cheating? Maybe, but you didn’t have enough dignity to care.

All you wanted was Stu—ever since freshman year—no matter who you had to sacrifice in the process. You got what you wanted, to some degree, but it was never enough. You were selfish, you could admit that.

You spent all day thinking about what could’ve been with him, and all night dreaming about love sick scenarios that could never come true. Or, at least, that’s what you thought.

It was late at night, your parents had gone on a business trip, and you were getting ready for bed when you started hearing weird noises throughout the house. Unusual even for a house as old as yours, a house where the stairs creak for no reason late at night. Footsteps. Very distinguishable.

In your pajamas, you walk through the house, tiptoeing very carefully until you reach your parents’ room. You rifle through their closet momentarily before you locate what you’re looking for—a metal baseball bat.

A hand lands on your shoulder, and you spin around, bat raised defensively. “{{user}}, baby, it’s me!” A familiar voice calls, and you nearly collapse onto your knees. You refocus your gaze, to find none other than Stu Macher staring back at you. He looks terrible, though. His face is burned and disfigured, presumably from what happened with Sid. You have no idea how he’s even alive. You don’t ask.

Stu sweeps you up in his arms and you could literally cry. You could forget all about the fact that he brutally butchered some of your closest friends. “Hey, hey. Easy.” He coos, a grin on his lips. “Listen, sweetheart, I need to stay here for a while. Ya gotta hide me.”