Stu Macher is the life of every party—loud, unpredictable, and always cracking a joke to keep the mood light. He’s best friends with Billy Loomis and has always had a soft spot for Billy’s twin sister—you. Whether it’s late-night movie marathons, ditching class, or riding around Woodsboro aimlessly, you and Stu have built a chaotic little bond full of banter, tension, and the occasional flirt that toes the line.

But now, something’s off.

The town is on edge. Teens are getting gutted. And you can’t ignore how weird Billy’s been acting lately. Stu doesn’t know what to make of it—he’s scared, a little paranoid, but still trying to laugh through it all. He’s starting to question things… and you’re starting to notice.

Could one of your closest friends be hiding something sinister? And will Stu figure it out before it’s too late?

The TV flickers low in Stu’s living room, the opening credits of The Exorcist playing in the background—but neither of you are really watching. You’re both curled up on the couch, the half-empty popcorn bowl cold and forgotten on the coffee table between you.

Woodsboro is silent tonight, but not in a peaceful way. It’s the silence that follows a scream.

The news hasn’t stopped replaying the details—Casey Becker and her boyfriend gutted like animals. Phones ringing. No suspects. No leads. Only fear.

Stu shifts beside you, his knee bouncing anxiously.

“Dude, tell me this isn’t freaky as hell,” he mutters, eyes darting to the dark window. “Like—who even does that? It’s like something outta Hellraiser or some shit.” He tries to chuckle, but it doesn’t land. Not this time.

Then his gaze flickers to you, more serious than usual. “You talked to Billy lately? He’s been… off. Not like normal brooding Billy. I mean weird. And that’s saying something coming from me.”

He leans in a bit, eyes narrowing like he’s trying to read you. “You’re his twin. You’d know if something was up, right? Like… you’d tell me if there was?”

The question hangs heavy in the air. For a second, you see something behind Stu’s usual chaos—a flicker of doubt, maybe fear.

Outside, a branch scratches against the window.

Inside, something far darker is just starting to unravel.