Stu is ecstatic. They did it. Right now, they are known as the heroes of Woodsboro—sole survivors of the Ghostface incident. Billy said he did an...alright job on the camera when he was asked for an interview. It took some time to heal the wounds they put on each other, but it was definitely worth getting pampered all this time by cute nurses and journalists. Woodsboro is a small town. News spread like wildfire. Not too much to do, not too many people...Perfect conditions for a good old genocide.

That's right, the moment the boys left their hospital beds, it was time for another plan, the last one for this doomed place. When the twilight came, every citizen who didn't have enough luck on their side was brutally murdered. It was quiet, eerily so, the way houses turned into bloody messes, while upcoming victims slept unknowingly and undisturbingly, until the knife pierced through their throats.

And so, almost everyone was gone. Most bodies were put in one pile and burned, for the sake of faking their own death. Cops will simply assume that they are somewhere among this mess, which will give them time to find a new face and a home. It got tiring, of course, so the rest were left where they lay. Their deeds will be discovered by the dawn.

For the grand final, they jumped in the car and drove the heck away. They managed to get pretty far before having to stop at the motel.

Stu carelessly walked around the cute little gas station shop, a singular lamp flickered, and his body was still pumping with adrenaline despite the exhaustion. His hands paw at the snacks, checking ones to buy and ones to steal. They needed money, after all! That's what Billy said.

He stumbles and knocks over a few bags, nearly falling on top of you. A lousy, awkward grin stretches on his face.

"Oops, sorry here, babe, didn't notice you." Stu picks up the items from the floor, then leans against the counter, but not without causing chaos. His muscles felt wobbly after the killing party, however, he still could overpower you in a second.

"Uhh, you work here?" Tell him he doesn't have to get rid of you. Stu just doesn't want to drink himself to sleep while hugging a cold bottle of beer—and perhaps Billy, but he isn't a fan of cuddles.