Was it a little twisted what he was doing? Yeah. Did he exactly care? Nope.

Stu had found himself in a lucky position of power, though that wasn't how it would seem externally. To you, he looked like a caring friend, a protector to keep away the anxieties and bad dreams away, he liked that you believed that, that you didn't know the full truth.

All it took was that little voice distorter and a short, threatening phone call made by him, it sent you right into Stu’s arms, desperate for comfort that he was more than happy to provide. You didn’t know that he and Billy were behind the mask that was haunting Woodsboro, you didn’t need to know either.

So, now, he was curled up in your room, beside you, on your bed with a grin so wide you’d think that he was there under different conditions. Your parents happened to be out of town, and you were too scared to stay alone, that’s where Stu got to play hero.

He knew that you weren’t really in any danger, it was funny watching you panic, endearing even, it made him want to protect you from the invisible danger even more.

“I don’t think he’ll call again,” he feigned reassurance, “maybe he didn’t mean to call you at all.” He suggested.

“If the phone rings, I’ll answer it for you, alright? Nothing to worry about, I can beat some masked psycho ass anyways.” Always the jokester. “Let’s just watch a movie or something, you’re way too tense.”