City of the dead (Ghostface x reader)

ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖

Randy lead you down the sidewalk, the school not to far behind.  Randy didn't even wait for Casey and Stu.  And when you suggested that was rude, he simply replied that they knew the way there, and they were probably doing some suggestive shit in the bathroom that neither of you wanted to get involved in.

"So, how far away is the video store," you asked.

"It's only a few blocks away," Randy answered.

"How busy is it?  I want to know if I'll need to fight someone while I look for the movie."

"Not that busy.  And are you sure you can put up that much of a fight?  You don't look strong..." Randy trailed off.

"Well, looks can be deceiving," you smirked.

Truth be told, you were weak as a twig.  But you wouldn't let anyone or anything get in between you and a good movie.  Even if it meant that you had to get into a fistfight with someone (even though the odds are that you'd lose).  And based on the way that Randy had been hyping this movie up all day, you were ready to fight someone over it.

"So, you like scary movies, are there any others that you like?"

"I like romance movies," you told him.  "They get so stupid to the point it's hilarious.  And it's kinda amusing how idiotic the characters can get."

"I never took you as a romantic type.  Do you like it when the people have se-"

"Don't even finish that sentence.  If that's all I wanted, I'd just go to a club or something."

Randy laughed, and began to tell you about 'Tourist Trap.'  His favorite part, his favorite kill, why he didn't like any of the villain's plot twists.  You just let him ramble, even though he was spoiling the movie.  But you couldn't really get mad or be annoyed, the movie had been out for 17 years.

"Hey, you guys left without us," Casey shouted from behind you.

"I told you we should've waited," you told Randy.

"Sorry, I have a shift that I can't be late for."

"And you didn't think to tell us that earlier," Stu questioned.

This is why people should listen to you more often!  It's almost like you knew what you were talking about!  And yet, here you were.

Oh shit, here you were.  Your dad was expecting you to be walking home right now, not to a Blockbuster.  You began to panic, and wonder if you should just turn around, and get the movie another day.  You didn't want to freak your dad out by not showing up, he deserved better than that.  Especially after everything that had happened to him recently.

"Hey guys, I need to head home," you said.

"What?  Why?  I thought you were finally beginning to get along with everyone," Casey complained.

"Oh no, I am!  I just realized I never told my dad where I was going, and he'd panic if I don't show up at home on time," you explained.

"Oh, I have a personal phone, do you want to call him quick," Stu suggested.

Before you could answer, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick rectangular device.  Holy shit, he could afford one of these?!  You knew they were all the rage with kids your age, sure, but you also knew that they were hella expensive, and hard to get your hands on.  So how the hell did Stu get one?!  You plugged in the phone number for the landline in the kitchen, and you listened to the automated voice say that no one could get to the phone, and a steady beep.

"Hey dad, it's me," you greeted.  "I'm going to a Blockbuster with some friends."

"HELLO SIR," Stu screeched.

"Oh Jesus," Randy muttered.

Casey giggled, and you shook your head.

"Yeah, so, I'm not gonna be home for a while.  I'll be home by dinner, don't worry.  I love you, and I'll see you soon," you finished.

"GOODBYE SIR, LOVE YOU TOO!!"

You sighed and hung up, and handed the phone back to Stu.  He giggled as he grabbed it, a little too amused by what he had said to your father.  You now realized that you were probably going to get a stern talking to when you got home about how 'You can be friends with anyone you want, but you need to follow the rules, and you can't let their behavior start to rub off on you,' and such.

Soon enough, the four of you made it to the video store.  Randy disappeared into the back, and you lost Casey and Stu to the romance section.  You thought they were going to look at horror...  You shrugged and made your way to the horror section, a little disappointed by how small it was compared to the one back home.  You began searching for 'Tourist Trap,' when you saw someone in a black shirt walk right up next to you.

"Here you go," Randy said, grabbing a movie off the shelf.

He handed it to you, and you flipped it over to the back to read the synopsis.

"'A group of stranded teenagers falls prey to the demented owner of a roadside museum and his army of evil mannequins,'" you read out.  "And you're telling me that this army was all human at one point?"

"What gave you that notion?"

"You literally told me your favorite part was when the old guy disassembled the dude as he was turning into one.  And you said your favorite kill was the old guy covering the girls face with plaster or plastic or something."

"Wait, you were actually paying attention to me that whole time?"

"Hey guys," Stu shouted happily, forcing himself in between the two of you.  "Me and Casey are thinking about going as Freddy Krueger and Nancy Thompson!"

"But didn't you do that last year," Randy interrogated.

"Yep!  Don't fix it if it ain't broke!"

"So Randy, how much does it cost to rent this for a night," you asked, holding up the movie.

"On the house.  Consider it a welcome to Woodsboro."

"Hey, you never give me free shit," Stu whined.

"Shut up," Randy groaned.  "You didn't just move in."

"Hey babe, how about we watch 'Four Weddings and a Funeral,'" Casey shouted over.

"Sounds like a complicated dumpster fire," Randy muttered.

"Sure sweetheart," Stu replied happily.

He began making his way over to his girlfriend once more, and you and Randy watched as they started having a make out session in the store.  You and Randy turned away, looking at more horror titles.

"What are the odds she ends up pregnant by the end of the year," Randy asked suddenly.

"Hey!  If you're gonna ask a question like that, at least be realistic," you chastised.  "I'd give them till the end of next month."

"You wanna bet?"

"Hell yeah.  I'll gamble fifteen bucks," you told him.

"Fifteen?  That's how much I make a month," Randy said.  "I'm not giving up that much money."

"Well then, I apologize, but I shall take my business elsewhere.  Thank you for the free movie."

"Yeah, but if I don't get it back tomorrow, I'm gonna have to start charging you."

"Fair enough."