"You gonna go?" Stu asked.

"Probably not." Billy replied. "I mean the guy was always nice to me but I just don't feel like going.

"Ya know that's really weird man, seeing how you just killed him off in the show."

"I killed lots of people, Stu. And I believe you helped me."

"Yeah I did." He grinned.

"Anyways," he continued trying to ignore his friend's silliness as he slid his books into his bag. "People die, Stu. It's not exactly art imitating life when your aging principal with underlying health issues happens to kick it. Besides, it's not like he was stabbed to death."

"Yeah, but wouldn't that have been awesome?"

Billy frowned. "Are you gonna go?"

"Can't. Going out with Tatum."

"Oh. Hey, so like what's the deal? Are we just not going sit together at lunch anymore?" He closed his locker and the boys proceeded down the hall.

"Well, Sidney doesn't want to sit with you. Tatum wants to sit with Sidney, but she wants me to sit with her too, so I kinda have to sit with her. Sorry bro."

Billy shut down a little as he took it all in. Things apparently were going to be different now and they were going to suck for a while. That afternoon as he sat outside soaking up the sun, eating his sandwich alone on the stone bench. He chose a spot far away from where he usually sat. He did not want to see his friends talking, eating, and laughing without him. He just could not bear the pain so he just dismissed himself from it. He did not care to even see other people with their friends eating and hanging out, so there he sat back turned to the crowd, staring off across the campus. The sun felt good. It was actually peaceful in a way.

"Hey Billy!" Randy said.

Billy cursed under his breath. "Hey Randy."

"Mind if I sit with you?"

Billy thought for a moment. "Yes Randy. You know what? Yes I mind. I know that's terrible but I just can't right now."

"Is this because of Sidney?"

Billy just shot him a look.

"Cause I heard you broke up with Sidney and you're having like some kind of mental breakdown."

"I should have killed you off."

"What? Oh yeah, the show." He chuckled. "Yeah, hey I thought you made my character kind of annoying."

Billy shot him another look.

"Hey Billy, I know you're going through a hard time and all, but you're kind of mean. I thought we were friends." He started to leave.

"Wait Randy. I'm sorry. Yes, we're friends, ok. It's just that ya got to learn to shut the **** up sometimes. Alright?"

"Yeah, sure thing. Hey you ok?"

"My girlfriend breaks up with me and pretty much ruins my senior year and my life in general. I'm like the guy at the start of some crappy romantic comedy. Then the girl who's supposed to be even better than her shows up, we flirt in a bunch of stupid banter, a couple of random side plots, and then we live happily ever after. I should bump into her right after school."

"Maybe you're like in some really sad drama, like you volunteer at a nursing home or something to get your mind off it and you end up taking care of this old guy who seems boring at first but then he turns out be like some retired-spy, Nazi hunter, or silent movie director and you realize his flashbacks are way cooler than your life will ever be."

"I'd be happy with either. It's better than the more likely scenario: six months drudgery of raw sorrow and boredom. And homework."

Randy placed his arm around him. "Well, Billy, you can't pick your genre."

Billy could not help but laugh at the reference. "Get the **** off me." He threw Randy's arm off playfully.

That night Billy resigned himself to a boring night alone. His dad had to work late. He didn't feel like watching a scary movie or any of his VHS's he had seen a dozen times. He probably was just going to mope for an hour or two before he got hungry. There he laid in bed until the house got dark. He hadn't bothered to turn any lights on which he would be eventually be forced to do if he was going to go downstairs to forage for food. Even that seemed like a chore he was dreading.

He heard a tapping, scraping noise at the window. He got up hoping it was bird and not Stu trying to be entertaining by coming in through his bedroom window. He just didn't feel like hanging out with him today. He didn't want their friendship to become repetitive and stale. He pulled back the curtains to yellow, snarling teeth in a big furry dog head with reflective eyes, growling at him through the window.

He fell backwards on his butt, turned and frantically got up and out the door. He slammed it behind him. He caught his breath, but before he could process what had just happened, he heard and felt the sound of heavy running, thudding somewhere in the house, downstairs. He quickly turned the hall light on and dared to look down the steps. For a moment there was nothing until his eye caught the movement of something like a hand remove itself from the bottom of the stair rail back into the darkness.

He threw himself onto the wall to the right of the stairs, bracing his chest against it with a thud, too terrified to scream. Then to his left, the door to his father's room opened slowly. The light turned on abruptly. There was Ghostface staring down at him, then charging at him, arms raised. He fell backwards on his butt again, scooting himself away with his hands and feet desperately.

"Ah! Ah! Jesus Christ!"

Ghostface jerked his mask off. "Nope, just his humble servant." Stu said grinning.

"**** you! **** you! ****you!" he continued cursing Stu as he got up, finger pointing angrily. "And who the **** is that downstairs?"

Webbed, clawed hands slowly appeared around the corner at the top of the stairs, gripping the edge of the wall. "Here's Randy!" Randy said grinning.

"Get out! Out with both of you." He said as he tried to walk past them to his room.

The two boys then dogpiled on Billy, wrestling him back down to the floor of the hallway. Billy jerked the rubber monster glove off of Randy and proceeded to slap Stu in the head with it.

"Why you always gotta hit me with stuff?!" Stu whined.

Randy tried to grab Billy's leg, but he then wrapped both of legs around Randy's torso and squeezed the breath out of him. After just a couple of minutes, they had successfully pinned Billy, who was too exhausted to be angry anymore. The three of them lay there side by side, breathing.

"See, Randy and I thought that if we couldn't cheer you up out of your funk, we'd scare you out."

"The thing with the dog?" Billy asked.

"My grandfather's stuffed wolf head." Randy said proudly. "Stu held it up to your window with a sound tape. Then he climbed through your dad's window that I had unlocked while you were in your room."

"I should have never shown you where we hide the spare key, Stu. You guys nearly scared me to death. Seriously, I nearly peed myself. I think a little bit came out." They laughed.

"Maybe you shouldn't be friends with a bunch of drama kids." Randy waived his other gloved hand.

Billy raised his hands to his face in feigned exasperation. He was smiling. He was glad they had scared him. It felt pretty satisfying. "Arrr! Why can't you guys just leave me alone? Let me mope."

"Why?" Stu repeated. "You hear that Randy, I think he wants a motive."

"Ah. See, it's funnier when there's no motive." Randy replied.

"We're your friends and we love you. That motive enough for you?"