shitfxrbrains:

On the night of April 15, 2011, the peaceful town of Woodsboro had been disturbed by Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker, who had killed several of their fellow Woodsboro High School classmates. Dressed up in costume, secretly stalking them, along with Sidney Prescott, like the plot of some scary movie. The only survivors, Trevor Sheldon and Kirby Reed, had put an end to this 21st Century Woodsboro killing spree.

Well, that’s what the town of Woodsboro thought.

The cold truth was, Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker were just your typical teenagers. 

Jill Roberts was a 16 year old, beautiful, sweet girl. She wasn’t a killer. She wouldn’t hurt a fly. She was framed, set up.

Along with Charlie Walker, a 17 year old, horror movie loving, funny guy. Also not a killer.

Trevor and Kirby were the true psycho ones. They had grown up on all the stories of “The Woodsboro Massacre.” They knew all about it, with the help of the Stab franchise. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher? Kirby and Trevor praised them. 

So they thought of a plan, a plan that would make them the survivors. A plan that would give them the fame. They had the perfect town for it, and the perfect group of friends for it. 

Act three went down. Sidney Prescott, the soul survivor, was finally dead. Along with Charlie, Jill, Olivia, and Trevor. Trevor and Kirby’s plan actually worked out, but they didn’t have much time. 

“It worked. It actually worked. We’re good, we’re survivors baby. But now, we’re gonna have to look like survivors.”

A great man once said movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more c r e a t i v e. Everyone knew about Sidney Prescott, the whole town praised her and everything she ever was. Sidney, Sidney, Sidney– the survivor, the legend. What ending could have possibly been better? Jill Roberts, infamous cousin of the one and only Sidney Prescott, turned mad and enraged with jealousy. With the survivor gone, it was time for two new ones to step up. And they were going to get more fame than Sidney ever could.

Of course the plan came at some expense, the life Kirby had formed was completely gone. All her friends– ha, friends. Who needed them? There was no use crying over spilled milk, or in this case, blood.

She’d save her tears for the cameras.

Kirby stood in her place, green hues travelling around the room in awe at her work. There was a moment of disbelief as she marvelled at the surroundings.

She’d done it! They had done it.

Together, they were indestructible. 

And together they would get the fame they deserved.

“Just like we rehearsed.”