DON'T ANSWER THAT CALL! (SCREAM X READER)

THE START (not really)

"Friday the 13th!" I say happily. I then hear what I think was a chuckle. I forgot to mention the guys voice sounds hot I guess. Just wanted to mentioned it here. "You chose that movie out of all the other's ones? There are plenty of better ones."  I HATE THIS GUY WHAT TEH EHLL. 

"Actually fuck you for that." I practically almost yelled. "Calm down, didn't mean to piss you off" I'm tired of imagining the voice so imma just say he. 

"We talked enough haven't we?"  "Do you trust me enough to tell me your name now?" 

"No. But why do you want to know so bad?" "I'm curious.." 

"Well..I wanna see who I'm looking at." He gives a dry chuckle. My heart drops. 

"What did you just say..."  "Nothing." He says condescendingly.

"But I heard you clearly say that you wanna know who your-" "Why did you even ask?" 

"Because I wanna hear you say it yourself."  Looking up from the counter, I look all around especially the back door. I can barely see shit it's that dark. I hope that guy isn't wearing all black or something. "Well whatever, you're scaring me...I'm done." My finger gets close to pressing the hang up button. "Wait! Hold on a second-" He yells but before he can get another word in, I already hung up. "Can you do the talking next time" I say to Casey. "Did he say anything bad? I'm sorry I didn't know that you both would talk so much-" "No your fine..the guy wasn't tho.."

"Did you happen to lock all the doors?" "Why.." "No reason." I shrug. Both of us start walking back to the living room, I'm surprised that popcorn isn't done yet. Then again the damn phone rings. 

We both freeze. I feel like I can't breathe, god this is like more scary than I had hoped for. "Is it that same guy..?" I cringe at the sound of the phone ringing. God I hope not. "Maybe he'll stop...and get a life or something, CASEY I'M SCARED!" I cry going to hug her. She accepts my hug and hugs me back a bit tighter. "This is stupid," She whispers gently pushing me away, heading towards the phone. "Just ignore it, Casey."  Worried, I begin catch up with her. Her hand shaking as she picks up the phone.

 I nervously stand next to her. Waiting for her next move, she quickly puts the phone up to her ear. "Alright what do you want you asshol-" Casey jumps back. My eyes start looking all around the place. Then they land back on Casey which..her face pale white, her body shaking more than it was before. "Casey..let me take the call, you don't look well." Gently grab the phone from her. 

"Can you stop calling us! Goddamn..!"  "What are you gonna do if I don't?" He laughs. 

"I'm gonna..." "uhhh" 

"You're gonna what?" 

"I'm gonna get my buff and strong boyfriend to beat the shit out of you! Also my boyfriends name is Steve."  Casey gives me a confused glance. "What are you even talking about Y/n?" 

"Oh how stupid you are..I already know you don't have a boyfriend.."  "Well how would you know?" 

"Because.." 

"I would have killed him already."

"That's not..nice?"  "Just turn on the patio lights.."

Why am I even listening to this guy? Anyways I turn those lights on, only to see. Casey's actual boyfriend named Steve looking rough...he was tied up to chair and looked like he got beat up bad. How the fuck did we not see him?? "Oh my god Steve!" Casey wails running towards the sliding door to unlock it. I think it's a good time to put that phone on speaker. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."  "Steve.." "Why wouldn't she want to do that..?" 

"Because if she does, Steve gets it." 

"Oh god." 

"Well how do we not make Steve die?" "All you have to do is play a simple game." 

"What kind of game?" What is this fucker doing?? Casey cries Steve's name, pushing herself against the glass door. This hurt to watch. WHO would do this..I don't think that matters right now. I turned away...everything just feels so hopeless now. 

"Horror movie trivia." I could hear the smirk in his voice. Wait. "Guess all the questions right, and I'll let Casey's boyfriend go..get one wrong and he dies." That's not fair what the hell. 

"I'll start you with some warm up questions, who's the killer in Halloween?" 

Oh I know this one! Casey tries her best to wipe her tears away. "Do you'll he'll actually fulfill his promise?" She sniffles. "Don't worry Casey, I'll save us all." "How..?"  "You'll see."

"The killer was Michael Myers," I answer very smoothly. "I know that wouldn't be a challenge for you, so this next one goes to your friend." 

I hand Casey the phone, I forgot it was on speaker. "Your question is who was the killer in Friday the 13th?" 

"Casey! I know this one-" "Ah Ah, you can't help her"  "You bitch-"

Casey looks stumped as she looks at everything all at once. "Oh.." 

"Better choose an answer quick, Steve's counting on you"  I wanna hurt this guy.

"It was Jason!" "CASEY" 

"You chose wrong. He didn't even show up until the second movie." 

"oh god." Tears began to flow from her eyes, as she whips her head back to Steve. I do as-well. Since the lights were off, we both couldn't see what happened. But got the noises were enough. It hurt, my brain was overwhelmed from everything. Steve's pained screams didn't help either, I wish he could die faster so I wouldn't have to hear this anymore. I can't even imagine how Casey's feels right now. The patio lights suddenly switch back down and why did they even turn back on? 

Steve's corpse. His corpse yeah, his head thrown back with no life in his eyes. Blood was everywhere..his stomach craved up as his organs poured out. IM SO SICK. Casey screams and turns away. I cover my mouth feeling this awful feeling in my stomach. Everything is going so wrong. I just wanted a normal sleepover and all I get is whatever sick game is happening now. The damn voice interrupts my thoughts. " I now have another question for the two of y'all."

"Which door do you think I'm at now? The front door or the patio door?" 

"Oh my god can you shut up?" 

Right as I said that a fucking table flys through the sliding doors. Glass shards flying everything, I jump back. Casey lets out another scream as she backs up. I stumble back to my feet and run over to her. "Look Casey, give me the phone and I'll call the police. You go somewhere and hide!"

"You can't do that Y/n-" "At least go hide!"  "O-okay"

I watch as Casey runs off, I go to the living room and start dialing in 911 (yes we did hang up earlier) Everything going to fast, It's not even a hard number to dial in, I think I'm gonna die. As soon as my head becomes more clearer some asshole knocks me out. The phone guy, I'm pretty sure he did it. 

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(A/N uhhh this is so dumb)