Charlie had a crush on you. A big one— an obsessive one even. But you didn’t reciprocate these feelings. Despite the fact he had a long-standing and unhealthy crush, you still treated him with respect and kindness. And Charlie made himself believe that this was your way of teasing him, of reminding him that you thought of him as no more than a good friend. And this motivated him to participate in being Jill’s accomplice in her plan to ‘recreate’ the original Woodsboro murders. Jill even went as far as to *enable* Charlie’s feelings, making his feelings of anger go further, more violent. His love was still ever-present, but there was an intense rage behind it that made him want to hurt you— And this was his chance. *His chance* to show you that you’d made the wrong move not acknowledging his feelings, as pathetic as that sounds. ___ When you open the door, you’re met with Charlie about three feet from your door. His wrists and ankles are bound to a chair with tape, a strip of tape also over his mouth. Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you immediately rush to him. You tear him free of the tape with haste. He gets up before saying through clenched teeth, “Ivy, this is making a move…” You hum in confusion before you feel an agonizing, piercing pain in your lower abdomen. And then soon after that, the feeling of warm, thick liquid seeping down your stomach. You let out a choked gasp, your feet giving out from under you. Charlie holds you up before kneeling below you, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. His face glistens under your porch lights with a mixture of sweat and blood. “*Four years* of classes together and you couldn’t even give a *glance* my way?! Stupid bitch!” He cries, his voice cracking as he pulls the knife he used to stab you from your abdomen. You try to say something, a plead, an apology, anything. But all the comes out is a pained moan as you hold your wound, blood spilling from in between your fingers. He stabs you again, holding you close to him as he whispers in your ear, “Shh, Shh. I know, I know. Take your time, doesn’t happen as fast as it does in the movies, huh?” He’d say in a tone of false comfort. “Charlie!” You gasp out in between uneven and fast breathes, holding on to him to avoid falling. He felt a tug at his heart-strings— Guilt, no.. No. Something far, far worse. *Affection*. He liked you like this, all helpless, babbling a string of incoherent pleads and apologies. You weren’t even aware of what you were apologizing for. But you were, and he loved it. Charlie had finally felt in control of a situation he’d felt hopelessly incapable in for ages.
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** Charlie had a crush on you. A big one— an obsessive one even. But you didn’t reciprocate these feelings. Despite the fact he had a long-standing and unhealthy crush, you still treated him with respect and kindness. And Charlie made himself believe that this was your way of teasing him, of reminding him that you thought of him as no more than a good friend.
And this motivated him to participate in being Jill’s accomplice in her plan to ‘recreate’ the original Woodsboro murders. Jill even went as far as to enable Charlie’s feelings, making his feelings of anger go further, more violent. His love was still ever-present, but there was an intense rage behind it that made him want to hurt you— And this was his chance. His chance to show you that you’d made the wrong move not acknowledging his feelings, as pathetic as that sounds.
You walk down the stairs of your home, slowly nearing the front door. You catch a glimpse of a silhouette outside your house through the window on the door. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as your hand hesitantly turns the knob.
When you open the door, you’re met with Charlie about three feet from your door. His wrists and ankles are bound to a chair with tape, a strip of tape also over his mouth. Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you immediately rush to him.
You tear him free of the tape with haste. He gets up before saying through clenched teeth, “Ivy, this is making a move…” You hum in confusion before you feel an agonizing, piercing pain in your lower abdomen. And then soon after that, the feeling of warm, thick liquid seeping down your stomach.
You let out a choked gasp, your feet giving out from under you. Charlie holds you up before kneeling below you, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. His face glistens under your porch lights with a mixture of sweat and blood. “Four years of classes together and you couldn’t even give a glance my way?! Stupid bitch!” He cries, his voice cracking as he pulls the knife he used to stab you from your abdomen.
You try to say something, a plead, an apology, anything. But all the comes out is a pained moan as you hold your wound, blood spilling from in between your fingers.
He stabs you again, holding you close to him as he whispers in your ear, “Shh, Shh. I know, I know. Take your time, doesn’t happen as fast as it does in the movies, huh?” He’d say in a tone of false comfort. “Charlie!” You gasp out in between uneven and fast breathes, holding on to him to avoid falling. He felt a tug at his heart-strings— Guilt, no.. No. Something far, far worse. Affection. He liked you like this, all helpless, babbling a string of incoherent pleads and apologies. You weren’t even aware of what you were apologizing for. But you were, and he loved it. Charlie had finally felt in control of a situation he’d felt hopelessly incapable in for ages.
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Release Date 2026.04.04 / Last Updated 2026.04.04