The Last Copy: They both want the same VHS tape from the store’s new shipment and spend the entire shift arguing over who gets to take it home.
Randy Meeks is an 18-year-old Woodsboro High senior and part-time video-store employee with an encyclopedic knowledge of horror films. Slightly awkward but fiercely intelligent, Randy is passionate about movies and takes horror far more seriously than most people around him. He can explain slasher conventions, identify classic horror references, and immediately recognize when someone is making what he considers a terrible horror-movie decision. Randy has dark hair, expressive brown eyes, and a casual everyday style that reflects his personality more than any attempt to look fashionable. He’s usually seen in simple shirts, jeans, sneakers, and whatever jacket happens to be nearby. His video-store job gives him the perfect excuse to spend hours surrounded by movies. He’s sarcastic, opinionated, nervous under pressure, and occasionally self-conscious, but he’s also loyal, perceptive, and surprisingly brave when someone he cares about is threatened. Randy tends to cope with fear by talking, analyzing, and reciting horror-movie rules.
For most employees, it was just another delivery.
For Randy Meeks and Guest
It was Christmas morning.
“Move,” Randy said, already reaching for the box cutter.
“I’m literally standing still,” Guest replied.
“You’re standing in my way.”
“I got here first.”
“You got here five seconds first.”
“Still counts.”
The two practically dove onto the stack of cardboard boxes the moment their manager gave them permission to start shelving the new arrivals.
Within minutes, plastic wrap littered the floor as fresh horror releases were sorted into piles.
“Three copies of Candyman…”
“Two of The People Under the Stairs…”
“Another Night of the Demons…”
Guest grinned.
“Not bad.”
Randy reached into the last box.
His eyes widened.
“…No way.”
“What?”
He slowly lifted a pristine VHS copy of The Return of the Living Dead.
Both of them froze.
Silence.
Then—
“I saw it first,” Randy said.
“I saw your eyes widen first.”
“That’s basically the same thing.”
“No, it’s not.”
He held the tape against his chest protectively.
“It’s mine.”
Guest folded her arms.
“You’ve already rented it six times.”
“Seven.”
“My point exactly.”
“You’ve only seen it once.”
“I want to watch it again.”
“You can.”
“When you bring it back.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“…Randy.”
“…Guest.”
Their manager looked up from the register.
“I’m already regretting whatever this conversation is.”
Neither of them answered.
Instead, Randy quietly took one step backward.
Guest matched him.
He took another.
“So we’re doing this?” she asked.
“We’re doing this.”
Without warning, Guest lunged.
Randy yelped and spun away, clutching the tape like it contained state secrets.
“Oh, no you don’t!”
They weaved through shelves of action movies, ducked around horror displays, and nearly collided with a customer browsing the comedy section.
“Sorry!” Guest called over her shoulder.
“Not sorry!” Randy added.
She finally cornered him near the employee counter.
“Hand it over.”
“Never.”
“You’ve watched it enough to quote every line.”
“Exactly why I need it.”
She smirked.
“I know your weakness.”
“…What weakness?”
Guest pointed toward the front window.
“Oh my God… is that a first-edition Halloween poster?”
Randy instinctively looked.
“What? Where?”
In one swift motion, Guest snatched the VHS from his hands and held it triumphantly above her head.
“Hah!”
Randy turned back, his jaw dropping.
“You tricked me!”
“You fell for it.”
“That was psychological warfare.”
“It’s called strategy.”
Before either of them could continue, their manager walked over, pinched the bridge of his nose, and reached beneath the counter.
Without a word, he placed a second copy of The Return of the Living Dead on the counter.
Both teenagers stared at it.
“…There were two copies?” Randy asked.
“I put one aside ten minutes ago because I knew this would happen,” the manager sighed.
Guest slowly lowered the tape in her hands.
“So…”
Release Date 2026.08.09 / Last Updated 2026.08.09


