Author's Note:

Good news everyone!

My computers entire memory was erased (including all my numerous files) and everything was started a new. I have Microsoft Word again! So I can write comfortably again. Too bad Stevo doesn't remember the good times we've had.

Anyway… I'm sorry I haven't written in forever and a day. I'm sorry that I left you all with a smidge of a cliffhanger. I mean, since my last chapter I've been to Texas and Ohio (where I went to my friend Arielle's house. You hear that Kayleigh? If you picked up your phone you would know!).

Thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing! You all rock! Now, I dedicate this chapter:

To Peggy Sue and one starry night.

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"Gale fucking Weathers!" Stu paced back and fourth in Randy's room, waving his hands around emphatically. He repeated slowly, "Gale fucking Weathers!"

Randy was seated on his bed as he leaned his chin on his clenched fist with a sigh. He looked at the frantic Stu and commented calmly, "Yeah. I get it. Gale is here."

"But why is she here?" Stu paused his pacing, faced Randy and looked at him as if the video store geek knew all.

"She's out for world domination!" Randy answered. He added sarcastically, "It's not like six murders have anything to do with it."

"Six? Since when are there six?" Stu questioned as he returned to the back and fourth steps he was making before he stopped. "I mean, how could they know about Brock already?"

"They consider Stevo one of the victims, I guess…" Randy answered unsurely.

Stu stopped, once again facing Randy. He eyed the sitting boy suspiciously and commented, "I'm not so sure Stevo isn't one of the victims."

"Well…" Randy considered everything then supposed, "I guess he is one of the victims. Just not ours."

"How can I believe that?" Stu scoffed. Randy stood up and insisted, "I didn't kill him!"

Stu rolled his eyes and retorted, "I think you did! You did want him dead, after all."

"So did you! So did everyone!" Randy reminded persistently. Stu's eyes narrowed paranoid-like until they shifted into amused shapes. He let out a short laugh and realized, "We shouldn't be fighting like this. We have bigger things to think about."

"You are absolutely right!" Randy slapped his hands together before ranting, "Why would they not have a cast commentary on the DVD for Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed? I mean… They had one for the first movie. Why not the second? The second movie was pretty good, too. I personally liked it."

Stu stared at his accomplice questioningly, wondering what the fuck made anyone rant about Scooby-Doo DVDs. The answer came to him quickly enough as he suggested, "Maybe you and Sara need to take a little break."

"Why?" Randy asked quickly, lostness in his voice. Stu simply reminded, "You're talking about Scooby-Doo, man…"

"You're right…" The movie geek looked down at himself disapprovingly, suddenly feeling ashamed. He sighed like someone who just quit smoking only to find some punk ass kid blowing the beckoning fumes into his face. He knew what he had to do.

Randy turned from Stu and moved towards a large bin that was located near his television set. Bending over the bin with a loving look in his blue eyes, he let out another "I-just-quit-smoking-so-back-off-my-grill-and-stop-taunting-me-Bitch!" sigh before violently digging in the bin. After a minute he stood back up with a DVD in hand, cradling it as if it was the little baby Jesus. Stu raised a single eyebrow before asking, "What's that?"

"It's True Lies," Randy answered, stroking the movie box. When Stu's skeptical eyebrow ceased to lower Randy explained, "The first step in the path of healing is remembering you're a man." Still stroking the box, he continued his explanation, "The scene where Jamie Lee Curtis is sexy dancing for the Terminator makes me remember that I'm a man. I'm a MAN, man!"

"That's debatable…" Stu taunted in a serious tone of voice. He rubbed the back of his neck, looked down at the floor and remembered Brock's corpse. The thought of Randy murdering a guy from The Real World gave him an idea. He tilted his head up, a wicked look on his demented face.

"What?" Randy questioned fearfully. He mistook Stu's menacing stares for looks of arousal and stepped back a bit. Stu smirked at Randy's alarm, figuring that he and his twig-likeness intimidated the geek. Stu tapped his own chin in a contemplating fashion before declaring, "I have an idea!"

"Does it involve Jamie Lee Curtis?" Randy asked hopefully. Stu simply shook his head and Randy thought, Damn…

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Jenna walked between Kayleigh and Chip, a relaxed look on her face. She wasn't really troubled by the fact that Stu and Randy were freaking out over some news reporter with nice streaks. She knew that it wouldn't be difficult to find things out from Stu. She had something Stu wanted (like most girls did) and would use that to her advantage.

"You know…" Kayleigh began in a stoner-like accent. This made both Jenna and Chip look at the girl as the traveled to their soon to be reached destination. Kayleigh looked at each of them, making sure they were paying attention before she dived into a label-filled ramble. Seeing that she had the green light she continued (still using the stoner voice), "Our little Scooby Gang is like completed. We've got the Fred character, also known to us as Stuey. Jenna, I hate to say it, but… You're like a Velma-Daphne Twizzler…"

She paused and waited for the purple haired girl to comment. Immediately the offended Jenna inquired, "Why am I part Daphne?"

"Because…" Kayleigh thought about it and answered (adding random hand gestures to emphasize her absent point), "You are the one everyone wants to split up with when we all go look for clues. Fred wants you to hold his flashlight, Chip wants you to carry his torch, and Randy probably wants you to help him with his magnifying glass!"

Chip mouthed the word torch in amusement before laughing silently to himself. Jenna peeked at Chip, a fleeting grin on her face. Then she waved her hand dismissively as a way of giving permission to continue. Kayleigh did continue, "Don't tell Sara but I fear that she may be the Scrappy character. Randy is…-" She looked lost as she questioned, "Who would Randy be?"

Jenna considered the question then answered in a lost voice, "I just don't know, Velma…"

"I'm Velma?" Kayleigh wondered. Jenna answered with a nod, "Your underplayed like Velma." When Kayleigh looked offended Jenna apologized, "I'm sorry but its true."

"I know…" Kayleigh admitted in defeat.

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Randy listened intently to every word Stu said from his seat across from Randy, on Brock's bed. Stu's sense of humor had taken a momentary pause during his explanation of "the plan". It took him a few months after the incident in Woodsboro to realize that he no longer was going to be the little "lapdog" sidekick to a greasy haired little bitch. If this were a scary movie (which it was n the minds of the two college killers) there would be no doubt in the audiences' minds that he was the big, bad, Puff Daddy killer and was in charge of the operation. Back in Woodsboro it would be easy to become mistaken with who played the role of killer and who played the sidekick. Sure, Billy had major "Look-at-me-I'm-a-killer" qualities but that didn't mean anything. It's like no body even cared who was doing the actual murders. Who's bright idea do you think it was to kill Casey or Principal Himbry? Who do you think actually succeeded in killing their girlfriend? Who do you think killed Kenny the Cameraman and stabbed Deputy Dewey while someone was playing dead? It sure as fuck wasn't Billy Loomis…

Once Stu finished talking of "the plan" Randy just nodded, thinking over everything with a wincing look of silence disapproval. Noticing his need to say something, Stu asked annoyed, "What's wrong?"

"Well…" Randy glanced at Stu then down to his own folded hands and replied, "You're going in the right direction with this but…" He searched for the perfect words and they finally came to him. "In the first Nightmare On Elm Street when all of Nancy's friends started getting killed by Freddy and she was the only one to survive why do you think no one suspected her during her return in the third movie?"

Stu waited a moment, making sure this wasn't a rhetorical question then answered uncertainly, "She was a victim still."

"And what will we look like to the media?" Randy nodded with a smile, glad that Stu understood.

"Killers!" Stuart (that's right, I used his Christian name) clapped his hands together proudly.

Randy frowned and sighed, shaking his head with the knowledge that he himself was the actual killer. Sure, he kind of fucked up with the actual murdering thing but that wasn't the point. The point was that he was definitely the more visual member of the duo. In his mind, he was the real killer just playing the temporary role of sidekick. It was kind of like a job: you have to start from the bottom to make it to the top.

He corrected Stu, trying to make it simple and easy, "No. We'd look like victims, just like Nancy. Just like anyone else who survived."

"But everyone knew Freddy was the killer!" Stu pointed out in an "I'm-smarter-than-you" tone, a smug look on his face. The smugness quickly vanished as soon as Randy pointed out, "Not everyone believed in The Dream Demon…"

Stuey's mouth hung agape as his eyes shifted around in search of a clever response that would launch him to the top pedestal of killers again. Finally he said, "Shut up, you big loser."

Before Randy could defy his newly received command a knock sounded at the door. He moved to open the door but the knocker beat him to it and flung open the door. Jenna entered the room, skipping in cheerfully. She looked around and when her eyes landed on an annoyed Randy her happiness subsided and a child-like pout appeared; it was a look that silently asked for permission to enter the territory she already envaded.

Randy rolled his eyes and said in a way that he would to his sister Martha, "Jenna… You gotta quit doing that. I need my privacy."

Their eyes were locked until Jenna replied insincerely, "Sorry." She then skipped over to Stu and kissed him on the cheek. She explained simply, "I'm just here for a little day care drop off."

She made a beckoning motion and Chip and Kayleigh entered. Chip sent Randy a "That's-right, It's-me!" look before moving beside the two girls and Stu. Stu looked everyone over and asked confusedly, "What do ya mean?"

"Well..." Jenna sighed, twisting in his arms so that she was facing her friends. "Sara is demanding that we bond and junk with just us girls so we're dropping Chippo off."

Stu raised his hands in the air and wiggled his fingers to emphasize sarcasm, "God knows we can't oppose Sara." Jenna grinned and whispered in the same sarcastic way, "Do you really think you should be talking about God?"

He grinned wickedly and lowered his head into neck, kissing it affectionately. No one else heard as he whispered back in a husky voice, "You're right. I shouldn't speak of the big man upstairs. I've been naughty. Teach me a lesson, Jenna."

She closed her eyes for a moment, with the pleasurable thought of giving him a lesson. Then when Randy made an "Ahem" casual coughing noise her eyes shot open and she leapt away from Stu, knowing what they'd have to do if she stayed near him. She grabbed Kayleigh's wrist and started tugging, heading to the door while saying, "We got to go. Bye!"

Kayleigh twisted her wrist out of Jenna's grasp and used it to waved farewell to Chip. She looked to Randy then Stu and threatened, "Be nice. He's fragile. And if you hurt him I'll sick Sara on you." Randy smiled and she added, "In a bad way!"

Jenna left the room, standing outside and waiting for her companion. As she did this Stu asked, "What do you want us to do?"

"Chip's not five. You don't have to baby sit him. Just entertain each other in a non-Deliverance kind of way." Kayleigh smiled innocently then did as Jenna had and left. This left the three boys looking at one another curiously.

Chip felt kind of like a child who couldn't handle being on his own for a single second. Well that's how he was being treated anyway. He felt a bit uneasy that he was being pulled into a group of friends so easily. Sara thought a three to three ratio would be better for everyone, hence her friendliness towards the newest member of the Scooby Gang.

"So…" Chip looked from Randy (who had returned to looking for a film to watch) to Stu and back again. "What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing really," Stu answered, not acknowledging the plotting they had done. He looked over at Randy and said boredly, "Randy's gonna watch a few movies, take a few notes. Perhaps get rid of the taint Sara has put on him."

Randy sent him a "shut-the-fuck-up" look and defended, "She hasn't tainted me. I'm just revaluating myself."

Chip searched his mind for a good movie and grinned when it finally came to him. He suggested, "I'd go with a classic. Perhaps Blood Feast?"

Randy scowled, ready to bash the boy's idea then realized what movie Chip was talking about and his eyes lit up slightly. "Now… That is a good movie."

Chip nodded happily, and asked as he looked in Randy's bin of movies, "Do you have it?"

"No, man…" Randy's face fell then lit up again as he questioned, "Do you?"

Stu immediately recognized the look they both had on their faces; it was a look Randy had oh too many times. It was the look of "The Video Geeks".

"Yeah! I have it in my car. If you want, I can go and get it…" Chip gestured toward the door.

Randy nodded with that crazed "I-like-movies!" look in his eyes as he moved toward the door. "Lets go…" Chip went with Randy and left, leading him off to his car.

They left so quickly that Stu had to take a minute to realize what happened. Finally he said in disbelief, "The fuckers ditched me!"

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Author's Note:

Sorry! That chapter is kind of pointless. The next chapter should be up in a little bit.