What could have happened…

“What’s Leatherface doing here?” Randy asked, positive that Billy was not invited. He nervously watched Billy and Sidney climb the stairs up to the master bedroom.
“Cutie came to make up.”
“There goes my chance with Sid. Damnit.”
Stu made a sour face and said matter-of-factly: “As if. That’s all I’m saying. As if.” He closed the front door and went back down the hallway.
“Oh, really, Alicia?” Randy turned around, mocking Stu. “As if.” He suddenly realized that Stu was right. But then again… “I’m gonna go check on them.” He went upstairs after them.
The bedroom door was shut. Randy put his head to the door and heard Sidney and Billy talking inside.
“…and I can’t keep lying to myself about who my mother really was,” Sidney said, then sniffed.
“This is just like in Silence of the Lambs when Jodie Foster was having dreams about her dead father.”
Damn that Billy! What does she see in him? Talking about horror movies at a time like this. At least I’m tactful…
“But this isn’t a movie, Billy. This is life.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s just one big movie.” He paused. “Only you can’t pick your genre.”
There was more silence and Randy thought he heard kissing noises. Oh, come on…
“I wish I could be in a Meg Ryan movie. Or even a good porno.”
NOOOO!!!!! Sidney, what is possibly going through your head?! He’s a killer!
He’s a killer! Wait, she can’t hear me thinking…
Stu was right. As if. As fuckin’ if…
Randy promptly left the bedroom door after a long sigh and went back downstairs.
Inside the bedroom, while kissing Sidney, Billy’s raging hormones came to a short halt as he heard a creak, then footsteps going down the stairs. Randy…
His libido resumed and he held Sidney tighter in his arms.

Later…

“Jamie, behind you. Look behind you. Jamie, uh!” Surrounded by rejection, partying and his favorite Halloween sequel, Randy had become quite drunk and was squirming around on the couch, calling to an unsuspecting Jamie Lee Curtis.
Upstairs, Billy decided to go after Randy. Sidney had bought his death scene pretty well. Everything was going as planned. Stu had chased Sidney away, hopefully killed her, and now he even had time to off Randy. That moron was just in the way, anyway. And the way he eyed Sidney all the time. Yeah, he could definitely go. He grabbed the black costume he’d hidden under the bed. Randy continued to hopelessly warn Jamie. There she was, completely clueless.
If he couldn’t save Sidney, he might as well try Jamie…
Billy, wearing the dark costume and carrying a knife from the kitchen, loomed over a beyond-tipsy Randy. What an idiot…
“Help! Help! Please!” Sidney was screaming from outside.
Billy looked out the window and saw the tiny figure of Sidney in the distance, running through Stu’s field on the side of the house. How in the world did she do that? He left Randy and took a closer look out the window.
She was getting closer to the house. Billy ran out the front door towards the news van out front, where Sidney ran.
Kenny, Gale’s cameraman, hopped out of the van to warn Randy of the killer he’d seen behind him on camera. Then he remembered…
“Oh, shit,” he muttered.
“What?” Sidney asked.
“Thirty-second delay.” Kenny turned around to watch the monitor. The killer was just turning around to leave the house. The moment Kenny turned back around, a knife slit his throat open. Blood literally poured out of the wound, then Kenny fell to the ground, dead. Sidney panicked when she saw the killer and tried to shut the door. Without warning, he stabbed Sidney in the shoulder. It startled her, but it wasn’t a bad injury, just enough to draw blood. She rummaged through all the equipment in the van and found a way out the back. She pulled herself free of a small space and ran as soon as she hit the ground.
Billy followed her, but got stuck in the van.
He looked toward the front door and saw Dewey topple over on the front porch.
Sidney screamed his name, then another costumed figure appeared. Stu.
While Billy hid in the van, Stu chased Sidney into the police car by the walkway. Stu obviously knew what he was doing, so Billy crept out of the van, crawling on the ground, making sure that Sidney would never see him. He went into the house and quickly bounded up the stairs.
Randy had fallen asleep for about twenty minutes, passed out drunk, until he heard a noise. “Huh? Is anyone there?” He thought a second. Investigate a strange noise or survive? But what if it’s Sidney? What if something’s wrong? I could be her hero! Then she’d take me over Billy! Randy saves the day! He left the house to save Sidney.
The first thing he saw was the Top Story news van. He saw Gale Weathers inside of the front of the van, panicking.
“Hey, what’s goin’ on?”
“Aaahhhh!” Gale acted on her fear and whacked Randy in the face with the car phone several times. He fell to the ground, holding his beaten head. The van started moving all around the circular driveway and Randy prayed that Gale wouldn’t run over him. It tumbled away and Randy was alone. He fought the webs of unconsciousness and got up.
God, that was a hard phone.
Randy went over to the side of the house to collect himself. He heard Sidney screaming again, then a thump, then he saw the black-clad killer come around the house.
“Oh, shit,” Randy whispered. He watched the killer take off the costume and reveal himself. It was Stu. “Oh, my God.”
Stu heard him and turned around. Randy had seen the whole thing. “You’re dead, kid. Dig a grave right now…”
“Stu, what are you doing?” He stood up and Stu backed him into the house. He grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall. “Stop! Shit!”
Stu pushed Randy’s head into the wall, knocking him to the ground. His knife was gone; he had to cripple him somehow. He lifted his booted foot and stomped on Randy’s left leg. Randy cried out when he heard something crunch.
Sid…
Randy gathered up all the strength he had left and got up, punched Stu in the stomach, and limped over to the front door. Sidney was walking in the same direction.
“Sidney!” he hollered. “Sidney, Jesus, we gotta get the fuck outta here!”
Sidney couldn’t afford to trust anyone. She pulled the gun from Dewey’s holster and pointed it at Randy. “Stop right there!”
Randy leaned on his right leg. “No! You don’t get it! It was Stu!”
“Sid, don’t listen to him!” Stu emerged from behind the house. “He did it!”
He shoved Randy down the front steps.
“No, it was him!”
“Sidney, give me the gun!”
“No, Sidney, no!” Randy wailed.
They were both begging her. She couldn’t decide.
“Fuck you both!” Sidney rushed inside and shut the front door as Randy lunged for it. She leaned against it and sobbed as she locked her so- called friends out.
Randy frantically pounded the door. Stu gave up and ran toward the back of the house. Randy battered the door until his hands turned purple, but he had to get in and warn Sidney.
Suddenly, he saw the doorknob move, He slipped through the doorway and fell into Billy. Sidney helped him up and Billy locked the door. Randy hopped to the hallway.
“Stu’s flipped out. He’s gone mad.”
Billy turned around, a different person, a killer.
“We all go a little mad sometimes.” He had the gun that Sidney had before. He raised it up…
“Billy no!” Sidney exclaimed.
“Oh, fuck!”
Billy pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Randy in the right side of his chest. He was thrown back by the impact and crashed into end tables. Randy couldn’t believe it: he’d been shot!
Sidney rushed over to him, listening to him moan in pain and watched a puddle of blood form on the floor. She looked up at Billy, the guy she used to love and trust, but still fear. After looking at Randy, now motionless, she knew why.