CHAPTER THIRTY SIX scream queens, scene thirty six "mommie dearest/the art of wax"
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"ANYWAYS, SO I went back to the Candle Juction at the Three Hills Mall, and the girl was like, 'Sorry. We did have Mrs, Claus's cinnamon brown-eye in the back. It was just hidden behind a whole bunch of stuff because it's seasonal.' Seasonal?" Jennifer scoffed.
She sat in the chair placed in front of her vanity, where her laptop sat as she recorded another one of her candle blogs. "Anyways, the first thing you're gonna notice about this candle, like the Rita Moreno daiquiri hangover, is that it has a sturdy wick."
As she tried to light her candle, the bedroom door creaked open. She rolled her eyes, slightly turning her head, "Guys, I'm recording." She turned back around, scoffing, "Sorry."
Creeping up behind her, the Red Devil quietly made their way towards her, knife in hand. "So, as far as fragrance goes, I get a lot of pine alongside the peppermint, which is so sophisticated, and part of what makes this holiday series so special."
She continued to talk to her webcam, completely oblivious to the Red Devil making their way towards her. She carefully rubbed the wax, looking into the camera, "See? You can already tell from the quality of the wax that this candle is gonna have a nice even burn."
The Red Devil continued to slowly advance towards Jennifer, smirking underneath their mask. "And believe me, that's exactly what you're gonna want as the holidays roll around."
The Red Devil stopped behind her, raising their knife above her head as she continued to talk, still oblivious, "So, what's the verdict on this one, you guys? Um, shocker! I give it five stars."
The Red Devil slammed the knife into her skull, pulling it out as Jennifer fell lifeless onto her laptop, blood pouring out. The Red Devil smirked, turning away as they started to set up her death scene.
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"I MEAN, it was just so satisfying, you know? The feeling of killing somebody you despise, ugh, there's nothing like it." Abby gushed as she paced back and forth in front of the hotel couch, where Boone sat.
"How'd you set the scene up?" He asked, leaning back as his arms laid across the top of the couch, his ankle resting on his knee comfortably. Abby smiled, "I made her into a real life human candle. Then left her on the Kappa dining table for them to find."
Boone smiled at her, "You're a pro at this, if only you were apart of this from the start, we'd probably would of have succeeded by now." Abby jokingly rolled her eyes, chuckling, "I'm not that good, babe. You're the muscle."
He rolled his eyes, "What'd I tell you about bringing yourself down?" She raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms as she glared at him jokingly, "I'm not bringing myself down, I'm saying you're better, cause you are."
He chuckled, shaking his head, "I mean, I am pretty good." She sarcastically laughed, shaking her head as she sat down next to him, "Do you think Gigi would approve?"
Boone's happy expression instantly dropped, Abby immediately noticed, "What? What's wrong?" He stood up and let out a sigh, "I'm done with her." She furrowed her eyebrows, looking at him.
"What do you mean?" Boone turned to look at her with an angry expression, "I mean, she has to go. I'm done taking orders from her, she was the one who screwed up the attack on Dean Munsch, not us. We need to get rid of her, for good."
Abby widened her eyes, staring at him, "I don't know, Boone. I don't think I'd feel okay with killing her." He looked at her in disbelief, "What do you mean? She ruined my life, Abby. She turned me into a murderer, I would've never made the decision on my own if it wasn't for her."
She stood up and walked to stand in front of him, "Boone, she raised you, she took care of you when nobody would. She gave you a life, and no, it isn't the best one, but it's still something, right?"
Boone sighed, frowning, "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I'm just angry, that's all." Abby smiled and nodded, leaning in to give him a hug, "It's okay, baby, I understand."
He hugged her back, his eyes staring straight ahead as he felt guilt fill him. He needed to get rid of Gigi, and it was going to be with or without Abby. His decision was decided.
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NEWS REPORTERS and journalists stood eagerly at the bottom of the University's steps, waiting as Dean Munsch made her way out of the building and stood behind the podium with a solemn look on her face.
"Good evening. It is with a very heavy heart that after the continued deaths on this campus and the mounting evidence that they are, in fact, the work of a serial killer, I regret to announce the suspension of all operations here at Wallace University, effective immediately."
She took a deep breath, staring out at the cameras, "This evening, at 8 pm, out in the main quad, under a peaceful oak tree, there will be a moment of silence for Jennifer, or as she was more popularly known, 'That very unusual girl with the really odd candle fetish.'"
The students stood around the oak tree, where a picture of Jennifer was placed, as candles surrounded the area. Each person held a candle stick as 'Eternal Flame' by The Bangles played.
Abby let out a small sigh, biting her lips as she stood between Zayday and Grace, though the scene was a sad moment to some, she couldn't bring herself to feel guilty about what she did.
"Wicks up!" Hester called out, and everyone raised their candles in the air. They held them in the air for a moment, before bringing them down as the voice of Dean Munsch echoed.
"Congratulations, Red Devil killer. You have won." The press instantly started going crazy, and Dean Munsch raised her hand to stop them, "I will have no further comment at this time." She turned around and left.
Abby felt a feeling of accomplishment overcome her, hearing those words that they had won, it made her happy. She let out a small smile, a breath of relief followed as she stood still, she felt her life start to finally begin.
