𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 ; scream queens

𝐱𝐥𝐯. thanksgiving accusations

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
scream queens, scene forty five
"thanksgiving accusations"

EVERYONE STAYED seated as Chanel #3 stared down Dean Munsch, who was filling her plate up with snacks as she waited to be accused of being the Red Devil.

They all watched impatiently as she filled her plate, "Now that I have my snacks, you may begin with your clearly desperate attempt to prove I'm a killer." She said smiling, "Oh wait, Weston, would you mind opening a bottle of red for mama?"

Wes rolled his eyes, standing up as Grace grimaced. "Hey, all!" Everyone looked towards the doorway to see Chanel #5 walk in, holding a pot, "I brought some of my famous eight meat stuffing. It's beef, venison, alligator, buffalo, rabbit, goat, rattlesnake and spam." She said happily.

"Ew." Abby grimaced, covering her mouth as Dean Munsch eagerly waved #5 over. "I cut all of the meats super thin, so that you're guaranteed every meat in every bite." Abby continued to gag.

"When'd you get here, Chanel #5?" Zayday questioned, walking in as she took her seat back next to Abby, "I thought you said you were leaving forever or something like that?"

"She says stuff like that but never really follows through." Chanel #3 shrugged as #5 smiled awkwardly, looking around, "Well, I, um, I actually did go home but apparently my family forgot to tell me that they were going to the Maldives this year for thanksgiving, so..."

Everyone looked at her confused and some sympathetic. #5 smiled at them nervously, "I'm fine!" She spoke, sitting down as #3 rolled her eyes, "Sure, whatever. You came just in time for me to tell everyone why I know Dean Munsch is the killer."

"Question: How could Dean Munsch be the killer when she got attacked by every killer in her own home, alone. I mean, it's pretty far stretched to fake an attack that literally nobody would be able to witness." Abby pointed out, shrugging.

Chanel #3 rolled her eyes, "Who is the only person we know who has a more clear and obvious motive for killing Kappa's then Dean Munsch?" Dean Munsch sighed, "Than, Dean Munsch. Than. Not then, than."

She corrected her annoyed, "Have you ever even cracked open a book? Or attended a class?" She laughed, sipping from her wine, "God. I hate you people."

"Hey! I just defended you." Abby called out, crossing her arms with a huff. Dean Munsch shrugged. #3 stared down at her, "Exactly. You hate sororities and you hate Kappa Kappa Tau, and when you couldn't just kick us off campus, you made sure no one pledged but losers and then started removing us from school the only way you could... murder."

Grace stood up, glass in hand, "She has a point, Dean Munsch." Abby rolled her eyes and groaned as Grace walked towards Dean Munsch, "You were there that night in Kappa 20 years ago and no one knows what happened to the babies. It makes sense that you could have taken them and raised them as your killer pawns in service of getting revenge on a place that you consider to be evil."

"I'm just saying, I think you guys are wasting your time, because everything you are talking about, we practically already figured out." Abby spoke up, leaning back in her chair with a sigh.

#3 looked at her annoyed, "I stand by words. And I know for a fact, that they are true." Dean Munsch scoffed, "Really? That's quite a reach." Zayday stood up, "Not really."

Abby looked at her with slightly widened eyes as Zayday walked towards the others, "You did say just the other day that the only way to live is to play the long game. Spending 20 years plotting for payback on a crime you consider to be horrible is exactly the kind of thing that you would do."

"And of course, you would wait until the daughter of the ringleader of that crime arrived on campus." Grace spat out. "Oh, my god, why do you make everything about you?!" Abby groaned.

"I really hope you can come up with something better than that." Dean Munsch said smugly. Chanel #3 scoffed, "Oh, I can. I can prove that you're the only person in this room we know for a fact is a murderer. I saw you in the coffee shop the other day, reading one of your old playgirl magazines. I didn't look that closely but what I did see was your meal. Baked lays, a pickle wedge, a blondie and a half eaten bologna sandwich."

Abby slightly rolled her eyes, staying silent as Grace placed her glass down, glaring at Dean Munsch, "Wait. You are allergic to bologna. That's the whole reason they knew you didn't kill your ex husband." #5 looked around confused, "No, you can't be allergic to bologna or any other lunch meat. People who are allergic to those things are affected by the sulphites in them, which are plentiful in the spam thats in my stuffing that you're eating right now."

"And the red wine you're washing it down with. Feel free to call the police now, Dean Munsch, or I'd be perfectly happy to do it for you." #3 spoke smugly, smirking. Abby stayed silent, staring at them with an unreadable expression.

"Wait." Everyone turned to look at Wes, who stood up with a sigh, "There's something I need to say first. Something that's been... eating at me for the longest time. Now, I'm not saying I know who the killer is, but I just... just want to talk it through."

Grace scoffed, "What? Dad, who do you think the killer is?" She gestured to Dean Munsch angrily. Wes shook his head, "I'm sorry, Gracie... but I think the killer might be... you."

Grace's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open, everyone turned to look at her suspiciously. Dean Munsch smirked as Abby stifled her laughter, smirking with her arms crossed, staring at the girl with amused eyes.