Sequels Suck

Chapter 23: Final

"Nobody fucking move!" 

You could only move your eyes as Debbie had a death grip on you and a knife so dangerously close to your neck you couldn't move without it hitting you. 

You glanced over to see Cotton Weary standing there Dewey's gun. "GOD DAMN IT!" He jumped on stage as everybody circled. Debbie tripped with you in her grasp. You winced, terrified of that knife puncturing your skin. Billy and Stu both had their knives out as everyone was closer to each other than what you liked. Billy still held onto the useless gun and held it at Cotton.

"Okay, okay, okay. Everybody slow down." Cotton ordered. "I have had a very, very bad day and I would like to know exactly what the FUCK is going on here!?...YN?" 

You muttered. "Cotton, she has a knife to my throat and he has an empty gun on us. I think that's what's important here." 

Cotton instantly whipped his gun at Billy who still aimed his unloaded gun at Cotton. Trying to call his bluff as Cotton raised his brows at him and adjusted his hands on the grip. Billy glared at him a moment as Stu laid eyes on the other gun you and Debbie had been fighting over. 

Stu went for it and Cotton yelled at them both before firing on the ground. "Don't you fuckers even think about it!" 

They both backed off with Cotton being the only one with a loaded weapon. Billy still held onto his to outsmart Cotton. You anxiously needed that gun on the ground knowing there was now only one bullet left in the gun Cotton had a hold of, if that.

"That still doesn't answer my fucking question, YN." Cotton growled out.

"Cotton...Meet Billy Loomis's Mother. She's the killer." 

Cotton blinked in surprise. "...What?" He backed up just to back into Derek's corpse on the ground. "Jesus christ!" He jumped away before quickly aiming the gun again. He looked on the ground behind you, gesturing with your gun. "Whose these guys?" 

"The victim behind you is Derek...And the two other killers are behind us; Mickey and Hallie." You gave, swallowing as you looked at Derek on the ground. 

"...Okaayyy." He directed his attention to Billy and Stu. His eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you?...You look familiar in a bad way." 

You answered for them. "Just two assholes that are also killers. Look, Cotton-" 

"Shut up." Cotton cut you off. 

He eyed Debbie warily as she looked over your shoulder. "So...Hi." He said with a smirk to her.

Debbie nodded and mouthed Hi back to him as she used you as a human shield.

"You're uh…"Cotton smirked while licking his lips nervously. "You're not Debbie Salt, are you? You're not with Post-Telegraph." 

Cotton tripped over a pillar and caught himself. Billy and Stu tried circling to the gun and he whipped Dewey's revolver in their direction. Stu mumbled. "This is fucking stupid playing ring around the rosey here. It's three against one!" 

Cotton jerked the gun to him. "You wanna try it? Be my guest. I'm sure your bum leg will help a lot." He directed the gun at Billy. "And I'd say YN's telling the truth considering your fingers been on that trigger but no attempt to use it." 

Stu hesitated but didn't make a move to the gun near the edge of the stage. Billy sneered at him. "You wanna take that chance, Weary?"

Cotton narrowed his eyes and Billy rolled his lips but held the glare. If Cotton recognized the killers that framed him, it was over. He'd waste a bullet on them and Debbie would slice your throat.