StAlKeRs

Thirty-One

A/N: Warning! This Long 1917 words! And the ending is rather sad. I'm sorry😭
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Later on we met up with Gale to talk about what was going on. We explained to her what we were thinking. How we think the killer is trying to recreate Woodsboro. "Okay, let's assume the killer is trying to create Woodboro," she said. Her phone rang and she picked it up. "Yes? I'll have to call you back." She hung up and turned her attention back to us. Her Cameraman who just so happens to be named Kenny was sitting on the other side of her mind his business. 

"That doesn't explain Sidney and y/n's attack," Dewey said. Sidney and I were both assigned two agents to follow us around. I didn't like the idea and refused the offer. I wasn't planning on going anywhere alone. And today I have been with Randy and Dewey so I didn't feel the need for it. "Sidney and Y/N weren't killed in Woodsboro," Dewey said. "Wasn't for a lack of trying. The killer is trying to finish what was started," Randy said. "We'll Sid and you are under protection, right?" Gale asked. "Sid is yeah. But I refused," I said. "Why?" She asked. "Because I don't feel like I need it. I've been with Randy and Dewey all day. I feel safer with them than I do with complete strangers even if they are detectives," I told her. 

Gale's phone rang again, "What?" She asked. "Tell Bob I'll call him back," she said. I laid my head on Randy's shoulder. I was completely exhausted and just wanted this to all be a nightmare and hoping I'd wake up in my room. "When'd she start smoking?" Dewey asked. Randy flung an arm around my shoulder and looked at Dewey, "Ever since those nude pictures on the internet," he said. "It was just my head. It was Jennifer Aniston's body," Gale said. "How dare they disrespect Jen like that," I mumbled and she glared at me. "Anyway, you're forgetting something. In Woodsboro, there were more victims before the homestretch-"she said and let out a sigh before continuing. 

"Tatum, my cameraman, Himbry-'' she was cut off by Kenny. "Time out! I don't need to be hearing about no dead cameraman, all right? Now, I'm warning you guys, I am a verb away from vactin' these premises. I'm gonna get me some coffee, donuts, Prozac, see if I can find some crack, Special K- "X," not Malcolm- and I'll be back when you guys start talking about something a little more Saved By The Bell-ish, all right?" Then he walked off. "Well, that was fucking dramatic," I said. "He seems a little shaky," Dewey said. "Don't worry about him," Gales said, waving him off. 

"If the killer is following a pattern, maybe we can figure out who's next," she said. "I wouldn't follow a killer's pattern," Dewey said. I started fidgeting around. I was getting that feeling like someone was watching me. I mean I normally have that feeling because of Stu but this felt different. "You okay?" Randy whispered to me. I nodded, "I just feel like we're being watched," I whispered back. "We were all involved in Woodsboro. Could be any one of us," Dewey said. "Okay. So what do you wanna do, bonehead? Sit here and wait and see who drops next?" Gale asked. "Well, I don't know. Phonehead," Dewey said. 

Gale's phone started ringing again. After a few rings Randy picked it up already frustrated with everything. "Gale's bot here!" He said. His face dropped and I just knew who was on the other line. He covered the speaking and held it away from his mouth. "It's him," he said. The world started to spin. I knew someone was watching us. "Who?" Dewey asked. "The killer. He can see us," I said and Randy looked at me. We all stood up and looked around. "Just keep him on the phone," Dewey told Randy. "What do you want me to say?" He asked. "I-I don't know. Just keep him talking and stay with Y/N. Come on, Gale," Dewey said and the two ran off. 

Randy put the phone back up to his ear. "Uh-Hi. S, Uh- what's your favorite scary movie?" He asked. I looked up at him and he just shrugged. I looked around at anyone who was on a cell phone. "Yeah? What do you care? Let 'em have their fun. So, Uh- what's up?" I went to walk away but Randy grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. When I gave him a questioning look he just shook his head. "Showgirls. Absolutely frightening. What's yours?" I could still feel eyes on me. I knew Stu and Billy were probably somewhere around watching like they usually were even with what was going on and the news vans and police around. But there was someone else watching right now and it wasn't familiar.