• Chapter 3 •

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The two friends seemed  to go quiet in that moment. The air around them could be described as even going cold. Francis's eyes averted, looking down at that dumbass stuffed animal. He swallowed nervously at the thought, two of his fingers running through the fiber of the toy's fur. "Don't you think it's a bit, early to be making assumptions? Just because Woodsboro hasn't had a crime like this,, since then." His voice lowered near the end of his sentence. Was Sam really right? It was a thought he didn't want in his mind, he knew it would boil over,, taking over every crevice of his mind till it drove him crazy. He didn't want that.

"..I dunno. It's just a thought. I mean, why would anyone kill Ryan? He was perfectly fine,, nice to everyone. Right?" Sam responded, glancing back at her friend. He only slightly looked up, some of his bangs covering his slightly saddened eyes. The goth finally let go of the toy, letting it flop down onto the mattress under the two.  He looked back up at the still blaring tv screen. The reporter was still rambling.

The young woman on screen, who still stood in front of Ryan's house, one hand holding her microphone, her other was clutching something out of frame. "As you can see here,, what I'm holding, was found at the scene of the crime." The reporter's voice quivered. Even she seemed unnerved. It took a moment, but it became clear once the young woman showed the camera what she held. It was a ghostly mask. More known, as the same type or mask Billy Loomis and Stu Macher once used. Any questions about this beforehand, has seemingly been debunked then and there.

"No way.." The blonde muttered, mouth agape at the television screen. "There is no way. It is.." She added, her eyes for not even a moment leaving the UV glare of the screen.

"That can't be real. No way." Francis choked out, watching the screen aswell in an equal amount of awe. Sam started to scoot closer to the goth, resting her head on his shoulder. He quickly wrapped an arm around her, glancing down. All he could see was her dirty blonde hair, fully covering all of her face in the position she was in. He decided to not say anything more.

"We,, should call Amanda and Johnathan, right-?" She murmured, not lifting her head up from his short. He could feel the vibration of her lips against his chest, though he didn't seem to care.

"Yeah. Best we do, right? I mean, I'm sure everyone in town has already seen the broadcast though." Francis replied, lightly patting her back before gently pulling her away so he could get up.
She sighed lightly, brushing some of her blonde locs behind her ear. "The family phone is downstairs,, we'll have to call them down there." She said, also getting up from the comforts of her mattress.

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Sam started to first dial her best friend, Amanda. She leaned herself forward onto the counter, whilst Francis rum manger through her fridge for a drink.
She twirled the cord with her index finger as she waited,, listening to the dial tone.

Ring. . Ring. . Ring . .

Amanda soon picked up the phone after the second repeat of the dial.  She hummed into the phone receiver. "Heya." She chimed into the phone. Did she not watch the news?  "Hey.. It's Samantha." She cleared her throat, giving Francis a slight disapproving glance. This signaled him to stop going through her fridge. He paused, closing the fridge door with an ironic eye roll.  "What's up? I didn't think you'd call me this early." Amanda replied.
"That doesn't matter. Have you seen the news?" Samantha asked fairly quickly, not taking her time with anything else off topic.

Francis brought a bottle of root beer to his matte black lips, just watching Samantha make her call.

"The news,,? No?" Amanda seemed to laugh, immediately not really taking her friend seriously. "Why? Is it about what happened or something-?"

"Yeah. You, remember Ryan right?" Samantha began to start explaining.

"Uh,, yeah? I dated him for a while." Amanda responded, her eye roll was apparent even though Samantha couldn't see her.

"He got murdered- the news said so-" Samantha raised her voice slightly. She was getting annoyed her childhood friend wouldn't take her seriously. It didn't matter if she didn't admit that, she knew Amanda wasn't.

Amanda didn't respond right away, she was probably processing the situation at hand now. That sense of reality hitting her finally. Not only parties, not only dating, but the sad reality of some people's fates.
"...Amanda? Are you still there?" Sam broke the static silence.

"Yeah,, Yeah. I am."

"What are we gonna do-? I,, can't fathom why anyone would kill him. He,, was so nice to me, Sam. Why?" Amanda's voice hitched, she seemed to be at the brink of tears over her ex lover. It was uncanny at most, at times, Sam was convinced Amanda had dated everyone in their Highschool. Hell know did she actually has. Most of her relationships were short lived, saying as how many boys practically drilled over her. That's it she started to wear such revealing clothes, she loved that attention.  But even though how short lived her relationships were, it still seemed like it completely destroyed her when one of them cheated or broke up with her.
"I don't know, Amanda. Just, bare with me. Okay?" Amanda huffed, trying to comfort her friend.
"You still have Johnathan. Could you check on him? I've been meaning to call him,, so he knows aswell."
"I guess I will. Though,, He better not call off the party because of it." Amanda sniffed.
"That's a bit self centered, don't you think? Samantha kept twirling the phone cord.
Francis was anxiously picking at one of his fingernails,, peeling off the black paint on one of them. "Samantha? Are you almost done with your call? I need to make one aswell." He muttered.
Samantha held up a finger, signaling that she needed another moment.  Francis just silently nodded,, going back to picking the paint off of his nails.

"I'm just saying. Wouldn't it be better if everyone was in the same place anyway? To many bystanders." Amanda scoffed.

"Your probably right. Me and Francis  are  still coming though,, I think."

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 28, 2022 ⏰

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