𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 ³

Chapter 4

you become more involved i promise guys<3 Sidney is less involved though. 

You were still in your vehicle, debating if you were doing the right decision. Sometimes, You did stuff without properly thinking. Dewey left you a message, he was on his way to Jennifer Jolie's home. 

Her reputation perceived you. 

You sighed, driving off, mumbling, "Seriously, Dewey?" You considered this, kind of odd. This killer didn't murder in Woodsboro. Or even close by. You deep down, hoped Stu would've been the one to call you. 

You grew up with him by your side, and his. Now, you didn't even really know him anymore. Meanwhile, Dewey arrives. "Stop following me, He spoke up, noticing Gale. "I happen to work for the police god dammit! She defends angrily. 

"You're not a detective, Dewey points out. Gale snapped back, "Neither are you, Magnum P.I." Dewey chuckles. "Gale, your engine's still running."

"Fuck!"

They both run inside, Tom Prinze greeting her. "Gale Weathers. What a surprise, He smirks. She rolled her eyes. "Tom Prinze, tanked as usual. That's a shocker." 

"Hey I really liked that piece you did on me last month. The one where you said my car accident was caused by me drinking and drugs, and how I faked the tire blow-out just so my insurance wouldn't sky rocket."

"Heh, well, that's TV journalism for ya. Stage the news to boost ratings."

"Really, cause that stunt lost me the lead role in Roman Polanski's latest picture. Huh, what a coincide I was picked up by Roman Bridger. Well, not exactly the Roman I wanted. Get my point? STAB 3 is bullshit. Fuck, because of your big mouth I'm here, drinking piss water SCOTCH with Second rate fucking celebrities like Jennifer Jollie and yourself! Hey, I just got an idea. Maybe I should Have a look at your break line. That your car over there?"

Gale shoves him, clearly she disliked him, like he disliked her. "I think we should go inside. I have to have a talk with the cast. ALL OF YOU, She announced. Shoving everyone inside, Tom laughed. "You mean what's left of us. Yeah I'm running on empty anyways. Gotta refuel."

Inside, Jennifer is crying hysterically. "You! How can I ever get any fame playing you!" "Dewey, what the hell is she rambling about now? Gale asked." What's wrong Jen, see yourself on one of those USA NETWORK winners you did and realize how badly you suck at acting?"

"God damn you Gale Weathers! Jennifer spat." Don't you see? The killer is choosing his victims as they die in the script! Cotton Weary's character was the first one to get offed. So was his girlfriend - but she wasn't cast yet so his real girlfriend was killed - then Sarah Darling's Candy, and now me!"

"Wait a second, whoa! Calm down! Number one there were five different versions of the script given out. Cotton Weary was given a fake script because he was only being offered the role. It only had fragments of real scenes from the actual script. And what, I die in STAB 3?"

She rips the script from Jennifer. "AND I DIE NAKED?! UGH! This is complete bullshit. Who wrote this piece of crap?" Jennifer replied, "I know right. It was kinda weak. That's cause Will Kennison only wrote a rough treatment of it. The script was written by some new guy. He wrote Arlington Street."

"Still that was a much better movie, I saw it at the premiere last week, Gale finished. "God, what the hell am I getting sidetracked with this shit for?! We've gotta get down to business." Angelina Tyler pipes in, "What are you talking about? Because of this shit I'll probably never act in a Hollywood film again."

After Tom's disgusting flirting, He went off somewhere to find Angelina, promising he would be right back, classic horror movie phrase. He probably is being murdered off right now. Some time passes, now everyone is pacing nervously.

"Shit! Where the hell are Tom and Angelina? Jennifer spoke nervously. "I don't know. Screw them. Look, what's important is that we stick together. No matter what. If anyone is next it's you or me Jen, Gale replied.

"What about (Y/n)?"

"What about her?"

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Of course, they assumed the worst. Dewey spoke, "Ssh. Maybe it's Tom or Angelina. I'll get it." "What if it's the killer? Jennifer asked worriedly. "Oh use your brain drama queen! Gale snapped. "Do the killers ever knock on the fucking door? Ever see Jason do that before burying an axe in some big titted blonde's head? Or maybe Michael or Chucky? Huh?"

Dewey reaches  for his holster, sort of confident. "Don't worry. I'm prepared for anything." Gale commented, "Amen boy scout, now answer the fucking door!" While making more comments, the power goes out. 

"Alright don't panic! Just a fuse! Dewey spoke calmly. He opens the door, Angelina's corpse right in front of him. Mostly everyone screams. "Hurry! Everyone out the back way! Now! Dewey instructs.

Somewhere in the house, a phone rings. "Who's phone? Gale asks. "Oh shit it's my cell! Jennifer responds. Dewey instructs, "Answer it!" Jennifer picks up. 

"Hello?"

"Hello Jennifer. Wanna play a little game?"

Jennifer announces, "It's him! It's the killer!" Grabbing her phone, Gale responds on the phone, "Listen you sick bastard, what the fuck do you want?"

"What's your favorite scary movie Gale?"

"I dunno but I can tell you that yours will be the home video footage of me sticking my foot up your ass! Now come out and fight like a real man you pussy!"

"I just might!"

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When Dewey informed you of Ghostface, You decided you would spend the night in the hotel, see him in the morning, hopefully. Now, morning arrived. You sighed. Meanwhile, Dewey was in Kincaid's office.

"Whoever it is, now is taking credit for Maureen Prescott's murder,  Kincaid informed Dewey and Gale. "But we know who killed Maureen Prescott, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher. I mean, they even told Sidney and (Y/N) how they did it! Gale piped in.

"Yeah, but, if I'm not mistaken, you said in your book that Sidney got it wrong before. She accused Cotton Weary of murdering her mother, and he was sent away for it! Maybe there is a third killer. Sidney or (y/n) Might know something."