City of the dead (Ghostface x reader)

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪

You had almost managed to exit the kitchen when the phone began to ring again.  You sighed and shook your head, and made your way back over to the phone.  You were just going to tell this guy off, then hang up again.  Before you could even say 'hello' or anything, the dude started talking again.

"Why would you hang up on an old friend?  We weren't done talking yet," he asked.

"Look buddy, there's 900 numbers for that.  And what do you mean by 'old friend?'"

"You don't remember me?  This is even better than I thought," he chuckled.  "I told you to stay put when you heard the sirens.  You didn't listen!  And like I told you... you're going to regret it."

"Listen up chucklefuck," you began.  "I am not some random kid that's going to get scared, when let's be honest, you're probably not even in the same state!  You want to play an elaborate prank, I can't stop you.  But for the love of god, stop wasting my time!"

Before he could argue further, you hung up once more.  In all honesty, you were a little freaked out.  But you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him know about that.

How did he get ahold of your phone number, let alone know about the sirens thing?  And how did he know that you ignored his warning?  And how did he get Casey's phone number?  These seemed like too many 'coincidences' lined up to be normal, but you didn't want to think about that.  Besides, you were a bit busy dreading the conversation you were about to have with Casey.  You weren't really sure why you came here.  Sure, homework sucked, but this was going to be far worse.

"Casey," you called out hesitantly.

"What?!  Can't you see I'm busy?!"

"We're not going to be having popcorn."

"What?!  You FUCKING IDIOT!!"

Yeah, 'The Bearer of Bad News' giving the one who made the name some bad news.  How ironic.  As if things couldn't get worse, the phone started to ring again.  Casey glared at you and pointed at the couch.

"Sit down, and touch nothing," she demanded.  "I get to go fix your mistakes.  If the doorbell rings, answer it."

And with that, she made her way back into the kitchen.  You followed her orders, and started to think about Tatum.  She gave you similar instructions, knowing just how big of a failure you were.  But with Tatum, she went about it in a kind way.  And it was mostly done in a joking tone.  That way, if you did want to contribute to whatever the group was doing, or you started getting upset feeling useless, she was quick to give you a task that you could handle.  Casey... she was just a bitch.

"Well, the first one was, but the rest really sucked," you heard Casey say in a flirtatious tone.

You shook your head.  She was really flirting with someone over the phone?  Was it creepy phone dude?  If so, wasn't she dating Steve?

"Why?  You wanna ask me out on a date," she giggled.

She kept flirting with the mystery phone person.  But then, her face fell.

"What," she asked shakily.

She quickly rushed over to you, and held out the phone.

"He wants to talk to you," she informed you.

You took the phone, and heard the creepy phone guy chuckling.  You could only imagine what he said to the class slut.

"What do you want, asshole," you asked.

"Come on now (y/n), why are you being so mean," the man giggled.  "I just want to talk."

Your face paled.