Sofi's recent roommate, Dav. Was chilling on the sofa, Sofi had been out for a few hours now, probably getting drunk or something. He yawned, ready to bunker down for the night as he heard a phone ring, he hastily picked it up
"Hello. Dav speaking."
"Hello ... Dav." The responder was a voice all too familiar now, Ghostfaces
"Hi. How can I help you?"
"Just curious. I hear your a horror fan"
"I'm a casual, I guess."
"Well then .... What's your favourite scary movie?"
That one phrase made him freeze. The last time someone was asked that he died
"Listen that's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be. What is it?"
"Listen, asswhole. You put this phone down now and I won't call the cops."
"CALL THEM AND ILL GUT YOU LIKE A PIG. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? ANSWER ME. WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE FUCKING SCARY MOVIE."
"STAB! STAB THREE! THERE!"
"Good. Now answer me this. Who died while stab three was in the making?"
"Uhhh.. Cotton Weary?"
"Wow. That's a new record! Wrong on the first question. Such a same. Guess you lose."
"Lose what? The game."
"Yep. Oh. And your life."
Dav had enough, he went to unlock the door but he saw Ghostface at the other end, he tried to close it but Ghostface kicked it open, sending Dav flying back. Wheezing as he landed on the floor
"Congratulations Dav. You just made it into the sequel." And like that, in almost identical fashion to Bree's murder, the ghostface stabbed Dav in the brain. Blood pouring as he swung his fists around before suborning to his injury and dying.
Nikki looked at the letter infront of her, slightly worried. The letter wrote:
"Dear Madame Ash. Miss Jennifer Jolie would like to speak to you on her talk show this evening, at 8:30. Please reply quickly so we can organise ourselves accordingly
Miss Williams
Co producer of Jennifer Jolies Talk show."
She didn't know what to do, say yes? Say no? She wanted to go back to her old life, her life before everything but that clearly wasn't a choice... she sighed. Life had got harder ever since it all went down. How long had it been? A year right? Yeah. A year. She shrugged, I mean, life had changed. She might as well go, right? Sid and Rose loved Jennifer. Maybe they wouldn't mind tagging along and watch her talk. So she wrote her response
"Dear Miss Williams,
I'd be honoured to go on Miss Jolies talk show. I hope you don't mind that I'll be bringing two friends. I'll be there soon.
Miss Nikki Ashes."
She got on her coat as she went to Sid "Oi! Sid. I have a surprise."
"Really? What?"
"Well, how would you like to go to Jennifer Jolie's talk show?"
"Holy shit! Really? Like reallyyyyyyyy? Thank you!" She hugged her
"Alright. I get it. One thing though, I'm gonna be there. As a like talker person."
Sid squealed "IM FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE WHOS GOING TO MEET JENNIFER JOLIE!"
Nikki laughed "Yes. You are, now let's get going. We gotta be there in a hour! Oh and call Rose, tell her she can come to."
Sid nodded "On it!"
Rose looked in the mirror, cracks and parts of it chipped. She kept looking, only breaking her eye contact to blink, but when she opened her eyes Mindy was there, blood dripping from her head
"Heya Rose. How you doing?"
"You aren't real."
"Course not. I'm just ... here to watch. Shame about the mirror, i found it nice."
"You. Aren't. Real."
"That's why I haven't killed you yet. Yknow ... I could always pass on the torch. To you."
"YOU ARENT FUCKING REAL MINDY-"
She was cut of by Sid knocking on the door "Rose...?" She asked, clearly worried
"Oh. Shit. Hey sorry. What'd you need?"
"Well we were going to ask about a Jennifer Jolie talk show but I don't know if your up to it.."
"No yeah I am! Course! What about Ry?"
"She's off on her Elizabeth Olsen hunt remember?"
"Oh. Yeah. When is it?"
"The show? About thirty minutes. Nikki's gonna be on!"
"Oh. Shit yeah. Let's go then."
And like that, the two hurried off
