City of the dead (Ghostface x reader)

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

You angrily threw the radio, and it hit the dashboard before falling to your feet.  You heard the car door's locks click, and you looked up in horror.  You saw movement in the rear-view mirror, and you looked at what was going on behind the car.  Standing there was the killer.  And he was holding up the keys to the cruiser.

He pressed a button, and the trunk clicked open.  You wanted to jump out and run, but odds are that he'd catch up to you.  But, if you were careful...

The killer opened up the trunk, and began to climb into the car.  When he got to the back seat, you threw open your door and ran back for the house.  While you had a head start to find a hiding space, the killer was struggling to climb back out from the vehicle.  

You were almost to the Macher's front porch, and you saw Dewey stumbling around, and struggling to hold himself up in the front doorway.

"Dewey, the killer's in your car!  We need to leave, now!"

"(y/n)," he said, in a questioning tone.  "I'm sorry."

And with that, he collapsed.  Then you heard a gunshot.

Standing behind where Dewey had been was Billy, holding a silver revolver.  He had shot Dewey!  You couldn't see Tatum's body behind him, and so you assumed he must've moved it.  You stumbled back a few steps, terrified.  But if Billy was the killer, then who had been chasing you mere moments ago...?

You felt someone grab your upper arms, and you looked up to find the haunting mask staring back at you.  You felt all of the blood drain from your face, and you panicked.  There was nothing that you could do.  No where you could run.  Nothing.  You were trapped.

"(y/n), how nice of you to finally join us," Billy said.

"What's going on," you asked shakily.  "You... you killed people?  You killed Tatum!"

"I didn't.  At least... not all of them."

"Give me some credit," the man under the mask begged.

"Stuart?  Let go of me," you demanded, trying to shrug his hands off of you.

"Sorry, no can do," he giggled.

"(y/n)," you heard Randy ask loudly.

"Randy!  Help me, Randy I need help," you quickly shouted.

"Jesus Stu, they were supposed to stay in the house," Randy stated angrily.

"You're in on this too?!  Who isn't at this point," you questioned sarcastically.

Stu began to lead you inside, Billy stepping to the side so that the two of you could fit through the door.  You had stopped trying to struggle against Stu, realizing it was futile.  It would be smarter to save your energy so that you could run better when you had the chance to escape.

Like you saw earlier, you noticed that Tatum's body was gone.  Randy and Billy followed, and Stu directed you towards his kitchen.  Tied up with duct tape lying on the floor was Mr. Prescott.  Wasn't he supposed to be on a business trip?  He literally said goodbye to you when you dropped that movie off for Sidney.  There was a metal bowl on the island counter top, upside down, hiding whatever was on the counter underneath it.

But what shocked you the most was the fact that Tatum was standing there, perfectly fine.  She was holding a knife up to Mr. Prescott's neck, ready to kill him.

"Finally," she groaned.  "Took you boys long enough."

"Hey!  It's not my fault!  You were supposed shout for help, not tell them to keep running," Stu complained.

"Doesn't matter, because I managed to clean up Randal's mess," Billy said.  "The next time we tell you to make sure a cop is dead, fucking make sure he's dead!"

"Hey!  At least that fucking reporter's gone," Randy stated.  "And you have me to thank for that!"

"Shut up," Tatum shouted.  "Just shut up!  We have a guest.  Shouldn't we entertain them?"

Stu finally let you go, and you were immediately grabbed by Randy.  Once again, you tried to get away.  But Randy's scrawny figure was a lie.  He didn't have pronounced muscles, but he was much stronger than you.

"Stay still (y/n)," he demanded.  "The less you try to run, the faster this ends."

Tatum handed the knife off to Billy, and Stu ripped the mask off of his head, and began to take of the dress-cloak-thing.  Randy moved to get you closer to his associates, and Billy began to hold his hand out to Stu.

"Come on, it's time," he told Stuart.

Stu handed off the costume, and pulled a little white box from his back pocket.  He held it up to his mouth, and smiled at you.

"Surprise (y/n)," he chuckled.  "What's the matter?  It looks like you've seen a ghost."

You realized that they had been the ones making the calls.  They had all been in on it.  And due to the calls you had gotten a year ago, you assumed that they were also the ones to kill Sidney's mother.  Stu handed the box to Billy as well, and he quickly cut Mr. Prescott's hands free.  Stu made his way over in case they needed to hold him back, but Mr. Prescott was too weak to fight back.

Billy began to put the cloak-dress-thing on Mr. Prescott, but not before slipping the voice changer into his pocket.  He slipped the mask over the older man's head, then pulled the silver revolver back out.

"Got the ending figured out yet (y/n)," Billy asked.

"You see, everyone else needs to die," Stu shouted, a wild smile stretched across his face.

"You're all crazy," you sneered.

"We prefer the term 'psychotic,'" Randy chuckled.

"You've seen to many movies," you told Randy, a newfound anger setting in.

"HEY," Billy screeched.

Everyone turned to look at him, shocked.  He had always been the calm, composed person in the group.  He hardly ever raised his voice.  It was one of the reasons that you were so shocked in the hallway.  And right now, knowing that he had killed people and was losing his temper... things weren't looking good for you.

Billy took a deep breath, and calmed himself down a bit.  Then he turned back to you, and spoke in a dangerously low whisper.

"Movies don't make psychos," he told you.  "Movies make the psychos more creative."

"You've gone mad," you muttered.

"'We all go a little mad sometimes,'" Randy recited to you.  "You should know that one (y/n), Anthony Perkins, 'Psycho.'"

"Now that we're done with that, can we get back to the grand finale," Tatum asked.

"Oo, this is my favorite part!  IT'S A SCREAM BABY," Stu cheered.

Billy put the revolver up to Mr. Prescott's chin, and pulled the trigger.  A sickening bang echoed through the room, and the kids around you began to cheer and celebrate.

"And now, time for the part that makes this so 'grand,'" Tate told you happily.

Stu made his way towards the island counter top, and reached out for the bowl.

"And what do we have here behind door number two," he asked excitedly.

He quickly gripped the bowl in his hands, and with all the energy of a game show host, and ripped the bowl upwards.  Underneath was a severed head.  Specifically, Sidney's severed head.