𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙

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"I DON'T THINK WE HAD TO WALK, Tara whines. Sam smirks. "Exercise. It's good for you." You laughed.. She wasn't wrong. Maybe you needed some exercise after your vomit session. Since the store wasn't very far, you figured you could simply walk.

You weren't that far from the place now. You didn't even really know how long you had been walking for. You were kind of hungry, so you were relieved when you reached your spot. "Finally, Tara whined. You chuckled."I know right? My feet hurt."

You go to the best aisle, candy. "Typical, (Y/N), Goes straight to candy, Sam joked. "Oh shush, You joke, bursting into laughter. they follow behind you. "Oh, so you like candy just like me? You joke once more.

Tara smiles."I suppose you're right. we love candy!" Your phone rings. You sigh. "Hello? Look, Mindy, Chad, whoever....we're kind of busy, but if you need something you can-"

"hello, (y/n). glad we finally speak."

Your eyes widened, You didn't want to freak out Sam and Tara. So you reply softly, "Hello... I'm going to guess. You're Ghostface, huh? another copy of fhe original?"

"No. I'm something different."

You snorted, placing candy in your cart. "I've heard those words millions of times. Guess what? None of them were original."

"well... you'll see very soon. should you really trust the girl whose father is... billy loomis?"

"she isn't anything like him, you idiot."

"you shouldn't speak with strangers, should you, pretty girl?"

"you called me."

You hear him hang up. You groaned, maybe, this was one fucked up joke. "You okay? Tara asks. "Mhm, You replied. You still didn't want to freak them out. Since by now, you lived peaceful lives beyond Ghostface.

"hey there, fucker, wait in line like- FUCK!"

You could hear someone scream, you look behind seeing Ghostface stabbing the guy who yelled. Your eyes widen, you were frozen. Ghostface looked in your direction. The guy dropped to the floor, dead.

"oh my god, Sam said, grabbing you both by your hands, pulling you in an aisle. You hear his footsteps. When Ghostface comes in view, you yell,"someone help!" The cashier comes over." Go out the back door!"

Sam tries opening the door. "We need keys!" "Here... He says, handing them over, before Ghostface creeps up from behind him, stabbing him when he fell, scooting back into a wall.

Then something happened that took you by surprise. Ghostface grabbed a gun from nearby, loaded it or whatever, you didn't have much experience or education in guns, and shot it right at him.

Ghostface, at least from your experience and movies, Never had used a gun before. At least to murder his victims.

"Holy.... Fuck, You say, trying to escape from this situation. However, you had to hide so you found somewhere, another isle. further from him. Sam and Tara followed you. suddenly, there was complete silence. weren't there other people?

they probably fled when the guy died, you thought. You noticed Ghostface's mask was something different, i looked older, more beaten up. Which didn't make much sense. You knew he was becoming closer and closer to you. You needed to move, quick.

In a way, Ghostface was right, he was something different. And Ghostface obviously had to be someone who had experience with guns. No person with no experience could shoot at the aim that would quickly kill somebody.

It's always someone you know.

In the past patterns, that was how it was. Well Roman Bridger was someone Sidney didn't know. You only knew that because, your parents. After that, the pattern continued. So, it had to be someone you knew.

But who had experience with guns?

That's when it hit you. It was so bluntly obvious who the ghostface had been. At least this one. Though you doubted he'd make the calls then. It had to be another. Hypothetically, it wouldn't have been possible for Ghostface to call you while killing,

That meant there was another. "(Y/n), Tara whispers. "We have to move." "Right, sorry, you whisper back, moving quietly but seeing Ghostface you scoot back, moving the other direction.

Why was this so difficult? You thought. You gulp when his feet meet your eyes. You look up, seeing him standing right in front of you. You stand up before bolting. Obviously, you were his target at the moment, because he chased you. But then, surprisingly, he turned his eyes on Sam, chasing her quick.

Did he give up? Or were you never the main target? Deciding you'd use your surroundings to your advantage, you grabbed a weapon then hit him with it, causing a loud groan to come out from him.

"Thanks, Sam said, you help her up. "No prob, you reply. "I think I know who-" Ghostface then comes straight back up, lunging at you for hitting him. Tackling you his knife raised in the hair, having you pinned down.

Did he just abandon the gun? Whatever, probably wanted your death to be slow and painful. You groan when he stabs you once. But you kick him off of you. "(Y/N)! Tara tells. "Call 911! You exclaim, and so Sam does.

Despite you being stabbed, you three eventually fought him off. Leaving a mask at the scene. You groaned, your hand on your wound, which was bleeding.

Police arrived at the scene. "(Y/n)! Your mother, Gale comes over. You were at the ambulance. "Mom, hey, you say nervously. "You're going to be okay right? She said.

"Mhm, you reply. Your mother was probably extremely anxious due to the fact that Dewey died, he was stabbed by ghostface more than you.

You understood that anxiety, so you let her lecture you. Gale Weathers, The most hated but loved reporter and investigative journalist.

You shudder when you see Detective Bailey nearby. You didn't trust him, especially since the fact you put two and two together.

He had to be one of the Ghostfaces.

"Good, I see Ghostface is back, She replies more grumpily. You nodded. You figured by tomorrow, you would recover enough. Still, You were for sure the Ghostface who tried to kill you was Detective Bailey, you would eventually find evidence.