One shots || fem reader

Savior || Tara Carpenter

When your friend Tara got attacked by someone in a Ghostface costume, you immediately went to your dad for advice; he had dealt with Ghostface 4 times already, he was in the best position to help.

He told you the rules, the must do... everything you need to know. Of course, he tried to convince you not to stay here, to go with your mom in New York until it was over. But you were stubborn, almost as much as your mother - who, by the way, you were sure was not going to stay where she was with a new Ghostface in Woodsboro.

It was his advice that led you to stay in the hospital with Tara while everyone else was gathered at Mindy and Chad's.

"Don't let her alone, she's going to need support. The police are here to protect her, but she has no one to support her mentally." your dad had told you.

So you were here, sitting in an uncomfortable chair beside her, trying to distract and comfort her. You were not the best at it, but you tried. And she appreciated it. She was glad you were with her.

She was even more glad when the weird noises started. When no one answered her "hello?". When after that, exiting the room to reassure yourselves and find the police officer had become necessary. When you got back in her room, livid, after finding said officer's dead body.

You too were glad you were here to push her wheelchair towards the elevator and make sure she was okay.

Then, Ghostface attacked. You tried to throw things at him, buying Tara more time so she could reach the elevator. But soon, you got overpowered. Fortunately, at that moment, Sam and your dad arrived.

Dewey tried to shoot the killer, and knocked him out, before the 4 of you went to the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, your dad stopped them, and stepped out, saying that Ghostface must be shot in the head.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, you knew it wasn't going to end well. And yet you thought you could change that and followed him.

Of course, you were wrong.

Your presence didn't prevent Ghostface to kill your dad. If anything, you were sure he took more pleasure doing it knowing you were here, helpless.

You felt as if everything was in slow motion. You knew you need to move, do something, anything, to save him. But it didn't matter how much you wanted to move; you were paralyzed by fear, by shock. Your body wasn't responding anymore.

You weren't even sure you were conscious, until you felt warm tears rolling down your face.

It was a nightmare. It had to be.

You were going to wake up soon, and everything would be okay.

You were trying to convince yourself, but deep down, you knew. You knew it was real.

The knife sinking in his chest, the blood staining his shirt and splattering on the floor, his body lying in a pool of blood... it was all real.

You couldn't take your eyes away from his bloody form, still hoping to see him sit up and shoot the killer. You were so desperate you hadn't noticed Ghostface coming toward you until you tasted blood in your mouth.

And even then, with a knife in the stomach, you were still not reacting.

The arrival of police officers didn't change anything; you were staring at your dad's corpse, dried tears on your face, a puddle of blood forming around you.

The rest of the day was a complete blur for you. You were unable to say what happened after your dad died, nor how you survived that night.

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