Bailey's eyes fluttered open, his head throbbing with pain as he scanned his surroundings. The dimly lit theater held an eerie silence, and he struggled to make sense of his situation. Unaware of your presence, he slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position, his hand instinctively reaching down to retrieve an extra gun hidden in his socks.
His movements were cautious as he rose to his feet, his senses on high alert. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, that he was not alone in the desolate theater. The shadows seemed to dance around him, whispering secrets of impending danger.
As he glanced around, his eyes scanning the darkness, he failed to notice the two figures concealed in the dark. You and Sam remained hidden, your breaths steady and hearts pounding in anticipation. The moment had arrived – the final confrontation with the orchestrator of this sinister game.
Bailey's phone rang inside his pocket, he fished it out and looked at the caller as he saw it was coming from Sam's number, swiping his phone up to accept the call he slowly place his phone to his ear.
Hearing the familiar eerie voice that had become all too ominous, "Hello Detective Bailey, I have a question for you," Tara's voice resounded through the voice modulator.
"Oh, do you now? What's that?" Bailey responded, his movements calculated as he advanced towards the stage. His curiosity piqued when Tara's question reached him, "What's your favorite scary movie?"
Bailey couldn't help but chuckle, the tension momentarily breaking. "Favorite scary movie?" he repeated, amused. However, his amusement faded when Tara delivered her chilling response, "I'm asking because you're in one now."
As Bailey stepped into the area where the mannequins stood, Tara's haunting words continued to echo, "You're in my movie."
A sense of unease settled over Bailey as he glanced around, his gaze falling on the eerie figures. Reacting to his nerves, Bailey fired shots at two mannequins, aiming for their heads. A chuckle escaped him when he realized that Billy Loomis's robe and his favorite knife were missing, much like Stu Macher's mannequin, which was also bereft of its knife.
"Well, well, it seems you've embraced your true face with Y/n, haven't you?" Bailey remarked, a sardonic tone in his voice. He continued, his words laced with chilling poetry, "A birthright for both of you, poetic that both of you going to die in it."
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Tara's voice cut through the air, her words directed at the other end of the line.
Seizing the opportunity, you moved swiftly, navigating behind Bailey's back, concealed by the shadows. In the midst of his actions, Bailey fired another shot at a mannequin, leaving a small hole in its head. His gaze darted around the space, confusion was evident as he only saw the lifeless figures before him.
His voice wavered, an attempt to exude strength, "Now you know the truth, huh? Murder's in both of your bloods!" His eyes scanned the surroundings, his frustration manifesting in a resounding shout.
"Will you both stop fucking around and show yourselves!" Bailey's demand rang out, his impatience palpable. Tara's response granted you and Sam a moment's reprieve, her words extending the suspense.
"Be careful what you wish for," came the bone-chilling retort of Ghostface, its eerie tone slithering into Bailey's unsettled psyche.
On high alert, his senses heightened, Bailey's gaze darted around the dimly lit theater, a desperate hope in his eyes that he might catch a glimpse of you or Sam. "All right, I'm a fucking police officer! How do you think this is gonna go, Sam?"
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FanfictionWhat kind of challenges will you experience if you come back to the city where your father grew up and slaughtered his friends with his best friend a few years ago, and you come back there completely hiding who you are? Will you keep it to the end...
