Sam Carpenter returns to Woodsboro after her sister friend group gets attacked by the Ghostface. She approaches Dewey Riley and her so called "friends" to help catch the killer, who warns Sidney and Gale.
"who cares about a cat when you've just killed a mother and son"
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as the sun began its slow descent, the sun enjoyed its last few hours over the quaint town of woodsboro, wes and eleanor made their way home from mindy and chad's house. the air was filled with a sense of peace, unaware of the impending terror that awaited them.
unbeknownst to them, judy, wes' ever-vigilant mother, was inside their humble abode, her senses heightened by the recent string of attacks. when she heard the creak of the side door, her heart skipped a beat, fearing it was the notorious ghostface lurking in the shadows.
armed with a knife, judy cautiously approached the source of the noise, her grip tightening with each step. but to her relief, her fears were unfounded. it was none other than wes and eleanor, returning home unscathed from their visit to mindy and chad's.
with a sigh of relief, judy lowered her weapon and welcomed them with open arms. the adrenaline coursing through her veins slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and a newfound hunger.
"thank goodness it's you two," Judy exclaimed, a mix of relief and concern evident in her voice. "i thought we were facing another dreadful encounter with the ghostface. but now that you're here... anyway are you kids being safe?"
wes and eleanor exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting the shared relief of being safe at home as they followed the deputy into the kitchen.
"to the point where all my friends mock me, yes." eleanor smiled with her head in his arm, "what's for dinner?"
"sushi, i was just leaving to pick it up."
"you don't wanna postmates it?" wes questioned, a smile playing at the corners of his lips as eleanor sat on the counter. "no it's always smooshy when it gets here, i know you hate that, you kids set the table and lock the doors and windows, i'll be back soon." she kissed her son on the cheek as he blushed with embarrassment and just headed out the door. eleanor smiled to herself, she thought it was sweet.
"sooo," eleanor said playfully, helping herself to the hicks' fridge, "who do you think the killer is?" wes gazes our the door, making sure his mother left them looked back and ellie and stared with a disapprovalling eye. "not me i hope. she joked to relieve the conversation and went to sit on the island. he walked over to her slowly, looking more maniacal. could the killer be him? "wes.. what are you doing?" ellie asked as she giggled which oxymoron-ed her tone. he vastly opened the cutlery, grabbed the long, pointed weapon, and thrusted it into her stomach. ellie's eyes widened which shock, along with her mouth as she screamed. the sheriffs son looked deeply into her eyes as their faces were inches apart. an unhinged smile spread across his face as he began to scoff. ellie looked down. that was it.
"that was it?" she looked up at him, wiping the pale, wounded look off her face. "you seriously think you can scare me with a chopstick?" the girl deeply but sarcastically looked at him. wes grabbed some more and put them in her hand and said "it worked, didn't it?" "no, there's something called acting." she smiled while walking through to the dining room and set the table with glasses and places the chopsticks down. she placed her phone down on the table as she walked around it to give each chair a glass and as she placed down the last glass, it started to buzz. 'MAYBE — AMBER FREEMAN' it read. the look horror crept back on her face — this time, for real. she slowly reached her hand out and slid her phone up to her ear. "amber?" ellie questioned, she had barely spoke to amber before but all her hopes was that it was her on the phone. "two guesses left" the dreaded ghostface voice mocked. "what do you want?" she moaned with fear, as she ran back to the kitchen where wes was walking back into the kitchen. "it's not what i want, it's what you want, eleanor. no parents around, huh? i'm not talking about judy.. i was thinking, maybe we could help eachother?" the voice asked.
