Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Sam Carpenter: A New Victim

A mini series for the Halloween season baby, you guys are getting it first and it'll be released on my Tumblr Friday.

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You had heard the rumors about Tara Carpenter and her sister circulating around campus. The rumors didn't bother you much. Or rather they didn't persuade you to treat your classmate, Tara, any differently than you would treat anyone else.

Some people were afraid to interact with her in fear of pissing her off. They were more afraid that getting on Tara's bad side would alert her sister, Sam.

Now Sam was a little scary. You had seen her with Tara a few times. The woman looked like her primary state of being was upset. She looked like a very serious figure.

You didn't blame her. Their whole group of friends had almost been murdered. Instead of sympathy and compassion the public offered accusations and scrutiny. So much so that they moved away from their hometown to escape the media.

"You're friends with my sister, right?"

You were sat under a tree on campus the first time you heard Sam speak. Looking at her this close made your heart flutter. She was an attractive woman and that was enough to make you sweat a bit.

Unable to speak for a moment, you nod dumbly.

Sam ignores it and continues with her questioning," Have you seen her today? I've been looking for her everywhere and I can't find her."

"She left class a bit early today. I think she said something about Chad needing her help with something."

Sam rolls her eyes, "Of course she did. I'm Sam by the way, sorry to interrupt you."

Before you can say your own name, the younger Carpenter sister is shouting it as she approaches the tree with Chad trailing behind her.

"Y/n! Don't mind my overprotective and obsessive sister. What ever she threatened you with, I can promise she won't do."

"Where have you been? Y/n told me you left class to meet Chad."

Tara glares at the girl sitting," You told her I skipped."

You shrug," She seemed worried, so I just told her you left with Chad."

"Where I am is none of her business. She has my number if she's looking for me."

Sam scoffs, "Having your number doesn't mean shit if you don't answer your fucking phone."

"I think we should all just calm down for a second, okay. Tara is safe and everything is fine," Chad tries to de-escalate the situation.

"No, it's not fine Chad. Why is my sister skipping classes to meet up with you? And why isn't she answering my text or calls?"

Y/n had no place in this conversation, but she felt like moving away would only cause a bigger fuss.

"Because we were fucking. Is that what you want to hear Sam?"

Sam runs a hand through her hair," I don't care that you're fucking. I care that I can't get in contact with you when I'm worried about you."

"What are you worried about?"

Sam looks at the girl as if she's grown two heads," Are you fucking serious Tara?"

Tara groans," We aren't there anymore, Sam. We left Woodsboro. No one is coming after us. So why should I have to live my life in paranoia because you can't move on?"

"Fine, you know what I'm done. Don't pretend you don't have that feeling like someone is always fucking watching us. Don't pretend like what happened back there doesn't fucking traumatize you and make it hard to live your day-to-day life. But most of all don't act like there aren't psychos out there willing to try to fucking replicate that shit because it happens every fucking time, Tara."