" i feel for your every little issue ,
i know just what you mean . "
in which the new actors of the
stab franchise run into their
own real life ghostface.
(i do not own the cover art.)
[ started: September 23, 2023 ]
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STAB, CHAPTER NINE
IT WAS THE day of Lenny's funeral, and most of the cast had gathered for it. It was meant to be a peaceful day. However, it wasn't. The group was currently running for their lives, because Ghostface had shown up after the burial. At least they'd been allowed to finish it first. Not much longer after Lenny had been laid to rest and the group was heading to the repass, the killer had shown up with a vengeance. A few innocent civilians had been harmed in the process, but for the most part they were able to clear out.
"Not even innocent strangers are safe, got it", Adam stated as he crawled beneath the table, letting the white tablecloth drop behind him.
"Ssshh!", Ming hissed immediately. "You're gonna get us killed, Adam. Shut up."
"You know, telling me to shut up is still speaking back to me, so it would be just as much your fault as it is mine", Adam pointed out.
"Oh my God", Abigail groaned. "I refuse to listen to this all day. I'm gonna go scope out the scene."
"Abi, wait", Ming whisper-shouted. But the girl was already gone.
Shortly after Abigail left, Tory crawled under the table to join them. "You losers know I can hear you all the way out in the hall, right?", he asked, causing Ming to give Adam a pointed look.
"First of all, I'm not a loser", he said flatly. "Adam is though."
"Rude", Adam grumbled. "Hey, Tory. I didn't even know you were here."
"I sat towards the back", Tory explained. "I helped AJ and Bee's grandma come into the building, since she was a little late. She deserved that last seat at the front way more than I did."
Adam narrowed his eyes. "Since when do you do nice things for other people?"
"Wow", Tory said flatly. "Just wow."
There was a loud scream out in the hall.
Juliet poked her head out from underneath a different table. "Who the hell was that?"
AJ quickly grabbed her by the bottom of her sweater, pulling her back underneath the table. "Are you crazy? Get back in here!", he hissed lowly. "What if you had just gotten your head chopped off or something?"
Juliet touched her throat out of fear. She hadn't even thought of that. "Absolutely not. Getting beheaded is so not sexy."
"Jules", Stephen groaned. "Please, never say that again."
