Walking back towards the stairs, only now realising that everyone's left. The music is still blaring but there's no sign of life. "This is weird" i mumble to myself, slowly walking down the stairs. Suddenly the music cuts off, the house eerily quiet now. "Mindy?" I call out, confused. Slowly taking each step down, grabbing my dads gf knife from the back of my jeans, "I really don't want to keep doing this" i mutter as I look around. "Mindy where the fuck are you" i whisper out. Rounding the corner into the kitchen I bump into Chad. "Ahhhh" we yell at the same time before covering each others mouths. "Shut up" i mutter as I straight out of shirt. "You're the one that screamed like a bitch" he mumbles. "What do you mean? You screamed too" I say pushing him lightly. "Where is everyone?" I ask looking around. "I don't fucking know, if I did I'd be with them" he says in a matter of fact tone. "God, sorry, didn't know ghostface made you fucking snappy" i say throwing my hands up and rolling my eyes.
As we're bickering we hear rapid footsteps coming towards the kitchen, both of us shutting up and getting ready incase we have to fight. Me holding the knife out and Chad grabbing the closest thing to him, which happens to be a bong. "Really?" I whisper looking at him. He gives me a face before looking back towards the doorway. "Go" i mutter as we both go to swing. "Ahhhh" Chad, Mindy, and I yell. "For fuck sakes, Mindy, be careful" i mutter putting the knife away. "Me? You two almost killed me and I have to be careful??? Wooowwww" she says sassily with her arms crossed. "Is that my bong? Oh my god if you broke that" she says irritated as she snatches the piece from her twin. "Where is Amber?" I ask confused. "I don't know. Where's Sam and Tara?" Mindy replies, looking around. "Upstairs, last I saw" I say with a shrug. We hear rapid heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Mindy running behind Chad and I, hiding. "Wow, not even gonna help" i mutter Sam and Tara rounding the corner "y/ns ghostface we have to go, now" Tara says out of breath before even seeing me. My lips setting in a thin line awkwardly. "This is awkward" i mutter rocking on the balls of my feet. "I told you it wasn't Y/n" Sam mutters rolling her eyes. "Are you guys okay? Why did you think it was me?" I ask as I search them for any injuries. "We're fine, they didn't get us. Tara thought it was you because they have your dads mask" Sam informs us.
"What do you mean, I have his-" i cut myself off as I don't feel the mask in my back pocket. "What the hell" i mutter turning, trying to see the mask. "You might have left it in the bathroom while you were hooking up with my sister" Tara says sassily, crossing her arms. Chad and Mindy side eyeing each other. "Nice" i mutter nodding my head slowly. "Well there's only one person who it could be" i say looking around at everyone, as they look between each other confused. "Oh come on, guys, it's obviously Amber" i say in a duh tone. We hear more footsteps coming towards the kitchen, Tara and Sam hiding with Mindy. "Guys really? You too?" Chad asks nervously. Amber comes stumbling through the doorway. "Help, Y/n stabbed me" she cries pathetically. "Really?" I ask giving her a dirty look.
"Well that fucking ruins it" she mutters pulling a gun out from behind her back. "Uh uh, baby, don't move" she says menacingly pointing the gun at Tara. I step in front of her, staring Amber down. "You wanna be the hero? Why not the villain, be a psycho killer like your brain dead father" she says pointing the gun at my chest now. "Why not both?" I ask tilting my head. "You can't have both of everything, y/n" she yells waving the gun around. "Amber, why?" Tara whispers, her voice cracking. "Oh but it's not just me, baby" she says, smiling wickedly. Sam pushes past us, holding a knife. "Surprise" she says, tilting her head, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Damn" i mutter. "So what's your reasons?" I ask, pointing between the two. "Tara belongs with me and you wouldn't let that happen. So I had to take you out of the picture, plant false security in her head. Make her think you would snap and kill her one day. And Sam, she just couldn't let you go. Couldn't stand to see you with her sister, in love. The legacies are supposed to stay together" Amber says, waving her gun around as she walks towards us. "It's a shame now that you have to die, we could've been great together" Sam says, as she drags the knife along my shoulder, leaving a deep gash in her wake.
