𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

𝟑: 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬

"I swear to god! He said it's gonna happen again!" I shouted. The officer blinked, taking out his notepad.

"Write everything down." he suggested. I frowned.

"Writing isn't going to fucking do anything. Track the caller or something, please!" I pleaded. I was desperate and scared.

"Ma'am, I get this whole situation happened with you before, but what if it was a say...prank call?" he suggested.

"That's the thing..it wasn't. So help me out." I heard footsteps come through from the ambulance behind us.

"Ah! Deputy Dwight." the officer that I was speaking to said. Quickly, I spun around in tact of the familiar name.

"Yeahh, it's just Dewey." he shook his head. I couldn't believe it. "(Y/N)?" Dewey questioned.

"Dewey?" I asked surprisingly. "What are you doing here?" I forced a small smile from my upset expression and hugged him. "I thought you were back in Woodsboro cleaning the case."

Dewey furrowed his brows. "You see, I was...but I wanted to come down here to make sure you were safe. Y'know." he put his hands on his hips. "Which is why I took up a second job at the station here, of course, it being offered." he assured, smiling. "Nothin' like a good ol' reunion, huh?"

As the other officer left, Dewey began to speak again.

"So what's up (Y/N)?" Dewey said, curious. "I mean, I only heard that you got a call, are you sure it was real?" my breath trickled.

"I'm sure it was..." I sputtered. "I treated it as a joke but the way the call was formatted..it was real, Dewey." my arms got goosebumps as we stood out in the cold. The faint flashing lights from the cop cars blinked.

"Those fuckers got away, you got away. If they haven't been in sight to anyone, then how would they have known where you were now?" Dewey asked.

"It's not something I know of, but it was them. It was Billy a-and Stu, they said it was gonna happen again, everything." I croaked, I could feel my voice breaking up. "The call just..gave me the same vibe. It was like before, and I never wanted to experience that again."

Dewey looked down to the floor, looking up again quickly. "Ya' think it could be the imposter killer going around?"

"No. It couldn't be. That's not Billy nor Stu's work." I shook my head. "I just don't want this to be taken lightly. Please just get everyone to work on this, I'm begging you." I pleaded. Dewey nodded.

"Yeah, of course (Y/N)." Dewey assured. "I've already lost Tatum," I could hear the choke in his voice. "I can't loose you either."

I looked at him and gave him one last hug. "I know you miss her, I do too." his sadness grew on me. "Thank you, though. For everything." I thanked. He gave a warm smile, still had a tint of sadness.

"I'll make sure everyone is tight on this case." As Dewey walked away, talking to the other officers. They all talked, rushing over to the cop cars.

The wind hit me once again, it was freezing. My fingers felt numb, just like how my whole body felt. I couldn't shake off the fact that Billy and Stu were still out there. No matter how hard I try to forget, they're still there. I never told anyone what they said before they left. How they were gonna come back. I couldn't anyways.

As much as I missed them, I didn't. I hoped they'd never return. Not now, while I'm out here trying to start a new life and move on.

(...)

Every news channel, the word had spread. Rumors, theories, stories, everything. I pushed my coffee cup back and forth with my hands, humming to the obnoxious background music they played. Hailee roamed the half empty coffee shop.