Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Sam Carpenter: A New Victim pt3

An: Sorry I posted this in the wrong tense so it's re-uploaded.

Word Count: 1549

You had been staying with Sam and Tara for a few days. You were still on edge, but grateful to not be alone during this situation. You felt protected by the sisters. The group in general was still a little skeptical of her, but Sam and Tara weren't.

Tara made sure you had at least one other person with her on campus. Sam kept an eye on you off of campus, insisting on joining you on any errands you had to run.

Things began to fall into a routine and maybe this stalled some of your anxiety. Little did you know your anxiety was about to spike to unforeseen levels.

The apartment was full with the usual suspects. Albeit they were headed out to a part. Sam wasn't fond of anyone going, but she tried her best to let them have a normal college experience. Tara had begged you to go with them, but as soon as you heard that Sam was staying behind, you declined the offer.

You weren't going to express it to everyone, but you felt safest around Sam.

" You're sure you don't want to go?" Tara asks one last time as they head out of the door.

" I'm good here, you guys have fun."

" And be back at a reasonable time," Sam adds.

Tara rolls her eyes at her older sister and closes the door behind her. The only one's left in the apartment were you and Sam.

Sam's gaze fell onto you . You were playing with the baggy sleeves of your hoodie. Sam had picked up on the fact that you weren't much of a conversationalist. Sam didn't usually have much to say either. Yet when she was in a space with just you and her, the girl felt compelled to speak.

" You're staring at me," Your eyes cut over to Sam, who is in fact staring at you already.

" Why didn't you go to the party?" Sam deflects the attention.

You shrug, " I just didn't want to."

Sam shakes her head, "You don't think it's safe."

You fold your hands on her lap, " Do you think it's safe?"

Just as Sam is about to answer the question your phone begins to ring. You pale when she picks it up to see no caller ID. Sam sees this and instantly snatches the phone. She answers the call and is met with heavy breathing on the line.

" Put Y/n on," the voice is familiar to Sam, but it only brings back bad memories.

" Why start this when you never survive? What's the point of doing this?"

The voice laughs, " What's your favorite scary movie Samantha? Maybe we could reenact it."

Sam is quick to bring you to your feet. She keeps a death grip on around your wrist as they walk around the apartment.

" I will kill you," Sam grits her teeth as she searches for the criminal.

" Not if I kill you first," the line goes dead after that.

" Sam?"

The dark haired girl grabs a baseball bat and hands it to you while grabbing a knife for herself, "The son of a bitch is in here."

You begin to tremble, " I don't know if I can do this."

Sam didn't get to comfort you as the masked assailant barged out of their hiding place in the closet. Ghostface moves quick making every step purposeful.