meddle about // Ethan landry x reader

Richie

What? What is this? You did this as a family?" Sam asks in disbelief.

"Hell yeah bitch you should know better then everyone." Quinn snarel trying to frighten you.

"They're still not getting it." Ethan chuckled.

"Look, I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in woodsboro, it wasn't me." Sam says.

"We know that. Of course you didn't. What do you think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on. Who do you think started the rumors in the first place?" Bailey added.

You turn around to look who had done it seeing Quinn raise her hand.

"Do you know how easy it was to turn the hero of woodsboro into the villain? How easy it is to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather then the best?" Quinn babbled at this point you where honestly done with all of this speech and villain orgin story you looked at Tara seeing she had the same look.

"Because it not enough to just kill someone these days. You have to assassinate their character first. So when dad here "discoverers" your horribly mutilated bodies..." Ethan rambled about there plan suddenly you looked at him frowning your eyes looking at him in sadness he looks at you for a moment also frowning his eyes suddenly Quinn jumps at you and tara with the knife to startled you "posed with Sam wearing her father's mask he'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet that you're the real ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands." He stated

"Exactly! That's why it's the perfect alibi. All the best lies are based on the truth." Detective bailey exclaimed.

"You're a killer..." He points at Sam "just like ur father." This made Sam's blood boil "no I'm not!" She growled.

"Yes you are, you motherfucker you killed our brother" quinn cursed
"What are you talking about?" Sam questioned.

"You said your brother died in a car accident." You chimed in remembering what Quinn told you.

"No, no, no you sweet dumb thing..." you looked at Ethan "he died in woodsboro at the hands of your bitch friend." He scoffed.

Now it all making sense for you.
"You're richies family." Sam turned around looking at Bailey he nodded.

"Ding ding ding ding dinggg!" Ethan exclaimed stapping Sam in the shoulder but this time you couldn't stop him. "She's finally starting to get it."

You and Tara struggled to flee with the injured Sam, but Quinn and Ethan quickly cornered you.

"Now! It wasn't until I saw that photograph-" Bailey yapped.

Desperation set in as you took the brick, attempting to throw it at Ethan, only to miss. Thoughts of you needing to do more workouts crossed your mind as he grabbed you from behind tightening his grip around you and not letting go, putting a knife to your neck.

"That I knew you had to fucking die! You had to be punished! Along with anyone else who stands in our way!" Bailey screamed.

You couldn't get out his grip it was to tight.
You started to panic. You couldn't figure out if he was brainwashed or if this is the true Ethan you've been with all along that the shy dorky Ethan was just a mask covering the true Ethan.

"Real great parenting job, by the way," Tara said, injecting sarcasm into the chaos.

"Shut your whore fucking mouth!" Fumed Quinn, pushing Tara and Sam back to the middle.

Before you could react, you felt hands on your waist. Ethan picked you up, you thought he was gonna throw you but he gently placed you on the ground. His touch still sent shivers down your spine.

"Have I been the perfect dad?" Bailey asked. You shook your head, unnoticed by him.

"No. Have I maybe overindulged in Richie's love of these little movies? Yeah, maybe. For me, they're just a little dark, but..." Bailey started babbling, and in the background, a movie played, presumably created by Richie.

"Richie really loved them. He even made a few of his own. Did you, did you know?" Bailey turned around, revealing young Richie on the screen.

You turn your head around to look at Ethan he was angry, yet strangely good you could tell there was a little bit of sadness in his eyes. he didn't notice u looking at him you then turn ur head back around.

Detective Bailey ascended the stairs to the stage. "There's a very special bond between a father and his very first son"

Ethan grip tightened around you making you Turn to look at Ethan again. More sadness filled his eyes, and this time, he noticed you watching. His face relaxed, meeting your gaze, and just as you were about to say something profound, he whispered, "I-I'm-" Bailey's theatrics cut him off.

Which is why I helped him build this collection," Bailey declared.

"This was all his?" Sam asked.

"Yes, he's a passionate collector. We had to kill those film students because, well, we had to kill you first, Sam. I put the theater in their name, and good old Detective Bailey would've stumbled upon it, but by golly, that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist. I built a tribute to my son. Which is why This is where you have to die, Sam, surrounded by what he loved most," Bailey explained.

"What happens next after you're done with us you just disappear?" Asked Sam.

No, we got to hurry over to the hospital to make sure Mindy and Gale don't pull through. Because everybody dies, Sam. Everyone tied to my son's death suffers and dies." Bailey pointed the gun at Sam, and Ethan and Quinn cheered.

"Well only one survives and is gonna be kept hidden from the public eye because Ethan begged me to not kill her." Shocked, you turn around to look at Ethan. Tara and Sam follow. His gaze quickly darted away embarrassed.

Attention shifted back to Bailey. "Now put on the mask," he demanded.

Sam looked down, stating, "He was... so pathetic."
"That's not true," Bailey said.
"Yeah, your son, he was a man-baby who made his girlfriend do all the killing," Sam gibe escalated Bailey's anger. "He was a strong, virile young man."
"He was a limp dick little fuck who cried before I slit his throat," Sam's tone deepened.

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