You're the daughter of sheriff Nick Goode, who originally lived in Sunnyvale but then moved to Shadyside due to your mom's depression ( you still don't get it ). There you met Shadyside teens Deena Johnson, her brother Josh, Simon Kalivoda, Kate Sch...
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Y/N's POV
"Four in each bag and if you finish in an hour, I'll let you watch My So-Called-Life with me," Kate declared to the two sisters who beamed up with bright smiles after hearing the reward.
One of Kate's side hustles was babysitting and she's asked me and Simon to come down and help a little. I don't mind, but being stuck with Simon to do the laundry — it wasn't a pleasure.
I walked into the dining room where Kate was 'educating the youth'. From time to time I try to remind them what she's doing... is something they shouldn't.
"Kate!" I called from the archway leading from the kitchen to the living room.
"Hold on!" She hollered back. "And do not eat these — they will make your little hearts stop and you'll choke to death on your own vomit and everyone will be so-so super sad."
Kate flashed a bright smile and headed in with me, placing her hands on her hips. "What's wrong and could it wait? I was educating the youth."
I huffed, crossing my arms against my chest. "Simon and i were doing the laundry, like you asked, but then he switched up and I had to do all the work."
Kate sighed and we headed into the living room where Simon was chilling on the couch with the basket on the table, watching a shark program on the television.
As the program continued on, Kate stepped in front of the TV, causing Simon to groan in annoyance and look up.
"What happened to sorting this? Lights and darks, and watch for stray socks," Kate poured the clothes out of the basket.
"Remind me what's in it for me again?"
Kate shook her head. "Nope."
Simon jumped up from the couch and unzipped his jacket, revealing he wore the same shirt he wore the night Sam puked blood on him. Kate and I squinted our eyes at him in disgust.
"Jesus! You're still wearing the same clothes from last night?" Kate asked.
"Did you wear that at the grocery store?" I asked.
Simon shrugged. "I had to work a double shift and those was all I had in the car," Simon explained. "So, yes. Yes, I am."
Just then, Kate's pager started beeping and she grabbed it out of her pocket and it had Deena's name. She placed it back in her pocket and looked back up.
"That's disgusting," Kate stated. "You're disgusting."
We made our way into the dining room where the girls were and Kate and Simon's bickering stormed on, but then the sound of glass shattering echoed from the living room. Kate turned to Simon and i and then back at the kids. "Stay here."
She tilted her head for Simon and I to follow her. We headed into the living room and peaked through the hallway where we saw a guy in all black, snooping through the laundry. I, and likely Kate and Simon just assumed it was Peter.
"Hey, creeper. What the fu—"
The guy turned around and we now saw he had the full skull mask get up as the guy from the mall. I was starting to think that maybe it wasn't just the Sunnyvale perve after all.
"Are you crazy?" Simon hissed lowly as he pulled Kate back behind the wall with us.
"Relax, it was just that Sunnyvale asshole," Kate waved him off, but then when we all walked back out he was gone.
I shrugged. "Probably just a bunch of Hocus-Pocus."
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Now that there was a creep walking around, Kate decided it was best to drop the kids off with someone else. Enter Ms. Lane. She used to be a nurse at Camp Nightwing, so it just felt right.
My mom told me stories about Nurse Lane and Camp Nightwing and especially her sister Cindy. Apparently, Ms. Lane was the only one nice to her and my aunt C. Berman ( used to be Ziggy back then ).
Then we all went to Deena's house to inform her that Sam's new boyfriend was just as bad as we all imagined, maybe even worse.
"I just don't understand what he was doing,"
Simon stuck his head into the dinning room. "Yeah, he was acting all shifty and shit."
"Yeah, what Simon said," I shrugged. "He was going through the laundry and was dressed in that skull mask outfit the guy from the mall had on."
"And he had a knife," Kate added.
"Whoa," Josh blinked at her. "With the kids there? That's wack!"
"That's fucking right, Josh," Kate nodded at him in agreement. "That is wack — thank you. And what? He thinks just because he's balling Sam he can come and prank us on our own turf."
"Hey, you know what?" Deena muttered. "Fuck this. Fuck Peter."
"Hello?" Kate sang. "Don't forget to the most important part: fuck Sam."
"Yeah, fuck her," Deena agreed as she went to grab the keys. "She needs to get her psycho boyfriend in check."
As Simon, Deena and I were all about to leave, Kate turned to Josh who was still seated at the table. "You coming?"
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We arrived at the emergency room. Kate held my hand as we approached the front desk. As we got to the desk, the woman paid us no mind and continued filling her nails. I was getting really impatient, so I decided to let my impulsiveness win and continuously press the bell.
The woman pushed a clipboard towards us without even looking up. "Fill these out and take a seat."
"No im just visiting," Deena pushed the clipboard back.
"Visiting hours end at nine."
Kate cleared her throat, stepping forward and leaned over the desk. "Tell Nurse Beddy she has a patient."
The woman finally looked up from her nails. Eventually, a nurse in a pink uniform and a name tag with B carved in front of Eddy on a name tag came heading in our direction.
"Beddy," Kate greeted. "How've you been?"
"I see you're still toting around with this moron," her gaze landed on Simon as he extended his arms.
"She can't quite me, Beddy," Simon replied. "I'm too pretty."
Beddy scoffed as Kate spoke up. "Listen, we need your assistance."
Beddy moved closer to the girls. "I'm sure you do, but there happens to be a new security protocol. We kept coming up short on blueberries and bananas. So now I need a special key—"
Deena grew impatient, I could relate. "I need to see a patient."
Beddy stared at Deena for a moment, not breaking eye contact. "Name?"
"Samantha Fraser."
~ AUTHOR'S NOTE ~
HIII! i feel like ive completely forgotten abt this acc. i hear there's a new fear street movie on the way, so maybe i'll make a fic for that too or reference it in this one? 🤷♀️
