Instead of Vince's iconic red right hand death, I am giving him a chase and attack scene that comes after the bar scene and vince actually goes to work and gets attacked by Ghostface !
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Twenty-Three- Year- Old Vince Schneider was underneath a car, using the tools until a landline rang. "Fuck," he hissed under his breath while shimmied out from under the car: wiping his hands on his jeans as he reached for the phone.
"Hello,"
"Hello," a voice said on the other line.
Vince goes to the break room, leaning against the wall, about to take a cigarette out of his pack when he pauses. "Yes?"
"Who's this?" said the voice on the other line.
Vince's brow furrowed as he looked at the car and then back at his tools. "who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this."
"What number are you trying to reach." Vince said, his irritation showing in his tone.
"I dunno."
With an exhale, he spoke. "Right, you have the wrong number."
"Do I?" The voice chuckled.
"Yeah, bye now.." Vince hung up the phone, goes into the room and starts to bend down to grab his tools until the phone rings again, Vince picked it up. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry I guess I dialed the wrong number."
"Cute," Vince scoffed. "Why dial it again?"
"To apologize,"
"Don't mention it, bye now."
"Wait! Wait! Don't hang up."
"What?" Vince drawled out.
"I wanna talk to you for a second." The voice said.
"I am working, they've got 900 fucking numbers for that, see ya." Vince grumbled before hanging up the phone, going back to his tools, and prepares to grab his wrench.
The phone rings a third time, "ugh! Son of a bitch!" Vince yelled in frustration as he picked up the phone.
"What?!"
"Why don't you want to talk to me?"
"Alright, who the fuck is this!?" He said as he looked around his workplace.
A dark figure steps out from the darkness, sneaking inside, as it listened to Vince's frustration once they called again
"You tell me your name, and maybe I'll tell you mine."
"Fuck off,"
The voice let out a chuckle.
"So, you got a girlfriend?"