Summary: Tara finds the Ghostface costume under Amber's bed in a box at a sleepover for the group (Wes wasn't invited, and Liv was busy).
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September 16th, 2022
The teacher speaks about some random economics lesson, his voice reverberating against the tiled walls of the otherwise quiet classroom. Tara sits at her desk, her fingers idly tracing the outline of her notebook while her gaze is fixated on the clock. The ticking seconds seem to stretch out, each one heavy with anticipation.
Thoughts of the upcoming sleepover at Amber's house churn in her mind, swirling like a storm. She feels a mix of excitement and anxiety; the thrill of spending time with friends is overshadowed by the unsettling weight of what is to come sooner or later.
Nearby, Mindy and Chad animatedly discuss their plans for the evening, their laughter punctuating the air. Tara can see their lips moving, the expressions on their faces shifting with every joke, but the words feel distant and muted, like a TV playing in another room. Instead, her focus remains on the ominous sense that something sinister lurks beneath the surface of their seemingly normal lives. She can't shake the feeling that she is standing at the edge of a precipice, peering into an abyss that threatens to swallow them whole.
With each passing moment, the tension in her chest tightens.
What if Amber's darkness was more than just a phase?
Tara has tried to convince herself that it is just teenage angst, but the thought of Amber having a Ghostface costume hidden in her room gnaws at her, a persistent reminder of the dangers that lay ahead. Tara's heart races, the fear of the unknown mingling with the worry for her friend.
When the bell rings, jolting her back to reality, Tara jumps to her feet, her movements almost frantic as she gathers her things. She shoves her notebook and pens into her bag, the fabric crumpling under her hurried motions.
The clamor of students rising from their seats fills her ears, their voices blending into a cacophony of excitement and relief. She joins the throng of students flowing toward the exit, a sea of backpacks and chatter surrounding her.
As they step outside, the rain has let up slightly, leaving the pavement glistening under the fading light of the afternoon sun. The air feels fresher, invigorating, and yet Tara remains acutely aware of the tension still coiling in her gut.
Mindy nudges her, pulling her from her thoughts. "Are you ready for tonight? We're gonna binge-watch those horror movies you love!" Her enthusiasm is contagious, but Tara can only manage a half-hearted smile in response.
"Yeah, totally," Tara replies, trying to inject some excitement into her voice, but it feels strained.
As Mindy's words fade into the background, her mind spirals back to the idea of a hidden costume, the mask, and the knife—the dark reminders of what they might be facing. What if tonight is the night everything changes, and her greatest fears are true?
The excitement of the sleepover mingles with an unsettling dread as Tara walks home.
What if she needs help? What if it's too late?
The questions haunt Tara, each step forward feeling heavier than the last.
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Later that evening, as dusk settles over Woodsboro, Tara prepares for the sleepover with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. She stands in her room, the soft glow of her fairy lights casting a warm hue over the space, but it does little to alleviate the tension coiling in her stomach.
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Entanglement of Time
Fanfiction⚠Note:⚠ This story is not suitable for young audiences or people who are easily squeamish from depictions of violence. Read at your own risk. ______________________________________ The Core 4 and two others find themselves thrust into an impossible...
