Detective || Scream1996 x M!reader

Police station

As Dewey's car pulled up to Sidney's house, the flashing red and blue lights of police cars reflected off the broken glass scattered across the lawn.

You and Tatum stood frozen outside Sidney's house, the scene before you feeling like something out of a horror movie.

Blood splattered across the porch, Police officers were scattered around, their radios crackling with static, while yellow crime scene tape fluttered in the slight breeze, and the cacophony of reporters barking out questions from behind barricades.

Sidney's body lay in full view through the doorway, her once vibrant life snuffed out in an unspeakable act of violence.

The front door was wide open, revealing the aftermath of the horror that had taken place inside. Glass from broken windows littered the ground, and you could see where the struggle must have happened the overturned furniture, the blood-smeared walls.

Tatum let out a choked sob beside you. She crumbled next to Dewey as soon as she saw Sidney's lifeless form, her knees giving out from beneath her. "No... no, no, no..." she whispered, her voice cracking.

Dewey wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into his chest and trying to comfort het

You, on the other hand, just stood there, staring blankly at Sidney's body. The world around you seemed to fade into a dull hum, the voices of reporters, officers, and curious bystanders merging into one incoherent noise. You couldn't move. You couldn't think.

It was like your brain was stuck in this weird limbo between disbelief and shock, and no matter how much you wanted to turn away, you couldn't.

All you could do was stare and feel the weight of the truth press down on your chest.

This wasn't just another prank call, another taunt from Ghostface. This was real. Sidney was dead.

Ghostface got to her.

"Why her?" you muttered, barely audible.  "It doesn't make sense," you whispered. Sidney wasn't even involved in anything Why would they go after her?

You shook your head, trying to wrap your mind around it. Sidney had survived so much already. Why target her now?

Ghostface had been playing these mind games, taunting people, terrorizing them but killing Sidney, that felt personal. You couldn't shake the feeling that there had to be something deeper, something more than just random violence.

"Y/N," Dewey said softly, his voice shaking you out of your daze. He had his arm still wrapped around Tatum, his own expression a mixture of grief and responsibility. "I know this is a lot... I know you're both hurting, but I need you to stay with us right now. We need to find out what happened."

You nodded, but your mind was racing. Every interaction you'd had with Ghostface flashed through your head, the taunts, the calls, the threats...

Dewey let out a long sigh. "We'll figure it out. I promise. We'll find who did this," he said, but the doubt in his voice was hard to miss.

"We will" you said quietly, your voice hardening as you looked back at Sidney's house. "We'll make sure he pays."

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The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly as you sat in the cold, sterile room at the police station.

The sound of Tatum sniffling next to you was the only thing that punctuated the otherwise stifling silence.

Dewey was in and out, speaking with his colleagues, trying to piece together the tragedy. Your mind was racing, the events of the night still replaying over and over like some sort of twisted loop you couldn't break free from.