𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐲, 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

As i was holding Mindy's hand, I kept overthinking over any possibility on how Ghost face knew our secret transportation & where we were at the exact time.

I realized.

'Shit! Mindy you were 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓' I say.

The paramedics had secured her up and were preparing the ambulance for her.

'It all adds up, I mean from Ghost face knowing where we were. Our kitchen knifes missing from someone inside the apartment. Someone who was always there 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 right where we were. Our 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 suspect...'

'He told me to stay here with you & took off running towards 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.'

'𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧.'

'Y/n 𝐆𝐎!' Mindy exclaimed. '𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌!'

'𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚.' she breathed out, before the paramedics took her in the ambulance.

I quickly took off running to the location, I sped ignoring the wincing pain i was in physically & mentally. It was Ethan.

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭.

I made my way to the Alley 'Fuck!' I forgot there was only one way in & one way out.

I quickly try to find a way into the building without setting off any alarms, or any attraction to myself.

'Shit, C'mon Y/n think' I whispered.

I looked up and saw a ladder leading up to a window. 'Ah, here goes nothing.'

I climbed up the ladder, hoping the window would crack open & not be fully sealed. I made my way up and slightly try to push the window. It cracked opened slowly.

It worked.

I climbed my way fully into the building, trying not to make a sound and quickly took cover. I was on the second floor of the theater behind some old furniture. I heard sobbing & familiar arguing; Tara, Sam & Kirby.

'Stay the fuck back!' Sam yelled.

'We know it's you Kirby!' Tara argued back.

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐲? 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞?

'W-what?' Kirby questioned. 'One of them knocked me out!' She argued.

Kirby held her gun straight ahead behind Tara & Sam. 'Kirby, Stop!' Officer bailey had yelled. 'Get away from the girls!' He pointed his gun at Kirby.

'What are you doing?'

'Did you kill Quinn? Did you kill my daughter?!' Bailey yelled.

'Jesus Christ!' Kirby said shaking turning to the duo. 'Whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him! He's probably the killer!'

A GhostFace approached Bailey from behind.

'Behind you!'

Officer bailey shot straight ahead, avoiding the presence behind him. Shooting straight at Kirby.
The killer stood beside him, twisting & playing around with the knife.

'Good job' he announced. Making another GhostFace appear on his other side.

That Mastermind Son of a bitch, 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

Tara & Sam glared at the people infront of them.
'𝐘𝐨𝐮?'

'Eh, of course, it's me! Frankly, expected more from you two after what you did to us.'

𝐔𝐬? 𝐓𝐰𝐨? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐝? Oh my god.

'No..' I whispered.

'What do you mean 'Us'?'

The Ghostface on Officer Bailey's right removed their mask, revealing the face I had already suspected. The shy-dorky guy everyone knew as 𝐄𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲.

A grinning smile placed on his face as he confidently twirled his knife.

'Ta-da!' He exclaimed. 'Guess Mindy & Well Y/n were the smart duo after all.' He grinned.

I flinched at the sight of Mindy & I's name. I have to do something & divert the attention, Just waiting for the right moment.

'They were right about the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad!'

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐝.

'Fuck, it felt good to kill him!' He exclaimed.

No.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐝'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. I let out a whimper and quickly cover my mouth trying to compose myself without diverting any sound.

'This was your grandmother's Sam; Nancy Loomis. Really runs in the fucking family, doesn't it?' He grinned. 'Speaking of family, my name's not Ethan Landry! Isn't it, Dad?'
Officer Bailey let out an evil chuckle.

It all puzzled together. His 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧, that very same night; 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚. He was confirming the plan to Bailey.

'Dad?' Tara said.

'Wait, if it's you two... then that leaves..' Sam started with a cracked voice. 'Y/n? Mindy?..'

I made myself scoot closer from the edge as soon as i heard my name.

The second GhostFace removed their mask, revealing something utterly shocking. 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧.

I let out a shaky gasp, it made Ethan furrow his eyebrows looking up to where i was at. I rapidly & quietly scooted my way back to my original spot. Hoping he didn't see me.

'Hey, roomies!' Quinn said cheerfully in a menacingly way. 'You didn't see that coming did you?'

'Yeah, because you died!' Tara interjected.

The three of them laughed. 'I kinda didn't.'

Quinn shrugged. 'It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train..that sort of thing.'

'Mindy.' I whispered.

'Yeah and I made sure I was the first one on the scene so I could switch her body up with a fresh one.' Officer Bailey added. 'Little fake blood, a prosthetic; you'd be amazed what a grieving father could get away with.'

Ethan & Quinn made their way into opposite directions cornering the sisters. 'I got Stu Macher's mask, he was my favorite.' Quinn said holding up the mask. Ethan put Nancy's mask on the mannequin gently.

' That's two.' Bailey muttered before pulling out a third. 'This was your father's. This is what we've been counting down to Sam. I'm gonna need you to put it on.' He demanded.

'Fuck you!' Sam suddenly yelled smacking Billy Loomis' mask out of his hands. Ethan lunged at her swiping his blade against her arm.

'You stay the fuck away from her!' Tara threatened holding her protectively.

Sam held onto her wound, looking at every Ghostface before her. 'You did this as a family?'
Sam questioned.

'Oh yeah, bitch. You should know better than anyone!' Quinn stated holding up the knife.

'They're still not getting it!' Ethan grinned.

'Get what' Tara mumbled.

Suddenly it clicked. Dad, Family. They wanted 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞. The only person Sam has killed before.

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞. They're Richie's Family. Shit.

'Look, I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro, it wasn't me!' Sam stated.

'C'mon Sam get the hint please' I whispered.

'Oh, we know that! Of course, we did! What do you think: this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on! Who do you think started the rumors about you in the first place?' Officer Bailey explained while Quinn raised her hand proudly.

'Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam into the hero of Woodsboro into the villain?' Quinn admitted. 'How easy it is to convince the world to believe the worst in people, rather than the best?'

'Because it's not enough to kill someone these days.' Ethan finished. 'You have to assassinate the character first. So, when Dad here discovers your horribly mutilated body, wearing her father's mask? He'll say you're the real Ghostface that took matters into their own deluded hands!'

'Exactly! That's why it's the perfect alibi! And all the best lies are based on the truth.' Officer Bailey pointed at Sam. 'You're a killer, just like your father...'

'No, I'm not!' Sam interrupted.

'Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother.' Quinn screamed.

'What are you talking about?'

'You said your brother died in a car accident.'
Tara said.

'No, no, no, you sweet dumb thing.' Ethan murmured. 'He died in Woodsboro at the hands of your bitch sister.'

Sam paused, studying the looks of the family.
'You're Richie's family.' She realized.

Finally Sam.

'Yeah.'

Ethan instantly jabbed his knife into Sam's shoulder, causing them to run into a corner.
'Ding, ding, ding! She's finally starting to get it.' he joked.

'Now!' Officer Bailey called, ordering them to go after Sam & Tara. 'It wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you'd done to him!
And I knew you had to fucking die. You had to be punished, along with anyone standing in our way.'

Quinn held her knife to Sam's throat. 'There she is. There's the fucking killer!'

I knew this conversation was about to end in a horrific way. I quietly get on my knees & try to find anything heavy & useful to start a diversion & get the girls out of there.

I scoot over to the other side of the theater not knowing a had a pair of eyes watching my every step.

'Have I been a perfect dad? No. Have I maybe overindulged Richie's love for his little movies? Yes, maybe. For me, they're just a little dark, but Richie really loved them. He even made a few of his own.'

Richie's film started playing on the big screen making Bailey approach the stage.

'There's a very special bond between a father and his first son.' Bailey stated. I noticed Ethan turn away for a moment. He was hurt.

Bailey made him commit these murders & Ethan obeyed to prove himself to him. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 '𝐝𝐚𝐝' 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞.

"Which is why I helped him build this collection," he finished.

'This is all his?' Tara questioned.

'Yes he was a very passionate collector. And the two others- we had to kill those wannabe film students because, well we had to kill you first, Sam. I put the theater in their name, and Detective Bailey would've stumbled upon it, but he didn't have to because that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist!' He explained. ' I built a dream for my son, which is why this is where you have to die, Sam, surrounded by the things he loved most.'

'What happens next when you're done with us?' Sam questioned. 'What, you just- disappear?!'

Bailey made his way down the steps. 'No, we have to hurry up to the hospital to make sure Gale and Mindy don't pull through' he stated, holding the gun to Sam's face.

Fuck. I feel so useless right now, If i showed myself before i would've been stuck down there with them. The three of them; with no remorse on me.

'Because everybody dies, Sam! Everybody who had anything to do with the murder of my son suffers and dies.'

'Yeah!' Ethan added, and the menacing grin returned to his face.

'Fuck, yeah, they do!' Quinn chuckled.

'Now.' Bailey started. 'Put on the mask Sam.'

'He was... he was so pathetic.' Sam muttered.

Officer Bailey furrowed his eyebrows, placing his fingers on the trigger. 'That's not true!' He denied.

'Yeah, your son. He was a manbaby who made his girlfriend do all the killing.' She stated, lifting her head.

'He was a strong young man!' The detective defended.

'He was a limp-dick, a little fuck who cried before I slit his throat.'

'Shut the fuck up!' Quinn yelled. Before she could attack Sam, Tara hit her in the face with a brick, sending her to the floor. Her teeth were scattered on the ground while blood escaped her lips.

I had found an Old Tv and it was now or never. I went towards it and moved it to the edge of the railings. 'Hey!' I dropped it on top of Bailey & Ethan. Bailey had gotten hit by it on his feet while Ethan had made an escape rapidly.

'Y/n!' Sam & Tara exclaimed at the same time looking up.

'Watch out!' I yelled at the duo.

Suddenly gunshots rang throughout the area. It was Kirby, who was finally unconscious. She tried shooting Bailey & Quinn.

Ethan was no where to be found.

I quickly turned around and ran to the stairs next to the furniture. I made my way to the Lobby and I saw him. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐝. His lifeless body.

I let out a scream covering my mouth as my moment of shock made me back away, something bumped-into me.

Ethan.

'Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, What a surprise!' He exclaimed playing with his knife.

I looked at him with disgust and pure anger.

'What the fuck is wrong with you!' I say still backing up.

'You really think you should be talking to the guy holding a knife, like that?' Ethan getting closer to me.

'I was right the entire time, huh?'

'You never fail me Y/n.' Ethan grinned.

'So what, you're gonna kill me now? You're gonna stab me multiple times? Go ahead Landry.'

'I know it hurts! I'm sorry for Richie, But this is not the way. I've lost people too. We all grieve differently but your father doesn't get that. He's hurting people! You're better than this & a better 𝐌𝐀𝐍.'

Ethan approached closer as i kept scooting back.

'You're not a disappointment Ethan, You're a great guy! You had my back & cared!'

'It's called an 𝐚𝐜𝐭 sweetheart!' Ethan exclaimed getting closer to me.

I finally hit a wall behind me.

'You can be the better person. You're good enough 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄! If your Father doesn't think that, Well i do!' I say in desperation. 'I really meant what i said before Ethan. I'm proud of who you 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 are, and this is not it. You don't have to be a killer to prove yourself. You're already good enough for you.'

'Shut up!' Ethan exclaimed aiming his knife at my throat.

Ethan's eyes meet mine as he tried comprehending what i just said.

'I forgive you Landry.' His eyes glistened as the pure anger of it turned into realization.

'So, If you wanna kill me. 𝐃𝐨 𝐢𝐭. I won't be your only 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Anika couldn't be one.'

'𝐃𝐨 𝐢𝐭.'