
045| 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬
Corey parked his car before getting out of his car, he put his keys into his pocket before walking towards the house. He held onto his phone "Sid, I'm alright, I've been stabbed before, I'm about to meet with everyone, gonna try figuring out whose secretly the killer".
"Be careful Corey, I don't trust those kids, something about all of this, gosh it just seems different from last time, I love you, I gotta get the girls to school".
"Love you too Sid, I'll be home soon, promise" he ended the call before walking into the house. He could hear the loud chatter of the kids as he turned the corner into the living room.
"So let me get this straight, you're saying that you're
the daughter of Billy Loomis, and, what, that one of us is the killer?". Corey took his jacket off throwing it onto the couch as he sat down across from Sam.
Dewey was beside him and Corey smiled at the man as he looked around at the kids. Casey and Roman sat beside Amber and Wes. While Mindy stood up in front of the tv.
Chad sat in his own chair while he glared holes into Sam's head. "The killer told me he knew my secret, he attacked Tara to lure me back here".
Corey leaned back into the chair pinching his nose slightly, he had forgotten how boring these talks were. The last one he suffered through was back in 2000 with Mark and Gale, a long conversation that wasn't even necessary.
"But then why immediately go and murder
some douche-nozzle that was stalking Liv?" Corey rolled his eyes "maybe because the guy was a dick".
Chad looked at Corey with a harsh expression "what's that suppose to mean?" Corey huffed "it means the guy was a dick, don't put too much thought into these kills. They're being reckless, rational and honestly dumb".
"Please elaborate" Corey smiled slightly as he stood up from the couch he patted Chads shoulder. "Look let's take off the kid wheels for a second here, I've faced a lot of assholes behind mask before, like a shit ton...".
Corey let out a heavy breath "wasn't your husband and kid like a killer like a long time ago?". His eyes locked with a girls who he had forgotten the name of. "Look Annabelle or whatever the fuck your name is, that's not even important right now".
"My names amber..." Corey rolled his eyes "who cares what your name is, you'll be dead in like twenty four hours if you don't shut up and let me finish talking".
Roman stood up grabbing a hold of Corey's arm "you're drunk uncle Corey, just sit down and let everyone else do the talking". The man huffed in annoyance as he was pushed down into the couch.
"I can handle a few annoying kids Rome, and I'm not drunk, I don't drink anymore because of those stupid medications the doctors gave me".
Roman eyes saddened for a moment before he sat back down beside Casey. He looked at Casey "he never calls me Rome..." He whispered it to her.
Corey looked like a mess, it wasn't hard to miss now that he was sitting down again. His eyes held such dark bags under them. His flesh was pale and he looked like he was on the verge of crying.
"Why does it have to be one of us?" Wes pointed towards Dewey "what about Deputy Dewey here? Maybe he's the killer. No offense".
Dewey smiled weakly "none taken, but what's my motive?" Wes leaned forward "well you got stabbed a billion times, got dumped by your famous wife and crawled into a bottle. I think it's safe to say you're on the suspect list".
Dewey let out a heavy breath "well maybe you're the killer because that cut deep". He leaned back looking defeated, Corey huffed "you know what else cuts deep Dewey? A knife in your back".
Wes looked between the two awkwardly "I mean it's more then likely Corey could be a killer, he has a lot of valuable reasons as too why".
Corey turned "and what would those reasons be?" Wes sighed "well for starters. You've been attacked a lot by someone you call a friend, nearly died, your sister was killed, alongside that your husband and son turned out to be killers both of which were killed by someone you care about, your entire life is on the news and inside of books, I wouldn't be surprised if you were a killer at this rate. That's a lot of things to handle all at once".
The room was silent as Corey glared at Wes "maybe you're the killer, trying to throw all the blame on me and Dewey, get everyone else off your back".
He stood up off the couch "but I'm not the killer, that's insane". Corey sighed deeply "I'm going outside for a smoke, you kids go ahead and start blaming me for everything while I'm gone".
He stormed off outside angrily as the door slammed shut behind him. "You really gotta work on your defensive skills, it's not looking good on your end Corey, I mean those kids are gonna tear you apart if you don't stand your ground".
Corey sighed as he grabbed a cigarette out of his back pocket. "Those things are gonna get you killed one day dad, you really should listen to dad, stop smoking already, they reek like ass".
Corey pinched his eyes shut "I don't have time for this right now, just leave me alone". "We're not going anywhere, you're stuck with us until this shit dies over. Poetic isn't it? The family's back together because some asshole decided to wear the mask again, you really should just give in already... start killing the fuckers who doubt you".
Corey looked at the man with annoyance "Roman you're literally dead, you think I'll take advice from you? You're literally figment of my imagination, both of you are". He glared at Mickey with annoyance as he put the cigarette into his mouth.
"Gosh you really are drunk, I Thought I told you to stop with that shit, especially since you're on medication! You really should listen to me more".
Corey rolled his eyes "you're literally telling me shit I already know, I'm not gonna listen to anything you have to say, neither one of you!".
He threw the cigarette onto the ground stomping onto it harshly before walking back inside. Everyone was still sitting around while Mindy went on and on about movies.
"Are you telling me that I'm caught in the middle of fan-fucking-fiction?" Sams words were loud and Corey let out a light laugh as he sat back down.
"Jesus this generation really has changed, Fanfictions, what the fuck are those?". Mindy laughed lightly "it's were people write there own ideas and plot into a movie or show, shit anything these days, you have quite a few yourself online, you've got a lot of fans from stab".
Corey frowned "do I even wanna know how bad they are? Wait...how do you even know that? Don't tell me you're reading them!".
Mindys cheeks reddened "I don't read them, I've just seen a few here and there, here I'll show you". Mindy grabbed her phone out of her pocket and Corey looked at Dewey, the man shrugged his shoulders.
Mindy handed Corey her phone "what the fuck is this title! Bittersweet Tragedy? Are they saying my life's tragic?". He huffed in annoyance as he scrolled on the phone "woah! Woah! What the fuck! they just really got into the point!" he handed Mindy back the phone as the girl laughed.
"Was it really that bad?" Corey shivered as he looked at Dewey. "You do not need to know man, let's just say it was very eventful".
He looked at Mindy "also that story was completely wrong, I would never do those things, at least not with Randy". Casey and Roman both gagged "gross, uncle Corey!".
The man laughed "what I'm stating the facts! I can't believe people think me and Randy would even be together like that, I kissed him once! One time! Way back in like college when I was drunk".
"Holy shit! You kissed our dad!" Corey huffed "yeah, he had never kissed a girl before and he asked me for some tips. My dumbass thought he meant he wanted to kiss me, and well one thing lead to another and bam! Now that I think about it, I've kissed literally everyone in that friend group, damn I really got around back then".
"Gross!" Corey laughed lightly as he grabbed a glass of water off the table. "You can't get comfortable with these people, one of them is the killer Corey, I taught you better then this".
Corey huffed slightly as Roman sat down beside him, the blood that stained his robe mending into the couch cushion. "Seriously dad, you can't trust these assholes, they're gonna get you killed!".
Mickey stood in front of Corey blood running down his neck as he smirked slightly. Corey huffed as he stood up from the couch "I'm gonna use the bathroom, you can continue your little talk".
He walked off Roman and Mickey trailing after him with loud footsteps. "That was a lame excuse to get away from them, dad you're really bad at this, you could've just started threatening them, made them so scared they won't go after you".
Corey rolled his eyes as he pushed the bathroom door shut "okay, listen if you two asshats are gonna be here annoying me. Just know I'm literally gonna ignore you until you disappear again".
"Yeah right. You know deep down inside you love when we show up, makes you remember the good ole days when your life wasn't so fucked!".
Corey sneered angrily "Roman literally shut the fuck up! I don't have time for this, I need to focus on keeping everyone safe, I can't do that if you're messing with my head".
"This isn't our fault, you always get like this whenever ghostface shows up, you know we won't just disappear, we're a part of you Corey! We always will be, we're family".
"Family, you're both dead! I'm literally talking to air right now! You're not real, none of you are, it's just my mind playing tricks on me. Now go away, I need to focus on ghostface".
"Sorry dad, we're not going anywhere, not until you just give in already, go out there and start killing some people! Put on the fucking costume! Be like me and dad! Be ghostface".
"No! I'm never gonna be like you, I'll never be ghostface" he walked out of the bathroom. "Uncle Corey?" he ignored Casey as he stormed out of the house. He got into his car and drove off.
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authors notes:
The iconic line was spoken! knife in your back! Yessss! We love it!!!! I've had this shit in my drafts all morning and now I'm finally publishing it. My ass should really be more consistent with these damn updates especially when they're ready. Also Corey not liking amber, I wonder why (lol). He's got like a sixth sense or some shit, he can tell when there's a ghostface killer in the room (lmao). I would say this is the half way mark of this act but that's an absolute lie, we're not even close.
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