I don't believe in good mornings. It's a term made only for the early birds in our society whose jobs and occupation require a person to sleep under the normal schedule until they are twenty years old, and even then, they will be judged heavily despite having a job to start at night. I'm more of a night owl, one that delights in breaking the early birds neck with one press of my thumb. But after having a dream that doesn't consist of parent issues, cocaine, and how I could kill that one child in Atlanta in multiple ways, I am willing to call this an exception.

"Helloooo?" A voice my ears catch as a whisper as my body feels like it is getting pressed on by some kind of hard force, startling my sleeping senses and turning them on to re-enter the new world. When I return, I find myself looking up at the eyes of Amber Freeman, and I instantly remember the events of last night. "You know, you snore like a hog." She comments teasingly once she sees that she has my full attention. Seeing her smiling down at me is a sight that feels... very wrong in my daily life, yet somewhat correct at the same time.

"You're still here? I thought my parents would've came home by now." I voice my concerns as I rub my eyes awake as they try to shut close themselves, a very problematic thing to do. The last thing I need is for my parents to change partaking in premarital sex. They were the after marriage kind of couple, which, knowing human beings, is something to be impressed about.

"Yeah, that's why I woke you up, smarty pants. Just saw they're car pulling in." She says as she finds her pants, removing my sight from her lower half, specifically the half I played with last night. "And, I don't think you want them to find you with your cock shrinking, so you?" She playfully asks me while fixing her hair as best she can with her hands alone, though it looks like she'll need to be seeing her hair tools or whatever the female sex calls them when she gets home.

"Good point." I admit with a small nod, standing up and locating my underwear and pants, putting them on for now although I'll likely have to change in a little bit after breakfast or so. I notice that Amber uses the last few seconds she has left to stare at my special spot which makes me assume that is still somewhat hard. One second.... Yup, definitely feels that way.

"Alright, I gotta go, sadly." Amber informs me with a reluctant face as she finally equips her socks and shoes, the last items required to make her look somewhat like nothing had happened, though part of me thinks I'll find some left overs of my labor if she does wash up in the shower when she gets home. She then walks towards the window, planning to sneak around to save us the embarrassment, but I play to my persona and grab her hand, stopping her for a few seconds.

"Whoa, whoa, hey.... You didn't tell me goodbye yet." I point out with that playful touched starved eye that I've taught myself to have. The girls who fall for me seem to like it, and I don't wanna disappoint Amber any more than I did them. What happened with those past relationships? Oh, they just randomly ditched me before I could even say we're breaking up. Wonder what happened them, hmm.....

"Oh, of course my Romeo, how could I forget?" Amber quips in a humerous voice, a hand over her heart before she leans in and kisses me sensually on the lips, rubbing her hand against my bare chest. "See you later tonight?" She asks after pulling away, and I know that I definitely will since my goals haven't changed in the slightest.

"You better have my mind blown next time." I challenge her with a smirk as I caress her neck before letting her go. Amber giggles, biting her lip before crawling out of the window like we actually were in some kind of romantic room comedy, which, given the circumstances, doesn't seem that far off. Once she's gone, I turn around and notice my dirt sheets that, although make it a little less obvious, are still soaked by Amber and my bodily fluids. I need to get that cleaned up.

I then quickly step out of my room.... where I find my dad just about to knock.

"Oh, sport. You're up early." Richard notes in genuine surprise, since I'm usually up late on account of doing some.... nighttime hunting. "Hey, what happened with your shirt? It was on the living room floor when me and your mother walked in."

I open my mouth, but for the first time in my life, I am struggling with concept of words. I am.... nervous? No, Y/N, don't be doing this now. Okay, mental deep breath. In..... And our.... Now.... Answer.

"I was.... doing laundry."

No, you dumb fuck.
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Woodsboro: Laundry Mat

Okay, now I actually am doing laundry. Watching as you have to clean stains of your own pleasure makes you wonder what the craving of it is. I see no pride or secret vice in becoming what I have learned as a 'cumslut'. From what I've learned, the only strive in the stuff is when your body is challenged to take all of the..... Actually, you know what? I'll save you the imagery of all that until another moment like with Amber occurs.

Now, does doing what I do make you frequently partake in the act of sexual play? Not as much as you probably think. I don't need to invite a girl to my place or touch their thigh in the car to add them to my collection. But sometimes, it happens. And when it does it's usually only for blackmail purposes. Speaking of, I just added those two girls to it this morning, having left them in the night drawer last night. Today's a good day, despite the now known fact that I will have to watch my back from here on out.

While waiting, my phone vibrates, signaling a message. It's from Tara. Ah well, a distraction is a distraction.

Tara: Hey... You haven't forgotten about me, have you? ;)

Yes, I did.

You: Of course not. Was just about to text you about where you want to hang out.

No, I wasn't.

Tara: I got a ticket to this new movie I've been dying to see in theaters. I can buy you one if you want.

You: Yes please! I'm down for any movie!

Tara: Great! You know the place, right?

You: You mean the only movie theater in town?

Tara: Right.... 😅

Tara: Alright, I'll meet you there. Its about to start really soon and I was about to head over there.

You: Got it, just give me a few and I'm on my way. Laundry.

I send her a photo that proves my claims before pocketing my mobile device. I let out a small huff as I am now back to sitting on an uncomfortable chair, leaning my head against the wall, doing nothing. And no, I don't have games on my phone. Maybe I should try challenging myself by killing that one guy who's been giving me weird looks and stuffing him in the-

"Y/N?" I hear my name being called and turn my head over to the door to see Wes Bucks who's just gone through it. Guess he wasn't expecting someone of his particular age to be needing to use a building like this to clean means of warmth and law-requiring equipment. "This also part of your weekend schedule?"

"Nope, just had to handle my bedsheets myself. Can't let my parents know why they are so messy." I tell him with that 'I like getting my dick wet' wink, smirking like I just won an Olympic medal or something. "What about you? House doesn't have a laundry room?"

"No, not really." Wes answers with a shake of his head, to which I just simply hum, pretending that I used to relate at one point in my life. But really.... It's just clothes, who gives a fuck. The only reasons these places still exist is because of families traveling state to state and half of the time needing to wash the clothes they brought in their suitcases. Or, if you're like me or Peter Parker, to handle your business without too many eyes, and strangers have a healthy habit of minding their own business. "So, who was the lucky girl?" Wes then asks curiously, to which I chuckle.

"That's my little secret." I tell him numerously, clicking my tongue as I point at him. Wes shrugs, as I suspect he was simply trying to engage in idle conversation. "So, your mom find anything new about that missing girl?" I then ask a question of my own in return, only for the guy to chuckle as well.

"That's my little secret." Wes quips with a cheeky smirk, to which I scoff as if amused. Touché, Mommy's boy, tou-fucking-che. "Though I will mention that my mom doesn't think that Nadia ran away like everyone says she did. At least, that was what I was picking up." He mentions anyway, which does make me blink. Judy's suspicious.... Is she suspicious of me? Or just suspicious of foul play?

"What do you think?" I ask him as I look back up at him, making it seem like I'm just curious even though I feel like I'm about to spit out sweat in a few seconds.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. It's a small town, but.... We've had two killing sprees in two separate decades." Wes answers with a shrug, giving his honest opinion. It's still an opinion that's sound, and makes me regret coming here even more. I should've convinced my parents to stay in Atlanta or find a different small town to accept a construction job in. But, then again, why would they listen to me for a reason I would need to see the future to have? "Could be some bad accidents or maybe the janitor didn't actually kill them, and maybe Nadia."

"Maybe...." I whisper as I clench a fist to hide the fact that my hand's shaking. I look over and see that my washing machine is finally done. "Anyway, I gotta go, got another date for the weekend. See you at school?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, see ya...."

I quickly march over and grab my bed sheets, putting them in a sizeable cart since they are kinda big 'AF' as my fellow generation likes to say. Did I use that slang right? You know what? Nevermind, I probably never will. I wheel my stuff out, passing Wes who I briefly glance at. For those few seconds, I can see it. A pointed look, eyes laced with suspicion. He knows something more than what he told me, I can feel it.

Will I potentially have to risk the Sheriff's fury in exchange for the silence of her son?

By the time the back of my hand pushes against the door, I face forward. I calmly walk out like I wasn't considering murder one day after another murder, opening up the truck of my car and packing my bed sheets and pillow covers inside. Had to make sure they didn't get hit in the crossfire too.

I then walk over to my driver's seat.....

Before my cerebellum is suddenly ambushed by some kind of blunt object. I feel myself hitting the concrete of the parking lot with my body, and my head touching the scorching hot surface. It seems fate finds it fitting to feel pain first before I go to sleep, which I find understandable.

Finally, my vision goes dark.....

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You know, one thing I never expected to put in my resume of a morally despicable life, is to be the one that is kidnapped, instead of the other way around. I don't usually kidnap unless I really need my prey to be in a quiet place, like Nadia. However, as I wake up without any light, hands and feet unable to be moved aside from pointless struggling , I guess I'll have to re-write my evaluation of your Religious being's divine plan for me. Whoever worked these ropes did a really good job.

Then, my bag is removed, showing me a very similar room that I know I have been in before..... The living room of 261 Turner Lane. In front of me, on the couch, is Tara Carpenter, looking horribly non-sober. She looks to be in the same clothes I saw her yesterday in, though her pants look to be somewhat down to the knees. In spite of that bad sign, I don't see any sighs of sexual assault.  What the heck is going on? Please, someone tell me, I am genuinely interested in this picture. 

Then a face suddenly flies into my few, very blurry at first until my pupils clear it up for me....

"Hey-a baby..." 

"Amber?" I try to say, only for it to come out muffled as I realize my mouth has also been taped. I blink at her in confusion until my vision is eventually clear. Her lips, her eyes, her hair, her grin..... yup, this is her all right, and she has somehow been the one who kidnapped me. I don't know if I should be embarrassed or honored, because this doesn't feel like the kind of kid-to-the-napping that you find in the movies or TV shows, well, it could be, but I mean the predictable ones. 

"Shh, you can't talk, not yet..." Amber whispers as she puts a finger on my tape, as if adding power to it or something. She's in the same clothes she snuck out of my house in, meaning that not too much time has passed. But, that only makes me wonder a lot more about what the heck happened between getting hit in the head and now. "Oh, what happened after you got knocked out?" She then asks out loud, causing me to blink at her rapidly. 

How the hell did she-? 

"That's easy, I've been tracking your phone. I may or may not have shared out locations while I was in your bedroom." Amber explains with a proudly guilty expression, softly giggling as she wiggles her body a bit before looking like she quickly remembers something. "Oh, story time! Remember when I woke you up, earlier? I was, like, acting so calm. I was good at it, wasn't I?" She boasts to me while I just blankly stare at her the entire time, showing no visible emotion. Now would be a good time to show fear, but sadly, I don't find myself having any. Oh, sorry, can't interrupt Amber's story time. The girl walks over to a small plastic bag on the TV stand, where she pulls some things out before turning to my front. "Well, my phone was also dying and I was looking for a charger, you know, wanted to see if yours would work with my phone, but anyway, that's when I found..... these!" 

She then giddily throws out the small stack of photos onto my lap, and I look down to see...... wait a second..... these are all mine. This is my collection! I look up at her, unable to stop my eyes from going wide, now I know why she's put me in this chair, and that I have now upset the lion's den. I have created a banshee because I was so careless for one hour, one. And now, here I am, paying for that error. "Y/N... why didn't you tell me? I mean, I knew you were a little different, but I didn't think this kind of different?" She asks me with a curious brow, leaning a little close while I just stare back, clenching my fist. 

It's over.

Then, we hear the cousins of the couch moving around with a small creak, and Amber turns around to see Tara starting to move, though still not looking any better than the horrible condition I saw her in on first glance. "Wha.... wha.... how did I get here?" The girl asks out loud, even though I don't recall seeing her ever being asleep, is she having black outs? "W-Why do I feel so.... so dizzy, man?" 

"Because, silly, you're wasted." Amber answers her with a bright smile, walking over to her as she plops down onto the couch, sitting next to her. "I used some tubing and inserting an entire bottle of wine into your veins through your tight little asshole. You could potentially have alcohol poisoning because of it." She informs her with a face that makes it seem like it's more of a good thing when, even I know that it's really not, that's why I always make sure to cover up my crime scenes. "But don't worry, I didn't let that happen. I was careful about it."

 Speaking of covering up, I look around and see that the coffee table and such that was here during my last time visiting, which was that not-really-a-birthday party, have all moved out except for the couch and chair I'm in. Newspapers cover the floor, having been taped together so not one inch is left uncovered. "Oh, r-really?" Tara asks out as she's blinking rapidly, her voice incredibly slurred. She really has been waterboarded. "Uh, thak-uh.... thank you, I... think?"

"You're welcome bestie." Amber happily replies before giving Tara one big fat kiss, even making a sound when their lips smack together. "Muah! Man, aren't these times fun together? You know, like when you told me that you thought you liked Y/N over here. You know, instead of me?" She brings up with that big smile still on her face as she hip-hops towards the television, though I can practically taste the venom bitterness laced in her tongue. "That's what you said, right?" 

"Wha...?" Tara utters for a second, confused, before seeming able to remember that despite whatever state her mind is in. "Oh yeah, yeah... I-I..... I said that I was gonna.... um, was gonna ask him out.... you know? See if, um.... see if I actually liked him. I didn't actually say I liked him yet, did I?" She not-really-answers as she looks up at what she thinks is Amber, looking like she's trying to recall something else as well. "Didn't we.... like.... say something about.... um..... friendship?" 

"You mean how we could explore how we see our own asses?"

"Uh... I-I-I-I think?" Tara stutters as she tries to sit up, only to fall right back against cousins, leaning against them like they're her magnet. I suspect that she's trying to recall a story, but is having a hard time doing so. "This.... this girl I know..... A-A-Amber? I think she.... she likes me. But... I don't know if... if.... if... if I really, um.... swing that way. Because.... uh.... I mean... yeah, we made out that one time, and I... I think there was more?" 

"I know, I thought that was going to be the best night of my life." Amber comments with a melodramatic hum and touch to her heart, like a knight thinking about her long, lost princess. "Keyword, thought. But let me tell ya. Her pussy? Tasting like a cheesecake." She adds with a giggle.

Tara keeps trying to explain, but I can tell newer details keep popping up in her mind and fading away just as fast. "But.... I don't.... I'm too scared, to.... like.... let everyone know that..... that the nice girl's a bi-sexual." She concludes with a drunk giggle, clearly not understanding that I'm currently tied up right next to her. I wonder if she even knows I'm here.

"Oh, I know..... that sucks. If only you could talk to your best friend about it." Amber chimes in with a face of fake sympathy. She then opens up the drawers where her fingers crawl through the row of movies before finally finding the one she was after. "Have you guys seen a movie from the Halloween franchise?" She asks the both of us while holding out the 2018 movie. Okay, now she went from personal subjects to talking about movies? Seriously? And how the fuck am I supposed to answer? I have tape on my mouth, bitch! 

"Yeah, it's.... it's alright..." Tara tiredly answers with a wave of her hand, which makes me suspect that she hasn't actually seen it. If I were to guess from her age and the way she treats movies in general from the conversations we've had, I'm going to assume that she's the elevated horror type. Her posture is so horribly, that I wonder if her bones will ever re-cover, even if this ends with flowers and rainbows, and an emotional speech from Amber.

"Hmm.... the original timeline was a little too... supernatural for me during a marathon of it. But, once they brough back Laura Strode in H20, oh baby! I was back to having a good time." Amber voices her opinion as she circles around, walking behind it towards the hallway where he briefly pauses. "Oh! Be right back, you guys." She tells us before doing her weird version of ghost noises as she walks out of my field of view, and most definitely Tara's. "But then all of that was fucking ruined by that Halloween: Resurrection. Fans most certainly did not ask for Laura to die in the opening scene, or for their favorite ending of the story to get thrown out the window like fake-Micheal Myers's head, or for a black Jackie Chan to throw kicks around like we were in Cobra Kai or some wackass shit." She still continues to talk loudly enough for us to hear while going through something from inside the hallway, cackling at her own commentary. I assume it's that closet I always pass by earlier. 

Shen returns, wearing a cheap-looking black robe someone would wear for Halloween. Yeah, I know, ironic I gave that description. "Micheal Myers was such an iconic, Pamela and her whiny, bitchy, man-child Jason Voorhees has to rip off his shtick in order to become a successful franchise who's only good movies are Part 4, Jason X, Freddy vs Jason, and Part 5, which I thought was actually a earnestly fun time." She rants as she dances around the living room as her return, though I don't hear any music on, so I'm trying to wonder how she can feel so energetic at a moment like this. I guess she knows that her parents won't be home anytime soon. Eventually, she stops for a split second, which allows me to spot the baseball bat wrapped in wire in her hands, which she then sets down on the wall. 

Oh.... shit. 

"Hey, Amber..." Tara calls out her name as she quite literally raises a hand. I see that she's able to somewhat sit upward, good for her on that.

"Yes, bestie?" 

"Why are there...um.... copies of Nadia's... like, disappearance all over the place?" Tara drunkenly asks her, having been able to finally notice them as she gestures towards all of them with her hand. "Did you.... did you get a new cat? We.... we, uh.... my mom's gotten me a cat before, I could.... I could help you... you know?" She says before bursting out laughing, find something in her sentence funny.

"No, Tara." Amber shakes her head with a massive grin on her face, correctly putting on her personal leather gloves to add to the costume. Tara turns around and then sees what she's wearing, as well as he putting on some boots to match with all of it. I don't know why she didn't do this while I was still asleep, but I guess I just woke up very early, or she wanted to wake up right as she finished setting up this.... display of furniture. 

"Is that a.... Ghostface costume?"

"Yes, it is!" Amber answers in an overly excited voice, which almost squeaks because of her high pitch. She then skips past us, though stops and gives me a big kiss on the forehead when she gets close to me. "You're so cute when you're tied up like that hon~" She tells me seductively, though I just roll my eyes at her in response.

"My name.... isn't... hon." Tara chimes in, clearly not knowing that Amber isn't talking to her.  

The Freeman girl ignores her, however, and simply happy-marches over to the television again where she takes out the DVD of the movie she was commentating about earlier and inserts it into the disc player. A few seconds later, the movie plays and Amber turns to her while leaning her arm against the massive electronic device. "In 2018, CIP released this." She starts a new rant as she points towards the screen with a huge grin on her face while the franchise's memorable theme song plays. "One of the first requels I've ever heard of. It was a huge hit! However, it did a little too well, because then, it became a whole trilogy of this new timeline based on the first movie alone." She mentions as she does jazz hands before bouncing over to where she put Negan's favorite baseball bat. "Film makers probably thought it was gonna bring even more money, but it didn't! Because those sequels sucked! All they were, was crammed-in separate sequences while every character we knew in love was butchered because they were too busy talking about and sucking Micheal Myer's pure evil cock every single scene they were in!" She passionately states, before I see her turning her eyes towards me. 

"Watch this, babe." Amber encourages with an unhinged grin she's unable to contain, as she snaps her head in the direction of her best friend. "Hey, Tara!" 

Tara, turns around, before going wide-eyed as Amber raises the bat and lets out the loudest feminine roar I have ever heard before bringing it down onto her head. Tara's blood splatters against her and me, and I only flinch because I think for a second that it got into my eyes. Now, I know why all those newspaper clippings were there and why the furniture was removed. 

Tara's body falls to the floor, a large gap on the top of her head as she lands with a loud and messy thud. Her blood pours all over the place, but that isn't enough for Amber who's too far gone at this moment. She runs around the couch and looks down at her corpse with the reddest eyes of fury imaginable. "TRY WATCHING YOUR FANCY-PANTS ELEVEATED HOROR NOW, YOU FUCKING DUMB SLUT!" She yells at her body, getting her saliva all over the place before raising her bat again and bashing Tara's body open so many times, lose count. "YOU.... FUCKING.... SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! SLUT! FUCK.... YOU! I GAVE YOU MY..... FUCKING HEART!"

The blood has now completely ruined my clothes and possibly any chances of getting them clean. The bashing finally stops, and I open my thankfully non-tainted eyes to see Amber breathing heavily, weakly letting the bat slip out of her palms and roll across the newspaper clippings. She then slowly takes off her costume, her clothes and body clean, but her face and hair still covered in blood. She then also removes her gloves and throws them elsewhere. 

Meanwhile, I blow raspberries until my tape finally slips off, as that thing about tape in movies never actually keeps someone's mouth shut for long on it's own. With my lips now free, I finally ask... "Can I get these bindings off, now?" I calmly ask Amber, causing her to blink as she looks towards me, snapping back to reality. 

"Oh, Y/N...." Amber says my name in a very off-putting sweet tone. She slowly walks over and softly sits herself onto my lap, holding me tightly like I'm her pillow in bed. "I can't let you leave just so early. I haven't let you know how much I love you yet." She whispers into my ear, a tone that sounds it really means it, though this is, uh... a very weird way of showing it. "Oh my gosh, I said it..." She comments out loud, giggling like she's five years younger. "I'm in with a guy! Not a girl, but a guy!" 

"That's nice." I comment nonchalantly, focusing more on how I'm going to get out of this situation. If there's one fate I would rather be buried underground than be in, is to have a female like this treat me like a sex idol in her living room. Besides, she just killed the one person any sane being who wants to get away with murder shouldn't kill. The popular, Tara Carpenter. So, I also have to get her to focus on the cleaning it up part. "Amber, look, I could tell you put a lot of passion into that, but we need to-"

She grabs my chin and leads my head upward, shutting me with a kiss, moaning lovingly the second contact is made. She does this multiple times, the blood on her face getting onto mine as she rubs hers against it. "I think you... should be very fucking quiet, and enjoy what happens next~" She purrs in my ear before leaning back in to kiss me again. 

Okay.... I see that she's already back in the mood.

I kiss her back, deciding to humor her human needs. She leans her face into the perfect angle while she caresses my neck. I can't move my arms, but I've been introduced to bondage before, assuming that that's what she's going to be craving for tonight. "Fuck..." Amber whispers in lust as she sits up a little before to get rid of her shirt, giving me a grin as she throws it onto a safe area of the floor before doing the same with her bra right after. "I want daddy to love on me..." She mummers as she kisses me again for a few seconds, before turning herself around into a position where she can grab my head and bring it down to her chest. "Do that for me, won't you?" 

"Oh boy..." I can't but mumble, wondering how the heck I got myself into this situation. No, seriously, why are the odds? I feel like even my standards are being tested here with this one moment. But that aside, Amber shoves my head into her chest, giggling when my mouth eventually falls on her boobs. 

"There we go..." Amber comments satisfied, as I take the hint that the only way for me to move forward with this night is to play along for now. It's clear that I've somehow created this monster, now it's time for me to tame and train it so it knows the meaning of self-control, which at the moment, is impossible to do. I use both my lips and tongue to love her bad boys, making her lean her head back as she enjoys the pleasure. I can tell she's letting out a blissful sigh. 

She's mummering random sentences that I bet she got from a porno video, still holding by head and guiding it to the nipple she wants me to currently suck on. She hums, nodding her head approvingly as I catch on fairly easily. She closes her eyes and moans lovingly as I get the feeling she thought of doing this ever since she left my house. 

Her grip on my head is tighter, and she's pushing me further into her chest, making me wonder if she wants me to put on more of a show as I love on her. Alright, I've thankfully watched a few RedGifs in case I needed to know how to 'act' the part, so I let go of each tit with a pop of my lips before switching to the next one. I then also play with the other with my hand during each switch, making sure attention gets put on both. 

She lets out a long-dragging moan, grinding against my leg as my actions seems to be making her no longer want to try and tease. "Mmm, alright... I think I'll let part of you now." She tells me with a smile as she surprisingly goes by her word and grabs a knife from the kitchen where she cuts off the rope binding me to the chair one by one. However, 'part of me' means that she only cuts the wrists binds before grabbing be and throwing me onto the floor.

"Ow..." I mutter before giving her a glare. Was that really necessary? 

"Don't worry, Mr. B, we're now at the final segment of our little scene~" She lets me know with a giggle as she slowly and sensually drops her pants before getting on top of me. "You know, I really like it when we switch who's in control like this." She comments with a mischievous glint in her eye, her legs in-between my body, technically trapping me as my feet are still bound together. 

This girl is talking way too much, though, I have to say.

She then reveals that she has no panties underneath her pants before crawling up my body all until the space in-between her legs is all my eyes can really see. Oh, and her close-to-nude body, horny face, and boobs. Those too. Clearly getting very impatient now, Amber then lowers herself down and sticks her regions right in my face.

Thankfully, I know how to do this position very well.

She's already moaning as my tongue slides inside her secret space and begins looking for her sweet spot. Amber closes her eyes in pleasure as she grabs my head, making sure I stay put and don't do anything to ruin her.... I don't know, dream? Fantasy? I have no idea what I'm currently dealing with at this moment. I wouldn't be surprised right now if doing this next to her ex-best friend's bloody corpse is further adding to her arousal. 

Amber gasps in a way that lets me know that I've found the area she likes getting flicked the most. She uses a free hand to grab at her hair, sliding it down her face as her grin now changes to open wide mouth with closed eyes. She then once again begins grinding, and her noises get louder, letting me know I'm at the point where I prepare for my turn of the overload. 

"Oh, fu-!" She exclaims before suddenly grabbing my head with both hands and pulling it further into her pussy while she shoots her head back, her body shaking uncontrollably as she lets everything out. Fuck, this tastes awful, though seeing her squirm like this makes he see the appeal of the taste expression a kind of..... conquering. You've just claimed your lover's passion, and that's something I can be somewhat proud about. 

She eventually stops and finally gives me the ability to breathe again as she collapses onto the side of the floor. Once again tired, she lays on her back, her hands absorbing the sweat of her skin while she enjoys the fruits of her labor that she's just eaten. I take that as my cue to wipe my mouth and use the kitchen knife on the floor to cut the rope binding my lets apart, finally freeing me. 

Then, I slowly turn to Amber, who's eyes are currently closed in unhinged, twisted, but somehow sweet bliss. My target.... my prey.... her blood pulsates like a toy begging to be chewed. I've been trying to find the perfect opportunity, and with her incriminating herself to a murder that I allows me to claim that I commit this one in self-defense, getting away with this will be like stealing candy from a baby.

I raise my knife, bring it over her naked torso and....... Slowly lower it back down. I..... I can't do it.

Another opportunity, one more fun, is laying right below me, and I'm threatening to waste it. Her scent is still addicting, but maybe she has more worth to my life that I originally thought possible. Letting out a sigh, I stand back up, and not needing to change any clothes since Amber never let me remove mine, I simply walk around the house to help do Amber's job for her.

First, I clean the kitchen knife and put it back in it's place. Next, I take a couple of trash bags out and grab Tara's body, stuffing it inside one of them. I throw it in the backyard for later as I focus more on cleaning up the blood and brain matter that's still on the floor, not wanting it to drip off of the newspaper clippings and ruin the whole purpose of them being there. Once that's over with, I then bury a good place in the backyard for the body to go, since this place is surrounded by wilderness and I have plenty of options to choose from. Once I throw Tara in and bury her in the dirt, I then-

*RING*

*RING*

Ah, shit. I pull out my phone, obviously a little annoyed, and to my slight panic, it's one of the guys from the friend group, Mindy. Wow, this must be one my fellow generation calls, 'bad timing'. I frantically put the phone on my shoulder and press my ear against it as I still try to continue working. "Hello?" 

"Hey, Y/N's what's up?" Mindy calmly greets, obviously having no idea of the dark events that are taking place from my end of the cellular conversation. "So, hey, the gang usually hangs out at the bar during non-school nights, and people like Liv and Wes were wondering if you wanted to go." She informs me, part of that sentence striking me as odd.

Wes? Wes wants me to join the ride? I thought he was suspecting me of something....

"Um, yeah, sure...." I distractedly accept, not able to act so excited about the idea as I'm currently wrapping the sheets off of the furniture that are soaked in Tara's crimson liquids. "Uh, I-I have Amber with me, if you, um... if you want us both go come along."

"I don't care, was just spreading the message along." Mindy casually replies, possibly shrugging behind the phone. "Hey, so.... can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?" I stupidly decide to keep the conversation going as a way to act 'innocent' while I throw the sheets into the washing machine. 

"Have the girls been acting weirdly to you?" Mindy asks me curiously, although I fail to find the idea of asking one of the males for their opinions sensible. Even I wouldn't trust me at a certain point. "I mean, I don't know about Amber, but Tara talks to you from time to time, and I know the two have been.... at each other's throats."

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing." I 'assure' Mindy as I add the Ghostface costume that's also stained with blood into the machine. "You're one of them, aren't ya? Don't you have a way of knowing how their brains work?"

"Honestly, I'm a little too afraid to ask. I feel like Amber might rip my heart out, literally, if I ever did try to get personal with her." Mindy quips with a small chuckle, not knowing just how sharp her intuition probably is. "I'm guess that means Tara hasn't shared any of it with you."

"Nope, not really." I tell her as I gather up all of the newspaper clippings, without waking Amber waking up somehow, assuming she is asleep and still not daydreaming about whatever it is she's day dreaming, all into the other trash bag that I toss into the dumpster. This simple strategy ironically works for me despite the risks I take every time I take a life. "Anyway, I'm really tired, so... I'll see you later, all right."

"Um, okay-"

I quickly hang up without bothering to hear whatever Mindy has to say. As I take a look around the clean-living room, as well as Amber Freeman, I realize that I've accidentally dug myself into a rabbit hole, and it's up to me to figure out if I can crawl myself out of it. I have now become Sweetney Todd, but why should I care this much about not getting caught. I knew it was gonna come eventually.... Well, I guess I just like playing the game as long as I can.

I looks over at the kitchen, and spot a ticket on the counter, the same ticket Tara probably had before suddenly being waterboarded. I wonder why Amber brought it with her....... 

I look over at the girl, who's still mummering random things to herself while lying on the floor, shifting in place. I'm now convinced she's not actually asleep or convinced herself that she is, and I walk over to tap my foot against her nude stomach to shake her away. "Mmmm.... what- what is it?" She tiredly asks as she looks up at me, before looking around and see that I've been playing the janitor for her.

I then hold up the ticket, shaking it invitingly.

"You coming to the movies or not?"

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(A/N) New chapter!

I'm really tired af again as I write this author's note. I don't know how, but this book keeps making me write the craziest stuff I can think of. The sex scene wasn't even planned, I just randomly got the idea to include it as another addition to this wacko scene. 

Now things will really begin to escalate, as the canon characters now become viable for termination. Just in case it isn't clear, this story isn't meant to be incredibly long because an original story in this form is new to me. We're already at the half-way point technically, or at least about to be.

Plz vote and comment, any counts as feedback, add this to your library if you want to learn about each updated quickly, and I'll see you all in the next one!

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Why the heck's wrong with me, guys?