(A/N) Spoiler alert, don't worry. You get the privilege of stabbing Jada Smith seven times.

Also, gory descriptions

Also, Y/E/C = Your eye color.

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About a year has passed since Y/N crawled out of his hole in the ground. That's pretty much how it felt, anyway, having to move with everything in his body hurting. He was just like that guy in the well, surrounded by nasty little shit kids, only this time, Mickey Altieri granted him the mercy of pulling him out. He wanted to help.

Now, since then, Y/N has gone through the painful process of getting a fake ID. How exactly? Well, it was difficult, but he figured out the perfect way. Basically, he found one of the 'nobodies' at school, one without good parents so nobody throws a missing flyer. Slit his throat, cut him into pieces where Mickey helped in that front, then tossed the body parts into a river. This body was one he didn't want others to find.

Now, Y/N is forced to adopt his attire so people think it's him from a distance. Since Mickey and him are still in Woodsboro, Y/N still has to remain mostly in the apartment, unless it's to grab groceries and stuff. He's so till decided to stick to dress as his new fake identity. First, the goth makeup, yup, you heard that right. Even if he didn't like applying it, he needs to look slightly different than his usual self unless he wants to get put in the slammer immediately on sight. So, he dyed his hair black, make sure it's messy, lips are black too, apply some jewelry, and add some dark spots around his eyes as well. Now look at him, magnificent, is he not?

(You can still mostly look however you want, but for realistic reasons, try imagining your hair style different, and keep your clothing color mostly black.)

Now, did the mentioned kid's parents get a little nervous when their good who's supposedly still alive not come home anymore? Actually no, they were the neglectful times, so it sounds like Y/N not only found the jackpot in fake faces, but seemingly did the kid a favor. Well, to be honest, he feels like everybody is done a favor when they're removed from this planet. There's some good fixes in it and stuff, but it can be easy for everything to fall apart, just ask him and Roman.

"I got it!" Mickey abruptly exclaims while Y/N is letting his makeover wad. He looks up curiously at the kid who seems to once again be on the psycho website, more so than ever. Why? Well, all that he's gotten is that it's related to his previous killing spree with Billy and Stu. Aside from that, Mickey insisted on keeping it a secret, how fun.

"What's up?" Y/N queries as he walks over next to Mickey's chair, noticing that the guy has a very gleeful expression on his face. This better be something good.

"I've been detailing my murders like usual, and this one person in particular has been very interested." Mickey explains, finally allowing himself to lay it down for Y/N. "Get this, they're looking for fellow killers for a Woodsboro copy cat killing spree."

"Really?" Y/N slightly mumbles, admittedly a little interested, and a little honored. Though the way of how word got around the world so quickly was because of a little book written by none other than his big sister, Gale Weathers. It's simply called, 'The Woodsboro Murders' and the second Y/N saw the name of the author, he couldn't tell whether to laugh, or be a little angry. The second might be a little petty on his side, but the fact that Gale is able to literally cash in on their experience together makes him feel that even if he was jealous, it proves that they are both siblings, and their mother's children.

"I also mentioned you at some point, and it looks like they're willing to meet with us face-to-face, just so we know what they look like before we plan anything." Mickey informs Y/N, who seems slightly weary, but if they're able to meet with both of them, it should be fine. It's just..... what if it's a undercover cop behind that other username? Call him paranoid, but a criminal, especially a serial killer, has got to be careful. "That is.... if you're willing to have another round with Sidney Prescott..... or sweet old Gale."

Ah, this guy really knows which buttons to press. The good buttons, the ones that scream, temptation. Y/N turns to Mickey with a blank look.

"Where are we going?"

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Somewhere in Ohio:

Welp, here they are. If Y/N can be honest, this state always did feel like it breeded aliens and other weird crap you'd see in comic books.

"So how do I look, feeling creepy enough?" Mickey casually questions Y/N as they stand together in a private part of town, causally checking himself in a reflection of a puddle on the ground. He sounds like he's preparing for a very important job interview. 

"Sure, you look cool." Y/N offhandedly replies, not really in the mood to give a crap about his appearance. "Where is this contact if yours anyway?" Y/N asks. They've been trying in the same place for two hours and he hasn't seen squat approaching them.

"Right behind you." A voice suddenly answers, causing the two boys to comedically jump as they turn around to see a woman in her forties, staring at them with a blank expression. "Mickey Altieri." She identifies first before looking at the other. "And Y/N Wheathers."

"You told her my name?" Y/N frustrating questions, lightly punching Mickey's shoulder.

"It's a psycho website, relax." Mickey responds with his hands up, trying to remind Y/N that there's nothing to worry about in terms of getting jailed. "I double checked like five times, she's legit."

"Boys." The woman then re-grabs their attention with that simple word. "For the public, I go by Debbie Salt, but in private, you can refer to me as Mrs. Loomis." The woman then introduces herself in a very parent-like manner, the real name catches their ears rather quickly as Y/N in particular then recognizes her.

"Hold on a second, you're...." Y/N does a quick double check. "Your Billy's mother." Y/N identifies, causing Mickey's eyes to go wide as he looks back at her.

"Yes... yes, I am." Mrs. Loomis hesitantly confirms, slowly nodding her when after a slight glance downward. "But, that's not we came to discuss. Please sit down." She instructs in a motherly tone, which somehow makes Y/N and Mickey immediately obey as they sit down on a bench before looking up at her. "Now, all three of us are aware of the Woodsboro murders, either through books or personal means." She starts as Y/N and Mickey then glance at each other. "However, in my eyes, the story doesn't have to end there. Sidney Prescott won't expect if say another killing spree so soon, and you know how Gale Weathers is." She continues, that part Y/N knows all too well.

"So... we're gonna copycat?" Mickey questions, a gleam in his eyes, looking like he's run into a breakthrough in something. "Well, I'm done for that idea, but last I heard, Sidney moved to collage."

"And how are we going to shadow Gale?" Y/N brings up, not jumping into the boat so quickly like Mickey is. "She could be all the way in Arkansas for all we know."

"I can easily help us through those two little issues." Mrs. Loomis assures them with a confident smile. "After we draw that reporter to Woodsboro, I can get close enough to track where she is." She then pulls out her fake ID belonging to 'Debbie Salt'. Y/N's not surprised, being a member of the press doesn't come with any background checks, so faking your name isn't that difficult. "And if I help pay for both your tuitions, I expect you to make sure Sidney plays along as well." She then adds, displaying her offer to the boys, who are surprised that she's willing to not pay just one, but both of their tuitions. Where is she getting her money?

With an offer like that, how can they refuse? Especially for Y/N, who's not ready to leave the series just yet, not on sister's account. 

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It was a brief meeting, but as far as accomplice recruiting goes, it got the job done. Compared to Billy and Stu however, Y/N is a little more weary of the former's mother than he was with the last guys. The only reason he knew he wasn't going to get betrayed was because Billy already had his fall guy, and Stu would only be sold out in case he got caught. That's what Y/N and Roman taught him. But then.... there's something about the way she speaks, the way only a mother can. Y/N feels like it would be awkward for him if he said no to her.... which he can't tell if that sounds weird or not.

But anyway, now, in a new temporary apartment building, Mickey and Y/N plan their infiltration into Sidney's little friend group, assuming she has one. The first would be the obvious, which class to enroll, to which Y/N chimed in an obvious answer. "Film production. Randy Meeks has to in that one." He mentions, knowing his ex-best friend very well. "One of us can befriend him, and slide into the friend group that way."

" 'One of us?' What will the other be doing?" Mickey questions, giving Y/N a raised eyebrow. He then sees him turning to him with a creepily big smirk.

"Well.... the place has dorm rooms, which means Sidney has to have a roommate, doesn't she?" Y/N mentions in a very risqué voice, causing Mickey to chuckle as he shakes his head, he should've guessed. "Trust me, I'd be easier for me if I snuck it that way." He states with confidence and the boys both look at their new backpacks with a smile. After a while, Mickey adjusts his new camcorder, and Y/N cleans up his new Ghostface costume while applying more makeup. 

This will be it, a real-life sequel.

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One Year Later, 1998: Rialto Theatre

Now.... Y/N and Mickey wouldn't want to bother you with the boring details. To summarize, the first step of the plan worked. Mickey became Randy's cinema rival in Film class, and Y/N has 'gotten along' with Sidney's roommate, Hallie McDaniel. Maybe you would like see how one of them did it, but with a lack of drama and personal stick, why bother? 

However, it's not just Sidney's friends they've talked to. Y/N and Mickey have come across a couple other faces at the Windsor College of Stone Ridge, Ohio. Most importantly a few that Mickey found to be perfect candidates for their copycat spree. First, is a couple who are both named Maureen Evens, and Phil Stevens, whose names are very similar to certain first victims of the Woodsboro killer, or 'Ghostface', as the public seems to refer to him as. Y/N personally likes the name, despite Leatherface already being a thing, it fits the whole 'horror references' thing the mask and voice has for it. Speaking of the voice, Y/N managed to retrieve his old voice changer, and it appears Mrs. Loomis has one herself. I'm telling you, the law has nothing over online shopping, that stuff is pound to take over after future society one day.

But anyway, all three of our new killer trio have come up with a plan that not only will traumatize Sidney Prescott even more, but also throw the police off when as they switch patterns. It's going to be a scream. 

As Mrs. Loomis drives over to the theater (or theatre, whatever), Mickey records the people in the line with is camcorder. Loomis then parks across the street, she turns to the two boys with a serious expression. "Are you both ready?" She queries, and both Y/N and Mickey nod determined. "Alright, I'll wait here after your done. Remember, we're in public, and once you kill one of them, we start a time crunch." She reminds them, and the boys nod again before stepping out of the car and into the massive line. 

The hype has originated from a massive movie that is based on none other than Gale Weathers's book, and Y/N's last killing spree, simply named Stab. "You excited?" Mickey asks Y/N with a grin as they walk in line, the guy also supplied free tickets to Maureen and Phil, the couple they're going to be killing tonight. Y/N looks back at him with a small smile underneath his Y/E/C eyes turned black.

"Yeah.... it's been too long since I've gripped a hunting knife." 

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The craze for the new Stab movie has plagued the Rialto theater, so much so that it's the only thing that's playing. So, when Phil Stevens got access to seme free tickets from a friend at collage, how could he not see what it was about? He doesn't mind a good horror movie after all. 

He and his girlfriend now stand in the massive live inside where the steward holds a crap ton of Stab merch on the side as he sells or receives tickets. "I hate scary movies." Phil's girlfriend, Maureen Evens, brings up once again, causing Phil to roll his eyes. "I should be studying, you know I got a bio." 

"Baby, did I mention that these tickets were free?" Phill reminds her, holding up the two of the green cards. In fact, that's Stab's main color. The posters, the tickets, and supposedly the main credits are all green. Heck, the animatronic hand in front of the theater, raising its knife up and down is also green. "They were free."

"Sandra Bullock is playing right down the street." Maureen mentions, which makes Phill mentally roll his eyes again. Why makes a single actor more appealing than an entire film? 

"Man, ain't nobody want to pay seven-fifty to see some Sandra Bullock shit." Phil retorts before thinking on it for a moment. "....Unless she naked." 

"Oh, but you will sit through a move called Stab?" Maureen questions his logic, prompting him to start holding her in an impression of a serial killer. Rating? Seven out of ten.

"It's the adrenaline, Maureen... it's good to be scared. It's primal, know what I'm saying?" Phil playfully growls, trying to temp her into getting a taste of the dark side. It doesn't seem to be working so far, even if the attempt forces Maureen to creep up a tiny smile. 

"No, I'mma tell you what it is, okay?" Maureen states as Phil amusing looks at her expectingly. "It's a dumbass white movie, about some dumb ass white girls, getting their white asses cut the fuck up, okay?" She criticizes, correct for.... well, all of it. 

"Yeah, I suppose Sandra Bullock is Miss Ethnicity, right?" Phil remarks with a smirk, sarcastically bobbing his head as he does. 

"All I'm saying is the horror genre is historical for excluding the African-American element." Maureen notes, though Phil doesn't really care as much as he feels like he's supposed to be for her case. 

"Well, where the hell did you get your P.H.D in black cinema, sister soldier?" Phil questions, recalling that she supposedly said she didn't watch many movies. 

"Listen, I read my entertainment weekly, alright? I know my shit." Maureen responds so pridefully, and Phill almost busts out laughing. She is aware that the media is known for blowing things out of proportion, right?

" 'Yeah, Maureen. I read my Black Beat too homie' " Phill does a mock impression of Maureen in response as they finally make it to the ticket booth, using that same voice to talk to the guy. " 'Tonight we're gonna have a all-black movie, all black cast, all black wardrobe, black eyes, everything.' " Maureen rolls her eyes, but the guy keeps going as they walk inside. " 'Black Eyed Peas, Black Cats as well.' " Phil chuckles as he gets back to normal voice. "Baby, this ain't just some movie, I heard it's a miracle they managed to get this greenlit, the least we can do is give it a watch."

Maureen looks at him curiously as he mentions that. What does it mean 'a miracle'? Is there something controversial about this film she doesn't know about?

"Hi, here you go." A female employee extends a bag over to Maureen before she can ask her boyfriend for details.

"What's this?" Maureen looks at it perplexed, the bag looking like it belongs in a Halloween store. 

"Stab souvenirs, the studio sent them." The employee as well. One better look at the mask inside the bag causing Maureen to let out a fake gasp. 

"Look at that, and it's white." She playfully points out as if it helps prove her point ,despite the hoodie being more black than her and her hair. "Thanks." She says as Phil awkwardly chuckles behind her, taking a bag for himself. 

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While Y/N and Mickey walk along the double file line, the former glances at all the exterior related to the movie Stab. The posters, the moving hand, the green color as it's theme, he's trying to keep a straight face, but he's in love. Everything he did, is being shown for everyone else to see. 

As if for celebration, Mickey buys the additional robes for both of them as well as the mask and knife, which makes Y/N realize why he insisted that they didn't bring their own. The studio is going give them a few to borrow in a way that doesn't raise red flags, very clever. 

"Pretty good, right? Despite being part of the muscle gang, I'm not like what Stu probably showed himself as to you." Mickey boasts with a grin as he and Y/N casually put them on in public, no one bothering a glance at them.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you that." Y/N admittedly compliments him, though he tries telling himself that he would've thought that at some point. 

The two then go to blend in and spy on their victims....

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Inside one of the screenings that hosts the popular movie, the couple walks inside to see the first chaos filled theater room of their life. They have to split at one point when a couple runs through them, one playing psycho killer while the other plays the helpless victim. 

"Very romantic..." Maureen sarcastically mutters. As they then walk down the row, the title card plays, and guess what? It's green. A puppet in the villain's costume then flies above the audience, that's hoisted up to a rope operated by one of the staff. The place definitely has more of a budget than most theaters. 

Based on the book 'The Woodsboro Murders' by Gale Weathers. 

The two finally find some open seats next to each other. As they sit down, Phil bites his lip in anticipation while another employee takes off a shutter on one of the lights, revealing that the mask and knife have an Illuminant metamerism on them. The knife turns green and the mask is... green. What'd you expect? 

With that out of the way, the movie plays its opening scene. Which starts with a outside view of a house before we see a fictional version of a familiar face, Casey Becker. This time, the home looks more like a lake house, and Casey is introduced in a bath robe. We see her in the outside shot before following her into the bathroom, where she checks herself in the mirror before walking over a turning the shower faucet. There's a brief reference to Psycho as we get a similar shot of the shower as it pours water on the camera. Casey then removes her bath robe, and even though it's only an exposed back shot, it earns a hoot from some of the male audience members, and a smirk from Phil. 

"Now, why he gotta be naked?" Maureen questions, throwing up a frustrated hand. "What does that have to do with the plot of the story, her being butt-ass naked?" She repeats herself with a few added words. 

"I don't know about the plot, but I got a stiff one." Phil remarks, making Maureen roll her eyes at give him a look.

"You better loosen up that wrist." She warns with a nasty look before turning back to the screen. Before Casey can step into the shower, the phone rings, prompting her to turn and grab her bathrobe to answer it as she lets the water warm up, causing the males to all groan. Then, a Ghostface pops up in the window as a jumpscare, making a few to jump either playfully or genuinely.

Just like back then, Casey answers the phone, the difference is that it's black and not white. "Hello?" 

"Hello." An intimidatingly accurate voice of the killer speaks on the other end, obviously the killer/villain of this film. 

"Who is this?" Casey queries, not recognizing the voice she hears.

"Guess." The caller teasingly replies, causing Casey to scoff. 

"No really, who is this?" She asks again, much more serious this time.

"Were you.... expecting somebody?" The caller queries, seemingly interested. Casey glances over at the popcorn on the stove before hesitantly telling the truth.

"No...."

"Bitch, hang the phone up and dial sixty-nine his ass, damn!" Maureen frustratingly criticizes the victim's poor judgement while everyone else shushes her abruptly loud tone. 

"Who is this?"

"Who would you like it to be?" The caller asks, Casey, who's already suspicious and weary of the person on the other line. 

"I don't like games, who is this?" Casey once again questions for the fourth time, as she walks somewhere else, we see the killer overlooking through a glass section of the roof in another jumpscare, his presence illuminated by the lighting flashes. 

"Look out back, do you see your boyfriend anywhere?" The caller tempts her, assuming that he's waiting for a hunk of meet at the door. It's not what you probably think however, as one shot shows nobody outside tied up to a chair.

"I don't even have a boyfriend right now." Casey tells the caller for some reason, glancing around in slight paranoia. 

"Would you like one?" The caller offers in a flirtatious tone. This line causes Maureen to actually cringe as turns to her boyfriend. 

"Hey, can I.... give me some money, I need to get some popcorn." Maureen requests, wanting to do anything but watch this movie, and what's better as a distraction than a hopefully long line at the concession stand. 

Phil gives her a look. "You got money." He knowingly says, wondering what she wants with his. 

"I got my money, I asked for your money." Maureen specifies, and Phill mentally scoffs. He mutters something before pulling a wad of cash from his breast pocket and handing it over to her. 

"Thank you." Maureen says before standing up to pull her eyes away from the screen, getting herself out of that chaotic room.

"Come on..... cat got your tongue?" The caller teases when he gets no response back. 

"You know, I don't even know you, and I dislike you already." Casey utters annoyed, another line that can leave a pour taste in someone's mouth if they care about that kind of stuff. But most of the audience are slasher fans, so the movie's most likely in the clear. 

Maybe.

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While attempting to watch Phil and Maureen without being distracted by the film, Mickey spares a quick glance at Y/N, and sees that he rests his face on one of his hands with a slight disapproving look. Or... assuming that blank stare means disappointment. 

"That's so boring, you have to build up the tension, not have the killer start making the victim worried right off the bat." Y/N criticizes, knowing that this is almost the opposite of how he, Billy, and Stu did it. "Where's the fun in that?"

"I'm fairly certain that whatever you saw, Gale wrote differently." Mickey brings up as an answer, making Y/N to make a really hard fist, griping the palm with his fingers in a way that could leave marks. "Hey, it's still technically your movie." Mickey then says in an attempt to cheer the guy up, though it's hard to tell if he succeeded. 

They better kill one of Phil or Maureen fast, before Y/N grabs someone random and starts cutting. 

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After getting the privilege of exiting the doors, Maureen takes a breath of relief as she walks towards the concession stand. The lobby still has the same vibe however, as a couple movie goes that have already finished their film either gossip about Stab, or prance around in costumes, chasing each other with fake knifes. 

A very loud scream from the theater causes Maureen to twist her head back, but she reminds herself that it's just the film and continues on, passing by a couple employees who talk about how they sold out all the tickets. "Hello." The guy at the stand acknowledges her.

"Hi, um.... can I have a medium popcorn, no butter, and a small diet Pepsi please." She requests and the employee nods before turning back to fetch those things. 

While waiting, one squeamish girl walks out of her booth followed by her friend. "That's it, I am not going back in there." She declares as she crosses her arms. 

"Come on, you chicken-shit, it's just a movie." The other girl calls out her fear, apparently not seeing it warranted. 

"No, it's not just a movie, it's a true story. All these kids got killed a couple years ago in California." The antsy girl retorts. "Didn't you hear that one of the killers got away from the police?" She then questions, to which Maureen overhears as she mentally feels a spike in her body. That's what Phill was talking about earlier, one of the serial killers is still alive?! 

She grabs the drink and popcorn, and begins to slowly walk back to the screening room. However, when she makes it to one of the quieter areas of the theater, there's a small creek from the door next to her.... then someone jumps at her.

Maureen almost drops the popcorn and soda as Phil takes off his mask, laughing. "You ass!" She shouts, slapping him on the shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, I had to, baby." Phill shrugs, still finding it amusing. Well, that definitely makes one of them. 

"Why are you playing?!" Maureen loudly questions, the news about the alive serial killer having got to her head a little.

"Would you relax?" Phil encourages in a softer voice, wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer. "What's wrong with you?" 

"I don't like being scared.... I don't like that." Maureen mummers, putting her head on Phil's chest for comfort.

 "Baby, it's just a movie." Phil reminds her, though Maureen isn't so convinced of that. Like that other girl said, it's also based on a real story. "Besides, scary movies are great foreplay." He the playfully adds, kissing her ear. 

"Excuse me? You didn't mention that it's based on a seria killer who's still probably out gutted people's asses up." Maureen then mentions the man the girl mentioned.... Y/N something.

Phil sighs, noticing that Maureen has so far shown sighs that she's not having a good time. "Well, let's go see Sandra Bullock..."

"No, no, Sandra started already, we can stay." Maureen lets him have his way, knowing he's been dealing with her complaining so far. "Just stop playing so much." She begs as the two then share a kiss. 

"Alright... I gotta go to the bathroom." Phil tells her, smiling that she's willing to stay. "See you inside." He quips while heading off. Maureen hesitates to go into that craziness of a room alone, but eventually she finds the courage. It's still like she left it though, maybe even worse. The killer starts chasing Casey around the house while most of the more excited audience members start waving their knifes around each time he appears. 

Inside the bathroom, Phill sees that, to his bladder's misery, that all the urinals have been taken by costume-wearing individuals who have clearly been holding it in for a long time as it goes on for at least two minutes or so. Phil anxious checks his watch while he waits.

Another minute passes and the two strangers slowly turn towards him as he awkwardly stands there, shaking. When it's clear they're not going to finish anytime soon, he decides to give them a mock salute before going to take his business in the stalls, he first tries opening a locked door. "Sorry." He awkwardly apologizes as the stall door shakes a bit thanks to his elbow. 

Thankfully, the next and only one left is free, so he takes his piss there, not bothering with the door. Conveniently, the two other pissers leave right as he unzips his pants, awesome. 

"N-no, no, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it,  I swear...." The guy on the other stall starts whimpering, as Phil glances at it curiously. "I'll be good, mommy, please.... don't, mommy, no.... I'll be a good little boy..."

Phil chuckles as the guy continues to apparently be scolded on the other end of the stall. That, or there's some kinky degradation sex going on in there. "You wanna know why? Why I did it, mommy? I'll tell you, really, I'll tell you mommy, really, I'll tell you." The boy insists as Phill puts his head against to stall to hear what's going on, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Listen mommy.... listen mommy..."

That person from the other stall then raises a hunting knife and plunges it through the stall door, into Phil's ear. He stammers, unable to move as his mouth spits out blood that leaks onto the dirty floor. He feels the knife twisting and turning, cutting at the flesh inside and ripping at the meaty structure. The killer on the other side grips the handle with both hands, pushing the blade further in so it can scrape the skull inside. 

This makes Phill finally shoot his head back, but the damage has already been done. Gripping his bleeding ear, he quavers as he tries to get out while the killer pulls out his knife and examines the fresh blood on it. Phil then falls to the ground, the deep stab in his head having ended his life. 

Ghostface glances at the urinals for any witnesses, then looks down at the corpse who's head has sparked a trail of blood.

That went better than he expected.

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While waiting outside the male bathroom, Y/N sees the door open to another man in a costume, only this time, he takes off his mask to show him Mickey's face. The guy winks at him as he walks back into the theater as if nothing's wrong. 

"Have fun." Mickey whispers as he passes him, subtly handing him the knife, the real knife. Y/N glances at him before heading into the bathroom, which at first seems empty until he walks into a stall where he sees a very dead black man sitting on the toilet. Y/N smirks in amusement, taking Phil's jacket and putting on his mask. 

This is going to be fun.

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Back at the movie, Casey escapes outside, this time lacking the knife in her hand compared to her real-life counterpart. Maureen continues to watch, having to admit that she's now a little absorbed, though not in a awe-struck way. More of a 'wish the characters could hear you calling out their actions' way. 

Casey then ducks under the wall like in the real-life version, though that raises instant victim bells for Maureen. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don't do that." She warns, waving her head negatively. Casey crawls under the view of the windows, until she glances up for a peak, only this time, there's no killer to snap his head and punch through the window. "Move, move, go, go!" Maureen strongly encourages once the killer's confirmed to not be in the house.

Phil then comes back in his slasher mask, blocking her view for a quick second as he wraps his arm around her shoulder while sitting down. "Baby, give it up." Maureen says with a unimpressed look. 

Casey, scared, stands herself back up as she hesitantly goes through the backyard. "You came back just in time, it looks like she's about to get it. You want some popcorn?" Maureen offers, but Phil just silent shakes his head. Casey continues to simply walk through the grass, seemingly frozen in place. "Nuh-uh, see, if that was me, I would be out of there!"

The caller then suddenly slams himself through a light wooden wall to grab Casey, causing Mauren to scream and retreat into her boyfriend's arms. "Here it comes!" Maureen yells as Casey gets up to run and the killer sprints faster. "Here it comes." He then wraps Casey around like in the real life version. "Here it comes, baby, AH!" She screams again as the killer plunges his knife into Casey's chest. 

Maureen slowly turns her head back as the killer lets Casey fall to the ground before turning her on her back. Then, at that moment, Maureen feels something oddly wet on Phil's jacket. Casey punches the killer away while the actual opening victim lifts her hands up to see something.... red. Confused, she does a double, check, glance at Phil who slowly turns his head towards her, then a triple check where she twists her hands around..... blood....... this isn't her boyfriend.

Right as the section where the Beckers arrive at the house too late plays, Ghostface pulls out his knife, prompting Maureen to scream. As the Stab killer gets the blondie back in his clutches, the real killer stabs Maureen in the stomach, cutting her screaming off, now emitting a raspy gasp that's pretty much mute with the loud movie and unaware audience's reaction. 

As movie Ghostface pulls Casey away from the sight of her parents, Maureen slowly stands up with the pain in her stomach. The actual Ghostface sits casually until Maureen tries to leave, he stands up and as the Stab Killer pins Casey to the tree to finish the job. 

As they stab her once, real-life Ghostface follows with one of his own to Maureen in the back, narrowly missing her heart. The audience all cheers as they see the two, thinking it's all part of some a playful act, some even joining in with their bits as well. 

Another stab by the movie killer earns Maureen one in the lower back, Maureen tries fleeing, but her stamina is physically inferior to her attacker's and they've blocked off the obvious exit. "Kill her!" One guy encourages Ghostface as he watches, and they oblige, wrapping an arm around her neck where he brutally stabs her more deeply in the hip, shooting his head back as if getting a off on it all.

He then pulls out the knife, creating a obviously now fatal wound as she bleeds red all over the red carpet. Maureen, now on her last moments, crawls onto the stage as the audience cheers louder. The killer retreats into the crowd, presumably to leave the scene while Maureen suffers in misery. 

Maureen slowly forces herself up on her feet, before emitting a loud scream of agony as feels the blood pouring out of her body, second by second. Seeing the blood in her teeth and mouth, the crowd then stops themselves as they finally realize what's happening. They all stand there frozen as Maureen falls back on her knees, before dying in front of everyone, her cold dead eyes staring into everyone's soul. 

Now...... there's silence.

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Y/N and Mickey, ditching their cheep costumes and in the trash, holler and hoot as they run back to the car, looking like the just saw the best movie to everyone else's eyes. When in reality, they created it, the opening scene at least. 

"Man, I saw it while standing at the door, that was awesome!" Mickey exclaims while laughing, grabbing Y/N by the shoulders as he's unable to contain his excitement. "Bitch went down, and everyone was cheering for you! That is the funniest shit I've seen all year!" 

"And before that, Maureen was holding onto me, and the face she had when she realized there was blood on that guy's jacket was priceless!" Y/N adds and the two almost begin crying as they laugh at it all.

Mrs. Loomis's car then rolls up, and the boys all practically hop inside, well... there's a roof on it, so almost inside. But they still jump inside. "Did you boys have fun?" Loomis queries with a motherly smile. 

"Fun?! We had a fucking joy ride!" Y/N answers as Mickey excitedly taps him on the back. The two of them continue to play the scenario in their head, wishing they could go back in time and doing it all over again. 

"I'm glad, because there's much more where that came from." Mrs. Loomis promises, smiling at the boys through the rear-view mirror as they turn to her with excitement. 

Y/N takes it back, this was the best choice he ever made.

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(A/N) Ah.... now that's the feeling after writing a chapter I was waiting for.... it made me feel nostalgic in a way. I wrote this whole thing in one day, so any hateful comments is guaranteed to hurt my wiwwle feeweings.....

In all seriousness, thank you all for the sudden boost in votes after the cast and prologue was published, and I hope this long second chapter will compliment it. 

Plz vote and comment, and I'll see you in the next one.