*Gory Descriptions

Blackmore University: October 29th

The morning after such a exhilarating night, the unsuspected Y/N L/N attends his education during the daytime in film class, who he shares with a couple friends, Jason Carvey, Greg Bruckner, and lastly but most importantly, Mindy Meeks-Martin, niece of Randy Meeks and someone who he's decided to get close to.... just in case. Also, he felt like it was pretty much mandatory for his life, since he's dawning the mask of the one and only Ghostface, then entity which resembles everyone's true face deep inside themselves. However, only a few have accepted it. 

During that film class, film theory, if you want to get specific, a small debate goes on about the recent slasher movies whose characters have had their actors switched.  "And with that, I think we can call agree that every franchise is guaranteed to have hit a bump" The Teacher, Professor Larua Crane, concludes during a lecture, which like many film classes before, instigates a debate as Jason raises his hand.

"Except for the Stab movies, if I may be so bold." Jason chimes in, causing everyone's attention to be directed towards him. "So what if Sidney Prescott wasn't in Stab 8 or the requel, it's fine just the way it is." 

"And may I call that as the term, bullshit, the second Sidney put a sue roadbloack on all of the movie makers asses is when it became more water downed than ever." Y/N immediately retorts. "Like, you actually think the time travel stuff they introduced in Stab 5 was good?" 

"It is if you watch the movie, knowing that the writers were doing whatever they wanted to." Greg replies, standing up for the first side of this debate. "They're slashers, nothing's supposed to be complex, it's blood, guts, with whatever message they carry."

"You're telling me Halloween Kills had a message when everyone was acting like they were John Rambo as they ran around the town, getting themselves killed?" Y/N questions with a brow, followed by an amused chuckle by a few of the other students. "Bottom line, modern cinema as killed every franchise it touches."

"Maybe, but it's not done by one simple movie." A third party, Mindy Meeks, states as the other three twists their heads towards her. "Child's play, Nightmare on Elm Street, Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Each of them had that one movie, and they seem pretty alive to me." 

"Yeah, the thing is, however, nobody ever enjoys any of the new stuff." Y/N mentions. "And even if there's one of the new additions to a series turns out fine, it's discovered to have a trilogy, the second one has problems everyone wants to point out." Y/N counters, gesturing the downgrading with his hand. "This is why I'm saying, there's a difference in being stuck in the past, and being inspired by it." 

"You know, your way too pessimistic about all this, there's still good directors and movie viewers out there. It's not all 'new movie bad'." Jason points out, giving him a half-amused half-judging look. "Hey, a lot of people said House of the Dragon was pretty good."

"A lot of people have gotten used to The Amazing Spiderman 1 and 2." Greg also brings up. "And people said I was crazy for thinking Andrew Garfield was better than Tobey."

"It doesn't make money at the box office, and that's what you need to keep a modern addition to your franchise alive, without that, yours is screwed." Y/N points out, which brings him up on his next point. "And that's what's making Stab suffer, because their new movies need to age, especially with Sidney Prescott gone." 

"I was wondering when you were gonna bring that up..." Jason mutters as he brief points with a sigh. "The new protagonist was just fine, she have nothing to do with everyone's old expectations." 

"You can't just leave people on a cliff hanger and start a completely new story, it doesn't fit with the audience at all." Y/N retorts, seemingly still a little bitter about that whole affair. 

"Honestly, I just think it was her actor that was the problem." Greg puts his ten cents in, disapprovingly shaking his head. "Wasn't very good." 

"Okay, that's where I'm gonna have to shut you down." Mindy, finally getting her voice back in the conversation, immediately sits up straight as Y/N starts chuckling.

"Uh, oh, you've got her going now..." Y/N playfully warns Greg as the other amused students watch expectingly. 

"You do recall that the movie pretty much bounced back and forth between hopping old mentor that was Sidney's copycat on her lap, while the actual protagonist was given dialogue that fanfic writers would make up on the spot." Mindy gets the gears rolling as Greg is forced to have almost everyone's eyes watch him get lectured by the Woodsboro survivor herself. "The actor can't get abruptly hated on because of whatever lines were in that script." She continues on while Jason and Greg, glance at each other with a small exhale while Y/N gets his popcorn ready with a grin.

It goes on for as long as until the bell rings, making an hour-long conversation feel like ten minutes. 

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After class, the film trio, Jason, Greg, and Y/N all walk the campus grounds together. Mindy would likely and should be a part of this little group, since they're technically in the friend group with her and the other Woodsboro survivors of three years ago, but admittedly, their conversations can get a little... apathetic. 

"All I'm saying is, if I was a Ghostface psychopath, I would definitely be jumping Jill's bones in a heartbeat." Jason instigates the newest, most interestingly weird conversation they've had, and they've surprisingly never discussed yet, the female killers. "Betrayal or not, it's Jill fucking Roberts."

"Nah man, Amber Freeman is where it's at, have you seen her picture? No wonder Richie Kirsch decided to tap something like that." Greg argues, however, the mention of Richie causes both Jason and Y/N to turn to with a judging look. "What?"

"Dude, no one likes Richie, you know that, right? Y/N criticizes him, neglecting to mention Charlie Walker's reputation as well, as he doesn't want to admit he kinda likes him as a killer. 

"Well okay, Mr. My Opinion is Superior, who's the female Ghostface of your dreams? And you better not say Nancy to dodge the voting." Greg questions him, crossing his arms while he shows a snarky brow. 

"Quinn Bailey." Y/N calls out to the girl who his eye barely manages to notice her passing by. Surprisingly, she stops upon hearing her name come out of his mouth as she spares him some of her attention. All the while, Greg throws up his arms upon his query being dodged. "Hey, we're asking everyone, if it was guaranteed they wouldn't stab you in the back, which Ghostface killer will you partner up with in terms of attractiveness?" 

The girl blinks a couple times as she notices Y/N slowly starting to regret asking her. "That depends, am I gonna have to leave love-stricken notes on their graves, pleading to them to marry me?" She humorously queries. 

"Unless that's what you're into, either way, we don't judge." Y/N tells her with a shrug as the boys collectively nod. "Jason likes to fuck dead bodies anyway." He then suddenly adds, causing Jason to blink and look at him with a dumbfounded look. 

"What?"

"In that case, I'll pick Stu Macher." She answers with a rather ironically cheeky smirk as Greg hoots before raising his hand to receive a high-five from one of his pals. Looks like he's winning the bet so far. 

"Yeah, I can see people liking a tall, hunk of muscle like that." Y/N comments with a fake chuckle before remembering something else. "So, you going to the mixer? None of us are pledged, but we heard the host's son is rich, so..."

"We'll see, my nights kind of plan themselves." Quinn says in a slightly suggestive, and Y/N nods understandably at what she's referring to, though a little disappointed since she'll most likely choose the most common option. 

"Right, well... hopefully we'll see you there, the eye candy the Omega Kappa Beta gives us is starting to get old." Y/N humorously comments, as he puts his hands in his pockets. The hint for something along the line of 'except you' are caught on by both as Quinn lets out a suggestive smirk, to which Jason and Greg glance at each other. "Oh, and, are you-"

"Hey, have any of you guys seen Andy?" A new figure approaches, Chad Meeks-Martin, and he looks at them curiously and a little concerned. Y/N and Quinn glancing unknowingly at each other, the former being a little more fake.

"No, why?"

"He hasn't shown up for practice, and now coach is getting a little peeved. The other guys seem to think it's his secret hook-up, but I don't know..." Chad explains with a shrug. It's interesting to Y/N that Andy's death hasn't made the headlines yet, but judging by the fact that only the police know, media is most likely a little slower this time. It'll get there eventually. 

"You meant to tell me one of the best football players in Blackmore is not perfect? Sound the alarms ladies and gentlemen." Jason mockingly exclaims, causing Greg to laugh as he pats his shoulder. "You'd try calling him?" 

"That's the first thing I did, it immediately goes to voicemail." Chad replies and as they start discussing the sudden disappearance, Y/N feels his small anxiety creep as he notices Quinn's eye continuously glancing in his direction, even when she probably thinks he hasn't noticed yet. What the heck's up with her? 

"Alright, well... I better get back to it before break ends, you call me if you see him." Chad requests as he pats Y/N on back as he walks past. As the rest all stand there in silence, Quinn then turns to the three.

"I should get going too..." Quinn tells the, looking Y/N up and down with a look that he feels isn't just standard attraction.  "I'll see you later." She says as the film-geek-trio all watch her go, Greg glancing at Y/N with an amused chuckle.

"Completely unaware of the vibes you're shooting her way." Greg comments with a smirk, causing to Y/N to give him an unamused look.

"Yeah right, asshole..." Y/N mutters as they start heading down to hall, towards the door that leads out of campus. During which, another fellow student from their friend group joins in sync with them.

"Hey, have you guys seen Tara?" Ethan Laundry queries as he joins them walking down the many hallways. 

"Why? Don't tell me she's missing too?" Y/N jokingly asks, causing Ethan to glance at him confused. 

"Missing?" Ethan questions with a out of the loop expression, clearing haven't heard the news ass well. "Whatever, no. I was asking because she lent me her notebook when I ran out of papers and I can't find her anywhere. I'd call her, but my phone's dead."

"You let your phone die? Are you even human?" Y/N questions, giving Ethan a very judging look, to which Ethan shrugs his shoulders so high, an angel probably touched them. 

"I was distracted, I had econ." Ethan tries giving an excuse, though Y/N can't help but mentally groan as he knows so painfully that it is, giving that he's said a hundred times so far. "I'd feel like a dick if I forgot to give her them today."

"Good luck." Y/N apathetically says to him as he idly pulls out a tablet, and almost pauses upon seeing Skyward. "She gave me a C minus...." He again mutters, this time, in a extremely offended low voice. Greg, Ethan, and Jason curiously glance at it, and knowing hard Y/N put into the assignment causes them to mouth an 'oh' as they give them an awkwardly sympathetic look. 

"Sorry, buddy." Jason says with a sympathetic tap on the back. They keep walking outside, but Y/N just stands there as he starts to feel the bloodthirsty voice whisper in his head. 

"She gave me a C minus....."

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Somewhere on Hudson Street:

Have you ever had that awkward and maybe embarrassing feeling of going to a date with a guy online, only for said date to not have arrived at the agreed time? Well, that's what Laura Crane was feeling as she sits in front of a bar on Hudson Street. She even mistakes one person that comes up as the guy at first, only turn towards another direction. So, we're now on embarrassingly level of awkwardness. 

Her phone then buzzes, and Laura checks to see that it's none other than the man himself. So thankfully, she hasn't been showed up yet.... she thinks anyway. 

Reggie: Hi!

Reggie: This is embarrassing....

Reggie: I'm lost.

Laura amusingly chuckles to herself, sending a few laughing emojis his way as a reply. She drinks up her second shot as she sees Reggie about to send another text her way. This is going to be good.

Reggie: Can I call?

Laura mumbles and styles her hair a bit as she considers it before eventually sending him a thumbs up emoji. "Another shot?" The bartender asks and Laura mouths a 'sure' as she diverts her eyes back to her phone. A couple seconds later her phone rings, causing her to hum before answering it as the face of a very handsome gentlemen appears on the ID screen. 

"HI, hey Reggie..."

"Laura, hi." A nervous but slightly attractive voice greets back as he embarrassingly chuckles.  "So nice to phone-meet you in this incredibly embarrassing way." He notes with a very sheepish tone of voice. 

"Oh.... yeah, you know... no-no problem, it's fine." Laura stutteringly replies, which may mean that he's already lost a few points by having her feel a little embarrassed for ten minutes straight... well, okay, it probably started at six. 

"Uh.... but this is what I get for picking a trendy place with no sign out front, huh?" Reggie humorously comments as a way to easy the awkwardness, causing Laura to admittedly chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, why do they do that here?" Laura wonders out-loud as she bitterly glances outside as if cursing the entrance for not having the restaurant's own name on the front. It has the money for all those lights after all.

"I don't know, I've only been in this city for a couple of months...." Reggie then admits, which lets Laura perk up a bit.

"Me too, no way!"

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah. Well... it's a very cool restaurant." Laura comments as she glances around, though she's only partly genuine about her opinion as she notices all the girls that have their dates with them. Especially the Jason guy standing right next to her. 

"Is it on Hudson?" Reggie asks her as if he needs to make sure.

"Yes." Laura confirms with a nod, starting to wonder how Reggie forgot the directions for the place he literally proposed. 

"Am I on Hudson?"

"I don't know..." Laura offhandedly replies as Reggie seemingly looks around, realizing just how lost he really is.

"I am not on Hudson... shit." Reggie embarrassingly realizes as Laura awkwardly chuckles. "Uh, I am now walking towards Hudson." He informs her. "I am so, so sorry. This is not the first impression I was trying to make on a collage professor..." 

"Oh, pfft, associate Professor, and it's just Film Studies, so... you're safe." Laura modestly corrects him, trying to make it sound like not that big of a deal. 

"Oh... Film Studies? That's..." Reggie oddly chuckles a bit. "...Cool." He says, though it's hard to tell if he really means that, or the hesitance in his voice means that he had no idea that associate Professor and Film Studies was even a thing.

"You say that, but try teaching a class on 20th-century-slashers to a heap of hungover nineteen-year-olds." Laura mutters, her memories of the random debates that follows comes into mind. Not that she hates them, it's just.... sometimes, they argue stuff that doesn't make any sense.

"Slashers, huh? 'What's your favorite scary movie?' " Reggie then reacts by imitating Ghostface, earning himself a genuine chuckle.

"Um... not that one." Laura replies with a slight laugh of her own, which actually packs a 'ha' in the noise. 

"So, why slashers?" Reggie then queries, seemingly having found an actually topic of conversation and he is definitely thankful for it.

"Um, well, I just, you know, I think it's interesting. You can really examine the culture of the moment by looking at the tropes of the time like, um, the masked killer, the final girl, the different rules. Don't split up, don't have... sex." Laura hesitantly brings up the last word, causing them both to share a chuckle.

"Um... don't answer the phone." Reggie finishes, fully understanding where she's coming from.

"Exactly, exactly, it's all very cliché. But out of those cliches comes opportunity for outsider art. A voice for the voiceless, you might say." Laura states, though she can't but feel like the way she's presenting it sounds weird in her own voice. "Geez..." She whispers to herself.

"Yeah, I'm more of a rom-com guy, to be honest." Reggie comments with another chuckle, before finally moving along to the main focus. "Okay, I think I'm on Hudson.... Um, what color is the outside of the restaurant?" He then asks, apparently still having no idea where he's going or what he's looking for.

"I-I think it's red."

"I don't see anything red...." Reggie shares with her in a very sheepish voice, no doubt feeling like a complete idiot right now.

"I, um, I could be wrong. Let me just, um...." She stands up from her seat and grabs her purse. "Let me go have a little look-see..." She offers as she makes her way outside, leaving the shot hanging on the bar. 

"Oh, okay, thank you." Reggie gratefully says as Laura steps outside. She then quickly turns her head back around and sees her description is accurate. It has the simple fancy aesthetic with the glowing red lights shining over it. 

"Alright, um... yup, it's definitely red." Laura confirms, pointing at the darn thing with her purse. There's no way the guy can't see it as it practically stands out from the rest of the buildings near it.

"Yeah, I'm not seeing anything red here...." Reggie still claims, muttering a hint of confusion. "Um... ah crap, I'm still a block over.... Oh! It looks like there's an alley I can cut through." He points out. "Is the restaurant near an alley?" 

"Um....." Laura scans the many nearby buildings before finding something exactly like that. "Yes! Yes, there is an alley."

"Oh, perfect. I'm coming down the alley." Reggie lets her know. Laura then walks down the side, then across the street, getting a better view on the linier path. Hopefully, she'll now be able to finally meet this guy in person. However, as she watches, she doesn't spot a soul in sight.

"I don't see you..." Laura tells him as she tilts her head and squints to see if she's just half-blind. Nope, still don't see anyone.

"Wait, really? Are you sure?" He asks confused as Laura then starts walking across the street, avoiding the couple of cars as she gets an even closer view of the alley. "What-uh, um, there's some dumpsters about halfway down." Reggie notes, double-checking for the right alley. Upon getting right in front of it, Laura notices the details she was talking about, but still no guy.

"I see them, but I don't see you." Laura tells him, now a little weirded out by the situation. 

"Yeah, I don't see you either." Reggie also says, his tone lowering a bit as he's now starting to get a little scared. "This is creepy, right?"

"Um, a little bit."

"Twenty-century slashers, huh?" Reggie shakingly quips as he seems more lost than a Predator Alien in a room full of ice. 

"Yeah, are you sure you're walking towards Hudson?" Laura questions, wondering if he's now got the wrong alley or direction. 

"I'm sure.... oh, wait, I think I can see you! Can you wave?" Reggie requests, and a very relived Laura Crane now starts waving in front of the alley, hoping it isn't ghosts that can only see her.

"Can you see me?" She asks with a hopeful smile, however, what Reggie says next starts making things even weirder. 

"Uh, the person I'm looking at isn't waving, they're just.... staring at me..." Reggie tells her, causing her to slowly drop her arm with a weird expression. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Okay, this is weird..." Reggie comments in a very quavering voice. "Um... now they're moving towards me."

"Are you okay?"

"Oh shit, he's following me." Reggie says in a now very panicking voice as Laura now starts quickly stepping inside the alleyway.

"I-I don't see anybody..."

"Holy shit! He's after me!" Reggie then starts screaming with fear in his tone, prompting Laura to then pick up the pace. 

"Wha- Where are you?"

"He's got a knife!" 

"What?!" 

"He's got a knife! And that's not the worst part!" Reggie exclaims before a sudden clicking sound emits from the other end, followed by something powering up. "The worst part is.... You teach a class about slashers, and you still walked into a dark alley.... alone." 

Laura then completely freezes as she hears the Stab villain's voice suddenly speaking to her from the other end of the phone, her expression dropping. "Okay, that's not funny..." She unamusingly tells him with a fearful voice, pausing when she then sees the hint of a figure looming in the shadows on the little area next to her. 

The person on the phone then starts chuckling. "No.... it's not." He agrees with a very unhinged voice, breathing heavily. The silence that follows after is almost screaming to be cut with a blade as the figure in the shadows looks..... and looks.... and looks. 

Until a sudden passerby screaming causes her to jump as she turns to her left to see a group of kids laughing with each other. Laura lets out a massive exhale, but the breathing doesn't get any steadier.... as Ghostface charges from the shadows and stabs her in the chest, emitting a loud scream. Right as he pulls the knife out, Laura reacts by instinct and franticly swings her purse as him, whacking him across the mask. 

When he shoots back a little, Laura follows it up with a kick to the nether regions, causing Ghostface to grunt as he holds it with both hands before slinking to the floor. Glancing around in a panic, Laura spots the emergency exit ladders behind her and jumps up so she can grab the bars, forcing her legs to move high enough so their moving against them as well. As her attack then gets himself up despite the pain, Laura climbs up till she manages to get onto the railing, prompting Ghostface to follow so he can give pursuit.

Laura then starts quickly jogging up the steps as Ghostface climbs the ladder and follows, he eventually gets close enough to start grabbing at her yellow dress, but she kicks him away with her high-heals. Although managing to take about six of them, one kick against his face causes him to slightly fall down the row of steps, giving Laura enough time to run up to the rooftop. 

When Ghostface gets up there a few seconds later, Laura has seemingly vanished, however, the doorway to the inside of the random building he now sees is a lobby to a small apartment complex as well as the laundry being hung up for drying indicates that she's most likely now hiding from him. 

Behind one of the ACs, Laura is shaking under her breath, glancing down at her stab wound with a very pained wince. The footsteps cackling against the stone floor makes her tense up each time they get a little closer, as the killer lurches around, starting with the hanging laundry for his search.

Laura's scared, feeling like her face could almost sweat despite it being a cold night. Feeling herself shake, she takes a deep breath... and another.... and another..... until a gloved hand pulls her by the hair and out of her hiding place. She screams as Ghostface stabs her again, getting a little bit of bone at the tip while he drives it in. 

Her screams could almost echo across the block, but the kids laughing and hooting, and the Halloween atmosphere prompts no one to investigate the chaos as Ghostface raises his knife again and stabs her in the stomach twice.  Laura almost starts repulsing as the killer drags over to another part of the rooftop where a glass shows an overview of the inside lobby. 

She screams as if begging for her life, but the Ghostface continues with more stabs before grabbing a lose cable belonging to the roof and wrapping it around her now twitching body. He then gets in the chest a couple more times, eventually getting her in the hear as it then slowly stops beating as blood leaves its system. "Now I see something red...." Ghostface growls before aggressively bringing his foot down and shattering the glass, causing it all fall down at crack on the floor. The few people inside eventually notice and start desperately fleeing to avoid the shards as the cable's wrap around Laura as she falls, allowing it to perfectly hang her by the neck. 

Ghostface hears a few screaming and yellow from below, but is more focused on the dead body which now his life's newest work.... absolutely brilliant. He then wipes the blood off his knife before retreating back down into the alleyway, where he then takes a quick rest, feeling the adrenaline in his veins. After a couple breaths, he takes off his mask, showing Y/N L/N's face underneath as he silently chuckles to himself.

Absolutely brilliant. 

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(A/N) And there's Part 1. Was gonna include the rest of the 'opening scene', but we've now reached four thousand words, so I think we can leave it right here for now. Like how it always goes, there's definitely gonna be more Quinn and Male Reader moving forward, just gotta continue setting the relationships, and tone, and all that stuff.

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