*One dead body which could prompt a warning

Leaving from where we left off, Y/N takes many deep breaths as he waits for the adrenaline to die down from his system. A very good feeling he gets after every killing, but after the display he just gave to at least half a dozen people, he needs to leave the scene asap. So he quickly gets himself up, takes off his costume which is thin enough to fit in his backpack, grab his phone, and then casually walk out of the alley and back into the streets as if he did absolutely nothing. Now, all you see is a sort of well-behaved college student who has a 'innocent' crush on a girl who also goes there. 

The walk back home should only take about half an hour plus maybe ten minutes, so he should have enough time to make back in time for a small alibi. While passing through various costume wearing individuals, he's accompanied by the song in his head, which he hums to while walking.

Speaking of costumed people, there's almost a beehive full of them, expected since it's Halloween. Y/N doesn't have any on right now, well, besides the obvious one that has a bit of blood on it's mask, but thankfully, he has a sub. It's not like he's bothered standing out from the others in lacking whatever they have on, none of them are really real, to Y/N, they aren't human, or even animals, they're just, simply.... meat. And so far, Y/N has barely met anyone that could prove to be as real as him, except maybe for Quinn Bailey, but she's also hiding something through all those activities, he can tell. 

About twenty minutes in, he notices someone familiar as he crosses paths with them and the random group of people they're with. "Tara?" He calls out by name and Tara Carpenter herself then notices him as well.

"Y/N." Tara acknowledges with tiny smile, which is expected from Y/N has he started getting.... friendly, with Tara. He's figured out her current stance in her relationship with her sister, and he's exploited it as easy as Ponzi himself. "Are you, Jason, and Greg gonna come to the OKB party?"

"Well, I don't know what they're doing, but once I finish my Film project in time, I definitely will." Y/N promises her, and he can just detect the slightest hint of a smile on Tara's mouth. "Is your sister coming?" 

"No, Sam wouldn't be caught dead at a frat party." Tara replies with a humorously smile, causing Y/N to shrug. He expected as much, though it would help to gain her trust if he actually saw her more often compared to her sister.

"There's a first time for everything." Y/N casually remarks, the very hidden joke in that sentence only obvious to him.

"Not tonight, though." Tara replies as she turns back around, though sparing him another smile when she glances back, and Y/N shoots one back at her.

"Can't convince her?" Y/N queries in a humorously voice, appealing to it feeling like Sam is her god-parent than biological sister. 

"No, that's not my problem, it's yours." Tara replies with a cheeky smile, and Y/N playfully rolls his eyes. 

"Save me a drink." He requests in that friendly way while waving at her, getting a much better look at her pirate costume which, despite not looking like it, feels bolder than he expected of her.

"All right, I'll see ya." Tara says again as she leaves with a random group of costume wearers. The second Y/N turns back around, his expression drops as if a lever was flipped as he continues on his way. Yeah, Tara wouldn't ever be his type, she's just as fake as everyone else in the world. 

That's what makes it even easier to distract her from Chad.

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About twenty minutes later, Y/N finds himself back at the apartment complex. His legs are definitely tired from that forty-minute walk, but on his way over, he spotted an interesting look phone laying on one of the stairs. Obviously, the only explanation is that someone dropped it, but how does someone lose their phone without noticing after three minutes? Weird world.

Thankfully, he was able to slightly recognize it's casing, so he heads over to an apartment in the same place that he stays at to see if anyone's missing anything. After he knocks on the door, he quickly puts on his friendly face in paranoia of someone looking through the peephole. When the door finally opens, he's face to face with the one girl he suspected of missing an important item, Quinn Bailey. 

"Y/N, you finally came to us this time." Quinn quips with a smile as she puts her arm on the door. wearing wone of those slightly revealing bed robes. Y/N's expression is now a little less fake, as she's one of the few amusing specimens he's come across since he came to New York. "What brings the encouragement?"

"I wish it was liquid courage and hormones, but I just came by to return something." Y/N tells her with a smirk as he pulls out a phone with a black casing which Quinn recognizes. Her expression breaks for a quick second into one of panic.

"Thank you..." Quinn gratefully says as she takes it while quickly fixing her face with that similar smile. However, Y/N's very observant in most cases, and he caught on to her alarmed look during that split second. Something must be on that phone that she doesn't want anyone to see. "You sure that's all you came here for?" She then playfully queries, as if hoping he's after something else. 

"That depends, you have HBO Max in there? They moved all of the real-life based Stab movies over there." Y/N humorously asks as he nods his head inside. In all seriousness, he still has the incriminating evidence in his backpack, so...

"I got free food that the Carpenter sisters don't want to eat, apparently." Quinn then mentions, which is more than enough for any man during the book of negotiations. "That, and the company that called hasn't arrived home yet."

"Well, in that case..." Y/N shrugs with a smirk, and Quinn smiles as she steps to the side, allowing him to walk inside. There's not much to look around for, since this is the same exact interior that's under his roof. "You that bored, or you just that needy for another one's presence?" 

"I'm sorry, are you poking fun at me when I just offered you food?" Quinn playfully questions with a raise brow, glancing down at the pizza slices she sets on a plate. "Maybe, I should just eat all of this in front of you instead."

"Go ahead, you might get a foot taller." Y/N quips with a cheeky smirk, as Quinn lets out a gaps while playfully giving him a look. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, please don't burn it." He eventually fake-pleads with arms raised. 

"Good boy." Quinn says with a smirk as she then puts the plate into the microwave. She then gestures for Y/N to sit on the couch before joining him, laying one arm on the back so both her upper body and face are facing him. "I thought you were heading to the sorority party?" 

"I was, I told Tara when I ran into her that I needed to finish a college project before I headed over there, providing that I finish it in time." Y/N replies as he casually sits on the couch, clearly catching some sighs from Quinny's body language. 

"Ah, Tara..... you sure eyeing her down the hall is a good idea?" Quinn queries with an unreadable look, causing Y/N to wonder if she's asking out of curiosity.... or jealously. "I mean, I don't blame you, but once you have an arm around her shoulder, you know you're gonna have Sam's eyes on you twenty-four/seven." She brings up before Y/N gives her a curious brow. "You know, after Richie Kirsch?"

"Oh, because of that whole, 'never trust the love interest' thing? I think I'll be fine." Y/N assures her with a chuckle. "Big sister mode aside, I think I can play nice guy pretty well." He comments with a hand on his chin. 

"Okay, if you say so..." Quinn shrugs as she glances up and down at Y/N's physical body. "Just reminding you that there's plenty of other fish in the sea." She suggestively remarks as Y/N can feel her little finger caressing his arm muscles for a quick second. 

"Hey, Mindy is pretty much her second sister too, and that girl has had Anika for the past three months." Y/N mentions as the microwave dings, prompting him to stand up and go fetch his bribe. "Just my guess, but I'm pretty Sam would go into trust-issues mode if Ghostface ever came back." 

As soon as those words leave his mouth, Y/N pauses. Now that he mentions it, Quinn is talking as if Ghostface is still around Sam's life, it's almost as if she.... knows that Ghostface is still around. This little bitch.... "Actually, now that I think about it, I should probably finish that project before you delay me any further." Y/N mentions as he gives her a smirk, hiding his true feelings while he quickly grabs the plate of pizza slices and his backpack from the coffee table.

"Aww.... so soon?" Quinn playfully comments with a humorously sad tone as she watches him leave, hiding the slight disappointment. 

"Afraid so, see you later, alligator." Y/N says goodbye with a chuckle, wondering if anyone ever uses that phrase anymore when dismissing their buddy. He then crosses multiple hallways as his apartment is on the other side of Quinn, Tara, and Sam's. 

Poor little bitch slipped up...

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"Hey, Roommate, I'm home!" Y/N announces as he opens the door and shuts it, immediately walking over to his room so he can finally be rid of the backpack on his shoulder. As mentioned, he lives right across from Sam, Tara, and Quinn's apartment, which as given a couple sinister ideas. But one interesting thing about this place, is that his roommate is also connected to the friend group, at least to one of them. 

"Already? Weren't you planning to get wasted at one of those cult parties?" Y/N's roommate, Danny Bracket, responds as he only slightly glances before continuing with whatever activity he's doing.

"I am, just letting you know. And it's not a cult party, it's a group event for a thing smart people don't really care about. There's a small difference." Y/N jokingly corrects as he heads towards his room, quickly turning towards the closet. Inside, there's a small secret stash filled with items that don't actually belong to him.

"To you, maybe. I'm started to suspect you only do that stuff for some girl in that friend group of yours." Danny remarks in the background with a obviously suspecting hint. In the closet, Y/N puts the Ghostface costume on a hanger on the side, mentally cursing when he sees the splash of blood on his mask. He'll have to clean this later when he's alone. "Hey, I'm heading out too for my routine, just so you know."

Well, speaking of timing... "Alright!" Y/N replies as he puts Laura's purse into the secret stash, another trophy to his collection. He then finally puts his little Buck 120 Hunting Knife inside it as well. "Tell Sam, I said hey if you cross paths." He then adds with a teasing voice.

"Oh, fuck off." Danny replies before shutting the door, leaving Y/N to chuckle it up. He then lets his normal self out as he then heads to the kitchen with his mask in his hand. Taking some soap and the sponge to begin scrubbing and washing most of that blood off. A Ghostface costume nowadays is perfectly fine, as long as they're no things on it that look really.... off. 

Once that's done, he dries his hands with a towel, all ready to head to the party, until his phone starts ringing. When Y/N checks it, he sees it coming from..... Quinn's number? Perplexed on why she's calling him so soon, he answers it. "What is it, now, Quinn? I thought you had a boytoy to entertain?" 

"Do I sound like a Quinn to you?..... Y/N?" Ghostface's voice questions him, causing Y/N to sit up from his seat. His first instinct is to chop this up as a prank, but the voice changer app was taken down after Jill and Charlie's use of it during their massacre of 2011, so someone is definitely talking to him through an illegal device.

"Quinn... if you're gonna  try pranking me with Ghostface's voice, please use it on someone who doesn't watch horror moves like it's a living." Y/N criticizes, playing dumb as he tries sneaking glances around his little home. 

"Heh... maybe I'm not here to scare you, Y/N. The voice changer has plenty of other possible uses for it~" Ghostface mentions with a slight purr as Y/N slowly nods while standing up to go fetch a snack from the pantry, grabbing the (favorite smack) almost immediately. "You ever think about how the words just roll of the tongue? It would get any opening victim going."

"Yeah, I guess..." Y/N comments while slightly munching each time Ghostface begins a new sentence, his head tilted so it can hold the phone on his shoulder. "I'd rather prefer hearing your actual voice while on the phone."

"Aww, you flatter me, Y/N." Ghostface playfully remarks as Y/N leans onto his kitchen counter. "But I rather like the voice, Y/N, it makes me feel powerful, menacing.... deadly."

"Yeah, well, to each his own, I guess." Y/N comments with a shrug as he continues to play casual, glancing at the kitchen knifes and playing with them for a little bit. "In all seriousness, why exactly are you calling me?"

"I'm bored, Y/N, I wanna play a game with you." Ghostface tells Y/N, which only gives him an even bigger hint that this is a very 'serous' killer call.  "Is that too much to ask?" 

"What kind of game?" Y/N asks after finishing his snack with one final swallow. 

"A classic, Hot and Cold. Can you figure out where I am.... inside your apartment?" Ghostface proposes with a sudden change in his tone, now much more menacing. This pretty much confirms Y/N's suspicions, even though he saw it coming a mile away. 

"You're inside my apartment? You expect me to believe that?" Y/N queries as he then decides not to take the kitchen knife, feeling like that it would only warn Ghostface of a possible counter-attack. 

"You wanna test that claim?" Ghostface challenges with a low voice, seemingly begging for Y/N to try something else. In other words, they sound a little knife-happy. "Come on, humor me, I wanna see you to try and look for little old me." 

"Okay, bitch.... let's play." Y/N agrees, glancing around as he then slowly walks towards his room, opting to grab a more hidden weapon his intruder can't expect. 

"Cold." Ghostface says as Y/N goes down the hallway. He doesn't really care yet at the moment as he's trying to go back to his room for a brief moment. "Colder." Ghostface adds as Y/N opens door to his room. He steps over to his closet, and glances behind him before quickly going into his secret stash and grabbing the knife before tucking it under his shirt and jeans. 

With that done, praying that his caller didn't see him, Y/N then turns back, going down the hallway again. "Warmer." Ghostface says as Y/N scans two directions before deciding to check Danny's room really quick. "Cold." Ghostface then says, signaling that the bedroom isn't where he is either.  He then heads back to the living area. "Warmer." Ghostface says, prompting Y/N to check the kitchen for process of elimination. "Colder." 

"I'm getting bored already, asshole." Y/N tells the caller as he glances around, slowly walking closer to the front door. He can't exactly call the police though, as he doesn't want any cops to find his.... not so good-looking collection. Instead, he has to goat the Ghostface into coming out of their hiding place. 

"But you're so warm now.... Don't give up." Ghostface encourages, the sentence causing Y/N to slowly turn around to the small little closet that neither he or Danny use. "Warm." Ghostface says as he takes a few steps before getting closer. "Warmer....." Ghostface builds up as Y/N then finds himself in front of the closet. "You're on fire!" 

When Y/N quickly opens the door with his blade in his free hand, he sees the fresh body of one of Quinn's hookups dead, with his body parts separated across the entire shelves. The tiny stench Y/N was smelling now becomes more obvious to him. 

"Shit!" Y/N swears as he pulls it his knife. However, his reaction time is not quick enough as a bag is pulled over his head, sucking out his oxygen by the second when he then struggles against the Ghostface. They both fall to the floor, and although it takes a while, Y/N begins to stop struggling after half-a-minute, hinting to the attacker that he's now unconscious. 

If he's gonna kill him, it'll have to be somewhere else.

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??????

"You kidnapped him, dad?!?" Quinn loudly questions her father, Wayne Bailey, while giving him a look that seems very pissed. They both suspected him of being the other Ghostface, but it's clear they had a slight disagreement on how they would handle it. So when she quickly grabbed a set of clothes after being called that Y/N L/N himself was now tied in their secret shrine, she was more than annoyed. "Are out of your fucking mind?! What if you're wrong?"

"He had an entire collection of at least one item his victims had, I saw in it his closet before I called him." Wayne brings up to Quinn, having more than enough evidence to back up his case. "You and I both knew it had to be him, Quinn."

"We agreed that you were gonna let me know first before you did anything like that."  Quinn then recalls, pointing at the L/N who sits in a chair tied up with another bag over his head, only it isn't suffocating him this time. Wayne mentally notes that Quinn seems very sure that she could've gotten Y/N to join them, but with Halloween right around the corner, the risk was getting too great. 

"The only reason he's still alive right now is because you insisted we kept him alive." Wayne then mentions, reminding her that he hasn't forgotten on her plead she made to him.  "I should've left him bleeding on the floor for his roommate to find. And do you know how hard it use to move separate body parts around?"

"Oh my gosh, dad, I don't care...." Quinn groans as she puts a hand over her face with a sigh. Wayne mentally rolls his eyes as he expected for his daughter to be more grateful, but it feels like sometimes, you can't please your kids no matter what they do. "So, what are you gonna do now?"

Before Wayne can answer, they hear the slight moaning of Y/N as his finger begin to move and he begins to stir himself awake. Wayne nods over for Quinn to stand back in the shadows as he takes over from here. "What the fuck? Why am I not dead?" Y/N wonders as his first question, somewhat new from the predicted standard.

"Because you're a lucky son of a bitch, that's why." Wayne answers as he takes the bag off and grabs a chair, setting it right in front of his new friend. "So, you're the one my daughter likes so much?" He notes as he sits down, staring Y/N dead in the eye.

"Dad! Oh my gosh..." Quinn exclaims with an embarrassed voice as she puts a hand over her face again, this time to block the red in her cheeks, threatening to break the mood that's supposed to be filled with tension.  

"Quinn?" Y/N utters in complete surprise, but not in the case of shock. "Well, I'll be, I got it right." He voices out-loud with a chuckle, though a cocking sound from Wayne's pistol quickly shuts him up. 

"Alright, now let's get serious." Wayne then states as he gives Y/N a look that strongly discourages him from looking anyway for any more than a second. "Let me make something very clear, I personally don't think you deserve to be breathing right now. But given the fact that you're clearly.... Ghostface material, and at least one of us are convinced that you'll go along with our version of a Stab massacre, I'll be willing to let you go." Wayne leans it menacingly.  "If, you agree that not only you'll join me and my daughter, but that you agree that we're gonna do things my way from here on out."

"Your way?" Y/N quotes curiously as he casually sits in his seat, if he is at least slightly intimidated by the detective right now, he's doing a very good job of hiding it. "Okay, let's pretend that I don't know you'll just kill me and reveal my secret identity to the world if I say no, what exactly will be your way?" He queries with a blank expression. 

"Well golly whiz, let's see.... I have every single piece of evidence related to Ghostface killings in my possession, including every single mask every one that came before us wear before they bit the dust." Wayne starts with, giving Y/N a dark smirk as he knows that he can't say no after hearing something like that. "Not only that, I'm a fucking police officer, framing someone for whatever we do is like putting maple syrup on a pancake, it's as simple as that." He adds with a snap of his fingers. "So, in short, my way includes me calling the shots while we disguise this as a Stab fanatic's work, when it's really just.... personal business." 

"Right...." Y/N replies as he slowly nods while noticing Wayne glancing down at his gun while he talks. "Well, I guess I'd be pretty stupid to say no, huh?" He then comments before letting out a sigh, hating that he has to abide to such a fake being. "Fine, we'll do it your way." 

"Smart kid." Wayne quips with a cocky smirk as he stands up and cuts Y/N's bindings off. He lets Quinn help him up while Y/N feels his wrists which have a little red to them. "I'll give you two until our next move to catch him up to speed." Wayne then tells Quinn before walking into the shadows, giving Y/N a better look of the place, to which he notices it to be a room that looks completely abandoned. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't agree for him to use my phone to pull all that shit." Quinn then apologizes, and Y/N turns to her to find a surprisingly genuine look on her face when she says that. "My plan was going to be simple seduction, until you then suddenly walked off back in my apartment." 

"Sorry, I kinda started suspecting you of being another Ghostface wearer and needed a moment to decide what I was gonna do." Y/N simply explains with a shrug, causing Quinn to give him a surprised look. "Don't worry, only another killer would've been able to detect the hints you accidently dropped." 

Quinn nods with a relief expression, awkwardly glancing to side, to which Y/N never expected such body language from her. "Don't worry, my dad won't backstab you unless he has good reason to. You'll be fine with us." She then assures him, addressing one of a Ghostface killer's big questions. 

"I'm glad, but I hope you forgive me if I use you as a body shield." Y/N quips with a smirk, to which Quinn gives him a look as he then shrugs. Wayne has also spilled some interesting information as well, so he gets the feeling that he'll fit in with her little family. "Hey, is that party still going on?" He then asks, hoping that he hasn't been suspiciously gone for two or three hours.

"Oh, that's right." Quinn remembers as she nods for him to follow. "It's actually only been thirty minutes, and we're pretty close by. We planned for that part also." She boastfully tells him with a smile as they both head back to the outside air and towards a car Y/N wonders who's it belongs to. 

Things definitely took a different turn, for better or worse is now the new query.

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(A/N) Now that Death Note's finished, I'm now continuing my other stuff, and this one's been on my mind the past week. So here you go. 

Don't know what I'm going to truly focus on next, but I'll let my newer ideas hang back while other things are happening.

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