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Dr Stone's Office: A Dozen or Half Minutes Later

Samantha Carpenter, one of a squad of survivors from a recent Ghostface killing spree that took place A year and a half ago. Her brain was already in an imperfect place, but seeing the deception and sadistic behavior of Ghostface killings has now put her in a place you'd probably expect. Thankfully, there's therapy, and that's not meant to be taken in a sarcastic or bored tone.

"So how are the new meds treating you?" Dr Stone, Sam's therapists, asks for a brief status update. Obviously making sure the progress they've been making is going smoothly. So far, he only knows about the fact that Sam's been seeing her deranged family in her head, but that's about it. She's never specified who that family is, nor the cause of it and the other things that have been putting her into both constant normal Sam and survivor Sam.

"Okay, I think. Still not seeing anyone I shouldn't be." Sam tells him with a small nod and slightly shaky tone. The constant question of how long that's going to last is another thing entirely. She's been expecting it too much that when she glances at a mirror or other means of reflection, she's almost disappointed to find no ghosts facing her, almost. "What I'm really about though, is Tara."

"What I'm really worried about, is you." Dr Stone immediately replies as a way make sure the important topic stays on track, subtlety reminding her who's therapy session is supposed to be. "You've been coming here for six months now, and all we've really spoken about is how your sister isn't dealing with whatever happened to both of you, about two years ago." He then mentions, his fifth attempt to gain the same information causes Sam to shift in her spot on the couch. "Now, you've alluded to an abusive relationship, issues with your father, but every time I push you for specifics, you shut down."

Sam sucks in a deep breath, the memories of Woodsboro seems to be her keen motivator for silence. "I have trust issues." She simply replies, causing Dr. Stone to lean forward as he tries a more subtly insistent approach.

"Okay, if I'm going to help, um, I-I need you to give me the details." Dr. Stone bluntly tells her, making it very clear that he's not going to be able to give solid advice when she's doing the whole Batman thing. 

Sam anxiously shakes her hands together, arms slightly wiggling, but she lets out a small exhale and nods. "Okay." She gives in, shifting in her seat as she prepares to share one of the darkest stories of her life. "My father was Billy Loomis. He was a famous serial killer, they made a movie about him and Stu Macher." She reveals to Stone, adding details in case he doesn't recognize the name in the river of other infamous names. 

"Yeah.... Certainly did." Dr. Stone knowingly nods, recognizing the term. He quickly re-grabs his notebook and begins writing. 

"Last year I found out that my boyfriend was also a serial killer and only dating me because he idolized my father." She continues as Dr. Stone hums along while writing every piece down in his notepad. "Him and his psycho girlfriend killed a bunch of people. And when it got out that I'm Billy's daughter, this crazy rumor started online that I orchestrated the whole thing and framed them." She mentions with a sigh, reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone, showing Dr. Stone the WoodsboroTruther subreddit. "Richie was my boyfriend."

"But you didn't." Dr. Stone blankly comments. 

"Of course not. He almost killed my sister, and me." Sam strongly states as she takes the phone back. "...before I stopped him." She then adds, bringing up the next question that may seem pointless, but something Dr. Stone wants her to answer.

"Okay, and how... how did you stop him?" Dr. Stone asks her next, seemingly observing deep into her expression for mental clues. His tone makes him sound nervous to it.... but he's got to know.

"Well, I stabbed him twenty-two times and slit his throat. And then I shot him in the head." Sam answers very simply, it almost creeps Stone out a little. "But that's not why I'm here." She then tells him.

"Why are you here?" Dr. Stone then questions her, feeling like they're now coming to the core of the problem. Sam doesn't say anything at first, she just looks at him with an expression so haunted, like seeing a real life ghost, only that it wasn't like how it's described in the movies and cartoons. 

"Because..... it felt right."

Now, comes the painful silence, with Dr. Stone's pen being the only sound that echoes across the entire room. Samantha almost hates the way he doesn't move his mouth, until they next, very slow, three minutes. "So, you have violent tendencies, and have now developed a self-conscious fear of having the same generic variants your father carried." Dr. Stone concludes, now strongly calm after shaking a couple minutes ago. "See? How hard was that?" He quips as he sets the notepad down. 

"Really fucking hard." Sam sarcastically replies, prompting Dr. Stone to chuckle.

"Right, well, the point is.... now I have something to work with." Dr. Stone states as he takes a breath that indicates him trying to find the correct words for his next sentence. "Samantha, I have only met at least one other person with a similar situation. But, let me make this very clear.... you can certainly improve, but no matter what kind of mental cage you try putting over this hallucination of Billy, what he and your grandmother did...... it'll never die."  He bluntly tells her before checking the watch. "Sounds like you should focus a little bit more on yourself than Tara." 

With that, after time ends, Sam silently grabs her bag and jacket and leaves. Leaving a very mixed Dr. Stone still sitting in his chair. It'll never die.... She mentally repeats those words in her head.

It'll never go away....

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The Apartment Complex:

Sam's apartment has roughly three locks, which she totally didn't install herself in case of someone in a Ghostface costume casually walking in, hiding in the closet, calls one of the three people that currently live here, before throwing a body through the door and chasing everyone inside around the entire room. Yeah, if the fact that you have to unlock and re-lock the door every time you go through it didn't signal things enough, that you have an apathy level that could make Freddy Kreuger envious of you. 

"Hey!" Sam announces her arrival as she removes her jacket and hangs it and her bag, getting no response back. "Tara?" She calls out again, patrolling the tiny premises before hearing thudding and glass clinking. She snaps her head in the direction that it came from as a masculine noise also erupts through the walls. 

Then.... comes the feminine moaning, and Sam drops her shoulders with a sigh and chuckle upon realizing that it's only Quinn Bailey, her and Tara's roommate, and she's once again brought another guy to the apartment. "Quinn?" She calls out as she hears her roommate swear and break the... activity, much to her hookup's disappointment. 

"Were we being too loud?" She asks after opening the door, pointing to herself. After Y/N left, got kidnapped, and then finally was put on his merry way, the 'company' finally managed to arrive. It doesn't help much that, that seems to be the only showcase of him being slow. 

"Not at all." Sam assures with an amused shake of her head, having pretty much gotten used to this particular activity after six months of having to live with it. "Have you seen Tara?" She then asks her, noticing that she's not in the apartment. 

"Um... " Quinn hesitates, knowing full-well that her protective ass isn't going to like the answer that she's going to tell her. "Don't be mad..."

"Why would I be mad?"

"Because you get mad." Quinn immediately responds to Sam's question, seemingly being the only one unaware of the one trait everyone, even the film-dick-trio, have noticed. Yes, that's what Y/N, Jason, and Greg have been nicknamed as. 

Sam squints at her before seeing that the face of the guy in Quinn's bed is a little bit different than she remembers. "Is that Paul?" She questions, causing Quinn to give her a panicked look before quickly closing the door.

"Who the fuck is Paul-?" Quinn's lover questions before the door shuts.

"Life, I have found, is about... variety." Quinn quietly says before breezing past Sam towards the kitchen, as Sam lets out an amused scoff. She forgot to pack some alcoholic endurance anyway. 

"Okay..." Sam mentally shrugs it off as she follows her, setting a letter onto the kitchen island. "This one's yours. Where's Tara?" She asks again as Quinn slowly looks at her before answering. Here we go....

"She went to the Omega Kappa Beta party as requested by Y/N."

"I begged her not to go to that!"

"And we've now arrived at mad." Quinn notes as she inserts the corkscrew into the massive wine bottle, having fully expected that from ten miles away. She hears Sam exhale her intimal reaction out, now talking in a calmer voice. 

"Do you know if she at least took her taser?" Sam then queries, and Quinn definitely does, with the problem that this will be another answer Sam is not going to like because Tara seems to make it her personal goal to rebel against almost every protection advise her sister gives her. 

"I cannot speak how heavily armed Tara is at this fraternity party." Quinn hesitantly answers, which is translation to 'She most definitely did not, as I saw it still sitting in the bowl on the console table while waiting for not-Paul to arrive.' Sam sighs as she goes to check, causing Quinn to make a face, secretly amused by how protective she gets. 

"Babe, are you coming back?" Quinn's lover impatiently asks, causing Sam to give Quinn a inquisitive look.

"Babe?"

"I don't know." Quinn waves it off as Sam picks up the taser from a tiny tray, looking up to see a shirtless guy changing from the apartment almost across from them. "Ooh, is Cute Boy shirtless again?" She queries as she tries leaning over Sam's shoulder for a better look.

"Who's 'Cute Boy' babe?" Quinn lover jealously questions from across the room again.

"Always you.... sweetie." Quinn replies, hesitating upon using that nickname which makes her cringe a little. "You guys have been checking each other out for months, why don't you just talk to him?"

"Because that right there is about all the romantic interaction I'm ready for." Sam replies a little too quickly before she quickly turns back to the door she just entered from. "I'm gonna go find Tara, be right back."

"Okay, bye....." Quinn distractedly dismisses as she continues to observe the shirtless man from the window. He's fine, she guesses....

But she wants to know what a another, particular guy looks shirtless....

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OKB Party: 

Welcome to the party, and it's not just a normal sorority party this time. It's Halloween, meaning crappy-looking costumes, which means it's also a costumed sorority party. Here, we formally meet the rest of our beloved characters/meatbags. Some slutty, some are scary, some are funny, and some are really, really bad. But hey, that's the aesthetic of Halloween. 

Two girls, one of them being Mindy Meeks-Martin, survivor of the Woodsboro massacre of 2021, (I'm trying to fix continuity here), is currently eyeing at one of the partygoers wearing a Ghostface costume with a pride mask with a slightly distasteful leer. "It doesn't bother you?" Anika, Mindy's girlfriend, asks her, which snaps the girl out of her small daze. "Being at a house party after you were almost brutally murdered at a house party?" 

"No, I think of it as being struck by lighting. The odds of it happening twice to the same person are extremely low." Mindy responds with a carefree smirk. The moment of her being brutally stabbed by Richie Kirsch and bleeding out did traumatize her a little bit, but she knows that compared to Sam and Tara, she got the easy way out of that fight.

"Ah. Guess I should stay close to you then." Anika playfully remarks as she scoots closer to Mindy, allowing her to put her legs onto the chuckling girl's lap.

"Alright, now that's the spirit!" Jason Carver exclaims as he and Greg walk up and idly sit on the coffee table. Well, Jason does, Greg seems more content to stand and stare at all of the females in the mentioned slutty costumes. "Our friend Mindy is immune to the infamous Slasher Victim syndrome. "

"Slasher Victim syndrome?" Anika questions with a brow.

"You know, the final girls who act like Riply-Wannabes while returning from sequels." Greg explains with a shrug. "Heck, some of them just appear in the movie with already established trauma. Am I the only one who don't like that approach?" 

"Do you guys talk about anything other than horror movies for at least an hour?" Anika queries both of them while Mindy watches the boys with an amused expression. Jason opens his mouth.... "And Stab fan theories don't count." Anika then adds, to which Jason immediately shuts it. 

While idly chatting Mindy notices Tara Carpenter faltering around the party in the background, bumping into a couple people as she presumably seems to spend her rare chance of sneaking away to a party with drinking to excess. "How you doing T?" Mindy loudly questions her from across the room, and Tara drunkenly waves a hi in response.  

She takes her and her cup over to one of the last remaining kegs until a man comes up and sets an empty solo cup onto the tap, signaling it to be empty. "You're lying." Tara says, disappointed. 

"No, last one's kicked." The guy tells her with a shrug. He looks Tara up and down before pointing out behind him. "We got some hard stuff in the kitchen, though." He then informs her, subtly offering to make sure she doesn't fail her goal of being completely wasted. "Frankie." 

"Tara." She also introduces herself in turn, unsteadily shaking the dude's hand. "Lead the way." She requests and Frankie smirks before taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen.

The kitchen island also seems to have taken heavily casualties though, as most of the vodka and other types of alcoholic bottles seem close to empty. "You Omega Beta Zeta?" Frankie queries as small talk while they search. 

"No, not yet. But I might rush it." 

"Oh, freshman, right on!" Frank comments with a nod of his head. The illusion of liquid in these bottles keeps fooling them into searching some more, but each one clearly isn't enough to fill at least one cup, if not two. "Where from?"

Tara briefly pauses, hesitating a bit before answering that question. "Michigan." She lies, not very forthcoming about the past that she's trying to escape. Frankie idly replies with a nod, not really interested enough to see if she's bluffing. 

"You know what? I got a bottle of fireball up in my room." Frankie then mentions, pointing upward as an invitation. Tara stares at him, knowing full well what he's really suggesting, and so does he. He probably does have one, but both of them know that's just an excuse. So, what does she do?

Tara scoffs it off. "Fuck it. Yeah, go." She gives in, letting Frankie take her hand again and lead her to a much more private area of the sorority house. This doesn't go un-noticed however, as the four who are still chilling on the couch spots the two of them walking past them.

"Uh.... Oh, I don't love that. Mm-mmm." Anika comments with a shake of her hand, standing up to intervene. However, Greg quickly steps in front of her, and she looks at him as if he's stupid until he points over yonder. 

"No need for that, Love triangle candidate number two has arrived." Greg quips as they both watch Y/N L/N, having finally made it to the party. He's also noticed the two influenced individuals and is already three steps ahead of Anika.  

"Frankie, there you are, I've been trying to find the DJ for ten minutes." Y/N remarks, making an excuse as he interrupts them on their path, giving Tara a small look. 

"He's like two rooms over, I thought you'd remember by now." Frankie points over somewhere with a amused smirk, though clearly trying to get to where he really wants to go as soon as possible. Y/N nods, glancing at both of them. 

"Tara Carpenter, really? That's some dangerous territory there, brother." Y/N jokingly warns with a playfully cautious look. Personally, he doesn't really give a shit who Frankie chooses to play with, but he needs to gain these animals' trust, so he has to play as the concerned guy with a heart.

"Y/N, I'm fine, really." Tara claims, despite obviously gotten to the point she's slightly slurring her words. Y/N gives her a look while chuckling, though tries to mentally warn Frankie to pick someone else tonight.

"You see? She's fine, you don't have to worry about your friend, Y/N." Frankie mentions, mentally wondering why he's so protective all of a sudden despite them having set this exact game together. Y/N replies by tapping him on the shoulder and leaning in to whisper something in his ear, whatever he says causes Frankie's expression to drop. "Shit...." He mutters, before reluctantly nodding and letting Tara go as he leaves the two of them alone, as simple as that.  

"W-What did you say to him?" Tara questions Y/N, surprised at how easily Frankie gave up with a couple words. She knew that Y/N said that he's made friends with the big dogs for reputation purposes, but that was.... something else. 

"Don't worry about it." Y/N replies with a smirk, giving her a wink as he wraps a arm around her shoulder and directs her back to the couch. "You were gonna miss the best part of the whole party, and trust me, Frankie doesn't last that long." He humorously remarks as Jason and Greg clap for him and Tara upon their return.

"Ladies and gentlemen, meet our group's Sober Superman." Jason quips as he raises his cup to him in respect. Anika and Mindy are also currently wonder just what happened to back Frankie back off so quickly, but they say nothing of it. 

"Bro, why do I have to do everything just because you keep shipping people in the group?" Y/N questions as he gives him a playfully pointed look, to which Jason just shrugs at him. "I have half a mind to show both of you what drunk love is really about."

"Oh, shut up...." Tara giggles as she playfully pushes Y/N, causing Jason and Greg to chuckle at them both. A new song then starts playing, but when a couple people in the group recognize it, Jason shoots up to go gather the last of their friend group. "Wha- Where are you..."

"Just wait, this is the part me and Jason have been waiting for." Greg quickly tells Tara before she asks anymore questions, rubbing his hands together for a very bold moment in party history.

"Geez, guys, it's not that deep." Y/N remarks with a sigh, but Greg gives him a look that argues otherwise. 

Meanwhile, in another room rocking blue lighting, Chad Meeks-Martin is currently helping his roommate, Ethan Laundry, with his extreme shyness at being at this party, despite it being large enough that it's easy to blend in. "Come on, let me see it in your face." Chad encourages as they both hype themselves up. "All right, alright. Hey, cheers man, to the dynamic duo of Hortense Tower, third floor, room 315." 

"Yeah!" Ethan exclaims as they both drink up their shots in a small toast. He doesn't let Chad see it, but he ends up groaning and spitting some of the drink back into the tiny cup, still not seeing the appeal in this stuff. 

"Oh, man.... Time to start making moves. Yeah, get you out there, introduce you to some girls!" Chad then begins the social operation as they both take a big look around. "What about her?" Chad then points out a girl dressed up as a Gryffindor Witch. Ethan watches the way she moves to the beat and is instantly attracted. 

"She's gorgeous..."

"Great, ask her out." Chad instantly encourages, causing Ethan tense up as he gives him a nervous look. 

"What? N-No, I can't..."

"Ask her out, ask her out." 

"Dude, shut up!" Ethan pleads while nervously laughing. 

"You got to have confidence. Plus, look at you, man!" Chad tries teaching the poor socially awkward kid his ways as he sizes him up. "You're a snack!"

"What-?"

"Practically an entire meal, all on your own." Chad keeps the encouragement coming as Ethan looks himself up and down with a little less conviction, though his buddy's words seem to be working a tiny bit. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah. You're Ethan Laundry." Chad assures him, deciding to even help by being his part-time wingman for this moment. "Hey, excuse me!" He then calls out to the girl, causing Ethan to drop his face in embarrassment. "Howdy, how you doing? My friend here, he's a snack, right?" He queries, to which the girl gives Ethan a quick look over and shrugs before getting back to her own friends.

Ethan looks at Chad with a slightly worried expression. "Wait, what did that mean?" He asks, not liking how quickly she responded and looked away. 

"No, it's good, it's good." Chad replies, the way half-assed way he does it isn't really helping Ethan's case here.

"What...?" 

"It's not bad! There's room for improvement!"" Chad specifies, trying to help, but unpurposely backing them both into a corner filled with purple, stormy clouds. That's when the mentioned song stars playing for them as well and Jason pops his head out from a corner. 

"Hey bros, it's time for Y/N to pay up his debt." Jason tells them with a knowing smirk. Chad and Ethan glance at each other, the song even making much more sense as they follow Jason back to where everyone else is. 

As they get there, they see Greg enforcing the consequences they set up for Y/N during the early morning. "Come on, you lost the bet, now you gotta sing." Greg reminds Y/N, nodding over to a table. The bet revolved around their grade, and since Y/N got the lowest score between all three of them, now he has to re-create the bane of every Stab fan's existence since Stab 8..... the table dancing scene. 

"Fuck you, dude..." Y/N mutters as he reluctantly sighs, takes off his jacket and hands it to Greg before fully preparing herself. Chad then pretty much announced to everyone that Y/N is ready to embarrasses himself in front of everyone. Jason and Greg strongly encourage the girls to watch as Y/N's practically forced to sing.

https://youtu.be/q68NrE8BJ7U

Elsewhere, Frankie has been texted over by his friends about a couple attempting to use his room for drunken sex, a place he's a little protective about. "Hey! Lovebirds! No screwing in here!" He yells as he slams open the door, only to find it empty. "What the....?" 

Before he can react, he's abruptly pulled inside by an unseen figure who slams the door shut as Frankie's tossed against the wall. "Hey, what the fuck-" He tries swearing until the figure, none other than Ghostface himself with his aged mask, wraps a hand around his throat and impales his knife into Frankie's gut, emitting loud screams which are ignored by the atmosphere of the party. 

Downstairs, an entire music video is going on as Y/N surprisingly lives up to his challenge and sings somewhat decently. The others are laughing with each other as they either clap or badly dance on purpose, especially Greg, Jason and Tara.

As soon as it gets to the chorus, Ghostface follows up his attack with ten more rapid stabs to Frankie's stomach as he screams and pleads for him to stop, his guts are now practically visible as one piece of intestine slightly tilts out, hanging from outside his inside. When it begins wrapping up to the next verse Ghostface tilts his before raising his knife and slashing Frankie across the torso, finishing him off. 

"See? How was that? Come on, give him a round of an applause people!" Jason encourages everybody just like Mickey Altieri did, if only to make sure Y/N never lives this down as most people cheer for the man who risked his entire self-ego for this entire moment. "Yeah! There we go!" 

During all this, a figure in the Ghostface costume watches this in the background, slightly tilting his head. As everyone finishes clapping and slowly gets back to their own devices, the Ghostface marches past the crowd and begins approaching Tara with rapid steps while the group's distracted with teasingly praising Y/N for his little stand-up show. With her back turned, Ghostface grips the knife in their hand reaches an arm towards her shoulder.....

....Before suddenly being tased in the back by Sam, who's now finally made it to the party. "Oh, shit!" Y/N exclaims as everyone else sees the man yelling and squirming on the floor, his mask falling off, and the rubber knife he was holding easily bends as it hits the wood. 

"Argh! You fucking bitch!" The man wearing the Ghostface costume yells and curses as he squirms in a lot of burning pain. The others look at Sam confused, though the survivors are a little more understanding as they know where the assumption came from. 

"Sam, are you fucking kidding me? You're stalking me now?" Tara questions her sister, giving her a not-so-pleased look as she kneels down takes the other item the stranger was holding, Tara's phone. Now, the film trio recognize him as Ted Bates from their film class. Yeah.... that's embarrassing. Tara leaves before Sam can utter a word and one of the students begins pointing at her in recognition. 

"Holy shit, it's that psycho girl!" A partygoer recognizes her as while everyone else glances around to see that some people are now pulling out their phones, capturing the incriminating evidence live. 

Yeah, think it's safe to say.... the party's over for them.

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"Tara, will you stop?" Sam pleads as she and literally everyone else in their friend group follow after the mood in the party took a majorly sour turn. Though.... Y/N will probably still constantly be remembered of what he had to do over a stupid bet. 

"I cannot believe you did that! You embarrassed me." Tara embarrassingly shouts with an emotional tone as she keeps walking away. Y/N, Greg, Ethan, Anika, and Jason are all feeling a little awkward at being apart of this whole thing, so they just follow Chad and Mindy's movements as to not get involved with this little drama. 

"Tara-"

"No, don't! There's no way you're able to justify tasing someone who was only trying to return my goddamn phone to me!" Tara quickly cuts Sam off as she snaps around to face her, literally taking this argument in front of everyone in the entire park. "It's not about you! I-I mean, you're out of my life for five years, and then you can't leave me alone for five minutes." 

"Because you're not dealing with what happened to us." Sam states, reminding her of the lack of mental help she's even tried to receive, and constant drinking she displayed at the party. "Have you ever gone to see the counselor once?" 

"No, I'm not going to." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I'm uninterested in living in the past like you are." Tara accuses, while everyone else awkwardly glances at each other behind the two of them, Ethan and Anika having switched hats.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam questions, squinting at Tara, the others can make a few guesses, revolving around a couple names. However, they're smart enough to not speak them out-loud.

"Hey, guys, come on...." Chad chimes in, in hopes of breaking it up so they can go home, but it goes about as well as you expect. 

"It means I'm not gonna let what happened to us for three days define the rest of my life." Tara passionately states to Sam.

"So you're just gonna pretend it never happened?" Sam questions with a digging look, her sister now starting to feel like she's missing her point. 

"What are you doing here, Sam? In New York?" Tara asks her, her expression daring for Sam to give an answer that involves only herself. "You're working two shitty jobs to help with rent, or whatever, but what's your plan? I know what I'm gonna do. Okay? Because I'm.... I'm gonna keep going to college, I'm gonna get my degree, and I'm gonna live my life, my life. Okay? I know." She tells Sam. "You just followed me here, and you won't let me out of your sight."

Samantha's shoulders seem to drop as if they were already raised for something. "I'm just trying to look out for you." She says with a shrug.

"I..." Tara lets out a massive sigh, briefly rubbing her face. "I know, I know you are. You can't do it for the rest of my life, though." She tells her. "You have to let me go."

Before anyone else can say something to finally direct the group to their apartment complex, they hear approaching footsteps. "Hey!" A girl calls out before suddenly throwing her drink all over Sam's shirt, snapping everyone's attention. "Murderer!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch!"  Sam yells back with a shove, as everyone male has to hold her and Mindy back after being completely caught off guard by how quickly shit escalated. "You got a problem with me?!"

"You guys should stay away from her, she knows what she did." The girl states, pointing a accusatory finger at Sam. Y/N just watches the whole thing with secret amusement. 

"I didn't fucking do anything!" 

"Sure, bitch." The girls sassily reply as they walk away after their sudden splash-by. Thankfully, that finally gives the rest the cue to finally leave. 

"I'm so sick of this shit..." Sam mutters as a few seconds later, the group then notices a sudden increase in volume as Y/N takes a bigger look at the background where he finally notices a subtle change at the house and street. 

"Why are police here all of a sudden?" Jason questions out-loud, directing everyone's attention to the couple of police cars parking on the street next to the sorority house with their sirens on. "Sam didn't create that big of a scene, did she?"

"Dude, shut up." Y/N quickly says, poking him in the ribs. He then shares a look with Sam and Tara, where eventually, the group ignores their curiosity and head home, wanting to put the party behind them for now. 

Before Sam starts walking, Ethan taps her on the shoulder. "Hey, I-I-I have tissues if you want tissues." He offers, hoping he can help her a little bit as he pulls them out and counts them. "I have, like.... three tissues." He sheepishly tells her, and Sam slowly takes the tissues, using them to wipe her face as Ethan anxiously walks away upon being given a look from her. 

Meanwhile, Y/N mentally smirks to himself which he hides with a blank expression, feeling somewhat proud that the movie has barely begun, and his team has already added two, if not counting Andy and Mary, to the kill count. Seems Wayne decided to get his hands dirty, a intended message for Sam and Tara had that tasing incident not pull the gang all out of the party.

She'll see it on the news though.... and then she'll be meat.

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(A/N) Thanks to having a free day on Tuesday, we've now gotten a rare update during the weekdays. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, as I've now tried to differentiate certain scenes to a different beat, mostly for fun and stuff.  

Anyway, don't have much else to say here, sorry for another lack of Quinn and Y/N, though I'll definitely have more of that in the next chapter as I intend to stretch the apartment segments out a little bit longer for them. 

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