Woodsboro: Bar

Y/N has been 'encouraged' to relax at least once for the day before he gets back to guard duty. So, for this one moment of peace, he goes to where you expect every cop in his twenties feeling like he was ten years younger to go. A place where people either play pool, drink, hang out, and a mix of the three. Taking a step inside, he finds the stool with least people next to it and plumps down right in front of the bar.

 "Well, well, well, look how it is." The bartender greets with a cheeky smile as they walk over to his side, clearly having expected him to come at least once this week. "Deputy 'oddball' L/N. The same old?"

"Are they really still calling me that?" Y/N queries with a raised brow, to which the bartender shrugs in a way that confirms it. "Yeah, yeah..... the same thing." The guy then confirms, tapping on the bar. The woman sets a glass down and pours him his favorite, the man doesn't waste a second before drinking it down.

"What's the matter with you?" The bartender asks, noticing how tired he looks tonight. "The sheriff got you working double-shifts again?"

"Yeah, but it was pretty much my choice this time." Y/N replies while blowing out some hair, rubbing his nose and forehead as if he's got some kind of headache. "No, really, I just had a bunch of..... sour memories that came back to life. And they're probably gonna stay for a good while."

"Sheesh...." The bartender comments with a wince, now empathetically seeing what the problem is. "Let me make that double for you." She then offers and re-fills the glass, to which Y/N thanks her before drowning it again.

Across the bar, at a pool table, is Liv McKenzie who watches the man drinking his bad thoughts away. She then looks over at the rest of the group who have all came here to discuss recent events and spike their drinks when the owner isn't look. "So, what is she like?" Liv asks the others, adding a small break in the game. "The sister?"

"Oh, Sam?" Chad responds, his face slightly lighting up at the mention of her. "Sam is so cool!" 

"Okay, you only say that because she let you wear Pokemon onesies to bed for year just so she could hook up with Y/N in the other room while we were all asleep." Mindy calls him out with that sister-like teasing expression. 

"That's true, that's a true statement." Chad confirms with no shame at all, and everyone laughs with him about it. "Though, I kinda wish you didn't bring that last part up."

"Please, don't remind me of my childhood trauma..." Wes pleads them as he closes his eyes and shakes his head as if trying to fight nightmares, causing the group to laugh even more. "I'm still trying to figure out what they saw in each other. I mean, they're cool people, but they felt completely different from one another."

"Different, huh?" Liv mumbles with a curious hum to herself. "Is that why he looks like a mess right now?" She asks as she points the tip of her pool stick towards Y/N who's sitting at the bar, prompting everyone to look over for a few seconds before shifting back to each other so they don't look like weirdos. 

"I don't know about a 'mess' but I'm sure he's definitely wanting to forget some stuff..." 

"That's because Sam wasn't cool. As a girl, or as a sister." Amber comments with a look of bitter distain, now no longer feeling like she needs to hide how feels about her. "I'm surprised she even came back."

"Oh, come on, you gonna do this again? She wasn't that bad." Wes retorts in Sam's defense, earning her a predictable look from Amber. "What? She wasn't. I mean..... I just wish she wasn't so hard on Y/N."

"She wasn't 'hard' she was harsh, big difference."

"Harsh? How?" Liv asks, though looking like part of her is scared to hear the answer. 

"Well, um.... I think after Sam and Tara's dad left, she started getting involved in.... you know, the hard stuff?" Chad tells her, now preparing to remind everyone else of the events they only learned once they grew up and figured out the real world. "They were high school sweethearts at first, but I think once Sam started abusing, she pushed the puppy-love-sicken man farther and farther away. She got in trouble with the cops, getting into fights, you know, the whole anarchist phase."

"And then, on Sam's eighteen's birthday she leaves, ghosting Tara in the process." Amber finishes the story with the reason she's never liked her. She's never forgotten how her best friend was when she suddenly disappeared as if it was a simple magic trick. "Maybe Sam's changed.... I just don't wanna see Tara hurt again."

"Okay, look, I don't wanna see Y/N hurt either..." Wes chimes in with a raised hand, obviously having some thoughts with that last part. "But, do you really wanna try and protect Tara from her own sister, too?" He questions her, to which Amber gives him a snarky face. 

"Well, someone has to."

"Oh, okay, so no guys are good enough for her and now her family's off limits too." Wes sarcastically remarks, causing Amber to roll her eyes. 

"Mmm, motive! ' If I can have her, no one can.' " Mindy calls out with a excited-detective-like tone of voice, causing everyone to turn to her. Wes raises his brow at her. 'We all know you have a crush on Tara."

"Okay, come on, Mindy..." Wes sheepishly mutters. 

"But we're all suspects." Mindy then reminds everyone with a slightly more serious look, which makes everyone subconsciously glance at their respective person that part of them thinks had the ability and motivation to do it, all except for Chad, who raises a glass, looking at his sister with hopes that he'll defend him. "...except maybe Liv." 

"Thank you!" Liv responds, surprised to hear that coming from her.

"You're way too boring to be a psycho."

Okay, nevermind. 

"Hey, yo, Liv!" A man calls out to her loudly, causing everyone to turn their heads to see a very clearly intoxicated Vince Schnider walking up to the pool table with a twisted grin on his face. "You want a real drink?" He offers with an inviting stare, before looking at the others amused as if they were simple ants. "Or you happy sitting at this kids table?"

"Alright, hey, listen up uglier Micheal Myers!" Chad steps in with a frustrated tone, not wasting a second before confronting the guy who's trying to mess with his girl while he's standing right next to her. "It was a summer fling, okay? It meant nothing."

"I'm sorry, was I talking to you?" Vince questions with an irritated look, wondering why the heck he has this this getting all up in his face all of a sudden.

"I don't fucking care who you're talking to-"

"Liv, let's go." Vince orders the girl, ignoring Chad entirely which obviously doesn't sit right with him.

"Hey, don't you fucking talk to her!" Chad barks as he roughly shoves Vince away, standing as a menacing presence against him. The confrontation is starting to draw attention from other people, as the others notice the eyes that are falling on them.  "I don't wanna hear your fucking mouth!" 

"Then do something about or shut your fucking mouth!" Vince snaps as he suddenly pulls out a switch blade and ejects the blade out, seemingly willing to stab this teenager over a small dispute. "Better shut the fuck up!" 

"Hey, hey, guys....." A third party chimes in to stop the inevitable brawl that is threatening to take place, and everyone, including Vince, turns around to see Y/N, who's now had a few more drinks, stumping over to the greaser. "Hey, Vince, come on, you don't wanna hurt anyone here." He says with a slightly slurred voice, causing the guy to raise a brow at him. "Why don't you come over here and have a drink with me?"

"Man, fuck you, L/N." Vince swears at him dismissively, pointing his blade at him now for not minding his own business. "Piss off before you join pretty boy, over here." He threatens the guy, and looking like he means it. Y/N clicks his tongue, staring with eyes that slowly begin to turn black, as if they're the devil's.

He then swiftly grabs Vince by his knife-wrist and twists it around, causing Vince to yelp in pain he wasn't expecting which only makes him more pissed. He uses his free hand to sock Y/N in the face, and because his sense are half-muddled, he fails to block it and falls on his ass, hitting his head on the neighboring pool table. 

"Hey, get off him, man!" Chad yells as he quickly grabs and pulls Vince away from Y/N before the guy can consider falling through with his stabbing threat. "What the fuck's wrong with you?!"

"Hey!" The owner of the bar announces herself, now having seen the situation going down, she looks over at them with a non-too-pleased expression. "Get out of here, or I'm calling the cops!" She orders, her tone indicating that she isn't going to say it a second time. Vince, despite being kicked out, chuckles as he engages in another stare down with Chad.

"Go!" Chad enforces, pointing towards the door. Vince mockingly fakes him out before finally taking the hint and heading out.

"I'll see you soon, sweetheart." Vince promises Liv with a 'loving' point directed at her, causing Chad to just scoff in disgust.

"Man, fuck you..."

"You kids too, lets go!" The owner orders as well, causing the kids to sigh before all collectively walking out of the bar in a line. The mood was already killed anyway, so it's not like they were staying. 

"Sorry, Y/N..." Mindy apologizes to the downed guy with a look of sympathy, seeing him still on the floor. That punch really looked like it hurt, having come from all of the ink that Vince had tatted on his skin.

"Ah, don't worry about it, I'm fine..." Y/N dismissively assures her, trying to get himself back up while using the pool table for support. Though, he would be lying if he said he wished he didn't make an ass of himself like that. He rubs his forehead, checking for a pop knot, before also making his leave.

That could've gone better...... 

Reminds him of the first time he got his ass handed to him.

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Bar: Parking Lot

After getting into that fight and getting embarrassed in front of a bunch of teenagers of all people, Vince now stands next to the side of the building, draining his lizard on the wall since he can't use the bathroom anymore. He can't believe he let a tool like Y/N grab his knife like that, if only pretty boy didn't stop him, he would've done a lot worse to his face.

"Fuck this bar, man.... Fuck..... you...." Vince mutters to himself as he leans against the wall while he pees, wishing he could stab and punch everybody right now, that's how humiliated he feels. "Fuck this.... just..... FUCK IT!" He yells as he slaps the wall so he doesn't break his knuckles. He's going to find that jock, then he's going to find-

*FLASH*

https://youtu.be/e7W1wcpk7us

He's abruptly brough out of his thoughts when his car's headlights suddenly shine on him from behind, causing Vince to frantically zip himself back up before turning around to get blinded by how bright they are. "What the fuck...?" He mumbles as he also hears loud music playing from the radio, the volume he left it on when he got here. "The fuck...."

Those little.....

"Hey! Is that you Mr. Blue!? Huh?!" Vince angrily quests as he stomps over to his car, punching his own palm to show that he's ready to throw hands, now that no rules of the bar is going to protect him. "Get out of my fucking car!" 

However, when he walks over to it, passing by the ray of his own headlights, he sees absolutely nobody in the car. He glances around, trying to see if someone is messing with him from the shadows, like a pair of dong-ditchers except it's a car's keys instead. However, his pupils who have just been flashed make it hard to see in the dark now, and he can't really see anyone.

 He then leans his head into the open driver seat window to confirm it for himself, no one in the front, no one in the back seats, there's no one in his car. So, who the fuck started it and why bolt it out of there? What kind of lame prank is that? He's honestly disappointed if he can be bluntly honest. 

But, that aside, he reaches for his keys and twists them, pulling them out of the wheel so they stop wasting gas. He then stands back up straight, taking another look around....

Until he suddenly gets a blade jabbed into his throat. Vince jumps as he grabs his neck, already feeling the blood pouring out of it. He shakingly turns around and sees none other than Ghostface standing behind him, having caught him off-guard thanks to a little bait and switch.

He tries to speak, but only gags and spits out blood instead. He tries to step away from him instead, but only gets a few feet before collapsing onto the concrete, his strength fading fast. He falls in front of his car's own headlights, as if fate is making fun of him by presenting his death in front of a theater audience. 

While Ghostface watches the entire time, he tries to do the only thing he can do left, but with the blood still spewing out, getting all over the road and his face, he feels his body getting warm, his vision going dark.... until he finally goes still.

Once he knows for sure that he's dead, Ghostface then wipes the blood off his knife with his glove like he usually does.

There can only be one Micheal Myers. 

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(A/N) So, yeah, the bar segment of this movie was pretty short and simple, and I didn't have much else to add to it besides Y/N's side of the conflict.  However, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I published the previous chapter as well on the same day.

I know, I practically ripped off Dewey's deleted scene, but I also wanted to use this moment to show that Y/N has the same violent tendencies as Sam, and I was going to have him at the bar anyway to show his core instinct to try and help others, even when he's out of uniform.

Anyway, plz vote and comment, any counts as feedback, and I'll see you in the next one!