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"You bitch.... you bitch! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Billy Loomis roars in absolute fury as he unleashes it onto everything in the kitchen, not giving a damn if the broken plates scratches his wound, or if the fridge is practically impossible for a woman to fit inside of, he checks every single place he finds without really thinking, his vision already red. Sam can hear every single crack and thud coming from the kitchen while she hides in the first spot she thought of, a closet.

Yeah, she knows, not the brightest idea at the time. However, thanks to their high volumes, she can hear them from behind the wall.

"Find her, you dipshit! GET UP!" Billy orders his lapdog, Stu Macher, presumably with some physical force as well as verbal if Sam knows him well.

"I can't Billy, oh, you cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man...." Stu replies in a very weak voice, Sam almost didn't hear it. There's then the sound of pillows and couch cushions being ripped and thrown all over the place, their feathers likely falling around like this once a Forrest Gump movie. 

"Where are you, you son of a bitch?!" Billy yells as he tries and fails to find the last victim of his planned murder spree, anger increasing drastically the more he has to keep searching. Samantha hears banging sounds that sounds like a foot kicking against something. "ARGH! SHIT!"

A few seconds later, Billy then enters her field of view through the crack in the door, real blood, fake blood, and feathers all over his shirt. He looks like he's about to simply walk past it at first, but then abruptly stops, slowly turning around with a big smirk on his face. At that moment, Sam's body feels like it's frozen solid, as the psycho grips his gun and knife tightly. 

"There you are, Sam...." He calls her out quietly, satisfied that he's finally done with this little hunt. "Why are you trying to hide from it? We all know it was you who attacked Tara and Y/N last night, all of this was because of you....... but we can make it all better, I promise." 

He then cocks his pistol, Sam tries to move, tries to kick the door open so it can hit him in the face, but for some reason, she finds that her body is incapable of moving as if someone pressed on her off-button. 

"Join us, Sam...." Billy requests with a fatherly tone of voice, raising the gun and pointing it directly at her head despite the door that should be blocking his view. "Come join me and your grandmother."

He then puts his finger on the trigger and.....

BANG

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Woodsboro: Hospital

Sam jumps up from her sleep the second that bang went off, finding herself back in the hospital, her head on her jacket she fixed on the pillow that was resting against the edge of the hospital bed. She looks over and sees Tara, fast asleep, and sees Richie in the corner of the room on his phone with some wired headphones plugged in. It was all a nightmare.....

She's been getting more and more of those lately.

Richie eventually notices her haunted expression and takes his headphones out of his ears. "Hey..." He quietly says with a concerned face, which he always has when she wakes up like that. "You okay?" 

"Yeah..... just a bad dream." Sam replies with a nod, now calmer. Richie doesn't question it as he knows about her nightmares, though not really about the specifics of where they originated from. She then hears the feminine screams coming from the guy's phone, indicating that he's watching some kind of horror flick. "What are you watching?"

"Oh, uh.... Stabs on HBO Max." Richie answers with a small shrug, which does explain the screaming that's from the infamous Casey Becker opening scene. Even then, Sam still raises a brow at the timing of his choice in movies. "What? I want to be prepared. Should I have done the TV series instead?"

"No, no, it's just... nothing, nevermind." Sam waves it off, softly chuckling at him. He knows he wouldn't understand if she gave him a cryptic response. "I'm gonna go find something to eat." She tells him, knowing she didn't get lunch since they left the Lanes in a hurry. Richie nods, deciding not to question her.

"Yeah, sure...."

Stepping outside, Sam finds the other deputy that's stationed here sitting in the chair while clearly bored out of his mind, barely paying any attention to her. She passes him and steps into the break room, finding the smallest but sizeable snack she can get, she's not really here for the food.

Once she's consumed it, she then stands in front of the sink and mirror, pulling out her bottled-up medication that she always has on her person. However, she has a very bad feeling in her veins, a feeling that she doesn't get unless she hasn't taken many in a while, which is the opposite of what she's been doing. Maybe it's the killings, the mention of Ghostface, she doesn't really know, but she decides to say screw it and drop more than the recommended about of pills into her palm, dropping them down her mouth before washing them down with the sink's water.

When she stands up though....  she finds a man covered in blood standing behind her, causing her to jump. However, she recognizes the face and hair-do instantly, replacing her fear with annoyance instead. Due to him always showing up, she knows him very well.....

It's her dad, Billy Loomis.

"How you doing, Sam?" Billy, the hallucination, asks her with a teasing tone of voice, loving the face she makes every time she realizes that it's just him she sees in every piece of glass she looks at. "Mmm.... anti-psychotics aren't working as well as they used to, are they?"

Sam mentally seethes, seeing as how her secret friend still intends on making jokes at her expense, and always choosing the exactly wrong time to do so. "Fuck you."

"Oh, don't be like that. You can't run from who you are, Sam." Billy reminds her with a knowing look. "Remember the last time you did that? You got your last boyfriend kicked to a pulp by a bunch of drug-shooting jocks. I'm just trying to help, you know he and Tara don't deserve this, any of this." He then tries lecturing her as if she's his actual father and not a thing her mind conjured up so her private moments. She shakes her head at him, which irritates it. "Hey! When are you going to tell one of them, why all of this is happening?"

Why....

Yeah, guess she agrees with him on that, she knows why this is happening. Anyone who knew the truth would figure it out. After all, there's no Sidney, so who else would they be after? Why would they leave two victims alive instead of killing them like they always do? 

RIIIIIIIIIIIING

The loud echo of her phone ringing brings Sam back to life, when she blinks, Billy is now gone from sight. Mentally sighing, she then pulls it out and checks the contact info to see that it's coming from someone named... Stu Macher? That can't be right....

With it being clear that something's wrong, she answers it. "Hello?" 

"Hello. Samantha." A rough male voice that she doesn't recognize greets her, confirming that it's at least not some scam bot trying to mess with her. Samantha paces around the room, squinting her eyes as to who's calling her.

"Who is this?"

"Someone who knows your little family secret." The caller tells her with a menacing tone, causing Sam to stop in place and finally realize who this is. The voice of the Ghostface killer. 

"You're the fuck who hurt my sister?" 

"Oh, she's not the only one I'm going to hurt. By the time I'm done with her, the cop next door will be getting the same dose of my medicine." Ghostface threatens her and her friends with a hint of sanguine. "I had to get you to come back here somehow..... didn't I?" 

"You wanna fuck with me, asshole?" Sam swears into the phone, putting on a boldly brave face against the slasher. "I'm right here, come and get me."

"With pleasure!"

Right at that moment, the door behind her suddenly slams closed, revealing Ghostface who's been standing behind it the entire time. Sam screams as she's forced to duck right as the killer swings his knife at her, hitting a billboard on the wall instead. She frantically tries standing up, but she's then back-handed slapped by Ghostface to keep her down while he keeps pulling his knife out with a small grunt.

As Sam rolls herself on her back, Ghostface finally gets his knife out, prompting her to act fast by grabbing a nearby chair from one of the multiple tables and raise it up to use as a shield. Right as she does, the killer attacks with their blade, initiating a struggle where they try to get past her defense while she desperately protects herself as long as she can.

Knowing she can't keep it up though, Sam eventually tries using the leg of the chair to push Ghostface away with a loud grunt. It thankfully works and her attacked falls to the floor with a groan. "HELP!" Sam begins screaming for as she crawls away to a spot she can get back on her feet, while the killer re-surfaces, not letting her go that easily. 

He cuts her off when she tries making a break for the exit, now in the modern child's game of chase as they go left and right around a table, Ghostface slashing his knife towards Sam in multiple attempts to get her exposed skin. She eventually decides to break the rules and swiftly pushes the table, catching them off-guard as their hip gets caught by it, causing them to slip and fall on the back of their head. This gives Sam the opportunity to bolt it out of there.

"Help! HELP!" Sam screams for again as she's now running down the hallway, trying to find a hint of any possible humans except for herself. "Somebody help me, please! He's trying to kill me!" 

She keeps running until she abruptly bumps into someone. "Whoa, whoa! Hey! Sam!" Y/N reacts surprised he instinctly holds her shoulders to calm her down, feeling her heart beating from where he is. "What happened?"

"Somebody just tried to kill me in the break room!" Sam tells him with a clearly terrified face, encouraging Y/N to look over and where she came from and quickly begin sprinting down that direction. Just as he does, Deputy Vinson pops up from behind a corner. 

"Hey, what's going on?" He asks Sam, seeing her tears, before then seeing Y/N taking off like the flash. "Y/N? Y/N?!" 

He gets ignores as Y/N continues running down the hallway. There's no one in the break room, but when he steps back out, he manages to see a bit of a black cloak turning around and running into the emergency stair-case. "HEY!" He calls out before giving pursuit, not wasting a second before swinging the door open. 

However, right as he does, he looks down and sees no one sprinting down the spiral staircase, causing him to turn around just in time to see Ghostface behind the door, but not to prevent himself from being tossed over-board. Thankfully, Y/N quickly grabs onto the railing before he could land on his head.

He looks up, seeing Ghostface no doubt laughing behind the mask as he stares down at him. He wishes he could swear at him right now, but he's way too focused on making sure his grip stays tight, he reaches for his gun, but feels nothing, meaning that it must've falling down along with it because his dumb-ass didn't tuck in the strap. 

His potential killer then begins playfully bringing his knife down as slowly as possible before cutting into Y/N's wrist, causing him to groan loudly in pain. It's nothing deep, but it still hurts due to how Ghostface handles it. A real knife-expert right here. He then raises the knife to end it....

But hears loud footsteps approaching, causing him to quickly take off down the steps, leaving Y/N behind. Bad timing though, as he feels his grip getting weaker, the heat and pain becoming too much for it..... one of his hands drops into the air.....

Then the other.....

Only for someone to grab it right before he can fall to his death. Gasping as if he just had a nightmare, having expected it to be one he would never wake up from, Y/N looks up to see how who saved him.

Sheriff Judy....

Welp, shit.

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Woodsboro: Hospital

Yeah, without it needing to be said, she doesn't like the current situation one bit. Her, Richie, Amber, Y/N, and Sam all stand in a now awake Tara's hospital room after what just happended.

"I've got a body outside a bar on Main, and then you get attacked here?" Judy summarizes the events with a big sigh, clearly not expecting two attacks back-to-back with each other, especially so early. "You said the call from Tara's number?" She double-checks, and Sam, who's still shaken from the attack, silently nods while staring down at the floor.

"But under a fake name...." Amber repeats what Sam told them all with a shake of her head, secretly but selfishly glad that it wasn't Tara the killer was after. "He's using cloned numbers to hide his tracks." 

"And you answered it?" Y/N asks Sam with a raised brow. He doesn't usually like judging other people, but even for her, this decision feels questionable at best. "In a private space? You could've almost died, Sam."

"Hey, in what sense do you have any room to talk?" Richie snaps as he quickly stands from where he was sitting. "My girlfriend almost died because your partner's blind and you were, what? Getting wasted at the bar? Makes me think you faked getting tossed over the rails after you tried to kill her."

"Oh, yeah?" Y/N questions as he stands up as well, the tension now blatantly radiating in front of everyone else as the two men get in each other's faces. "And where were you when all of this was happening? Jerking off to the minor while she was dead asleep?"

"Wow, real mature." Richie sarcastically mutters, nodding. "I was....." He's about to answer just as confident, until he hesitates a bit the second he realizes how it's going to sound. "Watching.... HBO Max." 

"Oh, really? Well, look at you." He says as he glances at everyone else while pointing at Richie. "Mr. concrete alibi over here." 

"You know what? You got a mouth that rivals my sister, but that's about all your worth." Richie coldly states as he almost considers jabbing Y/N in the shoulder right in front of everyone who's still watching with mixed faces. "You couldn't even save yourself, much less Sam and freaking Tara, the injured girl who depends on you. So please enlighten me on what kind of help you do offer?"

"That's enough, both of you." Judy cuts them off with that scary look she puts on when she's being really serious, causing the two of them to eventually go silent, before separating from each other. Richie sits back down on the neighboring hospital bed with a loud scoff, Y/N glaring at him for most of the time.

"You're gonna put more cops on her room, right?" Sam then asks the Sheriff, finally saying something since they all got in this room. 

"Yes, and I can move you to a private floor." Judy answers with a nod, now knowing that she'll be having to use the most her power allows her at this time, if the killer is going to try and finish what he started with the two sisters. "Deputy Vinson and L/N know what they are doing, you'll be safe."

"Like we've been so far?" Sam remarks with a drop of acid, causing Y/N to drop his head down in shame before he steps out of the room with a big sigh. Richie looks venomously happy to watch him go while Judy turns her head towards Samantha with a heavily fixed smile.

"Samantha, let's step outside."

Closing the door in front of her, Judy then steps in front of Samantha with a non-too-pleased look on her face. "Nice to see you, Deputy Hicks. So many fun memories." Sam sarcastically comments with eyes that almost go back to how anarchistic they used to be.

"It's Sheriff Hicks, and I remember you too. And all the trouble you used to cause your family and other close ones." Judy corrects Sam, behaving as if she's a teacher disciplining a mis-behaving student. "Your presence her is not helping, so maybe when your done disrespecting my deputies who almost died twice for you, preferably when the sun comes out, you and your boyfriend can hit the road and leave it to people who actually care about this community." She advises with a cheeky smirk before walking away so she can get back to the station. Vinson just stays where he's sitting, pretending like he didn't hear anything.

Sam watches her leave, which also makes her accidentally make spot Y/N who glances back at her before just casually continuing to talk with the nurse at the counter as if she doesn't exist. Seeming him in his casual wear also brings back memories for her, some good... and some bad, 80% of them being her fault.

Despite knowing that it's probably a bad idea to do this now, she takes a deep breath before walking to him, which almost makes him accidentally bump into her when he turns around due to her not excepting her to. The nurse gets the hint that she should walk away for a couple minutes, though the two still stand in awkward silence afterward.

Finally getting her courage back, Sam speaks. "Look, what I said earlier-"

"No, no, I get it, really." Y/N tells her before she can even say it, though Sam detects a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "I'm not doing a very good job, and I know it too. I'm never good at protecting anyone, you know better than most." He adds, causing her to close her eyes as she can feel the personal sting with that one.

"Look, I'm sorry, I know you tried, that wasn't directed towards you." Sam apologizes as earnestly as she can, just stressed out from everything that happened the last 24 hours. Y/N still looks skeptical at her though. "Just.... try to understand that-"

"Understand what?" Y/N cuts her off again with a bitter expression on his face. "That the girl I know is still sticking to blaming everyone else for her problems but it's what easiest for her?" He questions her with a look, causing Sam to slowly shake her head at him, hurt.

"Don't bring that up again..."

"Why not? It's what you used to do, remember?" Y/N reminds her with a dirty brow. "Everything drug you would take, every excuse as to why you weren't there for Tara's birthday party, or when I had to bring you back up after you were high off your gourd, or all of it was my fault." He sarcastically recalls with a small chuckle. 

"And you're right, I'm sorry. I was ..... I was a bitch." Sam admits as she tries to remain calm, but the way Y/N talks to her makes her feel an emotion she knows she doesn't have any actual right to feel, much like him. "But you know better than the others about why I had to leave."

Y/N open his mouth to argue, only to let out a big sigh instead. "Yeah, I do.... doesn't mean I have to like it. The fact you actually came back is even more surprsing." He then comments, causing Sam to look at him as if he's insane.

"Are you being serious?"

"You're damn right, I am." Y/N replies with that kind of look. "I get it, if I was in the driver's seat, you wouldn't hop in, but that also means we both know what you do when you and another person's got saw blades coming down and only one stop-button to press." He criticizes her while holding up the finger, the button would only save one person. "You'd chose yourself every time."

Sam looks as if he just carved her open himself without a Ghostface mask being needed.  "You know what, Y/N? I am so sorry that my imperfect mess of a human being was such an inconvenience to you and your perfect life!" She sarcastically remarks before stomping back into a room that isn't this hallway, realizing that she was right in this conversation being a bad idea. 

Y/N then finally realizes what he just said and clenches a fist. "Sam-" He calls out to her but she is clearly far gone by this point, causing hm to drop his head with a massive sigh. Vinson glances over at him with a raised brow, wondering what that was all about while Y/N slaps himself across the head.

"Damn it, Y/N..."

Sam, trying to prevent herself from getting emotional due to how selfish it feels, is still marching away until she suddenly bumps into Richie. "Hey, hey, hey. It's okay, it's me." He calms her down after seeing her jump in response to running into his chest. Sam steps away, finding herself sniffling a bit which hints that she was crying anyway.

"Were you listening from behind the corner?"

"What? No, no, of course not." Richie quickly denies, before realizing that his face probably isn't fooling anyone. "Okay, maybe, yeah. I was listening.... behind the corner." He eventually confesses sheepishly. "But it was only because I just don't like to see you talking to that guy, he's bad news, Sam."  

"And it doesn't freak you out, at all?" Sam asks her with a still emotional voice. "That I was a user? That I used to hang out with drug dealers who shoot competition on sight?" 

"I mean..." Richie takes a step closer, thinking of how he's going to phrase his response while being completely honest. "Yeah, a great deal, yeah." 

"Okay, well then, go. I get it." Sam advise, giving him her full permission to bolt it out of town before Ghostface attacks him next. It's what she would do, it's what everyone else does when they learn the truth, unless they're family or really stupid. "I just gotta stay and figure this out..."

"I'm not leaving you here, Sam." Richie retorts, shaking his head. Though that only seems to make Sam mentally criticize his intelligence.

"You know that part in horror movies where you want to yell at the characters to be smart and get the fuck out?" Sam brings up, giving Richie a serious look. "This is that part, Richie. You should get the fuck out."

Richie slowly nods, knowing that she has a really good point. But instead of taking her advice, he steps even closer and takes her hands, holding them tight with his. "But I'm staying." He states, making it very clear. "I love you."

Sam stares at him, waiting for him to change his mind, but Richie holds his gaze, causing her to shake her head at him once she realizes that he isn't changing his mind. "You're such a dumbass..."

"I'm such a dumbass." Richie agrees with a small giggle. He then holds Sam face, caressing her cheek so he can milk this moment for all it's worth, knowing that they may not have another one like this pretty soon. "So..... your friend won't talk to you, your sister probably won't either, the police aren't gonna help... what's our next move?"  

Hearing that question being said out loud makes Sam actually think about it for once, having been too mentally shocked to do so before now. She then looks up at Richie with a now determined motivation to see this through.

"We go talk to an expert." 

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(A/N) And with that, is the next chapter.

I don't know if this one will be mixed with some people. I felt like I had to made to sacrifice the moment between Sam and Tara for Sam and Y/N's because just adding my scene on top of the canon one would've made this chapter feel very bloated and trying too hard. I know this kind of hurts Tara's character, so I'm sorry for that.

But that aside, already got the third chapter running, which makes me feel good. I think writing things from the survivor's POV is showing to be a breath of fresh air that I desperately needed, especially for Sam Carpenter's sake.

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