Woodsboro: Trailer Park

Samantha has Richie drive them to place where, after a little bit of asking and convincing, which makes her sound like a stalker if you read it in a certain way, is where a person who knows about Woodsboro and Ghostface like a chef knows about grilled cheese. With it being in a trailer park, they could potentially stand out as unexpected visitors, but hopefully, Judy will be too distracted with work to notice what they are doing.... hopefully being the key word here.

"You sure he's going to listen to us?" Richie queries out-loud as they step out of the Prius and begin walking to the front door they were directed to. "Sorry, pessimistic, but people who live in alone in a trailer often like to be left alone.... at least if he's like my uncle." 

"It's worth a try." Sam calmly responds, knowing that they don't have many other options left with her hidden past slowly getting known to the wrong people. There's a brief moment of hesitation as they both share a look, until she eventually snaps out of whatever expectations she's having and steps forward to knock on the door. When she does, they can hear a yelp and a loud thud coming from inside. Wild guess, they accidentally caught him off-guard.

"Go away!" A loud and annoyed voice comes from inside, yup, definitely made him accidentally spill something. The two share another look before Richie nods over for her to say something, since she's the one who knocked.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Riley, we just want to ask you a few questions!" Sam responds with a high enough voice that she knows he can hear her. 

"I don't give interviews!"

"We're not looking for an interview!" Sam promises, though Richie makes a face, since in his mind, they were definitely looking for an interview. A few seconds later, after presumably cleaning whatever it is up, a face pops into the view of the tiny, foggy window through the door, allowing them to see the face of the man inside. 

"Give me one good reason why I should talk to you." Dewey challenges with a look that says if she fails once, he's locking the door and possibly calling the police. Sam shares another look with Richie, both knowing that it's the weirdest, but only reason she has in her head.

"I'm Billy Loomis's daughter."

The second he hears that, Dewey Riley opens un-locks and opens the door with a disappointed face. "That's a horrible reason for me to talk to you." He criticizes, as if wondering if she couldn't come up with anything else.

"My name is Samantha Carpenter." Sam introduces herself professionally while Richie stares at Dewey with a look of awe. "I was attacked last night at the hospital, the night before that, my sister and friend was attacked, one was stabbed twice and the other seven times. I know you know what that's like. I'm just trying to protect my family. Five minutes, that's all I'm asking." She pleads her case to him, and the older man glances down with a mixed-thinking expression.

"I'll give you two minutes...." He reluctantly offers them, nodding over to invite them inside before they lose their chance.

"I'm missing a show I like."

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Woodsboro: Sheriff's Station

Deputy L/N was already shaken up from last night, and is now confused on top of it when he gets called back to the office at the station. Walking past everyone, all the deputies looked like kindergarteners who knew that he was about to get scolded by every teacher in the school, which didn't help his confusion. Needless to say, that bad expectation turned out to be correct when he hears what Judy has to say.

"Cut off?!" Y/N exclaims with a majorly offended expression after hearing it. Despite doing what he felt was right, she's going to do what now? "You can't just take me out of Tara's guard. She trusts me more than anyone! And I'm the one who almost caught that sucker when he attacked Sam."

"And almost died in the process." Judy reminds him with a serious face, causing Y/N drop his hands and let out a major sigh. "Look, I understand what you're trying to say, but you're too close to this case than even I realized. The second you took a break, you got into a bar fight, deputy L/N, something is clearly affecting you ever since Sam came back."

"What are you talking about? I'm fine." Y/N defensively claims, only to get a blank stare from Judy in response. "I am. The bar thing was self-defense, the guy pointed a knife at me." 

"And what would've happened if you got stabbed? Or if I didn't catch you on those stairs?" Judy then questions with a waiting brow, to which Y/N opens his mouth, but immediately closes it right after. "You're still recovering from your own attack, Y/N, I can't risk you getting hurt anymore."

"Tara almost got killed because of me, it's my responsibility to stop her wanna-be killer." Y/N stares confidently, causing Judy to lean against her char with a sigh. "And it was also my responsibility to find another girl who's probably still crying for help, except that we're here, letting a butter-finger who's killed only one person distract us!"

"Deputy L/N." Judy calls him out by his formal name, which is always successful in shutting him up. "You are not to get involved in any of those cases....... don't make this anymore difficult." She silently pleads, thought it comes off as an order. Y/N drops his head in defeat before standing up and walking towards the door, knowing that she made up her mind twenty minutes ago. 

"Oh, and one more thing, L/N?" Judy says as she quickly remembers something, also standing up and walking towards Y/N who slowly turns around to face her....

Right before she grabs him by the chest of his uniform and kisses him.

Y/N responds back instantly, softly holding her neck with one of his hands. Once they break away though, Judy still gives him that scolding look. "Don't scare me like that again." 

Y/N chuckles with a small grin. "Yes ma'am." He obeys with a nod before putting his hand on the knob. "You still wanna have tonight? I mean, I know it's been a long time, but I don't wanna give Ghostface another chance to strike again." 

"It's going to happen regardless, we can't see the future." Judy responds with a natural expression, knowing that all they can really do is react accordingly so it doesn't happen again when the moment arises. "Besides, it doesn't have to be anything big, I just tell Wes that I'm ordering delivery and we can stay at m favorite place for a couple minutes..... catch up.... that kind of thing."

 Y/N plans to calmly argue at first, but his temptation wins and he feels like he could give Judy that at least. "Sushi it is." He states with a shrug. "I'll see you tonight.... or, maybe next week, if this one's luck is going to stay the same." He remarks to which Judy smiles before he twists it and steps out of the office, now switching back to a peeved look.

As he goes back to his desk, he almost bumps into another deputy who sees the look on his face. "That bad, huh?" He teases with a chuckle, not knowing that he's faking it. 

"Blow me..." Y/N mutters back, earning another wheeze from the cop. He then finds himself back at his desk, knowing that officially, he isn't going to come back here until this Ghostface mess is resolved. 

Tch.... Ghostface. He keeps talking about Ghostface, and yet here he is, mentally debating with himself if he should be a cop or be some dumb character in a romantic drama that's about to go into a tunnel of love.

...............

Tunnel of love....

That last word reminding him of something, Y/N opens up his desk's computer and quickly looks up something on the web, an idea suddenly sparking in his mind. He searches up Woodsboro's famous cabin of love, a place that got it's name because they would keep finding underage couples hooking up there, earning them the sentence of getting scolded by their parents. Pregent count? Only two, so far, thank gosh.

But that aside, he checks the location, and remembers how it's covered deep in woods. Not only that, but the river nearby has been changing in it's surroundings for the past couple weeks. It's like it's turning into a beach from both sounds rather than grass and branches surrounding a river stream.

Usually, most cops would dismiss this theory, seeing it as cliche or too easy. But Y/N scratches his tattoo, reminding himself of his blood, and knowing if there's one thing he brings to this office...

It's that he has the mind of a criminal.

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Woodsboro: Trailer Park

Richie and Sam then step into the trailer, though catch a glimpse of the show that Dewey's watching right before he grabs his remote and turns the television off. "Gale Weathers..." The boyfriend manages to recognize. "Weren't you two, um....?" He asks with a suggestive voice.

"Yeah..." Dewey confirms with a bitter tone, not wanting to go into detail with that subject. He closes the door behind them before sitting down on the empty chair while Sam and Richie sit down on the couch next to him. "Who's he?" He asks Sam as he gives Richie a pointed look while sipping the coffee he didn't spill. 

"Oh, this is Richie, my boyfriend." Sam casually introduces, to which the guy also sorta-waves humbly at Dewey to be as dorky as possible.

"How long have you known him?" Dewey questions her, which makes Sam blink since she wasn't expecting it. She looks up at the ceiling as she does a quick re-count of the time.

"Six months?"

"Did he know who your dad was when you met?" Dewey interrogates, turning the tables so know he's the one asking questions. "Expressed any interest in Woodsboro or the.... Ghostface killings?"

"What the... hell are you talking about?" Richie asks him with an uncomfortable chuckle, not liking the idea of what Dewey is suggesting. 

"Your killer's obsessed with the Stab movies, right?" Dewey mentions, the obvious fact that everyone involved should know once they get put in this situation. "Well..... there's certain rules to surviving a Stab movie. Believe me, I know..." He says as he briefly glances side-ways with a haunted expression before getting back on track. "Rule number one, never trust the love interest. They seem sweet, caring, supportive, and then welcome to Act Three when they're trying to rip your head off..."

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Billy slowly turns his around to face them, and he's.... smiling?

"We all go a little mad sometimes...."

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Mickey pops up from behind a corner and stabs Hailey to death right in front of Sidney, causing her to gasp in horror as she watches.

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"Roman Bridger.... remind me to never sleep with him again."

A few days later, Roman rips off his mask and reveals himself as the killer to Sidney Prescott.

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"Four years of classes together, and you notice me now?" Charlie asks Kirby with a look of betrayal, as if he's the one getting stabbed and not the other way around. "You stupid bitch! It's too late!" 

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Kieran laughs himself to death, before staring at Emma with an unhinges smirk, revealing his true colors.

"You're not wrong."

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"I was with Sam in Modesto when Y/N and Tara were attacked." Richie testifies in his defense with an angry smile, to which Sam silently nods in confirmation.

"And let me guess you were just in the other room, conveniently unaccounted for when she was attacked at the hospital?" Dewey questions with a sarcastic tone, starting to sound a lot like how Y/N did when he brought up the same point. 

"Okay, do I have to take this from shitty Sam Elliot here or what?" Richie asks with a snarky tone as Dewey pressing his buttons is starting to make him lose his cool despite his attempts at playing nice because he's the veteran.

"Rule number two, the killer's motive.... is always connected to something in the past." Dewey states, continuing the discussion forward before Richie can keep complaining. 

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"How about this.... your slut mother was fucking my father, and she was the reason my mother moved out and abandoned me."

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"My motive isn't as nineties as Mickey's, mine is just good-old-fashioned revenge. You killed my son!"

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"Roman Bridger, Director..... and Brother."

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"Do you know what is was like growing up in this family? Related to you? I mean, all I ever heard was Sidney this, Sidney that, and Sidney, Sidney, Sidney. You were always just so FUCKING special! Well now, I'm the special one."

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"Hey sis, surprise!"

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"You killed my Piper..."

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Sam thinks on what they could mean for a second, but she already knows the answer to that mystery. "I'm related to Billy."

"Right, but then.... why kill that random Vince guy?" Richie brings up with a shrug, hinting that the methods may not be as simple as that.

"That's for you to figure out." Dewey tells them, knowing that they likely came here for some kind of lead or something anyway. He's not much of a cop anymore, so that's no longer in his department. "Now, rule number three, and this is the most important rule...." He states, prompting Sam to scoot closer to the edge of the couch so he can fully hear this one. "The first victim always has a friend group that the killer is apart of. Does your sister have a close-knit group of friends?"

(Yeah.... I actually don't actually have as many examples for this one) 

"Yeah..." Sam realizes, causing her to share a look with Richie who nervously scratches his hair, remembering how many people showed up at Tara's hospital room when they first arrived. "She does."

"Then look for the killer there. If you can figure out why they are doing this, you can figure out who's next." Dewey advises, the best one he can give in comparison to all of them.

"So, help us." Sam then tries to persuade, feeling partly overwhelmed by all of these rules and other elements she feels like she's been roped into that even she and Richie can't do it without help. "Help us figure out who's behind this."

"Are you kidding me? I've been stabbed nine times, I've got permanent nerve damage, and a fun little limp." Dewey instantly lists off, his way of saying 'hell to the no'. "You think I wanna do all that again?"

"You just said, it always goes back to the past, right?" Sam points out, to which Dewey glances down with a sigh, not wanting to admit that she's right. "So, if I'm danger, that means you're in danger. Come on, let's do this..... together." She pleads with him, but after a few seconds, the ex-sheriff gives her a dismissive glare.

"Your time's up."

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Woodsboro: Wilderness

Deputy L/N, once again out of uniform already due to be 'too close' to current events to work, (pay is still included, however) is currently driving his personal vehicle to the love cabin where he at least hopes of find something close to it. He remembers that Evelyn was talking to someone online all gushy like before she went missing, or so the Meek twins told him.

He eventually finds a parking spot that's easy to spot, but not enough to stand out from his fellow cops. Taking a deep breath, he then adjusts his clothes and grabs some items he feels like he needs before starting his search, hiking down the trail not to get to the cabin, but the area around which could hold some answers.

He sometimes finds himself scanning his surroundings three times every two seconds, thinking that a ghost is stalking him from behind the trees, waiting for him to make a move that could mean his downfall. His body torn apart and left in twenty different places for his friends to find. Yeah, that would be a story to tell, wouldn't it?

He still checks the cabin to make sure, but as he expected, he finds nothing but dust and bones (not really) inside, nothing that stands out, and nothing that belongs to the missing girl. He then patrols the areas that stand out to him as odd, but still doesn't really see anything that's wrong. 

It makes him wonder if he just wasted his time....

That is, until, he sees something near the river current in the ground that for some reason, feels out of place to him. Listening to his intuition, he walks over it and taps a certain part of the ground with his foot, as if expecting an echo. Well, not exactly, but he does a quick draw of the location in his head, and slowly realizes.... that this dirt that's been dug out and put back into a square-sized hole.

Oh no.... Chad and Mindy are not going to like it when he tells them what he just discovered. Probably best to wait until the Ghostface stuff is done before breaking it to them.

Right as he's about to lift up his shovel for some literally dirty work, the corner of his eye catches something in a bush that at first, he dismisses as a branch, until he does a double take and realizes that it is not brown in the slightest. 

He blinks and sets the shovel down, walking over to see that it's a hard object of some kind. He almost would've missed it if the grass didn't get brushed by the wind and reveal part of it. It also stands out from the dirt and sand now that Y/N actually thinks about it in retrospect. 

He kneels down and pushes the grass aside, allowing him to grab and pull the object out of it's hiding place. It's a video camera. Y/N messes with a small part of it, and successfully takes out the card inside.

Please... be a jackpot.

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Woodsboro: Trailer Park

Sam and Richie are standing outside Dewey's trailer, as the door gets slammed in their faces. 

"Geez!" Richie exclaims as the guy almost scratched their skin with how rough the old man handled that door. "Wow, okay, yeah, he's way more fun in the movies." He remarks with a big exhale. The then walk back to the car, getting the message that they are done here. "Okay, uh.... what's next?" Richie asks as he reaches for his keys. 

"The friends." Sam answers, having gotten that at least after the horrible resume they just gave Dewey. She opens up her hand, and Richie tosses her the keys, showing that she has the driver's seat, both figuratively and literally.

Looks like they are going to have to make some calls....

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Woodsboro: Sheriff's Station

The guy in the technical chair is doing a blending of chilling in his chair and doing work that is somewhat important before his door is suddenly slammed open by Y/N who marches inside despite not having his official uniform on. "Holy crap!" The tech guy, Jed, exclaims in shock as he drops his snacks and falls on the thing he's sitting on.

"Jed, please tell me that you can download everything that is on this card." Y/N requests as he instantly pulls it out from his pocket and sets it on the guy's desk. "It's from a unofficial crime scene of a very important case."

Jed blinks in bewilderment as he slowly reaches his hand over and takes the small object, observing it for a few seconds before looking up at Y/N with a knowing look. "Let me guess, Judy told you to stand down, and you're not standing down?"

"Can you do it?" Y/N repeats himself with a more demanding tone, causing Jed to just chuckle at him as he sets the thing near his computer.

"Sure." He confirms as he then looks for his reader to plug into his important electronic screen, excluding his phone. "It's probably gonna take some time, though, depending on how much is on it." He informs him, though that doesn't stop the smirk on Y/N's face.

"You're the best, Jughead."

Jed glares at him.

"I told you to stop calling me that."

"I'll see you later." Y/N dismiss him as he begins heading out the door, ignoring what his friend said as he watches him go with a slightly annoyed expression.

"It's a dumb nickname, he doesn't even do electronics!" 

Laughing to himself as if thinking that he's funny, Y/N then heads out of the building as soon as he arrived, only to get a phone call about five seconds later. He checks the contact and sees that it's coming from Wes.

So, obviously, he answers it. "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N, um...." Wes awkwardly greets him, causing Y/N to tense up a bit. Oh boy... he hasn't figured it out, has he? "Uh, Mindy called.... Sam wants us, you included, to all head to the Meeks house ASAP." He tells him. Okay, so he doesn't, thank gosh. But on the other hand....

"And she didn't just call me?" 

"I'm guessing it's because of something I wasn't around for." Wes answers with a mental shrug, causing Y/N to slowly nod as he knows perfectly what that could be. Guess that's his fault, to be honest. "So, um..... yeah, see you there."

"Yeah...." Y/N quietly responds before hanging up the phone, humming to himself.

This should be interesting.

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(A/N) New chapter out already...... again!

As you can see, the missing girl plotline wasn't something I just threw in there on the spot. Okay, it was, but I knew what I was going to do with it before I potentially forgot or ignored it as a whole. This chapter was obviously more quiet than the previous two, and fair warning, the next one probably will too, depending on the time-frame.

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