Woodsboro: Hicks Residence

After sometime later, an hour at the very most, Judy, who is finally out of uniform after an exhausting week of work, is now in some more comfortable clothes. She sits in her humble house's kitchen, currently on the phone with her secret boyfriend you-know-who, scheduling that ten-minute date they were discussing back in the office.

"Alright, so.... bayou rolls for back home, rainbow fish,  good sushi choice, and........ that's it." Y/N who's on the other end re-says the order out-loud, just so she can summarize everything that Judy's ordered. "You sure you don't want chicken fried rice? I feel uncomfortable not ordering it." 

"I can't eat as much food as you do on a break. I don't have the same body as you do." Judy comments and half compliments with a small chuckle as she takes a sip from her wine glass (which doesn't have any actual wine, obviously). "It won't be a crime if we skip it just once."

"No, it'll be a sin, and you'll get persecuted." Y/N remarks, seemingly passionate about it, to which Judy rolls her eyes. "Okay, so that's it?"

"That's it." Judy confirms with an anticipating smile, finishing a note that she's been writing mid-call.  "See you in ten minutes, love you, bye."

"Oh, she said it." Y/N teasingly quips with a laugh. "Love you, kisses, bye."

They then hang up the phone. Judy goes to hang the note for her son, though she just barely finishes sticking it onto a magnet before she hears a loud creak coming from inside. She quickly stops and turns around. "That you, tiger?" She calls out, only to get no response.

A bad sign. 

Waiting a few more seconds, she still gets silence, prompting her to look over at the kitchen knife rack and slide the biggest one out of it. She grips it tight and keeps it close as she goes to investigate it, believing in her cop instincts that she can handle it. She sees that the front door is still locked, meaning that the creaking must've come from the sunroom. 

She slowly steps inside, and what do you know? The sun room door is open by a large gap. Someone came inside and quickly too, as if they were in a rush. Likely, because she announced herself inside the house to her intruder. She cautiously walks over, takes a look outside for anyone in her back yard, nothing, before closing the door and locking it shut.

Right as she does, someone appears behind her....

"Geez!" Wes, having come out of the bathroom, jumps at the same time as her, taking his earbuds out which was the reason he didn't hear her earlier. Judy fixes up a smile as she puts a relieved hand to her heart, before noticing the uncomfortable look on her son's face, and realizes that he's staring at the knife in her hand, which she quickly lowers to her hip. 

"Are you being safe out there, honey?" Judy asks with that obvious motherly treatment as they being walking out of the sunroom because it's, well, really hot. 

"To the point that all my friends mock me, yes." Wes confirms somewhat sarcastically as he shows his taser and pepper spray to her. It's not like he ever would, since Ghostface has literally given him 13 reasons why he should keep them on his person.

"Good boy."

"What's for dinner?" Wes asks as they walk to the front door, where he sets his self-defense weapons into the bowl on the lamp stand. The really, really tall lamp stand. No, it's not a console table, that is literally all that piece of wooden furniture really serves as a purpose.

"Sushi, I was just leaving to pick it up." Judy tells him as she grabs her purse and lifts it onto her shoulder, since it obviously carries all she's going to need depending on who's buying.

"Oh, why don't you just uber it?" Wes queries with a raised brow, knowing that's how everyone else does it, especially people who have her kind of schedule. 

"Oh, it gets all smushy by the time it's here. I know you hate that." Judy makes an excuse with a mom-like smile she gives her son when she has to make a half-truth like this. It's not a complete lie, but it's also not like Wes would take it well if he knew the actual reason. Wes chuckles, seemingly buying it for now. "Go take a shower, I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Wes replies with a shrug.

"Will you put this back for me?" Judy requests as she holds up the knife she still has in her palm, causing Wes to swallow a bit as he slowly reaches for it so he doesn't cut himself on the sharp end.

"Yes..." 

"Thank you." Judy says with a smile before giving his son a loving kiss on the cheek, which Wes just mentally finds awkward since he's still covered in sweat from his run. "Love you!" She tells him as she opens the door.

"Love you."

"Lock the door!"

"I will." Wes promises, doing exactly as asked the second his mom closes the door behind her. 

Judy walks down the concrete trail leading to her car which is set right at the end of it, parked at the side of the street. She gets in the car, sets her phone onto the stand she's set up, puts the sushi place into her GPS, and she's on her way. It says she'll be there in ten minutes, so it looks like she got it right on the money. 

As she begins driving, she sees that it's mostly how empty it mostly is around here, despite it not being curfew time yet. Somewhere at the six-minute mark, she notices a small crowd of people near a van and looks over to see that it's a much of press talking about the current Ghostface situation for the rest of the world to hear. Good thing she can't hear them, because she doesn't need another reminder as to how they haven't caught the guy yet. 

Bringing her out of those thoughts is a ringing coming from her cell phone, at first, she thinks it's Y/N checking up to make sure she's coming. But glancing over, she sees that it's coming from an unknown number. Well, thanks to her job being her job, she pretty much has to answer it. "Sheriff Hicks...."

"Hello, Sheriff Joo-Dee..." A male stranger calls with an unhinged tone of voice, putting weird pronunciation on her name. Judy does a quick double-take before realizing that she recognizes that voice, somewhat, but she recognizes it.

"Who is this?" She asks in a cautious manner.

"I think you know. I'm a fan of scary movies.... and knives." Ghostface calls her out with a playful play on words. The caller clearly knows that she'd immediately take him seriously the second he called and is taking in every bit of her reaction. "What's your favorite scary movie?" 

"I prefer animated films and musicals." Judy responds blankly, not giving him the answer he wants. It still seems to amuse the killer though, as she can hear them chuckling lightly on the other end. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'll tell you all about it, I'm calling to turn myself in." Ghostface tells her, likely lying just to set up some messed-up joke. Meanwhile, Judy quickly gets into her messenger and warns Deputy Farney (Jed) about her current phone call, while still making sure she's driving non-recklessly.

"I think that's a great idea."

"We'll sit down at the station, and I'll tell you all about the two people I've killed." Ghostface offers her with a somewhat teasing voice, to which Judy mentally notes his odd number count.

"You've only killed one person." Judy corrects him, which then makes the killer starts cackling loudly.

"By the time I see you.... I'll have gutted your baby boy!" Ghostface growls, causing Judy's eyes to go wide and realize that... Oh shit... someone else was in her house! 

Within seconds, she turns on her sirens, and rapidly does have massive U-turn, causing a guy that was walking across a street bridge to quickly jump out of what he sees is a crazy woman suddenly driving much faster than she should.  "FUCK YOUUUU!"

During which, she quickly texts her non-working deputy before instantly clicking on her son's name from the contact list.

"Pick up, pick up, Wes!"

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Woodsboro: Sushi

Y/N is currently in line at the sushi place, constantly checking the time on her phone as he stands in the line that feels a lot longer that it really is, despite this place being not that big. He really shouldn't have suggested sushi on this day, or time, but yet again, when was he going to get another chance?

Finally, it's his turn, and the man at the counter waits patiently for him. "Hey, can I get a, uh...." Y/N's about to order everything he wrote down, until he suddenly gets a loud ding from his phone. "Sorry, one second." He apologizes to the employee as he checks it to see that it is a text from Judy.

Not the one he was expecting though....

Judy: My house.

Judy: Ghostface.

Judy: NOW!

At that moment, Y/N feels that the world around him is zooming out of focus, and all the cameras turn to him as he suddenly loses breath for a quick second, his heart beating faster than it was two seconds ago, and his mood changing like someone flicked a switch.

He goes from calm to panicking as he snaps his head around and begins sprinting out the door without warning, which he also shoves past a man carrying a to-go box, causing him to fall and drop his food all over himself.

"What the fuck, man?!"

A man walking next to him also slips on a portion that gets to the floor, causing him to fall as well while his foot comes in contact with the guy's face.

"Argh! Son of a-!"

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Woodsboro: Suburbs

Judy has called Wes three, maybe ten times, by it keeps going to voicemail, meaning that he's already taking his shower and is not paying attention to his phone at all. Mentally swearing, she then grabs her walkie talkie hastily. "This is Sheriff Hicks, I need units to converge on my house, ASAP!" She urgent calls the situation in, getting a blast of static back in response.

"Copy that, we're on it." Dispatch responds. Right after she puts the walkie talkie back while driving down the road, the press from earlier watching her speed past with curious reactions, her phone begins ringing again, but it's not her son calling her back.

"Can't get him on the phone, can you? He must be busy." Ghostface mockingly jokes at her expense, purposefully making her think of many things that could be happening on his end of the line right now. 

"How do I know you're anywhere near him?" Judy questions with a spitting pile of venom in her voice, attempting to call him out on a bluff.

"Every seen the movie, Psycho?" Ghostface brings up with a small growl. "The opening scene involves a girl who makes herself home at her hotel room, taking a nice hot shower which puts her in a perfect position for the killer to strike...... sound familiar?" He queries with a menacing purr, which succeeds in making Judy start to believe him, knowing that she encouraged him to take one earlier.

"Please...." Judy begins to beg, tears developing and covering her eyeballs. "Don't hurt my boy."

"Why not....?" Ghostface teasingly asks her, doing his best impression of a schoolboy being told that he can't ride the pony that the cowboy mom had brought to school this morning. 

"He's a good kid..."

"Is he now?"

"He never hurt anyone...."

"That's not enough." Ghostface growls, causing Judy to further break apart.

"Please, I'll do anything!" Judy pleads with all her life, causing Ghostface to laugh sadistically at her distress.

"Well, I guess I would consider it if you were that willing to admit your secret affair with a certain lonely young-adult half your age...." Ghostface brings out with a thinking tone, as if actually considering it for a second. "But... The image of seeing the brain matter of your boy as I carve out his dyed scalp sounds a lot nicer!"

Judy, realizing that she's being made fun of, turns her emotions into pure rage as she slams onto her pedal harder with her foot, picking up enormous speed without a care in the world except for her family. 

Within a few minutes, she's already back at her house. She doesn't have a gun, or anything besides maybe a taser and pepper spray, but that doesn't stop her as she unbuckles herself and jumps out of her car. "WES! I'M COMING!" She yells as she sprints straight towards her front door....

Right into Ghostface who pops out from behind the front porch's massive potted plant and sticks a Buck 120 hunting knife right into her gut. Judy gasps as she's suddenly frozen in place, looking up at the killer who put her in a trap that was easy to spring. Ghostface's black robe sparkles in the sunlight, but there's only her around to see it. 

They pull the knife out, allowing Judy to fall down the tiny steps and land on her back as it hits the hard cement. She looks up as the Ghostface twirls their bloody knife in an amateur manner as they walk towards her. She tries crawling away, but the killer eventually catches up and begins to get on top of her, despite her attempts to kick them away. 

"HELP!" She screams as she struggles with the killer. However, there's nobody around the neighborhood at this time to help her, or they are just too scared in their homes to try. She's now in a struggle with Ghostface as they push the knife in separate directions. "HEl-"

Eventually however, Ghostface wins and impales the tip of their blade into her chest, and eventually her heart. Judy gasps again as her body suddenly starts feeling different, as if it's not working properly, which the killer uses the moment to rapidly stab her multiple times in various areas of the torso, grunting heavily as they do.

The last thing Judy sees, is Ghostface's mask before her lights eventually go out.

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Woodsboro: Hicks Residence

Wes has now stepped out of the shower at this point. He dries himself off with the towel before wrapping it around his waist to cover the obvious area, as if someone's around to look. After which, he then grabs his phone from the sink, and notices that he's got eleven missed calls from his moms. 

Squinting, he tries calling her back to no avail, distracted as he opens his room's bathroom door....

And casually walks past it.

He fetches some cloths and then heads downstairs, checking the front door to see if his mom's home yet, but it's still closed shut and locked. He then walks into the kitchen so he can help set everything help for when she does come back, closing the left-open pantry that gets in his way.

He grabs some plates and some tinier ones from the cabinet, setting them down on the kitchen island in a very even manner. He knows that they are going to need the sushi rolls and then a second for something else in case of room. He then grabs some napkins and sets them on or near the plates as well, because they're definitely going to need that in case of spilled soy sauce.

He then walks back to the pantry, opening it up so he can grab the chopsticks, siracha, and soy sauce, before closing it back up.....

And carrying on.

He sets the chopsticks respectfully to where they need to go, and the two sauce bottles somewhere on the island that isn't in the way. He then steps towards the fridge so he can grab some ice which sometimes is important for these kinds of meals. Once he slides it out of there, he closes the door.....

And then drops the usual amount into his palm.

At that moment, he hears the loud creak of the front door opening, causing him to pause everything and turn around with a squint of his eyes. "Mom?" He calls out, surprised to have her back so soon. However, he doesn't hear anything back, which is practically impossible if it was her. 

Slowly setting the try of ice down on the counter, Wes rubs his hands as he goes to where the sound came from. He walks out of the kitchen to find that the front door is now unlocked and opened up a few cracks. Which is.... weird. He could've sworn he just saw it closed a few minutes ago...

"Mom?" He calls out again, still not getting any response back. Glancing around, he then slowly walks towards the door, and puts his hand on the knob, pausing for a second as he considers something..... before remember that his short-term memory is shit and just closes and locks it again.

A fatal mistake on his part.

The second he turns around, Ghostface is there, standing in front of him. Wes jumps with a yelp at the sight of the killer who then lunges at him with their knife. The teen quickly grabs his hands in time, but is now in a bas position as his back is against the door and a knife lingering closer to his face.

He looks over to his right at the lamp stand, and desperately reaches for his taser and pepper spray. However, they are just inches too far for him to grab them, taking away his only chance of surviving this. "Fuck..... you!" He swears at the killer, who's still struggling with him for the kill. 

Wes tries with all his might, however, Ghostface's position provides a clear, unfair advantage, and he begins getting slowly closer to his weak spot. Eventually, the knife reaches his neck, piercing it which causes the teen to gasp before it's then pressed further into his jugular. Wes now stops struggling as the tip comes out the back of his skin, slowly sliding down the door with Ghostface staying at his level the entire time.

 Once he sees blood dripping out of his mouth, Ghostface tilts their head, before knowing the job is done and sticking the blade out.

Now it's three people. 

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Woodsboro: Hicks Residence

This whole time, Y/N has been driving to the house of the Hicks family as fast as he can, ignoring the laws of the road and everything else to get to them in time. However, by the time he's arrived, he comes to see that he was still not being fast enough, as the place is already surrounded by cops and other emergency services aside from firemen who are yellow taping the scene. 

He steps out of his car, looking around with his mouth wide open and his eyes stretched so far, the sockets could end up falling out if he isn't careful. Despite this, however, he clings onto some measure of hope, knowing that Judy is a trained soldier of the law. However, when he sees two body bags being wheeled into the back of an ambulance, he doesn't need to see whose face is inside to know who it is.

His blood boiling as guilt and rage seethe into his veins, fruminous, Y/N snaps his body towards his own car. "Nobody cares about the sequels, my fucking-!" He furiously yells out before kicking his vehicle in a burst of rage, only to then see that he accidentally busted open his headlight in the process. "Fuck...."

A few minutes later, another car then pulls up to the scene, Richie's Prius. Sam steps out and takes a look at the scene for herself with a look of horror on her face. She then eventually sees Y/N who's covered his face, not noticing her because he's too busy trying to find everyone possible reason that this was his fault. She also sees Dewey and... Gale Weathers? Talking with each other, whatever the topic is, it's clearly personal judging from the tears on both faces.

She knows who she should focus her attention on, though.

"Y/N?" Sam calls out as she speed-walks over to him, though still doesn't get a response as the man is still degrading himself to much to notice her at first. "Y/N!" She repeats herself, and this time, it snaps the deputy out of his raining cloud. "What happened? Who's house is this?" She asks him, as if doing the same thing Y/N just did a few minutes ago.

"Sam...." Y/N says her name with a sad tone, ask if pleading for her not to make him spell it out for her. "Who else would Ghostface-"

"Someone is still alive right?" Sam asks him as she tries walking to the crime scene with Y/N holding her back, her mouth moving too fast for her to actually pay attention to what she's even doing. "Where's Wes? Wasn't he out for a run? Does he know who did it? Does he know who killed-?"

"Sam!" Y/N quickly cuts her off with a hand as he forces her to look at his face, which holds a empathetic sorrowful expression. "I'm sorry...." He tells her, hinting at the answer they both know is correct. Sam looks down, haunted, with it now being her turn to feel responsible as it was her who took off, leaving everyone alone to figure out what to do next. "Look, um..." Y/N then reaches into his jacket's breast pocket. "He wanted me to give you this, after you took off from the Meeks house. I guess he felt bad to see you so angry earlier." 

He then puts a small bracelet into Sam's palm. She opens it and looks down to see that it's the ugly looking one she gave him while he was a kid, when she was trying to cheer him up after a really bad day. Even back then, people were picking on him for being too much like his mom. Sam closes her eyes in grief, almost wanting to angrily clutch it if she wasn't scared of breaking it. A new determination in her eyes to see the killer be put in the fucking ground. 

"And for the record..." Y/N speaks again, trying to put a small light in this painful silence between them. "I don't think it was you. You're too obvious a suspect for that." He tells her earnestly, to which Sam nods as she wipes her angry tears away. 

"Thank you." Sam replies as she takes another look around, taking a deep breath. "So.... what happens now? Why them?" She asks Y/N with a curious look, to which he just shrugs, not really having a clue right now.

"I'm not sure, really, other than that Mindy's whole monologue was pretty much a turd that can be added to cesspool of the crawlers." Y/N remarks with a small, frustrated sigh, wishing he had some kind of lead with this. "All I know is that the killer probably chose this place because there was less....." He abruptly pauses mid-sentence. "....cops."

Sam blinks, before following his hard gaze to then see what he sees. A cop that shouldn't be there, standing behind the yellow tape as he tries to get rid of an overly-curious passerby. "Wait, isn't that.... Vision?" She asks out loud, to which Y/N nods."

"Yeah." He confirms to her, prompting the both of them to then begin marching over to him as if they are a sports coach ready to lay onto a horrible and disrespectful member of their team. "Hey! Who the fuck's guarding Tara Carpenter?" He questions Vision with a scolding expression, causing him to turn around and blink at the appearance of him.

"Deputy L/N?" Vision questions with rapid blinks, as if surprised by his arrival due to the them having been here for only a couple minutes. "What are you doing-?"

"Who's watching my sister?!" Sam loudly interrogates with a hard glare to get him back on track. Vision opens his mouth, but no words come out for a couple seconds as he nervously glances between her and Y/N.

"I-I just heard about the Sheriff..." Vision replies with a weak shrug, which is all Y/N needs to hear before he quickly turns around and begins marching back to his car. "They needed me here!" He yells out to him as if it'll defend his actions.

Obviously, Y/N isn't hearing any of that bullshit, and quickly gets into his driver's seat with the same urgent heart-beating as he did before. He buckles him and quickly gets his keys into the wheel, and that's when he hears his passenger door opening, and glances over to see Sam practically hopping in. He looks at her with a look of shock, which she eventually notices. "What are you waiting for?" She asks him, not knowing why he's so surprised to see her in his car at the moment. "Drive!" 

"Yeah, what's keeping you?" A third voice chimes in, and the two snap their heads around to see Dewey in the back seat. "Let's go before she's dead meat!" 

Y/N snaps out of reality, nodding as he urgently starts the engine.....

Which makes no sound.

"Oh, for the love of...." Y/N grumbles as he spins the keys the again multiple times, but still fails, even on the fourth attempt. "This is what I get for being on a deputy's budget...." 

"Hurry up!" Sam barks.

"Hey, I'm trying!" Y/N assures her with a loud voice. "It's not like I can threaten this thing into starting." He sarcastically remarks with gritted teeth, prompting Sam to grab the wheel and glare deep into the dashboard's every soul.

"I swear to gosh, if you don't fucking start, I will light you on fire and then drive you into a gas station where you can burn in fucking hell!" 

The engine then starts..... Dewey and Y/N slowly looks at Sam with a creeped out look. "Drive!" Sam orders.

"Right, right!" Y/N snaps out of it and puts his pedal on the metal.

They gotta get to Tara, fast!

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(A/N) Alright, didn't think I was going to publish this now, but here's the next chapter.

It's really late, and I wrote this on a school night, so plz vote or smth, even if you just clicked on the chapter without reading first. My eyes are tired as I type this author's note and I'll probably suffer in the morning thanks to my alarm.

That aside, keep your expectations high for the next chapter, as we are obviously going to jump straight into another Ghostface sequence. Will Dewey still die this time? Or will things play out differently? Guess you gotta see you for yourself.

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