New York: Theater

After time of driving with the sirens on, they finally make it to the theater. Thank the lord, too, because it was starting to feel like they were moving in slow-mo despite breaking the speed by like forty. They practically jump themselves out as they find one section unreachable until they run around and find an open door at the back, already unlocked and welcoming them inside due to someone having already gone through it.

Most likely, Y/N and Trevor.

They find the same elevator they did, and come to the same conclusion that they'll need to go down there to find the same theater screen that they went down to. Entering, pressing the button, and then having to wait for it go all the way down as it shakes and what-not comes to be very stressful. Tara looks over and can see Sam whispering something to herself with closed eyes, begging for good news at their destination. She can already tell that her brain is forcing her to imagine Y/N with his throat slit and insides on the outside.

She can definitely sympathize with her on that.

The second the elevator settles down at their floor and opens the doors, the two quickly run out, trying to look around and figure out their new environments quickly as possible. "Come on, where is he....?" Tara wonders out loud in a panicked voice, Sam feeling the same thing as her. They then enter the massive room, displaying all of the trophies that Ghostface has collected throughout the last couple of years.

Then, out of the blue, the big screen slowly comes down in front of them, and the projector from up above plays its current feature film onto it. Sam and Tara watch as they eventually recognize the family videos from their time, back when they were all one big happy family, before the Billy Loomis reveal, before Sam went into her mother's diaries, got into drugs, and left... the good old days.

Also, in front of that screen, on top of the stage, tied up to a chair, is the man they came here to find. "Y/N!" Sam calls out to him in a very emotional voice, not wasting a single second before running over to the man she wants out as desperately as possible. Tara obviously follows her lead, and the two rip off his tape and get to work removing the rope and such. "Y/N, please wake up..." Sam begs as she lightly shakes the cop's body, only for it to not show much response. "Babe, please.... please... wake up.... please wake up and call me Sammy, again... please..."

As if hearing that nickname summoned some kind of spell, Y/N's eyes blink and he begins to awake with a small groan. "Oh my gosh..." Tara quietly utters in a relieved voice, sharing a look with Sam as they both shakingly laugh. This encourages them to get the binds undone faster.

"Wh......what....?" Y/N moans as he looks around, finding himself back in the real world once again, possibly after having yet another nightmare sequence involving her. "Sam? Sammy?" He eventually recognizes her, and Sam rapidly nods in confirmation with a tearful grin.

"Yes, It's us, Tara's here too, see?" Sam tells him, prompting the guy who look over and see Tara on the other side of him. They finally get the last rope free, and lift the guy up to his feet, though he requires the help of both of them to walk properly without possibly stumbling on air. "Come on, we're getting you out of here." She assures him as they attempt to carry him back to the elevator.

"No.... no!" Y/N shakes his head while talking in a panicked voice. "Ghostface, he's here. It's a trap!" He tells them in a now awake and freaked out voice, the two continue on anyway, hoping that it's not the case before something interrupts their escape attempt.

Gunshots echo throughout the area, prompting the trio to freeze as they hear footsteps that are not their own approaching the area. They turn back to the stage to see Kirby Reed coming up from a suspiciously unlikely direction, bleeding from her head. "It's okay!" She tells them in a slightly disoriented voice, waving her gun around.

"Stay the fuck back!" Sam barks as Kirby hobbles down the steps, prompting all of them to back away, still not knowing who the trust at this bizarre hour where everyone has the perfect opportunity to dawn the mask. "We can't trust you!"

Kirby, semi-out of breath, stammers as she tries giving a response, clearly more confused than they are right now. "The killer... knocked me out." She manages to tell them, the blood on her face does support it, but after seeing all the shit killers go through to fake their innocence, The three still needs a moment to process what's happening.

"Kirby, stop!" Wayne Bailey shouts as he jogs inside, now also having made it to the theater. "Get away from them!" He orders as he marches over and points his gun at Kirby, acting like he's just realized that she's the killer.

"What are you doing?" Kirby shakenly questions as she raises her weapon at him in response. The two now stay at a standoff with Sam, Y/N and Tara potentially caught in the crossfire. At this moment, where emotions are clearly running high with everyone, even the well-known survivors look suspicious.

"I just got the call from the Atlanta Offices, they've told me everything, you psychopathic liar!" Wanye aggressively tells her as he keeps the gun pointed at her, his hands shaking. "You've been on a downward spiral since the last Woodsboro murders, and you were fired from the FBI a year prior to now!" He calls her out, prompting the other three to stare at her in shock.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Did you kill Quinn?" Wayne questions her, looking at Kirby with red in his eyes. "DID YOU KILL MY DAUGHTER?!"

"Jesus Christ!" Kirby exclaims, finding the entire accusation as crazy as Ghostface himself. She then looks at the trio. "Whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him." She tells them, now looking at Wayne with her own glare. "He's probably the killer."

Then... Ghostface pops out and charges towards the detective. "BEHIND YOU!" Kirby shouts as a warning, but instead, Wayne, still running by his grief, just centers his aim and shoots her, putting three bullets in her chest.

However, that proves to be a fatal mistake, as Ghostface then stabs him in the back, causing Wayne to let out a loud scream before the killer wraps an arm around his chest. The detective tries to fight back, but his attacker is quick as puts his blade against his throat, before swiping away brutally.

Wayne shakes uncontrollably as blood pours out of his neck like a showerhead, getting some of it onto the killer's old mask. Ghostface holds him that position for a few seconds before theatrically dropping him in front of the trio, hoping that this means he's got their attention. "You and your sister are fast, Sam." Ghostface remarks as he takes a few steps towards them, prompting them to step back. "I didn't even get to chase you around the block party before you showed up."

"Who are you?" Sam asks the million-dollar question, and Ghostface who swipes the blood off his knife with a sharp shink, is now ready to give her the answer to that prize.

He slowly and teasingly takes off his mask before dropping it to the floor, allowing them soak it in.

It's Jim, Trevor's cameraman.

"What the fuck?" Y/N silently exclaims, obviously knowing his face since he's met him a couple. Jim stares blankly at him in response, before pulling out the voice changer from his mask and putting it up to his mouth.

"Surprise, kids." He quips, speaking in Ghostface's voice one more time before throwing the device away.

Y/N is baffled, but then he glances over and sees that Sam's face shows more shock than he carries, Tara as well. They all look like they've been hit with a massive case of PTSD.

Tara examines his face for a second longer, before finally uttering the word.

"Dad?"

Mr. Carpenter slowly nods, kneeling down to pick up his mask from the ground and observe it like an old war veteran observing his purple heart. "If only I had stayed out of that room for a second longer....." He reminisces as he plays with it a little bit, the mask of the serial killer that ruined his life. "It was like.... missing the touchdown by an inch on the fourth down, or ruining your meal by one Fahrenheit."

Tara still stares at her biological father along with Sam, gob smacked and still unable to believe it. "You?"

"Yeah, of course, me." Mr. Carpenter confirms in a dry voice as he idly tosses the mask away for good this time, not needing it or the modulator anymore. "Franky, I expected more from you, Sam, after what you did to us." He remarks in an emotionless, yet angry manner, showing the true monster he is to all three of them.

"What do you mean, us?" Sam questions him in a slightly offended tone, wondering if he's trying to imply something about their family. Jim (If that is his actual first name) cackles at her as he shakes his head disappointed, thinking she would know.

"Children, always so stubborn, always so ignorant." Mr. Carpenter remarks with a sigh as he glances around at the theater as if just gotten a funny thought. "Just so you know, there was no partner here, didn't need one, since Trevor pretty much gave me the opportunity to go wherever I pleased." He tells them with a satisfied nod. "No eyes on me, no thoughts about me, I was just Jim, the cameraman."

"This is ridiculous, that's impossible." Y/N spits with a shake of his head, looking like he's staring at a ghost itself with his very eyes. "I saw you die."

"No, you didn't. All I did was drop a hat that was actually covered in my old boss's blood." Mr. Carpenter corrects him as twirls his knife around like a blade professional, obviously been having some practice with how he handles it. The three take another step back as the older man inches closer. "You know, Nancy Loomis had some great ideas. You don't have to give your actual identity to the media, they eat up whatever bullshit name you feed them." He mentions before chuckling as he crouches and rips the gun out of Wayne's persistent dead hand. "Yup... you'd be amazed at what a simple nobody could get away with."

He then changes direction and walks past the many display casings and mannequins, circling the trio like sharks to the scent of blood. "Let's see here.... Nancy Loomis's mask, for the murder of my cuck-employer that happened in this very theater...." He picks up the item next to the mannequin wearing her suit and applies it to the head, seemingly completing figure. "Stu Macher's, for stabbing your Randy knock-off on the train..." He then applies it to the red robe of the killer as well. He then returns to the pathway, this time on the opposite side, prompting the three to take another step back. "Which just leaves.... your father's." He then concludes as he points towards it. "This is what I've been counting down to, Sam. Now, obviously, I can't have you wear it because my sweat is all over that thing, but I'll allow you holding his knife as an exception."

 He then flips his knife over to where he's now holding it by the blade itself. "I'm gonna need you to hold onto this for me, okay? Dead man's grip and all that." He requests like a father asking a daughter for help, extending over towards her with an exciting smile. Despite the obvious trap, Sam can't help but stare at it and feel temptation and wanting to hold it. The others glance at her as she reaches for it, worried that she might actually take it. 

Until she swipes it away. "Fuck you!" 

That just earns her a bullet to the knee, curtesy of Wayne's gun, prompting her to shriek as she falls on it, causing them to almost drop Y/N until he helps himself back up, just with a very evident limp. "You stay the fuck away from them!" Tara barks with a passionate roar, while Mr. Carpenter shakes his head at her like a dad giving a lecture. 

"Bet you wish the belt was brought back, don't you?"

"What...? What is this?" Sam questions as she stands herself back up straight to the best of her ability, though she clearly has the same kind of limp Y/N carries. "You did this for some holy mission because of what happened twenty years ago?"

"Is that really what you believe, Sam? Hmm?" Mr. Carpenter questions her before clicking his tongue, thinking that someone sharing his ex-wife's blood would've figured it out by now. "Shame, you really don't get it, do you?"

"Dad, I..." Sam tries pleading to him, but winces when she calls him by his former title, especially when he glares at her the second she uses it. She should know better. "Look, I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro, it wasn't me, I swear!"

"Oh, I know that, of course you didn't." Mr. Carpenter lets her know that he's not dumb, eye rolling at the fact she still believes that's the core motive of all this. "What, you think is all based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on, who do you think bought the lawyer for Trevor's book in the first place?" He reveals to her as he happily raises up his gun-hand, guilty of that front. He may not have started the rumors, but he sure did inspire them. "He wasn't cheap, but boy was he worth it."

"You're not gonna get away with this..." Y/N promises him in a deep whisper. 

"Of course, I will, everything's connected to Kirby. Jason and Greg, the keycards to get into the theater, the obsession, and an effective use of a shotgun." Mr. Carpenter states with a confident smile as he seems just as sure as the killers before him that he's created the perfect alibi. "The rumors about you just tipped her off the edge, she used her power and equipment to kill a dozen people. And, even if she was at the park before this, who do you think they'd believe? Sam Carpenter, the villain of Woodsboro? Or the evidence I left in that bitch's van when she drove her way in here." He remarks with a small fake chuckle as he kicks Kirby's gun away from her body, replacing it with Charlie Walker's knife. "Now, is that everything? Any questions? Any comments? You know what? Who gives a flying-"

*SWOOSH!*

"-FUCK, ANYWAY?!" Mr. Carpenter snaps as he cuts open one of Sam's arm, causing them to jump and try to flee towards the right of him. However, they end getting surrounded by more merch and the Ghostface killer as he easily dashes around to cut off their escape routes with his knife and gun. "Let them try and find the actual killer, Jim the cameraman is fucking dead!" He brings up, his dark emotionless stare back into the fold. "Now, it wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you and your boyfriend here actually done to those killers that I knew! That I knew that I help raised a monster, raised a freak that needed to be punished! Along with anyone else that stands in my way!"

"This is coming from the fucking deadbeat douchebag." Y/N growls at him while holding his chest where he was stabbed earlier, his voice getting a little raspy from the wounded lung. The second that title gets mentioned, Sam eyes blink into a different shape, and she looks up at her fake dad with a much darker shake of black. 

"Yeah, well what do you call that?" Mr. Carpenter queries him as he points the of his blade towards Sam's pupils. "You know what I call it? The blackest eyes..... the Devil's eyes." He quotes Sam Loomis, which is ironically funny. "That's the look I imagined, which is why I built this whole collection under Jason and Greg's name for the sake of pinning all this on Kirby, only someone like her would purchase things that remind her of the monsters inside." He explains as he gestures towards all of this, laughing. "I don't really like those movies, to me, they're just..... a little too dark. Plus, they don't make sense, right? I mean, they're a murder mystery, but Sidney or Gale never solves the mystery, and then the killer just announces himself at the end of the movie, THAT'S NO WAY TO END A MOVIE!"

"That's the audience's job, dingus." Y/N remarks with a blank look.

"Real great to see you again, by the way." Tara sarcastically criticizes the man with a look that wishes they never actually got to see him again. "Outstanding parenting job." 

"Honey.... what did you just say?" Mr. Carpenter queries as he slowly points the gun towards her with an extremely offended look. He takes aggressive steps closer, which the trio tries to back away from until he has them both cornered against a massive row of display casings. "You know what? You're right, this time, it was all the parent's fault. But.... not mine." He states in his defense, pointing at himself. "I didn't cheat on my spouse and lie to him just to save my manipulative ass, and I sure as hell didn't want to raise a Loomis. You want someone to blame? Why don't you blame your mother?!" He roars as he abruptly pulls Sam out of the group and presses his knife tightly against her throat, using the gun to keep the others from stepping in. "She was the one who lied to all and broke up our family before it was even bonded, and then you took... my.... daughter!" 

He takes a step back, red in his veins. "I was supposed to be the one that flew her to New York, I was supposed to help look out for her after Woodsboro, I was supposed to-

"You were supposed to abandoned us!?" Tara cries out at him, calling him out on his victim-blaming horseshit. Mr. Carpenter turns to her with a deeply hurt look in his eyes. "What did you do after Sam left? A note? A call? A text message? No, you didn't do shit! So stop acting like you have some moral high ground over my sister! She was the one who came back after I got put in the fucking hospital! NOT YOU!" 

Mr. Carpenter shakes in his boots, the three able to hear the emotional exhale he lets out. He clearly wasn't expecting to be confronted with the consequences of his actions. "Hey...." Y/N calls out to him, nodding his head to get the older man's attention. "You know Kirby's still kicking, right?" 

Turing wide-eyed, Mr. Carpenter turns around, only to see that the agent is still on the floor. That's when Y/N grabs the brick prop from the Ohio collage and chucks it at his face right as the killer turns around, taking the entire blunt of it in the forehead and eyes. He yelps as he grabs at his face and shoots into the air on instinct, the sisters take the opportunity to shove him to the ground and run away along with the male survivor. 

"Run!" Sam screams as the two sprint as fast as they can over to the elevator they came from. However, when they urgently pull on the doors, they find that they won't open for them, no matter how hard or from what angle they pull/slide from. "It's locked!" She realizes with a baffled expression, the killer booby trapped it. 

The three then hear roaring and look back to see Mr. Carpenter, with a bruise now on his forehead, charging at them with an animalistic roar. They quickly take off in a random direction, prompting the Ghostface to miss his stab and accidentally punch the bars of the elevator instead. "Fuck...." He grumbles before snapping his head towards where they ran. He's about to give chase before recognizing where they are heading to and gets a better idea.

The trio find a door and slam through it, where they find themselves at a concession stand of the theater. The only way forward for them is a door with an exit sign above it, and they quickly stagger their way over. However, that door flies open and Mr. Carpenter comes out with a bloodthirsty expression in his eyes. "Gotcha!" He barks as he lunges at them. 

Acting fast, Y/N knocks down a popcorn machine, shattering everything all over the floor and forcing Mr. Carpenter to briefly stop.  However, he simply steps to the side, and then begins swiping at his chest again, threating to tear a deadly gash in his jacket. He pins him against the wall, where Y/N grips the knife as Tara and Sam then grab onto his arms. Y/N pushes it away as best he can and the girls pull him off of their man, but Mr. Carpenter uses this to his advantage and drags them onto the concession stand, having the superior strength. 

Richie man-carried one? He can carry two.

Just like Richie did, he too slams their lower backs into the counter, causing a brief moment of pain. But before he can follow up, Y/N swoops in and punches him in the face as strong as he can at the moment. It's not much though, due to his energy slowly draining by the second, and when Tara tries to swoop it to kick him while he's down, Mr. Carpenter simply catches it and punches her down instead.

He gets on top of her and resumes his abusive treatment. "Ungratul.... little..... shit!" He growls as he punches Tara in the face with every word that comes out of his mouth. The fourth punch being so hard that the other two could hear a crack coming from the little girl's skull. Right as he's about to finish it with a knife, he finds it missing, and looks up to see Sam furiously charging over to stab him through the cheeks with it, creating even more deja vu. She pulls it out and he falls to the ground. However, Mr. Carpenter channels his pain into rage and simply swipes her feet off the ground with his leg, causing her to trip and fall. 

He stands himself up and then kicks the knife out of her hands before switching over to kicking her while she's down, not dealing a strong bit of damage to her torso as Sam gaps with every stomp he delivers. His smile of pure evil cracks open as he sees everyone on the floor and just how easy it was to fight this trio of 'heroes'. He retrieves his blade to finish what he started. 

That is, until someone smashes a bubblegum machine over the back of his head, causing him to fall down on his knees while grabbing onto it with a loud roar of pain. "Ethan!" The injured Tara yells his name as everyone else looks up and sees the Laundry kid having finally made it to the theater in time. "How did-"

"No, no time!" Ethan reminds them as he quickly helps in pulling Tara help first, following the others. "Look, there's a back exit on the top of the bleachers above us, if we can use the ladder to climb to the third row above, we should be able to-"

He's interrupted when a knife is planted into his side, causing him to let out a scream of agony. "ETHAN!" Tara cries out to him as Mr. Carpenter rises up and begins to angrily wail into his torso with his knife, stabbing him in as many places as possible. "NO!" She tries to intervene, but the killer swipes at her, and the others pull her back, realizing that it's too late for him.

"Go... Go....." Ethan, blood pouring out of his mouth, weakly encourages her to make a run for it before Mr. Carpenter then throws him down on the floor. He turns back at the trio and cleans his knife swiftly like he's done before. He watches them retreat back through the door they entered this stand in, before looking back down at the weak, dying kid. Deciding to do him a favor, he presses his foot down against his neck, before abruptly twisting it, breaking it with a loud snap.

The killer rolls his eyes as he was just one tiny annoyance before going to chase down the three that are left. 

The three run back into the main area of the theater, where they frantically look around before one of them spots the ladder that Ethan was talking about. "There!" Sam yells as he points towards it, prompting all of them rush over to it as fast as they can, though with this limp, it's a little difficult for Sam and Y/N. 

They eventually get to the ladder though, and climb up, starting with Tara, Sam, and then Y/N. He has a little trouble though, as evident with every grunt he makes when he pulls onto a bar. Samantha helps her man out though by pulling him up when he makes it to the last three, giving him the big pull he needed at the end there.

Next, they scoot around towards the next ladder which is one the other side of the second row. However, there's also an ungodly amount of tarp and obstacles on the chairs and floor, forcing them to walk every carefully along the edge of its balcony to get there. During one of those, they have to put their foot on the railing and walk over to to get around a massive stack of broken furniture. "Be careful." Tara encourages Sam and Y/N as they go first, knowing that they are slightly injured for this kind of maneuver.

She then takes her turn....

When a gunshot from the ground floor hits the balcony and knocks her off balance, causing her to slip and fall over. "Tara!" Sam screams as she quickly grabs onto her wrist before she completely takes a harsh landing. Y/N angrily looks down at Mr. Carpenter who lowers his gun with a small hint of a smirk that shows that he's proud of himself for that one. 

He then begins walking over while Sam desperately tries to pull Tara back up along with Y/N. "I can't..." The younger sister tries to hold on, but her right hand keeps slipping off of Sam's wrist due to her bloody arm. "I can't..."

"It's gonna be okay!

"I can't grab on! I can't grab on!" 

Mr. Carpenter doesn't really help matters as he shoots one of Tara's hands, forcing her to let go to Y/N and send a few inches down. She now has an even bigger chance of losing her grip and falling. "NO!" Sam and Y/N yell as they keep trying to pull her up, much to no avail. The killer then starts walking in another direction, knowing another route to get to them besides the ladder.

"Sam, Y/N...." Tara says their names, bringing their eyes back to her face. "It's no use. You have to let me go." 

"What? No!" Sam immediately refuses while Y/N blinks, wondering what the heck she's thinking. He looks down below and sees a display casing that she will surely fall onto, tearing into her skin like an American with a cheeseburger. They then hear the door on the other side of the second floor opening and look to see Mr. Carpenter now between them and the ladder. He glares hatefully at them before sadistically approaching them at a slow pace, scraping his knife against the railing as he does so.

"Trust me." Tara pleads for her to take her advice this one time, as Mr. Carpenter inches closer and ready to kill. Despite this, Sam is stilling clinging onto her while certain doom stalks both sides. "You have to let me go." Tara tells her sister specifically with a serious voice. Sam still hesitates, until she looks at Y/N, who gives her a nod that encourages her to trust her sister. 

Knowing what has to be done, the two let her go. Tara falls down with a strong gust of wind before landing on the display, shattering it and no doubt cutting a lot of her skin. She screams in pain while crawling away, but despite her current misery, she's still alive which is the important thing.

But then.....

*BANG!*

Sam catches a bullet to the center of her chest, causing her to gaps as she holds onto it, before looking up at her dad who is holding up the gun that delt the blow. "NO!" Y/N yells in worriment as the woman falls to the floor, causing him to quickly kneel down and check her wound. Bad news, she's bleeding fast. "No, no, no, no, please, Sammy, don't do this. Don't do this to me, please." He begs as he desperately tries to apply pressure to the bullet hole. Sam tries to say something, but it just comes out as a breathless gasp, signaling her rapid decline. "No...."

"Aw, I missed, what a bummer." Mr. Carpenter comments like he's on another day of work at a job he hates, causing Y/N to close his eyes and clench a fist as he stands up and slowly turns towards him with a plan for vengeance in his eyes. "I was trying to shoot her in the head, you always gotta shoot them in the head, right?" The older man notes as he then points the pistol at Y/N. "You know, you just don't know how to die, don't you?"

"No, not really." Y/N replies with a dark expression and voice, to which Mr. Carpenter chuckles in amusement.

"I can respect that." He says before pointing it between the eyes of the son of Brandon James, and...

*Click*

"Fuck..." Mr. Carpenter swears in frustration as he hears the gun go empty in its clip, doesn't help that he didn't bring any extras with him. Y/N gives him a teasing head tilt as the killer angrily tosses the gun over the balcony since he's not able to use it anymore. "That's fine, guns are too quick, anyway."

Y/N hums agreeingly as he then reaches behind his jacket and pulls out the knife Mr. Carpenter had earlier put into Kirby's hands. He grabbed it earlier when they were running towards the ladder to get to where they are now. the killer twists his jaw around as he stares deeply into his target's eyes, to which he does the same.

Then, Mr. Carpenter charges at Y/N....

Y/N charges at him.....

The two let out a battle cry....

Until they stab each other in the torso.....

And fall over, landing on their heads with a rough thud. 

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Coughing up a bit, Mr. Carpenter's head feels like it was split open by the time he finally gets his consciousness back once again. Despite everything, he isn't dying until he knows that the job is finished. Vison a little blurry, his eyes blink a bit until he's able to come back to his current situation. His ears are ringing in a way that gets him irate, and he feels his face which is now has cuts all over, adding to his bruise from earlier. 

He slowly stands up from the display casing he landed on, looking around and down at himself where he sees that he's out of the Ghostface robe he's been wearing this entire time. Confused and pissed off, he looks around and spots the gun he kicked from Kirby's body earlier, and instantly kneels down to grab it. "Where the hell are you?!" He screams out into the darkness, only to get no response. 

He looks at where Tara fell, she's gone, he looks at where Y/N should've landed next to him, he's gone too, and he can't figure out if Sam is still on the floor of the second floor. His blood boils at the lack of details. He ambles around until he hears it....

The sound of his phone ringing. 

He slowly pulls it out, and sees it coming from Y/N L/N's phone. That son of a bitch, he really wants to play this game? Well, whatever, he'll play. Mr. Carpenter mentally seethes as he answers it and brings it up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Carpenter." The undeniable voice of the Lakewood Slasher greets him. "Who told you, you could wear my girlfriend's mask?"

"Your girlfriend's mask?" Mr. Carpenter repeats his words with a very amused chuckle, finding the idea that Sam now owns his true father's property ridiculous. That girl is about as clean and efferent as a dog with his food.  "Don't be stupid, her killing of Richie was sloppier than a pig farm." He criticizes the caller as he walks up the steps leading up to the stage, gun in hand. 

 "I'm asking, because you claim that she's a killer, just like her daddy. Yet, you've killed more people than the entire Loomis family combined in this fine city of New York." The Lakewood Slasher points out as Mr. Carpenter steps through the curtains that are still projecting family videos on them, ready to play defense if that's what he has to do now. "What does that make you, hmm? The Grim Reaper? The Harbinger of Justice? Is that how you defend your actions?"

"I killed filth that made our world a horrible place." Mr. Carpenter growls as he does the very thing the Lakewood Slasher was expecting him to do, more victim-blaming. "Collage students that only care about sex, apathetic citizens, corrupt cops, hell, I got two wanna-be serial killers, all of them cleaned up because of me."

"So, you say. Frankly, I expected more from you after what you did to your daughters." The Lakewood Slasher comments with a seemingly disappointed tone. During which, Mr. Carpenter hears wind of ruffled footsteps, at least he thinks he does, and quickly shoots at a couple of the mannequins, only for nothing to happen. "Did you enjoy it? Bashing Tara's face in? Shooting Sam in the chest?"

"They're my old world's children, one that doesn't exist anymore." Mr. Carpenter responds coldly as he scans the row of mannequins, before noticing that the one that's supposed to be holding Billy Loomis's costume is now gone missing, as well as the knife in its hand. "Ah, I see your whore has put on her true face, huh?" He points out with a nod, not really all that surprised. "Glad that she knows who her birthright really is, poetic that she's gonna die in it, along with you."

"Funny, I was just about to say the same thing with you and this theater you created." The Lakewood Slasher quips with a seemingly amused chuckle as another sound comes from behind the mannequins. Mr. Carpenter presses the trigger again, but still only hits the figure and nothing behind it. "Careful, cameraman, don't wanna waste your bullets like last time."

 "Fuck you!" Mr. Carpenter snaps as he hears more footsteps and shoots another bullet, wasting that one too. "Stop fucking around and show yourself!"

"Be careful what you wish for." Lakewood Slasher quips, making fun at his expense. Mr. Carpenter hears more and more footsteps, but now from multiple directions, wondering if he's actually been losing his mind this entire time. "A few days ago, you had Jason Carvey, a killer like you, begging like a victim while he was bleeding on your feet. Are you ready to feel the same thing he did?"

"Will you just.... shut up?!" Mr. Carpenter roars as he gets more and more irritated by the sound of the caller's taunting. "You and all of these lectures, and taunts, and threats, acting like you're better than me when murder is in your blood. Is that really your attempt at being serious?" He questions him with a shaky, nervous laugh. "Who in the hell do you think you are, huh? God?!"

The Lakewood Slasher laughs at him. "No, I don't." The caller answers him as Mr. Carpenter hearts the sizzling of fire, as the curtains behind him begin to ignite, caught by a flame. "God would have mercy...."

Then, Mr. Carpenter realizes that someone is looming behind him.

"We won't." 

Mr. Carpenter quickly jerks around and points his gun at the figure behind the curtains, only to feel a shark pain in his back. He lets out a scream of pain as he looks up and sees the Ghostface mask of Billy Loomis looking directly down at him, twisting the blade in his spine to make sure it hurts even more. Then, the figure behind the curtains calmly steps out.... revealing the costume of long ago.

"NO!" Mr. Carpenter begs as he raises his hand pleadingly, but the Lakewood Slasher ignores him as he stabs him brutally in the chest. But his misery doesn't just end there. The two then tag-team him as they use their respective blades to go ham into onto his torso, stabbing him in the chest and back in multiple areas at the same time. Over... and over.... and over... and over... and over... and over... and over again.

"NO! PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP!" 

When the two slashers finally get to 36 stabs each, they finally ease up and lower their blades, leaving Mr. Carpenter on his knees, looking like Pinhead except for it being stab holes instead of pins on his head and body. He's shaking uncontrollably as his body is still trying to figure out how to handle all of these injuries at once and in so many areas. 

He quavers, looking up as Ghostface walks around and stands next to the Lakewood Slasher's side, the two looking down at him like angels of death, mentally debating on what they are going to do with him. The two then simultaneously take off their masks, revealing Y/N and Sam's face, both breathing heavily. The two share a look, seeing how the tables have ironically turned on their main villain.

 "So, babe.... what are we thinking?" Sam queries as she stares at Y/N with a curious brow, seemingly allowing her boyfriend to make the decision about what's going to happen next. Y/N hums as he looks down at Mr. Carpenter, who's wincing and trying not to actually touch the wounds he has received, since that will only make them hurt more.

"My sister was a murderer, by brother was a pedophile...... and me.... I just don't how to not fuck up." Y/N begins, with, unsurprisingly, a joke, to which Sam giggles in response. "It would make sense to kill you like all the others...... but Emma Duval gave Kieran Wilcox prison because she knew that he would suffer a lot more." He then states, looking down at his knife which has more than enough blood already. "I think you deserve similar treatment."

"Thank you..."  Mr. Carpenter nods, coughing and wheezing heavily when he tries to speak. The choice to spare his life will count as a blessing for him at the very best. "Thank you..." 

That is, until Y/N grabs the Ohio Theater axe from behind Nancy's mannequin.

"But you did try to fuck with my girls, so..."

He then swings it towards Mr. Carpenter's neck and decapitates him. The killer's head rolls across the floor until it bumps into the display box, leaving a trail of red liquid behind. The headless torso then spams as it gushes out a waterfall of blood from the top until it finally falls forwards and lands on the floor with a rough thud. Y/N and Sam both step away so the puddle that is created doesn't get on their shoes. 

Yeah, he's pretty dead.

The two then walk away from his corpse, both stripping out of their costumes or raincoats side by side with each other, tossing them away since they don't need them anymore. That display was pretty messy, given that they have absolutely no fucks to give, the next writer can make a book revealing how brutal they went as much as they want, they don't care.

With Tara having gone to call the police, assuming Wayne didn't request backup when he and Kirby raced over here, now's a good time as ever to take five. They sit next to each other on the final step of the stage, looking down at where Kirby was originally out cold. Turns out she really was kicking, even though Y/N made that part up the first time.

There's a peaceful silence in the air, but sadly, Y/N feels like he has to break so he can say something he feels is important. "I'm.... I'm sorry about some of the stuff I said earlier." He expresses his apologizes to Samantha, who looks over at him with a raised brow. "I didn't mean any of it, I was just.... worried that I was failing as a member of the family." 

"I know." Sam replies with a smile that's grateful he apologizes, taking his hands and curling their fingers together. "I'm sorry too, for overreacting, and not acting when I saw just how reckless you were becoming." She repeats the gesture, looking down at their hands with a spec of guilt in her eyes. "I've been very self-absorbed lately. I've been so obsessed in wanting to be involved in Tara's life, without expressing just how grateful I am of the one I currently have." She acknowledges as she then uses her other hand to touch Y/N's cheek and make him look into her eyes. "I promise to show you just how glad I am to have you."

"And I promise that I won't go on anymore suicide missions." Y/N states with a nod, putting his free hand on her thigh and squeezing it lovingly. "I can't love you while buried in a casket." He quips with a guilty chuckle, followed by Sam. 

"Truer words have never been spoken." 

The two then stop talking after that, just sticking to staring at each other. And this time, when they almost instantly close the distance to kiss, there's no final jumpscare to interrupt them. Y/N can hear Sam moan as she quickly scoots over to sit on his lap, grinding against it before the two fall onto the floor of the stage. 

The adrenaline of what has happened has influence them to eat each other's faces like animals, Sam pins him to the floor as she inserts his tongue into his mouth with a hungry growl. She grabs into his thigh, he puts a hand on her ass, and then-

*CLICK*

The two snap out of it as they hear the clicking sound effect belonging to a cell phone. Sam frantically gets off of Y/N as they both turn to see Tara with her phone out and a massive grin on her face. "Oh, yeah, there's the money shot." The girl quips in a mischievous tone. "I am so showing everyone at Blackmore."

"Tara, no!" Sam panics as she quickly gets up and pleadingly runs towards her sister who sprints away, giggling like a naughty kid. "Tara, delete that! Right now!" 

"Make me!" 

"I mean it! Get back here right now!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yes-huh!"

Y/N sits up, watching Sam chase her younger sister like a cat and mouse with an amused scoff, shaking his head. "Welp, I'm in trouble..." He silently remarks to himself with a smirk, knowing that this is not what he expected five minutes after decapitating a man. 

This life's a real Scream sometimes....

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