*The first part is a ctrl c + v because I felt lazy, and didn't plan on changing much, so if the wording is familiar to Worship What You Love, that's because it is.

I think this will only happen a few times, since this will be a second half of a story in which events played much differently than in Canon Scream 5, and I'll obviously have to write this much different than when I did it from the killer's perspective, so unless the scene's the exact same as they fanfic with absolutely no changes, I'll probably have to re-write most of this.

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New York: Somewhere on Hudson Street

Have you ever had that awkward and maybe embarrassing feeling of going to a date with a guy online, only for said date to not have arrived at the agreed time? Well, that's what Laura Crane was feeling as she sits in front of a bar on Hudson Street. She even mistakes one person that comes up as the guy at first, only turn towards another direction. So, we're now on embarrassingly level of awkwardness.

Her phone then buzzes, and Laura checks to see that it's none other than the man himself. So thankfully, she hasn't been showed up yet.... she thinks anyway.

Reggie: Hi!

Reggie: This is embarrassing....

Reggie: I'm lost.

Laura amusingly chuckles to herself, sending a few laughing emojis his way as a reply. She drinks up her second shot as she sees Reggie about to send another text her way. This is going to be good.

Reggie: Can I call?

Laura mumbles and styles her hair a bit as she considers it before eventually sending him a thumbs up emoji. "Another shot?" The bartender asks and Laura mouths a 'sure' as she diverts her eyes back to her phone. A couple seconds later her phone rings, causing her to hum before answering it as the face of a very handsome gentlemen appears on the ID screen.

"HI, hey Reggie..."

"Laura, hi." A nervous but slightly attractive voice greets back as he embarrassingly chuckles. "So nice to phone-meet you in this incredibly embarrassing way." He notes with a very sheepish tone of voice.

"Oh.... yeah, you know... no-no problem, it's fine." Laura stutteringly replies, which may mean that he's already lost a few points by having her feel a little embarrassed for ten minutes straight... well, okay, it probably started at six.

"Uh.... but this is what I get for picking a trendy place with no sign out front, huh?" Reggie humorously comments as a way to easy the awkwardness, causing Laura to admittedly chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, why do they do that here?" Laura wonders out-loud as she bitterly glances outside as if cursing the entrance for not having the restaurant's own name on the front. It has the money for all those lights after all.

"I don't know, I've only been in this city for a couple of months...." Reggie then admits, which lets Laura perk up a bit.

"Me too, no way!"

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah. Well... it's a very cool restaurant." Laura comments as she glances around, though she's only partly genuine about her opinion as she notices all the girls that have their dates with them. Especially the Jason guy standing right next to her.

"Is it on Hudson?" Reggie asks her as if he needs to make sure.

"Yes." Laura confirms with a nod, starting to wonder how Reggie forgot the directions for the place he literally proposed.

"Am I on Hudson?"

"I don't know..." Laura offhandedly replies as Reggie seemingly looks around, realizing just how lost he really is.

"I am not on Hudson... shit." Reggie embarrassingly realizes as Laura awkwardly chuckles. "Uh, I am now walking towards Hudson." He informs her. "I am so, so sorry. This is not the first impression I was trying to make on a collage professor..."

"Oh, pfft, associate Professor, and it's just Film Studies, so... you're safe." Laura modestly corrects him, trying to make it sound like not that big of a deal.

"Oh... Film Studies? That's..." Reggie oddly chuckles a bit. "...Cool." He says, though it's hard to tell if he really means that, or the hesitance in his voice means that he had no idea that associate Professor and Film Studies was even a thing.

"You say that, but try teaching a class on 20th-century-slashers to a heap of hungover nineteen-year-olds." Laura mutters, her memories of the random debates that follows comes into mind. Not that she hates them, it's just.... sometimes, they argue stuff that doesn't make any sense.

"Slashers, huh? 'What's your favorite scary movie?' " Reggie then reacts by imitating Ghostface, earning himself a genuine chuckle.

"Um... not that one." Laura replies with a slight laugh of her own, which actually packs a 'ha' in the noise.

"So, why slashers?" Reggie then queries, seemingly having found an actually topic of conversation and he is definitely thankful for it.

"Um, well, I just, you know, I think it's interesting. You can really examine the culture of the moment by looking at the tropes of the time like, um, the masked killer, the final girl, the different rules. Don't split up, don't have... sex." Laura hesitantly brings up the last word, causing them both to share a chuckle.

"Um... don't answer the phone." Reggie finishes, fully understanding where she's coming from.

"Exactly, exactly, it's all very cliché. But out of those cliches comes opportunity for outsider art. A voice for the voiceless, you might say." Laura states, though she can't but feel like the way she's presenting it sounds weird in her own voice. "Geez..." She whispers to herself.

"Yeah, I'm more of a rom-com guy, to be honest." Reggie comments with another chuckle, before finally moving along to the main focus. "Okay, I think I'm on Hudson.... Um, what color is the outside of the restaurant?" He then asks, apparently still having no idea where he's going or what he's looking for.

"I-I think it's red."

"I don't see anything red...." Reggie shares with her in a very sheepish voice, no doubt feeling like a complete idiot right now.

"I, um, I could be wrong. Let me just, um...." She stands up from her seat and grabs her purse. "Let me go have a little look-see..." She offers as she makes her way outside, leaving the shot hanging on the bar.

"Oh, okay, thank you." Reggie gratefully says as Laura steps outside. She then quickly turns her head back around and sees her description is accurate. It has the simple fancy aesthetic with the glowing red lights shining over it.

"Alright, um... yup, it's definitely red." Laura confirms, pointing at the darn thing with her purse. There's no way the guy can't see it as it practically stands out from the rest of the buildings near it.

"Yeah, I'm not seeing anything red here...." Reggie still claims, muttering a hint of confusion. "Um... ah crap, I'm still a block over.... Oh! It looks like there's an alley I can cut through." He points out. "Is the restaurant near an alley?"

"Um....." Laura scans the many nearby buildings before finding something exactly like that. "Yes! Yes, there is an alley."

"Oh, perfect. I'm coming down the alley." Reggie lets her know. Laura then walks down the side, then across the street, getting a better view on the linier path. Hopefully, she'll now be able to finally meet this guy in person. However, as she watches, she doesn't spot a soul in sight.

"I don't see you..." Laura tells him as she tilts her head and squints to see if she's just half-blind. Nope, still don't see anyone.

"Wait, really? Are you sure?" He asks confused as Laura then starts walking across the street, avoiding the couple of cars as she gets an even closer view of the alley. "What-uh, um, there's some dumpsters about halfway down." Reggie notes, double-checking for the right alley. Upon getting right in front of it, Laura notices the details she was talking about, but still no guy.

"I see them, but I don't see you." Laura tells him, now a little weirded out by the situation.

"Yeah, I don't see you either." Reggie also says, his tone lowering a bit as he's now starting to get a little scared. "This is creepy, right?"

"Um, a little bit."

"Twenty-century slashers, huh?" Reggie shakingly quips as he seems more lost than a Predator Alien in a room full of ice.

"Yeah, are you sure you're walking towards Hudson?" Laura questions, wondering if he's now got the wrong alley or direction.

"I'm sure.... oh, wait, I think I can see you! Can you wave?" Reggie requests, and a very relived Laura Crane now starts waving in front of the alley, hoping it isn't ghosts that can only see her.

"Can you see me?" She asks with a hopeful smile, however, what Reggie says next starts making things even weirder.

"Uh, the person I'm looking at isn't waving, they're just.... staring at me..." Reggie tells her, causing her to slowly drop her arm with a weird expression.

"Are you sure?"

"Okay, this is weird..." Reggie comments in a very quavering voice. "Um... now they're moving towards me."

"Are you okay?"

"Oh shit, he's following me." Reggie says in a now very panicking voice as Laura now starts quickly stepping inside the alleyway.

"I-I don't see anybody..."

"Holy shit! He's after me!" Reggie then starts screaming with fear in his tone, prompting Laura to then pick up the pace.

"Wha- Where are you?"

"He's got a knife!"

"What?!"

"He's got a knife! And that's not the worst part!" Reggie exclaims before a sudden clicking sound emits from the other end, followed by something powering up. "The worst part is.... You teach a class about slashers, and you still walked into a dark alley.... alone."

Laura then completely freezes as she hears the Stab villain's voice suddenly speaking to her from the other end of the phone, her expression dropping. "Okay, that's not funny..." She unamusingly tells him with a fearful voice, pausing when she then sees the hint of a figure looming in the shadows on the little area next to her.

The person on the phone then starts chuckling. "No.... it's not." He agrees with a very unhinged voice, breathing heavily. The silence that follows after is almost screaming to be cut with a blade as the figure in the shadows looks..... and looks.... and looks.

Until a sudden passerby screaming causes her to jump as she turns to her left to see a group of kids laughing with each other. Laura lets out a massive exhale, but the breathing doesn't get any steadier.... as Ghostface charges from the shadows and stabs her in the chest, emitting a loud scream. Right as he pulls the knife out, Laura reacts by instinct and franticly swings her purse as him, whacking him across the mask.

When he shoots back a little, Laura follows it up with a kick to the nether regions, causing Ghostface to grunt as he holds it with both hands before slinking to the floor. Glancing around in a panic, Laura spots the emergency exit ladders behind her and jumps up so she can grab the bars, forcing her legs to move high enough so their moving against them as well. As her attack then gets himself up despite the pain, Laura climbs up till she manages to get onto the railing, prompting Ghostface to follow so he can give pursuit.

Laura then starts quickly jogging up the steps as Ghostface climbs the ladder and follows, he eventually gets close enough to start grabbing at her yellow dress, but she kicks him away with her high-heals. Although managing to take about six of them, one kick against his face causes him to slightly fall down the row of steps, giving Laura enough time to run up to the rooftop.

When Ghostface gets up there a few seconds later, Laura has seemingly vanished, however, the doorway to the inside of the random building he now sees is a lobby to a small apartment complex as well as the laundry being hung up for drying indicates that she's most likely now hiding from him.

Behind one of the ACs, Laura is shaking under her breath, glancing down at her stab wound with a very pained wince. The footsteps cackling against the stone floor makes her tense up each time they get a little closer, as the killer lurches around, starting with the hanging laundry for his search.

Laura's scared, feeling like her face could almost sweat despite it being a cold night. Feeling herself shake, she takes a deep breath... and another.... and another..... until a gloved hand pulls her by the hair and out of her hiding place. She screams as Ghostface stabs her again, getting a little bit of bone at the tip while he drives it in.

Her screams could almost echo across the block, but the kids laughing and hooting, and the Halloween atmosphere prompts no one to investigate the chaos as Ghostface raises his knife again and stabs her in the stomach twice. Laura almost starts repulsing as the killer drags over to another part of the rooftop where a glass shows an overview of the inside lobby.

She screams as if begging for her life, but the Ghostface continues with more stabs before grabbing a lose cable belonging to the roof and wrapping it around her now twitching body. He then gets in the chest a couple more times, eventually getting her in the hear as it then slowly stops beating as blood leaves its system. "Now I see something red...." Ghostface growls before aggressively bringing his foot down and shattering the glass, causing it all fall down at crack on the floor. The few people inside eventually notice and start desperately fleeing to avoid the shards as the cable's wrap around Laura as she falls, allowing it to perfectly hang her by the neck. 

Ghostface can hear the screams of the people below, a tasting fruit of his labor. He wipes the blood off his blade with his hand, before quickly fleeing the scene.

Once he finds himself back in the alleyway, Jason Carvey takes off his mask and costume and carefully walks over to a closed dumpster where he hid his backpack and phone.

Man, that was a lot of fun.

He then casually leaves and walks down the sidewalk as if he hadn't just committed murder in front of he heard to be at least seven other people. He doesn't have a costume in comparison to most of the people he passes by, but he's planning to put his.... alternative one once he gets back home. He doesn't want to make it too obvious that he enjoys Stab.

During the walk back home, which is about forty-five to an hour and fifteen minutes away, he passes by someone he recognizes in spite of her Halloween do-over. "Hey, Tara!" He calls out to her, causing the girl to turn around and recognize his face too.

"Jason!" Tara greets back, walking over to him with a hint of a smile. "Are you and Greg coming to the OKB party?" She curiously asks as she points her thumb in the direction she was walking towards.

"Once he gets his Spanish homework done, yes, we will." Jason confirms with a slightly sarcastic tone, knowing that it's always up to him to get his best friend and roomie back in line. A question then comes to mind. "Is your friend, Y/N, coming?"

"Assuming he isn't doing laundry again, I did invite him, but I don't think he and collage kids get along." Tara answers with a tiny shrug, to which Jason hums with a nod. The guy works days, but that hasn't stopped something from preventing him to show up during a night gathering/event with the rest of the gang.

"Sam neither?"

"Nope, Sam wouldn't be caught dead at frat party." Tara states with a tiny grin to which Jason shrugs, thinking that it wouldn't hurt asking.

"First time for everything." Jason remarks, mentally laughing at the secret dark humor of his joke. Tara laughs too, but for an entirety different reason, hiding her emotions of a strained relationship.

"Not tonight though." She simply says as she walks away with the other girls that are with her.

"Couldn't convince them?"

"It's not my problem, it's yours!"

Jason rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "Save me a drink, alright?"

"Alright, see ya..."

The two walk in opposite directions, leaving Jason to smirk darkly as he keeps going a worry in his mind that Tara will be suspicious of him. He's made himself her other best friend in AVP, and without needing to share a space with any of the other people she knows.

Everything's set up perfectly for him and Greg.
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New York: Hotel

"Honey! I'm home!" Jason jokingly announces himself as he walks inside his apartment. He expects his pal to be here so they can get this project finished, however, nobody responds back to him. "Greg? Greg?" He calls out again, still no response. He can hear a horror movie playing in the living room, so where the heck is he?

Walking down the hallway, he stops at a closet holding a dark secret inside. He slowly opens it up, causing it to let out a dragging creak, and takes out his mask on a little mannequin head. It is now stained with the blood of Laura after he went ham on her on that roof. There are two more other makes, as well as some Stab posters and memorials that hold special memories behind them, some twisted, all of it good.

Once that's done, he steps into the kitchen and washes his hands, using soap and a sponge as well so he can make sure he gets rid of any trace of Laura's DNA on his skin. After drying them with a towel, he then hears the sound of his phone ringing. He looks over and sees that it's Greg's contact, causing him to mentally shudder as he knows he has to answer it.

"Look, I sorry, okay? I..... I just had massive blue balls and I had to practice." Jason instantly begins defending himself, knowing that this was about the note he left earlier tonight to inform Greg about his 'date plans' he had. "Please don't be mad. How mad are you?" He asks, wincing since Greg is the more calmer and more careful out of the two.

"Oh.... I'm not mad, Jason." The voice of a menacing figure emits from the other line instead of Greg's, causing him to drop his expression and turn it into disappointment.

"Dude, we said we wouldn't use the voice thing in each other."

"We said a lot of things." Ghostface remarks blankly, a cryptic way of talking that has Jason double checking the screen to see if he's talking to the right person.

"This is Greg, right?" Jason checks with a raised brow, causing the Ghostface to let out this weird and unhinged cackle that makes him slightly uncomfortable.

"Who else would it be?"

Jason rolls his eyes at his friend's mannerisms before ambling around the apartment. "Where are you? I wanna tell you about it." He asks as he walks over to a console table and pours him a shot of Vodka, since he didn't get to have that drink at the bar previously. Speaking of drinks..... "Oh! By the way, we should go to that frat party, Tara and that cop dude might be going."

"What was it like?"

"Not over the phone, man. And seriously, turn off the fucking voice modulator." Jason shoots him down, finding the device to be very impersonal for something that should be shared between the two of them alone.

"I'm just trying to get the voice right." Greg claims in a seemingly innocent tone. "You got to have your practice, I get mine."

"Whatever..."

"Just.... tell me what it felt like." Ghostface requests again as Jason drinks the shot. It burns like hell, but it's good. Plus, he might need the buzz for the party if they end up going. "Then, maybe I'll come out."

"Dude, I know you're not here." Jason calls him out with an eye roll as he walks over to take a seat in front of the movie that's currently playing Friday the 13th Part 8. Yes, the one that has a killer named Jason in it, look, he didn't pick the movie, all right?

"Humor me." Ghostface insists, really wanting to know. Jason is still reluctant at first, but hearing the way he encourages him and the excitement from thinking about the moment wins him over.

"Alright, fine...." Jason gives in, pouring another shot down and getting comfortable in his chair before going back to thirty minutes ago. "It was even better than we ever could've imagined." He tells him with a sanguine smile on his face. "I mean, when the knife when I'm here, it's like.... she wasn't human anymore, she was just an animal. And every time it went it, she became less and less human. She was just..... Meat."

"But she wasn't 'just meat' Jason." Ghostface points out, apparently wanting to take the time to criticize his methods. "She was a person. Our film professor."

"Yeah? Well, fuck her." Jason dismissively replies with an eye roll, grabbing his glass and drinking down the second shot. Ghostface chuckles at his vulgar language surrounding Laura. "She gave me a C-Minus on my Giallo paper."

"Is that why you killed her? Because of a C-Minus?" Ghostface questions, causing Jason to roll his eyes again with a groan. "Who's next, your grade school vice principal?"

"You know who's next." Jason calls him out, leaning forward as he's now feeling weirder about the guy he's talking to. "Why are you being like this?"

"Come on, Jason.... how long have we known each other?" Ghostface asks him teasingly, which only makes the guy more suspicious. What the heck is the purpose of that question? If not to learn something that he doesn't already know?

"You tell me." Jason replies with a very Ghostface-like trick as he slowly stands up, taking another look of his surroundings. He doesn't see anyone, but something in his gut is telling him that there's a shadow in the background laughing at him. He waits for an answer, but the person on the other end is taking an interestingly long time to respond. 

.....

......

....

"Eight years. We met in junior high, in Atlanta." Ghostface finally tells him, allowing Jason to drop his shoulders with a sigh of relief. He had him thinking that he was some kind of stranger or cop trying to get him to confess to something. "I just want you to tell me why you think you're doing this, in your own words."

"That's right, by killing Sam, Y/N, and Tara."

"Why are you fucking with me?" Jason asks Greg with a shake of his head, starting to get a little frustrated at this 'game' that he's apparently trying to play with him. "Why won't you tell me where you are?" 

"Why do you keep asking me that?" Ghostface questions as if calling him deaf or something. "I already told you.... I'm here." He tells Jason, who blinks in uncertainty, still doubting it a little bit. "Let's play a game." 

"Shit..." Jason grumbles with a tired sigh, having assumed he was done with this crap when he went through the doors to try and chill some. 

"Do you know, Warmer, Colder?" Ghostface queries as Jason notices that the camera in the corner is blinking red, giving him the hint that someone is looking through them. "Come on, find me, and then we'll go and cut up the Carpenter Sisters and their bubble-butt boyfriend Y/N L/N." 

"Are you using the fucking cameras?"

"Yeah, the cameras." Ghostface confirms with a slightly dry voice, not seeing that as anything important. Jason looks into it and promptly flips it off, sharing his thoughts on this whole damn 'game'. "And at the moment you're very, very cold."

"All right, douchebag, let's play." Jason accepts the challenge, if only so he can get Greg to stop screwing around. He paces around until he eyes the hallway and investigates it. He spots the opened door to one of their bedrooms and slowly steps inside. He waits for a confirmation.

"Cold." Ghostface says, and Jason rolls his eyes before going back into the living room area. "Heating up..." He says as he walks closer towards the front door, before turning to the kitchen. "Warmer..." He continues, causing Jason to stop as he reaches the slide doors to the laundry. 

He then turns and steps closer towards it. Wanting to take him by surprise, Jason slowly puts his hands on the handles..... 

Before swinging them open and finding nothing inside. Jason pulls on the light, but there's no one in here. "All right, you know what? This is stupid." He mutters as he turns the laundry light back up with an annoyed shake of his head. "I'm gonna hang up now."

"But you're getting warmer." Ghostface tells him, which successfully makes Jason stop. He's in the middle of the kitchen, how the hell is he warmer? What kind of hiding place can he find in here? He takes a step forward. "Colder." Ghostface says, okay, so Jason then takes a step backwards. "Warmer."

Jason turns around and eyes the fridge and pantry in front of him. That.... doesn't make any sense, though. 

He takes a step closer....

"Warmer...."

He takes another step...

"Warmer..."

Then puts his hand on the fridge door.

"You're on fire!" 

And then he opens it..... finding Greg's dismembered body. 

"Oh, fuck!" Jason exclaims in horror, before feeling an extreme and agonizing pain entering his upper back. He lets out a loud scream as he's forced against the fridge. He shakingly turns around to find someone in a Ghostface costume standing there with a bloody knife in his hand, coated with his blood. However, this mask is a lot more different than the one he was wearing. This one is more.... cracked, and grey, and dusty, as if it was from over thirty years ago.

The Ghostface menacingly steps up to him and shoves against the bridge by the shirt. "Do you feel like an animal, Jason?" He asks before stabbing him up a bunch of times in the gut, causing Jason to scream every time the blades enters his digestive system. "Like MEAT?!"

"Please! Stop!" Jason begs in misery as Ghostface responds by stabbing him a couple more times, to the point that his guts are now visible from the killer's perspective. The ex-Ghostface then slides down the edge of the fridge, symbolically laying right next to his dead partner. "But.... we have to... finish the movie..." He mummers with blood in his mouth.

Ghostface grips his knife tight as he raises it up above his head....

"Who gives a fuck about movies?!"

Jason then screams one last time before turning into a crimson spray can. 

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(A/N) Hello there.

Hope you enjoyed this little prologue. I know it's not much different than the original, so I assume by the time you're seeing this, S2 Chapter 1 is also published on here. I know I wasn't the best when it comes to sequels in comparison to last time, but I hope to make it up to everyone with this and then an update that at some point.

Was originally going to have the Lakewood Slasher be the one that kills Jason, but part of me was worried that I would be giving off the wrong message by having a 'good guy' kill for the 'right reasons'. So, I changed it back to the OG death.

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