With Tatum's permission, Sidney and Y/N sit in the center of Woodsboro's park. Y/N brought a few beers for the both of them, but Sidney politely declined. The two don't say anything at first, just take the moment to examine the empty town around them.

"Crazy times." Y/N chuckles as he ships his drink. "Never did I think a small town could get even more quieter. "

Sidney just nods, the reason behind that silence makes her uneasy, but this moment of being out in broad daylight helps her a little bit.

Then she takes a big breath. "How did it happen?" Sidney painfully asks, feeling bad as soon as it leaves her mouth. Y/N doesn't show a visible emotion, clearly having mentally prepared himself for this.

"Suicide." Y/N answers with a low voice. "She and dad had a.... falling out. Whatever happened, it pushed her in some way that...." He sighs. "She just left the world, just like that." He then takes another sip of beer.

He stops for a minute. The wind makes the only sound, as it slightly picks up, the town is listening. "I..... was the one who found her." Y/N continues. "Dad was away at the moment, so.... me and my sister were the ones that called 911."

"Then, of course as you know, Daddy-o goes missing a few years after that, then add the three years of realizing someone probably made him 'disappear' and here we are." He then tips off, gesturing towards the quiet town with his beer.

"Oh my gosh.... I'm so sorry." Sidney whispers with empathy, the resemblance of her situation us painfully clear.  Y/N nods, knowing she's going through a familiar pain. "What about your sister?"

"Had to split up. She was at least ten years older than me, so she had to eventually get a job, college, ect." Y/N explains, the topic a little less painful. "Besides, I was living with my aunt and uncle at this point, so she didn't need to worry too much about me. I could take of myself." He boasts. 

"Have you seen her again?" Sidney inquires, noticing that Y/N seems to be feeling a little better answering her questions.

"A few times, she's hung around Woodsboro when the opportunity presents itself." Y/N shrugs, although he doesn't make it sound good. "Sadly, It's just part of her job. I don't even think she recognizes me anymore..." 

Sidney feels the pain coming out of that sentence. Y/N doesn't say anything else after that, just drinks. "Shit, that's.... that's a story, I'm afraid of thinking how it could worse."

"It did just get worse." Y/N remarks, once again gesturing towards the town. "Somone who knows what I'm going through.... and the killer's going after her." He sighs solemnly. "Fucked. Up. World." 

Sidney bitterly laughs, that's one way to put it. Y/N chuckles too. "You should smile more often." He then comments. "It's good for the soul, especially since there's gonna be a climax soon."

"Good advice." Sidney nods agreeingly. It does, indeed, feel good to smile. 

"Well, as much as I love talking about my depressing past, I still got some shopping to do." Y/N states, standing straight. "Thanks, by the way, I needed that." 

Sidney nods, the two finds themselves giving a brief hug, able to connect to something. After eventually letting go, Y/N takes the beers he brought before walking off. "See you at the party!" She shouts behind him, raising his beer as a salute.

She nods and gives her goodbye as well, looking at the empty town one last time.

Fucked up world, indeed.

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While Sidney and Tatum do their grocery shopping, (and getting himself an ice-cream), Dewey quickly reports back to the Sherrif. As much as he's worried about Tatum and Sidney, he's still got a job to do after all.

"Dewey, where the hell've you been?" Burke questions with a tone that indicates he's been waiting impatiently for him.

"I-I was keeping an eye on Sidney." Dewey testifies, and that's when Burke also notices the ice-cream in his hand, causing him to raise a brow his deputy. "Uh, I thought you quit." He then comments when he notices the cigarette in the Sherrif's hand.

"I did... but, dammit." Burke admits guilty. Then he grips the deputy's shoulder. "Dewey, Vital Phone just faxed us, those calls are listed to Neil Prescott, Sidney's father. He made the calls with a cellular phone, it's been confirmed."  He tells him, somewhat glad that they got a clear suspect.

So it could be how Dewey suspected, but if it's true, It could break Sidney's heart even more. "There's no way his cellular could've been cloned?" Dewey asks, double-checking. 

"There's more." Burke adds on. "Guess what tomorrow is, the anniversary of his wife's death." He reveals. Dewey nods, that's definitely enough to go on, as much as he wishes it wasn't.  

"We'll the roads blocked and the curfew in effect through the night, if he's not picked up my morning, then we'll do a house to house." Burke relays the plan to Dewey, who nods again. "Where's Sidney?"

"She's with my sister." Deweys answers. "Want me to bring her in?"

"No, not just yet." Burke shakes his head. "Let's... find Neil first, make sure he's our man." With that done, he drops the cigarette and squishes it beneath his boot before heading into the police station. 

Dewey mentally sighs. Part of him really hopes that Neil Prescott isn't the one, but he's gone practically missing the past two days, it justifiably suspicious. 

"Hey, Dewey." The deputy hears Burke's voice call him. "You stay close to Sidney, don't let her out of your sight." 

"Yes sir." Dewey nods. He puts his shades, (accidently poking himself in the eye), as he heads back to his routes.

No one is going to die on his watch!

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"Yes, Stu, I brought the beer." Y/N assures his partner on the other end of the phone. "Like I said for the sixth time already." 

"Just checking, some of the guys have showed up early, and I'm afraid they're gonna start eating each other, man." Stu anxiously mutters. Y/N shakes his head with a chuckle as he makes sure his front door is locked.

"Just relax, alright? I just have to take care of something." Y/N lets him know, glancing at nearby bag, who's contents are hard to see because of the dark color. 

"Ah right, that." Stu cringes, the thought makes him queasy. "Bro, why are you always taking something off their corpses?" 

Y/N sighs "I won't be long alright?" he promises before hanging up the phone and setting it back down. He then lets his fake, chill mood drop as he takes the bag in his other hand and heads to the basement door. 

Since his aunt and uncle are dead asleep, he doesn't to worry about noise as he searches through his pocket, where he fetches the key and unlocks the door. He opens it as it lets out a loud creak, echoed throughout the basement. 

He makes sure his gloves are on before making his way down the stairs. He examines where he's going to put his new trophies, the wooden shelfs are old, and have collected a little dust, but Y/N made sure they weren't always dirty, cleaning them up every other day. 

Stepping in front of them, he opens his bag and begins laying them out. He starts with the lock of Jennifer's hair, sitting it next to Casey's tongue which was cut off. Next, he hangs Himbry's tie, stained with blood, on a little hook next to the shelves.

Then he takes two new additions he recently added to the collection. First is some hair that belonged to an elderly lady that Y/N scalped off from the skin, which goes on the other side of Casey's body part. And finally, he takes out the decapitated head an elderly man, the lady's husband, and sets it next to Steve's liver, which has been kept in a Ziploc bag.

With that done, Y/N then drops the bag in a nearby trash bin, and then takes the moment to admire his work. It's some impressive work he's done so far, and he knows that after tonight, everyone's gonna know the person behind the mask, including the sequels to come. 

Y/N smirks, knowing that Roman Bridger is going to like his first movie. He wonders if Roman is secretly preparing some popcorn, waiting for the news reports about how the coming 'end' of the Woodsboro massacre. 

Well then, we end Act two.

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The deputy's police van rolls up to the Macher's house. Unkown to them, the Weathers news van drives behind them, where we see another horrible crime take place, the littering of a chip bag.

The vehicle then pulls over right on the other side of the street where the party takes place. "Alright, you girls have fun." He advices as they step out of the car. "Not too much fun, or I'll bust ya." He then adds on, causing his sister to roll her eyes. "Bye Sid."

The girls jog inside, bags filled with food in hand. Y/N L/N then pulls up just after with a newly acquired car, immediately grabbing a couple bags and carrying them inside.

Inside, Tatum announces the arrival of the food, and the teens all cheer for their very important party supply, one of those being Randy Meeks. They walk in the kitchen to see one of the teens drinking through a funnel, with the help of Stu. "That's mature." Tatum sarcastically remarks. 

"Where you guys been? We had to start the party without you." Stu questions as the teen chugs the entire thing. "My man!" They celebratory clap.

"Even without these!?" Y/N shouts from the living room. Everyone cheers again for the new addition of beer as he starts putting as many as he can in the fridge. 

"Yeah, man. I told you guys he won't skimp out on it!" Stu proudly cheers as he examines the brand and amount that Y/N brought. This is plenty, more than plenty.

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Meanwhile, the van eventually parks on the road, opposite side of the Macher house, down a few feet from the front yard. Gale slowly steps out of the driver seat while Kenny opens the side door and nervously looks around. "You think we've been spotted?" Kenny asks anxiously.

"I don't think so, get the camera." Gale instructs him. However, a nearby figure makes it way to the van, he walks right up to Gale and...

She screams at the sudden appearance, only to see that it's deputy Dewey, who quickly takes off his head to show off him features. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." 

"Deputy Dewey." Gale acknowledges, showing him that she remembers name. "It's okay." She assures, quickly forming a smile.

"What brings you to these parts?" Dewey interrogates, slightly protective considering that it's night tame and there's still a killer on the loose.

"Well, you just never know when a rare story will break." She jokingly excuses, Dewey raises a brow, noticing she purposefully didn't answer his question. 

"Well, there's not much a story here." Dewey comments, gesturing towards the nearby party going on. "Just a bunch of kids cutting it loose."

 "Then, what are you doing here?" Gale deflects. Dewey realizes she's got him there, touché miss kind of pretty reporter. 

"Just keeping an eye on things." Dewey answers, appealing to his job as a member of the law. "I'm gonna check the party out." 

"Do you mind if I join you?" Gale asks as he goes to leave. Dewey's slightly curious as to why she wants to go inside a house full of probably already influenced teens, but... dang it. 

"Not at all." Dewey nods with a smile.

"Just let me grab my coat." Gale quickly leans into her van where she grabs her coat as well as stealthily taking the cam recorder that Kenny hands to her. She back to the deputy who seems a little nervous. "You alright?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine." Dewey nods, grinning a little too much. Then he snaps out of it. "Oh, yeah!" As they make their way to the party, Gale thinks about how surprisingly easy it was to flirt with the deputy.

It... makes her feel a little bad. 

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Y/N raises his beer as a salute, the other teens follow as he gives a playful toast. He doesn't need to stop himself from excitedly grinning at the type of party they're all gonna have.

Now begins act three....

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