(A/N) So, to make for the last slightly short chapters recently, we're going through everything that's next up until the final chase scene. 

*Gory Descriptions 

Macher house:

The party's in full swing. Every teen has a cup filled with beer, couples pull their respective spouses away to a more private place, while Randy and Y/N both prepare tonight's horror movies.  

"How many 'Evil Dead'?" Randy raises the DVD case up in the air, and the teens vote with cheers.

"How many 'Hellraiser'?" Y/N gestures to next, and the cheers get louder. Y/N and Randy smile in victory as he puts it in on the 'watching' stack. 

"Got my 'Hellraiser' right here." Stu giggling, points to Tatum's chest as the two play pocky.  Now that's something Y/N raises his cup to. 

" 'The Fog', 'Terror Train', 'Prom Night'. How come Jaime lee Curtis is in all of these movies?" Sidney queries, impressed by the resume.

"She's the.... 'Scream Queen'." Randy exaggerates, in dreamy voice. Clear who's he's the biggest fan of. 

" 'Kenny!' " Y/N mocks, laughing.

"I mean, with a set of lungs like that, she should be." Stu comments in a risqué tone as he, Randy, and Y/N all grin like teenage boys. Tatum and Sidney are less than impressed.

"Yeah..."

"Tits, see?" Tatum remarks to Sidney and shakes her head, disappointedly aware.  

Then, there's the doorbell ringing, announcing a new guest to the party. "Oh, I'll get it." Stu says as he hops over the couch... then falls flat on his ass. 

Y/N sighs as he checks the time, then he steps next to the clumsy goof as he uncaringly stands himself back up. "Hey, should I stock the shelves real quick?" Y/N asks, secretly giving him a phrase Billy gave them both.

Stu nods, catching it. "Yeah, that would great buddy." He quickly answers, as he leans next to her girlfriend's ear. "Hey Tate, grab me another beer, would ya?" 

Tatum gives a look as he heads to the door. "What am I the beer wench?" She snarks but gets herself up anyway, Y/N waits to follow her.

"-And she was nominated for this." Randy boasts to Sid about Jamie, they're eyes still on the movies. "Like, actually nominated for 'Terror Train.' "

Stu runs back into the living room, very excited. "You guys are not gonna believe who's here." He loudly announces. "It's that chick from 'Top Story'!" 

"Gale Weathers!" Randy identifies. The name makes Y/N stop in his tracks, turning to see the mentioned reporter and Deputy Dewey walk in as the girls stare in awe and the men almost drool at the sight of Weathers, including Stu.

"You're underage son." Dewey says as he swipes a bottle from one of the teen's hands, but then laughs it off. "I'm kidding. Have a good time." He hands it back with a friendly smile, the awkwardness of that painful joke makes almost everyone face palm.

"Dewey." Tatum calls out, she gestures over with a smile, but her friends can tell it hides an immense frustration. Dewey walks over, unaware. "What is she doing here?"

"She's with me." Dewey tells her with a gleeful expression. Y/N swears he sees his sixteen-year-old self in a mirror right now. "I'm just checking things out."

Sidney, now uncomfortable, quickly starts walking the opposite direction of where she's headed the memory of earlier's conversation making her feel upset. She and Gale give each other a look as they walk one-another.  

Dewey notices, now feeling a little guilty, he quickly steps over. "Hey..." He awkwardly says.

"Hey."

"I'm gonna get a camera." Randy tells the two as he jogs past, also very excited to meet the famous reporter. Dewey quickly tries to find something to talk about before Sidney beats him to it.

"Have you found my father?" Sidney questions. Alright, that's not much better. Dewey sadly shakes his head, knowing he has to keep what Burke told him quiet.

"N-No, afraid not." He stutters, mentally slapping himself in the face. Meanwhile, Gale slides the recorder into a shelf right below the TV, not needing to turn it on. 

"Should I be worried?" Sidney queries, that choice of words makes Dewey queasy. The poor girl's completely unaware that her father's a murder suspect.

On the other side of the room, whilst everyone is giving compliments to Gale, she fails to catch the black, hate-filled glare that Y/N gives before noticing Tatum's walking to the garage.

In plain sight, He waits for the door to open and close before standing himself next to it, secretly guarding for anyone nearby. He slowly closes it, and that's when he hears a sudden crash inside followed by a large meow. Stu has a cat in here? What's next, he's gonna forget to mention he has a sister? 

 Then he hears Tatum's voice as she knocks and calls out behind the door, thinking she's the butt of a joke. It dies down and Y/N waits for a couple seconds, checking the area again really quick.

"You're clear." He silently signals to Billy, who's in complete Ghostface costume. He nods and swiftly steps through the door.

Now here's where we get even more personal.... 

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Since the garage's lights are turned off, Tatum has to open, then close the garage door. Then lights then flash back on, the only source being a simple bulb.

She then nonchalantly opens the fridge, grabs a few beers, since Stu's no doubt expecting multiple. There's a loud creak as an unseen figure closes the door behind her. She's mostly distracted, not noticing the presence that looms behind her....

They accidently knock down a couple gardening tools and Tatum spins to see a frighted orange cat, sprinting past and through the doggy door, emitting a loud meow. 

"Tatum, It's okay..." She mumbles to herself assuringly, slightly embarrassed that she got afraid of a cat. Carrying at least half a dozen beers, Tatum uses her foot to close the fridge before finding the door closed and locked from the other side.  "Shit."

The garage light then expires, turning itself off once again. Remembering she left the door open, she loosens a free hand and knocks. "Hey, shit heads!" She shouts, but all she gets is silence. "Hello?"

She curses to herself again, only to then notice the garage door switch, duh! With a press, the garage door rises, and she walks... until the door abruptly stops. Tatum turns back to see someone in the 'Father Death' costume, or 'Ghostface' as the people in school now call it.  

"Is... Is that you, Randy?" Tatum questions. The stranger shakes their head, but the very slow way he does it screams 'horror fan.' "Cute, and what movie is this from? 'I spit on your garage'? " 

"Loose the outfit. If Sidney sees it, she'll flip." Tatum advises, trying to walk past. But the masked stranger stands in her way, shaking his head. "Oh, you wanna play psycho killer?" She asks, and the stranger eagerly nods. 

"Can I be the helpless victim?" Tatum mockingly requests, the stranger nods again. "Okay, let's see, 'No, please don't kill me mister Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.' " She mimics, but the stranger doesn't budge. 

"Cut it Casper, that's a wrap!" Tatum shoves, getting a little peeved, until the stranger then suddenly grips her wrist hard, reaching for something in his cloak with the other hand. This causes her to drop the beer bottles which smash as they hit the ground. "Randy, what are you doing!?"

The stranger then pulls out a hunting knife. He then calmly hovers it over the arm he's grabbed, before giving a slow, painful slice. "Arh, stop it..!" She growls. This... Isn't Randy. Tatum backs away, until her back hits the wall and legs hits a chair which she briefly slips onto. 

With a yell, the killer charges towards her. Tatum runs past the fridge, where she swiftly uses the freezer door, causing the killer to ram straight into it. The killer falls with a pained grunt. Tatum takes the opportunity to rush and open the door inside, but thanks to Y/N, it doesn't open for her.

With the killer then getting up for another run at her, Tatum acts fast with a couple still unbroken beer bottles which soon join their fallen brethren as she chucks them at the killer. It works as one hits their waist, another lands right in the face, messing with his mask. The killer blindly runs, and Tatum only has to duck as they flip right over her and their back hits the stairs. 

Tatum scans the room, the only way out of the garage now is the doggy door the cat used earlier. Fuck, this is stupid, but she can't stay in the same room with this maniac! 

She drops to all fours and attempts to crawl through the doggy door. She manages to get her chest through before the garage sightly shifts, causing her to be stuck in between. The killer, slightly confused, sees this and then glances at the button for it. 

This gives him a light bulb. He presses the button, and despite the new addition of weight, the garage door rises. Fear covers Tatum as she realizes what the killer is trying to do. Tatum, and the light connected to the doors begin to shake as they rise closer to the girl's head. 

She screams, trying to free herself, but her weight also makes her completely stuck, she can't do anything. And so, she eventually makes it to the top, where wood and doors crush her skull together, her windpipe is crushed, almost flat as a pancake. The doors are forced to stop thanks to the body preventing it from going any further, the lights pop, the pressure causing it to crack and shatter. 

Only one other person heard that commotion, and he unlocks the wooden door, allowing Billy to slip back into the party. 

As always, the female best friend adds themself to the body count.

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With curfew in affect, most of the teens make their way out with the party being almost over. "Happy curfew." Stu jokingly says goodbye to everyone as they head out the door.

"Tatum?" Sidney calls out, but it seems the woman has gone missing. Y/N and Randy now bicker about whether or not Halloween four was any good. "Tatum, come on!"

"Nobody here but us chickens!" A teenage girl yells from the second floor, another bawk bawks as if that was necessary.  

"You know where she is?" She asks Stu, who innocently shakes his head. 

"Nah, I haven't seen her." Stu shrugs, glancing around.

"She's most likely just hanging around somewhere." Y/N comments from the hallway, taking a sip from his beer bottle. 

Suddenly, someone screams, rushing to the door. Sidney and Stu jump, but it's just Billy messing with them. "Hi." He greets, before giving Stu a communicative look. His arrival draws the attention of Randy, which Y/N notices following his stare. 

"Oh, Billy, hey."

"Billy, hmm......" Stu pretends to act curious as he suggestively puts a finger to his chin. "What are you doing here?" 

"Was hoping I could talk to Sid, alone." Billy requests, hopingly looking to his girlfriend. 

"You know if Tatum sees you here, she'll draw blood." Sidney mentions. After all, the girl has made it clear her tone of Billy gets lower and lower. 

"I'll tell you what, why don't you guys go to my parent's room." Stu suggests, beckoning towards the stairs. "You know, you guys can talk or..... whatever." He smacks his fists together, sexually hinting. 

"Subtly Stu, you should look it up." Billy remarks, now that the guy has successfully made it awkward.

"No... it's okay, we do need to talk." Sidney hesitantly nods, offering her hand. Billy happily takes it and the two make their way upstairs after he elbows Stu in the ribs. Their followed by a few envious looks from other teens.

"Ow..." 

Randy and Y/N then walk up next to Stu, the former gives the boyfriend a small glare as they pass. "What's Leatherface doing here?" Randy prods.

"Cutie came to make up~" Stu giggles, saying as it if second grade dating all over again. Randy opens his mouth to make a remark, but Y/N just grabs his shoulder and shakes his head.

"Forget about it man, he knows how to stop being a greaser when he wants to." Y/N tells his buddy. Randy admittingly nods, a brooding expression on him.

"There goes my chance with Sid..." Randy gloomingly mutters, a little heart-broken. Y/N gives him a sympathetic tap on the back. "Dammit!"

"As if." Stu comments, the two turn to him, Randy looks half-offended. "It's all I'm saying, as if." 

"Oh really, Allisia?" Randy shoots back, Stu just humorously 'peaces out' as he heads back to the living room. "As if. I'm gonna go check on them." Randy struts himself, walking up the stairs.... 

"Randy." Y/N simply calls his name. Randy turns to see his best-friend giving him a look that pretty much makes him admit defeat. Instead, he sighs and just heads to the kitchen instead.

Yeah, what the fuck is he gonna do? 

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"Come on, come on!" Kenny frustratingly beets the slightly messed up screen inside the van. Eventually it clicks itself correctly and the screen shows the living room of the Macher house. "Ha, ha. You're a genius." He compliments himself until Gale then arrives to the van despite the screen showing her still inside. "Ah, shit..." 

"What?"

"I got a delay." Kenny complains, gesturing the screen which shows Gale now making her way out, followed by Y/N's glare. 

"How long is it?" Gale queries.

"I don't know, what'd it take you to walk from the house? Thirty seconds?" Kenny guesses, frustratedly shrugging. 

"It'll be fine, just record it." Gale instructs, admiring the camera placement. She then turns to her cameraman. "Tell me Kennth, has a cheesy, tabloid journalist every won the Pulitzer?" 

Kenny shrugs. "Well, first time for everything." Gale nods, looking back at the screen with a smirk.

"You're damn right." 

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(A/N) Alright, so I know my writing style is usually half-novelization, but because I don't want to remind myself how single I am. I'm just gonna skip through the bedroom scenes between Billy and Sid, you can pretty much guess what those entail. 

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The rest of the teens, including Y/N, Randy, and Stu chill in the living room, watching Halloween. "Look, look, look. Here it comes." One of the boys draws everyone towards the screen in anticipation. 

The TV shows Bob opening the closet, only to grabbed and slammed into the wall by Michael Myers. Half the teens lean back as Bob is briefly stabbed by Michael Myers. "Man, why did they do that, he's blood is all wrong, it's too red." Another boy mockingly comments, making fun of the lack thereof. 

"Wait, wait! Here comes another." Randy draws everyone next. Bob is then lifted up back stuck to the wall as Michael then stabs him through the chest and wall, leaving him stuck. The teens then cheer and laugh at the memorable kill.

"Predictable, I knew he was gonna bite it." A boy in the back comments as he munches on some popcorn. 

"How can you watch this shit over and over?" The one next to him criticizes. The predictablity being a little frustrating for him.

"Shhh!" Y/N shushes, giving him a slight glare as he and Randy admire the body being the kitchen's new decoration, tilting their heads just like the Myers himself.

"I want to see her breasts, I want to see Jamie Lee Curtis's breasts!" Stu demands, earning him eye rolls from the girls. "When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts!?" 

"Her breasts? Not until Trading Places in '83." Randy informs him, much to Stu's disappointment. "Jaime Lee was always the virgin in horror movies. She never showed her tits, till she became legits." 

"Couldn't afford a decent pair." A girl remarks to the one next to her as they both giggle.

"What?" Y/N mutters confused. "Anyway that's why she's always the final girl. She survived because she's a virgin, don't you know the rules?" 

"What rules?" Stu questions. Those two words cause Y/N and Randy to spin towards him, looking highly offended.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what!?" Y/N exclaims as Randy immediately pauses the movie since they now need to educate their knowledge inferior 'friends'. 

"For fuck's sake, you don't know the rules?!" Randy questions Stu like he sounds incredibly stupid right now.

"Geez guys, have a aneurysm why don't ya?" Stu sarcastically remarks as the two horror fans stand in front of their horror students.

"There are rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie." Randy states. "For instance..."

"Number one, you can never have sex." Y/N starts off with, which is ironic coming from him. The teens all boo, throwing popcorn at the two. 

"Big no, no!" Randy adds, attempting to swat away the popcorn thrown at them. 

"I'm a dead man!" Stu playfully wails, sticking his tongue out. 

"Sex equals death in these movies, alright?" Y/N maintains. "Next..." He hands the invisible mic back to Randy.

"Number two, you can never drink, or do drugs." Randy states. The teens then all raise their bottles and cups, saluting with one another as the boys take a gulp. "The sin factor. It's a sin, it's an extension of number one."

"And number three, never, ever, under any circumstances say, 'I'll be right back' cause you won't be back." Y/N finishes. The three rules all being what Bob and Linda all broke in the movie, which lend to them dying obviously. It applied to the Mutilator, The Prowler, Nightmare on Elm Street, all three Slumber Party Massacres, and every Friday the 13th. 

(A/N) Yes, every according to these teens, since the Final Friday was originally the last one and came out in 1993. You can't correct me this time!

"I'm getting another beer, you want one?" Stu asks as leans towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, sure." They both nod.

"I'll be right back!" The teens all mockingly shout doom upon the poor Macher as he is dragged to his intentional death.

"See you pushed the laws, and you end up dead." Randy concludes as they all raise a salute to the poor Stu. "Okay, I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife."

A couple seconds later, Y/N pretends to feel the pressure in his pelvis. "Geez, I gotta pee really bad." He announces as he heads to the bathroom. "Be right back!" 

The teens all shout exclaims again. 

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"For fuck's sake, you don't know the rules?!" 

Gale and Kenny sit idly as the teens watch some kind of horror movie on the TV, according to what their saying. 

Kenny plays airplane with a Cheeto while Gale just shakes her head. "Boring..." She mumbles, but strangely finds herself staring at the Y/H'd teen on the screen, it's almost....

The sudden rapid bangs on the van caught off her thought as Kenny rushes to turn the screen off, the figure opens the door before Gale does, Dewey Riley. "The Sherrif just radioed. Someone a car in the bushes down the road, I'm gonna go check it out." Dewey shares with her. "Care to join me?"

Okay, so this guy is actually a little smitten with her, now Gale does feel a little bad how easy it was. "I-I'd loved to." Gale accepts, keeping her smile. "If you're sure it's alright."

"Ma'am, I'm the Deputy of this town." Dewey reminds her with a smirk. Gale steps out, not needing to grab her coat again. 

"Be right back." Gale tells Kenny before she shuts the door, leaving him to turn the screen back on and continue to play airplane with his snacks. 

Gale starts walking towards the house, but Dewey quickly stops her. "Excuse me, ma'am?" He instead beckons down the road. "I thought maybe we'd walk. Such a nice night out, got a flashlight, you're not scared are ya?" He queries, flashing the light to his face like many scary story tellers before him.

"No." Gale shakes her head, the idea actually sounds better than sitting in the van all night. She then notices him slightly shaking. "You alright?"

"Great." Dewey nods. With that, the two make their way. The cool air providing a nice pace of breeze as they walk down the street. "You know what that constellation is?" The deputy queries, pointing somewhere in the sky.

"No, what is it?"

"I don't know, that's why I was asking you."

They don't see Deputy Carl a couple ways opposite of where they're walking, who sighs. He's about to radio the Sherrif before a figure suddenly grabs him from the collar.......

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 Stu resides in the kitchen where Y/N joins him a couple minutes later. With most of the kids fueled with alcohol, Y/N and Stu are able to casually open the pantry, where Neil Prescott is tied and gagged. And if you pay attention to his face, he's a little scarred.

The mentioned man squints his eyes at the sudden light, but when he sees the two, he begins to try and scream through the muffled tape. "Shh....... we have guests over." Y/N whispers, rolling his eyes when Neil persists. 

"Quiet!" Y/N then loudly hisses, pulling out his Buck 120 knife. "We don't want another 'punishment', do we?" He questions, those words and the sight of the blade make Neil go silent. "Good boy."

"Aw... is he scared~?" Stu mocks, giggling under his breath. "That's okay, we just came for our blood packets, aren't we?" He tells him, trying to sound like 'the dark lord' from a fairy tale. 

Y/N, now carrying an emotionless expression, goes around the small space, grabbing at least a few extra bags of corn syrup, since he'll need to look extremely bloody. He notices Neil tensing up every time he gets somewhat closer, and the L/N can't help but find it amusing. 

"Alright now...." Y/N says as soon as he grabs what he needs. "See you in a couple hours." He tells Mr. Prescott, who shakes his head. Y/N can tell he's trying to once again plead, 'Please, don't hurt her, don't hurt my daughter.'

Y/N doesn't say anything, he just leaves the broken man to his miserable state. Stu teasingly launches at Neil with a ghoulish face, before closing the door on him with a creepy wave.

The two then make their way upstairs, their friends in the living room none the wiser. "Phone please." Y/N requests holding out his hand. Stu gives him Mr. Prescott's phone before quickly heading down the stairs, getting his Ghostface costume.  

 Y/N then dials the Macher house.....

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The sound of the phone ringing causes Randy to drunkenly crouch down in front of the TV where the phone lays next to it. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is the police, is this is the Macher house?"

"Yeah?" 

"Well, I'm sorry to inform you that you're Principle Himbry and fellow student Jennifer Cunningham have both been found gutted and hanged  on a goal post at Woodsboro high school's football field. Thus, we encourage that you stay inside your homes and that students will once again be called for questioning." 

"Holy. Shit." Randy curses, now sobered up. he opens his mouth but the phone then hangs up. He then turns to the others. "Listen up, they found Principle Himbry and Jennifer dead. They were gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field."

The teens look at him, but their reactions don't come out of fear, rather than excitement. "Well, shit, what are we waiting for?" One of the teens exclaim. 

"Let's go over before they pry him down!" They all cheer and run outside, hooting like seagulls who found a fresh fish. 

"Hey, hey, where are...." Randy tries to speak, his words come out way too fast for his drunken self. "Where're you guys going?" He asks, but just doesn't care anymore, more inclined to just watch the movie.

"We were just getting to the good part."

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"Hello... Yeah?"

Kenny continues to watch, bored out of his mind when he suddenly hears kids hooting and hollering outside. He opens the van to see them all running to get to their cars, seemingly excited for something.

Slightly afraid of the drunken teens driving down the road, Kenny then quickly shuts the door, reminding himself that they're on the other side of the fence. 

Not gonna get run over, not gonna get run over....

Crap! They're driving down the grass! 

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 "So, is-is Dewey you're real name?" Gale asks as she and the deputy continue their stroll down the street. 

"Nah, that's Dwight." He reveals. Not at all embarrassed by the nickname anymore. It's kind of grown of him.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"Nah, it's alright." Dewey assures, shaking his head. "Dewey is just something I got stuck with a long time ago."

"Well, I like it." Gale compliments, to which Dewey gives her a surprised look. "It's sexy...."

"Sexy?" Dewey questions, that was the last thing he expected to hear about his last name. "Uh, it's just this town's way of not taking me serious."  Okay, now Gale feels really bad.

"What about 'Gale Weather's'?" the reporter adds on. "Sounds like I'm a meteorologist or something." She laughs, although the topic kind of hits a spot with her.  "People.... treat me like I'm an anti-Christ of Television/journalism.

"I don't think you're that bad." Dewey mentions, awkwardly smiling, to which Gale awkwardly smiles also.

"No?"

"No."

"I think that's because you kinda like me." Gale teasingly accuses, before they hear the sound of cars speeding towards them.

"They sure are going fast...." Dewey nervously mutters. "Slow down! Freeze!" He commands. But his badge doesn't mean jack to the teenagers who almost run them completely over as Gale pulls him and her out of the way, which causes them to fall on the grass and each other.

"Ow..."

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" Dewey checks on her, concerned after hearing her pained wincing. 

"Yeah..." Gale answers, distracted. Dewey subconsciously removes the band on the reporter's hair, caressing it. Gale smiles and the two eventually lock lips. 

It goes on a few seconds, before Dewey snaps out of it and immediately breaks the kiss. "Sorry..." He embarrassingly apologizes, blushing. "I'm on duty." He then jokes.

The two laughs, and that's when Gale's eyes land on a car, seemingly crashed in the woods. "Is that what you're looking for?" She queries Dewey.

"My whole life..." Dewey replies, clearly distracted. Gale chuckles before turning his head to it, and the situation now gets to being serious.

"Damn it!" Dewey exclaims once he realizes what is is.

"What? What is it?"

"This is Neil Prescott's car." He reveals to her. Gale recognizes that name instantly.

"Sidney's father?"

"Yeah...." Dewey mutters immediately going to scan it for clues.

What the heck is it doing here? And why is it so close to the Macher house?