Corey was stuck in the hospital for days, every single day when he woke up he was annoyed. It was pretty creepy seeing it was the same room he was in last time he was almost killed by a psycho. To make matters worse, it was dark and everyone was like not here, there was no nurses, no doctors.

He could hear the soft chatter of the guards outside but that was it. He sighed deeply as he looked outside the window, Sidney had left hours ago, claiming she would return by morning.

Corey had a bad feeling enter her body as he heard the loudness of a thud outside his room. He let out a heavy breath as another thud followed after.

The door creaked open and he looked at it with caution. "I swear to god if an asshole with a mask pops up right now, I'm gonna fucking lose it!".

He pressed his hands against his face for a split second. Groaning in annoyance when the figure appeared in the room, the mask coated in blood.

"Can you honestly just fuck off already! Don't you people have better things to do with your pathetic life's! Gosh can't even enjoy a single night in this shit hole without someone ruining it! First they forget to give me the lime jello! They gave me strawberry! Who the fuck likes strawberry jello!".

Corey sighed as he shock his head "you look like you'd eat strawberry jello you fucker! Gosh I can't even right now, the damn TVs broken, can't watch anything, I've been listening to those two morons outside going on and on about word search! And now I'm about to get blood all over me, do you know how fucking hard it is to get blood out of clothes! Huh! You asshat!".

Corey angrily threw a pot of flowers at the figure as they ran towards him. He groaned as he pushed himself off the floor his body hitting the wall.

"Fucking drugs man..." he blinked his head feeling dizzy as he pulled the needle out of his skin. The figure climbed over the bed slamming him into the wall making Corey groan.

"And I thought my head ache was finally gone, thanks a lot you moron!". He punched the figure harshly kicking there knee cap harshly.

He let out a heavy breath "I'm too old for this shit" he ran towards the door. Slipping on the blood in the hallway and smacking into the ground hard.

"Ah fuck!" he held onto his head the pain intense as he pushed himself towards the guards body. He searched for a gun only finding it was gone.

"Looking for this?" he rolled his eyes as the figure walked out of the room. The gun tight in there grasp as they threw it down the hallway. "Damn, guess I'll just have to kick your sorry ass. I was really looking forward to making this easier on myself".

He stood up off the ground cringing as the blood stuck to his skin. "This is so unsanitary, gosh Sidney's gonna be so pissed at me".

He ran towards the figure throwing himself onto them. He winced when he hit the wall, the figure slicing the air with the knife, "you missed".

The knife slammed into Corey's hand making him roll his eyes as he looked at the figure. "Seriously? You had a clear shot of my head you dumbass!".

He picked the figure up throwing them into the fire extinguisher box. The glass shattered loudly as Corey looked at his hand the knife sticking out of it.

He cringed as he pulled it out throwing it down the hallway. "Go on and fetch doggie!" he flipped the figure off as he walked off down the hallway.

"Always gotta handle shit myself, this is ridiculous, these poor workers gotta clean all this up in the morning, I have blood in my hair, my head hurts and quite frankly. I could go for a smoke right about now, I told Sid I'd quit that shit, but god damn, you really hit the bag man, got me stressed!".

He run his hand through his hair as the figure ran towards him. "And apparently you don't give up" he was pushed into the wall the knife reaching for his eyeball. He winced as he pushed the figures wrist back he slammed his teeth down harshly on the figures arm. The figure screamed out in pain as Corey ripped a piece of there skin off.

"Oh my fucking god!" Corey gagged as he spit the skin out of his mouth. "That was disgusting!" he gagged as he hunched over "I'm gonna be sick".

Corey pushed his hands against his knees as he gagged, "oh fuck man, you taste like shit..". Something inside of Corey snapped when he heard the softness of crying and whimpering.

His gaze turned down the hallway, seeing a girl crawling on the floor as she cried. The figure walking behind her as they rose there knife.

Corey sneered angrily as he punched the figure in front of him. Making them fly into the wall and pass out "I'll handle your ass in a second!".

He ran off down the hallway "hey! Pick on someone your own size dick bag!". Corey screamed as he pushed the figure into a glass case.

He winced at the sting of glass cutting at his skin harshly. He shock his head as he helped Tara off the ground "we're getting the fuck out of here".

Tara groaned as she held onto Corey, he walked down the hallway his breathing heavy as they approached the elevator. He felt dizzy "shit I'm gonna pass out, this is the worst timing ever!".

Tara let out a worried breath "no you gotta stay awake! They're right behind us!". Corey fell to his knees Tara crying out as she lost her footing and fell into the wall slightly.

Corey groaned as he turned around his hand grabbing the gun. He pointed it at the figure that was running towards him. His vision was blurry the figure multiplying "shit... which one.. which one!".

He shot missing terribly as the bullet hit the wall, Tara let out a shaky breath "Mr.Becker!". He shot again the bullet hitting the ceiling.

He cried out when his hand was grabbed, the gun being forced out of his grasp. "That's my good hand... shit head.." he groaned as he blinked rapidly. His vision going in and out as he was picked up into the air.

His body slumped forward and he felt the coldness of the knife pressing against his chest. He could feel it being pushed into his skin, the blood flowing beneath his skin as it was slowly cracked open.

Then his eyes burst wide open as the sound of a gun going off entered the air. The elevator doors chimed open "Corey! Tara!" Samatha ran towards her sister,

Corey let out a heavy breath as he was dropped the figure running away. "About fucking time you guys show up, I was on the verge of death".

Dewey lowered his gun "sorry, there was traffic" Corey rolled his eyes as Randy helped him stand up. "Traffic? Randy why didn't you drive man! You know Dewey has nerve damage".

"It's not my fault man, Tate practically forced me into the back seat, it was terrible I almost threw up, you know I got a weak stomach in cars man".

Corey smiled "it's fine, I'm at least glad I didn't die before we got to have our annual final girl squad party! That shit is getting moved to this weekend. Screw it being next month!".

Randy chuckled "you really did lose a lot of blood dude, come on let's get you checked out before Tatum and Sidney kill me for almost letting you die". Corey winced as he held onto Randy "gosh man, I swear if I get stabbed again, I might just have to start a podcast called stab. Every single episode is me telling a story about me being stabbed, sounds rather poetic".

Randy smiled "there's no way you're doing that, Sidney would kill you". Corey huffed "then I'll make a scrap book, laminate each page with glitter and disappointment! I'll even make shirts...".

Randy sighed deeply as he helped Corey into the elevator "just focus on surviving this first". Corey pushed the elevator button and the doors shut.

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authors notes:
Corey ranting to ghostface while being attacked is a mood, I can just imagine amber under the mask going like "and I thought I had issues". (Lol) he has like no filter at all at this rate, he doesn't give a fuck! Anyways figured I'd get this published before I went to sleep! Also my boy Dewey doesn't brutally die in this. It was ridiculous that they killed him off to begin with! Anyways enjoy! Also no hate to strawberry jello (I love that shit).