MARCO LEANED ON the island of their kitchen, looking at both of his children. He was taken aback by their recent request and arched a brow.

"You want to go see Dylan?" He asked.

"I mean..." Anthony began. "It's been a while since we seen big bro."

Y/N sort of agreed. The last time they visited Dylan was in February and it's been almost eight months.

Marco shrugged. "You're right. Gonna have to call and make an appointment for tomorrow morning then."

"All right." Y/N replied.

"I'll take you guys though and come with. See what's up with Dylan too."

The twins weren't so sure about that. They wanted to ask Dylan about Ghostface and the recent murders to get his angle but didn't want their dad to know. They had an inkling it would deter him from allowing them to go.

"Oh, no. It's fine." Y/N said. "We can just go ourselves."

"And don't you have work?" Anthony asked Marco.

Their father worked in the post office within Woodsboro. It was a far cry from what he wanted to do as a teenager, which was to be a filmmaker, but he was content with how everything turned out.

"I could tell my supervisor to give me the day off. That's okay." He replied. "Shit, I feel like I deserve it anyway."

Anthony glanced at Y/N, who gave him a shrug back. They were just going to let it be and see how it goes.

Suddenly, Y/N got a call. He looked at the ID and saw that it was from Tara. He glanced at his dad and brother and excused himself.

"It's Tara."

He went into the living room, leaving them in the kitchen as he answered the call.

"Hey, how's everything going?" He greeted.

"Everything's going great...Y/N."

Immediately, he knew that it wasn't Tara. It sounded just like the voice from the old Stab movies he remembers seeing...the voice of Ghostface.

"What the fuck?"

"I just wanted to say hello to the man himself. It's not every day I get to call an Altieri."

"How are you calling me? With Tara's number?"

"I have my tricks...and you've seen your share of Stab films...they had their own tricks too. Dylan sure did."

"So what? You're some copycat impressed with my older brother's work?"

"I do admit, I'm impressed. He's the only one who's accomplished his goal and lived to tell the tale. Can't say the same with the others...like your uncle Mickey."

"I don't give a shit about Mickey. I didn't even know him."

"But your dad sure did. They were so close...yet he didn't know what Mickey was really like. It almost cost him his life. Will the same happen to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know what they're really like? Your dad? Anthony? Or better yet...do you know what you are really like?"

"I get what you're trying to say but you're wrong. We're not like Mickey."

"Dylan sure thought so. I have a feeling...deep inside...that you do too. It's just a matter of time before it unearths itself."

"Fuck you. I'm no killer and never will be."

"When push comes to shove that's how it will be. Like Dylan finally breaking and killing his classmates. Something will break you, Y/N. And I have a feeling I know what."

Y/N didn't answer. Ghostface continued, pressing the teenager's buttons.

"You blame yourself for what I did to Tara. That you weren't there when I stabbed her seven times and broke her leg. How she screamed for you while you were at the store thinking about how you would get in between her legs."

"You—"

"And you'd be right. It is your fault. All of this is. You weren't there to protect her and I got to fuck up that dumb bitch. Could've maybe been different if you stayed and were there."

"I'm going to kill you if I ever find out who the fuck you are." Y/N threatened in a low grumble.

Ghostface laughed and was content with the young man's angry reaction.

"Then come over right now. The hospital...where I'll be seeing your little girlfriend again."

Y/N suddenly got a message. He was still on the call and looked at the attachment from the number. It was a picture of Tara in her hospital bed sleeping. It was taken outside of her door.

"They need to start tightening up security around here."

"Fuck..."

Y/N hung up the call and immediately went to the door. Marco and Anthony in the kitchen heard the commotion and looked out.

"Hey! What's going on?" Anthony asked.

The young man didn't reply and immediately left the house. Anthony went to the door and watched as his brother quickly entered his car and sped off the driveway.

• • •

SAM HAD GOTTEN attacked by Ghostface right before Y/N arrived. That confirmed that the killer was there after all but he was surprised that he went after the older Carpenter sister unlike Tara like he said.

Either way, Y/N was relieved that they were both okay.

He was in the room with Sam, Richie, Amber, Tara, and Sheriff Hicks. She was questioning them about what had gone on.

"I've got a couple of bodies in town and now you get attacked here." Judy said. "You said the call came from Amber's number?"

"So? We know he called on my phone before when he attacked Tara." Amber responded.

"Or, and I'm just spit-balling here..." Richie turned to Amber. "You're the killer."

"And where were you when all this happened?" Judy asked Richie.

"I was...watching Netflix."

Amber chuckled. "Ooh, yeah. Super-solid alibi, bro."

"So where were you?" Richie looked at both teenagers. "All of a sudden arriving right after that guy almost killed my girlfriend."

"Hey, I got a call from that asshole. Came from Tara's phone." He replied then sighed. "He said he was going to hurt her."

"Shit. So they cloned her phone too." Amber said.

Richie was still skeptical. "You two say that. But..."

Y/N scoffed. He was used to suspicion among his friend group, but they were his friends. Hearing that from a stranger wasn't something he liked.

"No offense..." Y/N spoke to Sam. "But your boyfriend is kind of an asshat."

Judy spoke up and vouched for the high schoolers. "I was questioning Amber, Y/N, and their friends at the sheriff's station."

"Yeah, I came as soon as I heard." She replied, looking at Richie. "But, you know, the Netflix alibi is good, too."

"Who's to say you didn't put that costume on during your bathroom break and go after her?" Y/N told Richie.

"All right, stop it." Judy told them.

"You're gonna put more cops in her room, right?" Sam asked her.

"Yes. And I can move you to a private floor. Deputy Vinson knows what he's doing, you'll be safe."

"Like we've been so far?" She shot back.

Judy feigned a smile and gestured toward the door. "Samantha, let's step outside."

Sam got up and followed the sheriff out, leaving Amber, Y/N, Richie, and Tara in the room. Y/N let out an exhale, crossing his arms and looking at the Latina.

"You said he called you using my number?" Tara asked him.

"Yeah." He replied. "Caught me off guard...hearing that asshole."

He thought back at the conversion he had with Ghostface. He blamed Y/N for what happened to Tara and basically challenged her importance to him.

Surely, that made him angry...and if he would've arrived at the hospital and run into Ghostface himself, he probably would've killed him for what he did.

Thinking of that made him recall what he told him...about his breaking point. Did he have one? Would he be capable of it? Like what happened to Dylan? He also wondered if Mickey even had a breaking point or if he was just born a psychopath.

"Ghostface called you?" Amber asked, breaking Y/N out of his thoughts. "Fucking crazy."

"Like straight out of a movie." He replied.

"Guess our two-way line is compromised now." Tara told him. "How am I going to talk to you?"

Y/N let out an exhale through his nose, turning to her. He softly smiled.

"We'll figure it out. If I gotta go old school and bother the receptionist to hand over the landline to you, so be it."

Tara lightly chuckled. Moments later, Sam came back inside, having finished her heated conversation with Hicks.

"Well, she remains a delight." She joked.

"Are you okay?" Tara asked her.

Sam looked at the others. "Would you mind giving us a second? I need to talk to Tara."

Y/N was fine with it. He turned to Tara and gave her a nod and started walking out with Amber.

"Come on, Netflix, let's go." She called out to Richie.

The man scoffed before getting up and leaving the room with the two high schoolers. Sam shut the door and went up to her sister's bed.

"Do you remember when Dad left?" She asked.

"Parts, sure." Tara replied. "I was eight. What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with it." Sam butted, then let out a sigh. "Do you remember how...Mom used to keep those boxes up in the attic?"

Tara nodded. Sam folded her hands in front of her and continued.

"Well, I was up there once...when I was 13, looking for Christmas presents. And I found these old diaries that she kept from high school."

"Sam, what is—"

"Please. I have to do this." Sam interjected. "So I found these old diaries. And I knew it was wrong, but I read some anyway because Mom got pregnant with me in high school, and I thought it could be cool to find out how she and Dad got together. How romantic it must have been. So I read some...only it wasn't romantic."

She continued after a beat. "Mom was dating Dad, but...she was in love with this other guy...and he got her pregnant. She told Dad it was his, and that's why he proposed senior year."

Tara was getting confused. "Sam, what are you talking about?"

"And I'm sitting there, in this attic...and I'm 13...and I just found out my dad isn't my dad. So I go find Mom in her bedroom, and I'm screaming at her and shoving this diary in her face, and I didn't even realize...that Dad was standing right behind me."

Tara was still processing what her sister was saying. Sam began to cry.

"He didn't know. He found out right then from me. He left that night. I'm the reason he left."

"No." Tara shook her head. "No, Sam..."

"Mom never forgave me. Then she made me promise never to tell you because you were so young." Sam sat beside Tara's bed. "And that's why I changed and I got distant and weird with you. And I went out and I started doing every drug that I could get my hands on until I couldn't take it anymore and I left town. I just couldn't be around you anymore, Tara. Not only because I destroyed our family that night, but because...those diaries told me who my real father was."

Tara was still unresponsive as her older sister kept rambling. Sam sobbed.

"It was Billy Loomis. And somebody knows, and I think that's why you got hurt. And I'm so fucking sorry that I never told you and then I ran away. I'm so sorry."

"Get out." Tara immediately said.

Sam shook her head. "Tara..."

"You're gone for five years...five whole years. And then I get stabbed and you want to come back and drop all this shit on me?"

"I thought I was protecting you."

"Protecting me from what?" She interjected, now tearing up herself. "The truth?"

"No. No, I...Please, Tara."

"Sam. Sam, I need you to get the fuck out."

"I'm so sorry."

"Sam—"

"Please."

"Get the fuck out!" Tara shouted.

Sam was heartbroken but decided to give her sister what she wanted. She immediately got up and left the room.

Tara laid there alone, still processing everything that Sam had just dropped on her. Now she knew the truth of why her father abandoned them...and it was all because of Sam.

Sometime later after wallowing in silence, there was a knock at the door. She thought it was Sam who had come back and decided not to speak up, but the voice of Y/N came through.

"Tara?"

"Come in." She finally responded.

Y/N entered the room. He grinned and walked up to her bed.

"Uh...I just saw Sam and her boyfriend leave." He said.

"Good." She replied rather bitterly.

"Don't really like that guy." He mentioned Richie. "I don't know...just have a feeling."

Tara simply shrugged, not having anything to say to that. Y/N rubbed his neck and sat down on the seat beside her.

"Don't know if I should ask..."

She turned to him. "What?"

"Sam was crying when I saw her leave."

Tara let out a sigh and looked to the side. Y/N fiddled with his hands and lowered his head.

"Yeah...I shouldn't pry." He muttered.

"It was all her fault." Tara suddenly said.

He turned to her. "Huh?"

"Why my dad left." She began to explain. "Because of her, he found out my mom cheated on him in high school. And...that Sam wasn't his."

"Oh..." Y/N reacted to the revelation. "I—I...wow."

"So she's my half-sister. And she also told me that—that her dad..."

Tara paused, not sure if it was even right to reveal the horrible truth Sam had told her. Y/N sat there and waited for her to finish.

"Her dad was Billy Loomis."

Y/N took in the news with a rather calm reaction. He wasn't too shocked or astounded and simply nodded, which Tara personally found strange.

"That...that's pretty crazy." He replied.

"Pretty crazy?" Tara repeated.

"What else should I say? It is."

"It's fucking insane. She dropped all that on me. My mom cheated on my dad with a serial killer and had my sister with him."

Y/N stayed quiet as he didn't know what to say initially. He let Tara keep talking.

"She says that the killer knows about it and it's why he came after me...why he's coming after us. W—Why? I had nothing to do with it."

Y/N thought back at the call with Ghostface and how he mentioned that everything that was happening was because of him. It contradicted Sam's reason. He wondered why that was.

"I'm...I'm so sorry, Tara. That you have to go through this." He finally spoke. "I'm going to find some way to...help. I don't know...to stop this, I guess."

Tara glanced at him, not sure what he me at or how he was going to do so. Y/N looked back at her.

"Before he can hurt anyone else."

• • •

THE L/Ns WERE on their way to the Napa State Hospital the next morning. Marco had gotten wind of Sam's attack and his sons finally revealed to him that Ghostface had been involved in Carlos's and Vince's murders.

With that, their father decided to talk about his experiences with the masked killed years ago...who was once his brother. He had never dwelled on the events until now.

"Mickey never seemed weird to me. He was always cheery...maybe too cheery at times...but that's just how his personality was. It rubbed off on me too. We were film geeks. We fucking loved movies." He began to explain.

"We transferred to Windsor in '96. I met Randy Meeks through him, then Sidney through Randy. Sid's roommate Hallie became Mickey's girlfriend. Then we met Derek. From there it became a pretty tight-knit group."

Marco let out a sigh, gripping the wheel with one hand as he looked on at the road. His sons continued listening.

"Then fall of '97 comes along. Starts off with two murders at a Stab premiere. Then it comes to a sorority house at Windsor and Cici Cooper ends up dead, a girl I liked, in fact. Then...Randy. It all culminated at the theater where I went to go find Derek..."

Before he continued, Marco lifted his shirt and showed a scar near his waist.

"Got stabbed on the stage right when Sidney came in. That's when Mickey took off his mask and the crazy bastard revealed what he wanted to do. It...it was horrible. Listening to him was like hearing a completely different person."

Y/N glanced at Anthony in the backseat, who didn't know what to say. Marco let out a breath through his nose and shifted in his seat.

"Anyways...Sidney and Gale Weathers took care of him, as well as that old bitch who basically hired him to do all of it." He said. "So I graduated a few years later. Met your mom in the process. Had kids, we moved to Woodsboro because that's where she was from. And the rest is what it is."

"And you never mentioned any of your side of the family." Y/N brought up.

"There wasn't anyone to bring up. Parents were long gone. I wasn't going to talk about the only brother I had that tried to kill me." Marco replied.

"Aren't you in Stab 2? Or at least your character?" Anthony asked. "How come nobody ever realized you were involved?"

"The name change helped. And in such a small town, laying low was pretty easy." He answered. "And they did a pretty horrible job at casting me."

The trio arrived at the hospital. Marco parked and his boys got out, but the man stayed in. Y/N looked back at him.

"Dad?"

He let out a sigh and looked at his hands. Marco's recent explanation of his experiences had him reliving them. He needed time to himself for now.

"You—you two go on. I saw him a couple of weeks ago already. Tell him...I said hello."

Anthony glanced at his twin before nodding and leaving with Y/N. They soon entered the hospital, were processed, and allowed to visit Dylan.

He was brought out and they sat in the courtyard outside where other patients and their visitors were. Staff and guards were stationed around and kept watch.

The twenty-three-year-old wore his usual beige garments. He sat across the table from both of his younger brothers and had a sparkling smile on his face. Seeing that made Y/N remember how his dad said Mickey was always cheery.

They conversed with him and went through the usual questions of how he'd been and vice-versa. Upon the mention of Tara, Dylan did the same as Anthony a couple of days ago and asked if he had slept with her yet.

"No, man." Y/N replied with an eye roll.

"Don't tell me you're the one with cold feet." Dylan replied.

Anthony chucked. "That's what I said."

"Gotta get over your fear." Dylan said with a shrug. "Had to with Lilly."

Y/N shook his head. "You never slept with her."

"Uh, yeah I did. That's why when she acted like it never happened, she had to join the rest in the whole stabby stab."

The twins were never sure if Dylan actually slept with Lilly before. It could've still been his delusions, but they didn't want to go in that any further. They decided to finally bring up the current events back in Woodsboro.

"Look, Tara was...attacked a couple of nights ago." Anthony began.

Dylan shrugged. "Okay?"

"By a Ghostface."

This time, his eyes lit up. It was as if the mention of the figure brought some joy out of him.

"Fuck, really? Who—who was it?"

"Well, we don't—"

"Of course, you don't know." Dylan laughed. "They gotta keep it a mystery until the end."

Y/N chimed in. "After they attacked her, they went on to kill two more people."

"They didn't kill Tara? Odd. They usually start off with the opening kill, you know?"

"Well, they didn't." Y/N retorted.

"So who was the first?"

"Carlos." Anthony replied. "A guy in our class."

"Hmm. Was he a part of your friend group?"

"No." Y/N said.

"One of the rules is that the first victim is always a part of the friend group. How close was he to Tara?"

"Closest they interacted was when she hit him in the balls." Anthony said with a chuckle. "He and Y/N got in a scuffle."

Dylan glanced at Y/N. The young brother immediately knew what he was thinking.

"It ain't me, bro." He said.

"Hey, I wouldn't mind. Altieri blood, you know?"

Anthony shook his head. "Stop."

Dylan let out a sigh and continued. "Another rule is that the killer's motive is somehow connected to the past."

Y/N and Anthony glanced at each other, trying to come up with a reason. They didn't know how Carlos was connected or even Tara. After a moment, Y/N remembered what he was told the night before.

"Tara's sister, Sam, she's the daughter of Billy Loomis."

Anthony was taken aback. Dylan was flabbergasted but also starstruck.

"The original Ghostface? Holy shit! Then it all has to connect back to the sister. That's some gold right there."

"But..." Y/N added. "He also called me yesterday...saying that this was all because of me. Why say that but then also tell Sam the same thing?"

Anthony shook his head and shrugged, also stumped. Dylan folded his hands and leaned on the table, thinking.

"I suppose they know you're an Altieri?"

Y/N nodded. Dylan nodded as well, before leaning closer.

"Maybe you did do something. Maybe it's solely because you are Mickey's nephew. But the way I see it...it's simply the perfect scenario. Attacking the Loomis and Altieri bloodlines. It makes them...the apex."

Y/N took in his words. Dylan sat back and let out a chuckle.

"And it sure as hell would make a damn good movie."

• • •

THE TEENAGERS WERE called over to the Meeks-Martin household. They sat in the living room and waited for the arrival of Sam, Richie, and a special guest...Dewey Riley, who the two asked for help.

"How do you know so much about the Stab movies?" Richie asked Mindy as they walked in.

"Runs in her family." Dewey replied.

"Randy was our uncle." Mindy said, looking at the memorial dedicated to him in the living room. She blew a kiss. "RIP."

Sam looked at everyone else in the living room. A couple of them waved at her.

"You said to bring everybody." Mindy said.

"Hey." Sam greeted.

Mindy's mom, Martha, came in with a tray of snacks. She beamed.

"Woo, suspects!" She placed it on the table. "My brother would be so proud."

"Hey, Martha." Dewey greeted the woman.

"Dewey! Hi!" She hugged him. "You look..."

She didn't know what to say. Dewey kept smiling.

"Yeah."

"How's the wife?"

Chad didn't want it to get any more awkward. "Okay, Mom, we're good. Thank you."

"All right, kids, have fun." She said with a smile and walked out.

Sam began. "I asked Mindy to call everybody here, because...there's something I have to tell you."

They looked at the TV screen where the paused frame of Billy Loomis was. Sam had explained her lineage to them, which Y/N and Anthony already knew of.

"So let me get this straight." Chad said. "You're saying that you're the daughter of Billy Loomis, and, what, that one of us is the killer?"

"The killer told me he knew my secret." Sam replied. "He attacked Tara to lure me back here."

"But then why immediately go and murder a couple of douche-nozzles in Carlos and Vince?"

"And why does it have to be one of us?" Wes asked. "What about Deputy Dewey here? Maybe he's the killer."

Dewey glanced at him.

"No offense." Wes added.

"None taken, but what's my motive?"

"You got stabbed a billion times, got dumped by your famous wife, and crawled into a bottle. I think it's safe to say you're on the suspect list."

"Well, maybe you're the killer." Dewey butted, then frowned. "Because that cut deep."

"One of those douche-nozzles is connected." Amber cut in, looking at her phone. "I googled Vince. His mom is Leslie Macher. Stu Macher's sister."

"Stu fucking Macher?" Anthony asked in shock.

"Who's Stu Macher?" Liv asked.

"He's Billy Loomis's accomplice." Dewey answered. "A real loony tune."

"What about Carlos?" Y/N asked. "Find anything on him?"

Amber decided to look into Carlos. Chad let out a chuckle.

"What are the chances he even has any relation to this? He was a nobody."

"So you're saying...what? He was killed just because?" Anthony asked.

Amber spoke up. "Not much of anything. Just that his parents went to Woodsboro High as well. Stephanie and Octavio Medina."

"Stephanie Medina?" Dewey asked.

The girl nodded. The former deputy let out a sigh and rubbed his face.

"What?" Y/N asked.

"Stephanie Medina used to go by Stephanie Orth. Steven Orth's brother."

"Okay..."

"Their first kill in Stab 1." Anthony chimed in. "They gutted Casey's boyfriend before her."

"Technically it wasn't their first kill. It was Maureen." Mindy corrected.

"That was offscreen. Before the events of the film. So to the audience...Steve was."

"And based on the time frame..." Amber said. "Carlos was the first to be killed."

"Like his uncle." Y/N added.

Richie scoffed. "Ah. Poetic."

"Okay. Okay." Sam nodded. "So the first attacks are all on people related to those involved in the murders on that night."

"Oh, my God." Mindy sat up. "He's making a requel!"

"A what?" Sam asked.

"Or a legacyquel. Fans are torn on the terminology."

Chad exhaled. "God. Please speak English."

"Okay. Remember the Stab movie that came out last year?"

"Oh, yeah! The one the Knives Out guy directed, right?" Liv asked. "I actually really liked that one."

"Of course you did. You have terrible taste." Mindy butted.

"I hate you."

Y/N turned to Liv. "Just don't tell me you liked Last Jedi."

"It wasn't that bad." Chad said.

"That's why I rarely go to the movies with you, bro."

"The point is, the hard-core Stab fans hated it." Mindy continued. "You go on 4chan and Dreadit, all they're talking about is how Stab 8 pissed on their childhoods. How they crammed in social commentary just to elevate it. How the main character's a Mary Sue."

"What's a Mary Sue?" Richie asked.

Wes shook his head. "You really don't want to know."

"What's wrong with elevated horror?" Amber asked Mindy. "I mean, Jordan Peele fucking rules."

"Obviously, but that's not Stab. Real Stab movies are meta slasher whodunits, full stop."

"Come on, it's just a movie." Sam replied.

"No, it's not. To some people, the original is their favorite thing in the world. The movie that made them love horror. That Mom or Dad showed them when they were ten that bonded them together. And God help anyone who slightly fucks with that special memory. Who makes a movie they think disrespects it."

Mindy got out of her seat. "It sounds like our killer is writing his own version of Stab 8, but doing it as a requel."

"Which is?" Dewey asked.

"See, you can't just reboot a franchise from scratch anymore. The fans won't stand for it. Black Christmas, Child's Play, Flatliners...that shit doesn't work. But you can't just do a straight sequel, either. You got to build something new. But not too new, or the Internet goes bug-fucking nuts. It has to be part of an ongoing storyline, even if the story shouldn't have been ongoing in the first place."

They all listened to her. Mindy pointed at the people before her.

"New main characters, yes, but supported by and related to legacy characters. Not quite a reboot, not quite a sequel. Like the new Halloween, Saw, Terminator, Jurassic Park, Ghostbusters...fuck, even Star Wars! It always, always goes back to the original!"

"But...like...how are we connected to the original?" Anthony asked, pointing at himself and Y/N.

"You said earlier that he called Y/N, right? Ominously saying he's the reason?"

Anthony simply nodded. Y/N let out an exhale as she continued.

"A special case. Maybe has a soft spot for the Dylan spin off. Maybe he has a liking for what Mickey Altieri did. He, oddly because he has fans because he's attractive ala Ted Bundy, is a fan favorite from the inferior sequel. In a requel, you could bring in elements people like and introduce them earlier. Hence...the Altieri twins are now in the picture."

"That's...kinda lame." Y/N remarked.

"Adds another storyline, you know? Uncle is a killer...older brother is a killer. The question the audience ponders is if and who will turn out the same. Who will kill who? Cain and Abel shit."

Anthony scoffed and glanced at Y/N, who simply shook his head. Sam was hearing all of this and reacted.

"Are you telling me that I'm caught in the middle of fan-fucking-fiction?"

"Not just in the middle, Sam." Mindy replied. "You're the star."

"So, not to put too fine a point on it, but, according to requel rules...who's next?" Liv asked.

"Going by the pattern, whoever it is has to be connected to someone that came before."

They all looked at each other and the room became silent. Dewey shook his head and sighed.

"I'm starting to regret coming here." He muttered.

"Jesus..." Wes muttered and turned to Anthony and Y/N. "Our parents were characters in the movies."

"Like I said, no one cares about the shitty inferior sequels, Wes. You three are safe."

"I wish that made me feel better." Anthony mumbled.

Mindy looked at Chad. "With Randy as our uncle, though, you and I are probably screwed."

Chad reacted. "Wait. What?"

Richie turned to Mindy. "Or you're the killer, and this whole elaborate monologue is just to cover your tracks."

"I think it's pretty clear who the killer is at this point." She replied with a scoff.

"Who?" Sam asked.

"You."

She was taken aback. "What..."

"It makes perfect requel sense."

"That actually does make a lot of sense." Chad agreed with his sister.

"Yeah." Liv said.

Anthony shrugged. "Hate to say it..."

Sam looked at Dewey expecting him to back her up, but he had nothing to say. Just like Anthony, he shrugged.

"Fuck this." Sam muttered and immediately went to the door.

"Sam." Richie got up and went after her. "Wait!"

Y/N sat there in silence. He watched through the window as Sam angrily went in Richie's car and drove away. The fact that they assumed she was the killer, simply because of her bloodline, rubbed him the wrong way.

What was to say they wouldn't suspect him next? Like, seriously suspect him.

"That wasn't cool." Y/N said.

"Just saying it how it is." Mindy defended herself. "The rules, man."

The teenager shook his head and got off the sofa. He made his way toward the front door.

"I'll see you back at home." Y/N told Anthony before leaving.

The twin exhaled, looking out the window and seeing Y/N go to his car. Chad felt pretty bad for his friend.

"Was it something I said?" Mindy asked.

Wes replied. "Maybe the fact that you're assuming Sam's the killer because she's related to a serial killer...while Y/N is related to serial killers."

"Have I openly suspected him? Not since last night at the bar." She pointed at Anthony. "Same goes for you."

Anthony simply shrugged and looked down. Mindy wallowed in the silence, starting to feel apologetic about somewhat triggering both
Sam and Y/N.

"Just...saying how I see it."

"You know...we visited Dylan earlier today." Anthony brought up.

"Questioned him? Hannibal Lecter style?" She asked.

"He gave us some things to think about...one that kinda debunks the Sam theory for me."

They listened in. Anthony continued.

"He said that the first attack connects to the friend group. Is Sam really a friend? Part of our group?"

"Yeah." Amber replied. "Tara's our friend. She's her sister."

Anthony shook his head. "Still doesn't seem right to me."

"So then you think...it's one of us?" Chad asked.

The L/N twin didn't know what to say. He looked back outside where he had last seen his brother. Based on his look alone, they assumed maybe he was beginning to wonder about Y/N...

• • •

MARCO WAS AT his house in the garage sorting items from boxes. His sons told him they were going to the Meeks-Martin home and that they'd come back later, so he was alone.

After putting a box away, his phone rang. The man saw that it was from an unknown caller and was pretty hesitant. He answered it nonetheless.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Marco."

"Who's this?"

"A ghost from your past. One that should've finished the job and killed you."

Immediately, Marco knew that it was Ghostface. He had come back to taunt him. The man glared ahead at the wall.

"What do you want?"

"You think you escaped it all, huh? That removing yourself from your true bloodline would be easy and that nothing would lead back to you?"

"Pretty much."

"You're not as smart as I thought."

"Enough with this. You want to finish what Mickey wanted to do? Fine. Come see me, asshole. I'm not afraid of you."

"Oh, and you're not a coward like I thought. I'm surprised."

Marco didn't reply. Ghostface continued.

"But I know what you're really afraid of...losing more. Losing everything. Your wife left you...it's only a matter of time before you lose your sons too."

"They're strong. They have each other's backs. They won't let you get near them."

"What about Dylan? No one is there to have his back."

"You're not going to get him either. He's safe. Protected."

"You really think so?"

Marco chuckled. "You want me to believe you're going to break into that place?"

After a beat, Ghostface responded.

"Yes."

The father didn't expect that answer. He stayed quiet and it was silent until the killer broke it.

"Soon enough, the Altieri bloodline will be eradicated."

The call immediately hung up. Marco just stood there...processing what he had just been told. Deep inside the thought of Dylan....alone...back at the facility filled him with dread.

Dylan laid in his bed in the empty room. Blood oozed out of the stab wounds in his chest and he let out a cough. Ghostface stood over him with his crimson-stained knife in hand.

He tried to speak but couldn't get words out. Ghostface stared back at the young man, his voice changer currently activated.

"Big fan, Altieri. But this installment doesn't need a returning character."

He was about to remove his mask, but Dylan grabbed his other hand and stopped him. He shook his head.

"No...I-I don't want to be spoiled."

The bleeding young man weakly laughed afterward before going into a coughing fit. He wasn't afraid of the killer or feared death. Dylan felt vindicated. The fact that Ghostface was there to kill him made him feel special and important.

He believed he finally made a real name for himself.

Ghostface decided to keep his mask on. The killer then raised his blade and brought it down on Dylan once more.