• • FOUR DAYS AGO • •

THE TEENAGER SAT in her room upstairs. Amber laid on her bed with her laptop, watching videos related to all things Stab. She had a bowl of grapes by her side and enjoyed them.

There was a knock on her window. She thought she heard something else and stared at it, but then heard it again. Amber moved the computer off her lap and slowly went to the window.

She saw nobody outside. Amber opened it and was about to peek out, but was quickly startled by the young man.

"Fuck!" Amber exclaimed and flinched back.

It was Anthony. The teenager chuckled and stuck his head through the window.

"Gotcha."

"Whatever." She scoffed, also gesturing for him to come in.

Anthony climbed inside and immediately pulled the girl in for a kiss. The two were in the fierce lip-lock for a few seconds before she parted.

"Why not use the front door?" She asked.

"I don't want to deal with your parents." He replied.

"They're out of town for the next few days."

"Oh." He reacted then smirked. "Means we have all the time in the world, huh?"

Anthony kept kissing her then the girl pushed him away with a laugh. She went back to her bed where the boy noticed what she was watching on the laptop.

"Those assholes uploaded another one of their shit videos on the movie?" He asked.

"Yeah." She replied and plopped onto the bed. "Really pisses me off."

"Then we keep watching them?"

"So I can disagree with their points in the comments."

"I do the same." He said with a head shake. "Fuckers are worse than Cinema Sins."

Anthony sat on the edge of the bed. Amber was still laying down and looking at her laptop.

"Where did it all go wrong?" She asked. "It was perfect! Then they had to do all those bullshit sequels."

"2 wasn't bad. Had my uncle in it, after all, just personal preference." Anthony replied. "But 3 to 8, my God...what a shitshow."

"No justice to the original." She added.

"Then they did that stupid ass spin-off with Dylan. What a joke. Horrible source material. I can't wait to kill that bastard."

Hearing that reminded Amber of the plan they'd been coming up with for the last several weeks. She looked away from her laptop and turned to him.

"So I messaged Richie..."

"What?" Anthony asked.

She smirked. "I think it's time."

Anthony immediately realized what she meant.

"It is?"

Amber nodded. Anthony smirked and let out a chuckle.

"When do we start?" He asked.

"Tomorrow night. After it's done...Sam will get the news and Richie will bring her back here. We'll move from there."

Anthony scooted closer to Amber. His face was mere inches away from hers.

"Sounds good to me. Can't wait to get that bitch back."

She fake pouted and touched his cheek. "Awww. Pretty boy still heartbroken?"

Anthony scoffed as he grabbed her hand and pulled it away. Amber laughed and decided to move on.

"With our movie...we're going to save the franchise." Amber said.

"And we'll be the heroes." He added.

They both chuckled before engaging in another feverish kiss. He soon got on top of her on the bed.

The next night, Anthony was at home. He came downstairs after freshening up from the wrestling practice that he had. In the living room was Y/N, who was getting ready to leave for Tara's.

"How long will you be out?" Anthony asked.

Y/N shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe two to three hours."

"I'll add an extra hour to that in case...you know."

Y/N chuckled upon seeing his brother's smirk, knowing what he was inferring. He waved him off.

"Like I said, we're just working on the project." Y/N started opening the door. "I'll see you later, bro."

"Have fun." Anthony called out as he left.

The twin ended up helping his dad fix up the shed. They ended up taking a break and Marco napped in the living room. Anthony took the opportunity to leave the house and go to his car.

In the trunk was his wrestling bag. He opened it, seeing the black robes, hood, and Ghostface mask. He had a Buck 120 knife in a sheath with it too. He took the bag and closed the trunk before walking away.

Walking distance from his home to where he was going was bearable enough for the fit young man. Once he made it, he hid nearby and watched as Y/N left the house, entered his car, and drove away.

Anthony smirked. He put down the bag that had his costume and was ready to change. As he did, he pulled out his burner phone and made the call.

He quickly put on the mask with the voice changer already installed. They picked up his call.

"Hello?" Tara answered.

"Hello." Anthony spoke. "Is Christina there?"

• • •

ANTHONY TOOK THE knife out of Y/N's side. He shoved him to the floor near the counter where Sidney and Sam currently were. He held the gun up at them and joined his accomplices.

"I hope it didn't hurt too bad, baby." Amber spoke to Anthony.

"Don't worry." He opened up his button-up shirt and showed the bulletproof vest he had. "Good thing you got this off of the sheriff."

"Took those bullets like a champ, bro." Richie complimented Anthony.

"Hey, I enjoyed your reaction to Liv getting her brains blown out. True acting."

Richie chuckled. Anthony removed his vest and tossed it aside. Y/N held his wound and looked up at the three killers, eyeing Anthony mainly.

"Tony..."

The psychotic twin took out his own voice changer from his pocket and held it to his mouth.

"Surprised, Y/N? Glad you get to experience the final act."

Y/N was speechless and didn't know what to say. Richie held out his bloody knife and pointed it at the three victims.

"Someone has to save the franchise. You see, no one has made a great Stab movie since the first one. Not really."

Amber jumped around in delight as Anthony was ecstatic about the entire thing.

Richie turned to Amber. "Hey, baby, you want to go get the very ex-Mrs. Riley?"

"Yeah, I do."

She left the kitchen. Anthony turned to his accomplice and glared.

"Hey, bro. I get to call her baby! Get your own pet name!"

"We discussed this already!" Richie shot back. "God, why do you always make a big deal out of it?"

They kept arguing about it as the three overheard. Y/N couldn't believe what he was witnessing. It was obvious that they were in some polyamorous relationship that Amber probably purposely orchestrated.

Sidney quickly went for a knife on the counter but Anthony kept his gun trained on her.

"Whoa! Hold it!"

Sidney stopped. Richie got close and pointed his knife at her.

"Sidney Prescott. You know...I'm a really big fan."

"Go fuck yourself." She spat.

"You see the last Stab movie?" He asked.

"Not really a fan of scary movies."

"That checks out. Anyway, it sucked balls. Because nobody takes the true fans seriously. Not really. They just laugh at us, and why?"

Richie continued as he got louder. "Because we love something? We're just a fucking joke to them? How can fandom be toxic? It's about love! They don't fucking understand that these movies are important to people."

"Richie..." Sam spoke.

"But we're gonna help them! Hollywood's totally fucking out of ideas, I mean...that Dylan spin-off? Really?" He turned to Anthony. "No offense."

"None taken. That fucking sucked."

Richie looked back at Sidney. "So we decided we'd give them some new source material to follow. Bring it back to basics."

Anthony chimed in whilst pointing the gun at the older Carpenter sister.

"Because that's how you make a great Stab movie, Sam. Based on actual events."

Amber came back in with an injured Gale. She placed her in the nearby chair.

"Gale." Sidney spoke.

The reporter tried to get up but Amber pushed her back onto the seat.

"Sit the fuck down!" She shouted.

Richie went over to Sam while Amber got in front of Sidney, playfully fake stabbing her.

Anthony was still behind with the gun in hand.

"You did all this just to make me the hero of your fucked-up movie?" Sam asked Richie.

"Sweetie, you're not the hero. You're the villain...in fact..." He pointed at Y/N. "You two are."

Sam turned to Y/N, who was also perplexed. Richie continued.

"The daughter of Billy Loomis who sees fucked-up visions of her dead dad. The nephew of Mickey Altieri finally snapping and carrying on what their family does best: kill."

"It's perfect. Back to where it all started. Everyone once involved finally slain. With some added flair of the appearance of an Altieri killer." Anthony looked at Y/N. "You."

Y/N shook his head and finally spoke. "You're fucking crazy."

Anthony further explained. "Sam Carpenter, illegitimate daughter of the original killer, and Y/N L/N, nephew of the sequel's killer, paired together for one huge shebang. Both successfully killing off their bloodline."

Richie chuckled and looked back at the victims.

"Sidney Prescott killed your father." He told Sam then looked at Y/N. "She also killed your uncle. You both did all this just to get her back to Woodsboro."

"You know what the biggest problem with the Stab movies is?" Amber asked them. "There's no Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees. No bad guy to keep coming back. But the relatives of the most brutal Ghostfaces of all? Now those are fucking villains."

"How did you know?" Sam asked Amber.

"About your father? It's a small town and your mom's a drunk!" She laughed. "Tony and I met Richie on the Stab subreddit. I've been obsessed ever since my parents bought this house. We realized pretty quickly we had similar ideas."

"Wasn't that hard for me to find you in Modesto." Richie told Sam. "It wasn't that hard for me to fuck you, either. But I guess being a sexually available woman is supposed to be empowering these days."

"Fuck you!" Sam spat.

"Well, now you're just quoting the original."

"But it wouldn't work with just you, Sam." Amber said. "See, we had to bring the legacy characters back to make it matter. Can't have a bona fide Halloween without Jamie Lee!"

"Hell nah!" Anthony exclaimed with a laugh.

"Dewey had to die to make it real." Amber added. "To show that this wasn't just some bullshit, cash-in, run-of-the-mill sequel. Because our movie has fucking stakes!"

Amber backed away from Sidney before smiling and changing her tone. "Cause anyone can die in a requel."

Sidney immediately went for the knife on the counter but was quickly stabbed by Amber. Both Sam and Y/N cried out.

"No!"

Anthony saw Gale get out of her chair and Sam go toward Sidney. He aimed the gun at them.

"Whoa! Whoa! Sit the fuck down!"

Sam raised her hands and backed away. Richie went up to the injured Sidney and crouched beside her.

"I'm so sorry, Sid. We can't let you live either, I mean, surviving this many times...that would just be ridiculous. This time the fans are gonna be the ones who win."

Anthony looked so elated by all of it. Y/N looked back at his twin and spoke up.

"Tony...what would Dad think of this?"

He let out a laugh. "I'm glad you asked. Why don't we ask him?"

He handed the gun to Richie and left the room. Y/N sat there in confusion as he heard a commotion coming from the hallway. He soon came back...holding a bound and taped Marco.

"Dad?" Y/N breathed out. "What the fuck!?"

"We gotta kill him too since he's technically a legacy character." Anthony said as he brought Marco to his knees. "He survived Uncle Mickey's killings."

Marco's muffled voice came through his taped mouth. Y/N looked on in both hurt and shock at what was before him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"These bitches..." Anthony pointed at Gale and Sidney. "Killed our uncle. Just old-fashioned vengeance on my part. Well...your part."

"You psycho. You're just like Dylan."

"Hm, well...unlike him, I'm alive."

That statement caught both Marco and Y/N off guard. The twin laughed.

"Oh, right. Forgot to mention that I went back there and slit his throat. Just today in fact."

"You're lying." Y/N said, still shocked.

"Now...why do you think they haven't been answering dad's calls? It's a whole clusterfuck going on over there right now."

"So you killed Dylan...you're gonna kill Dad...you're gonna kill me. I suppose you're the one that called Dad and mentioned eliminating the bloodline. You gonna kill yourself too?"

"Oh, no. I plan on living. I gotta so I can enjoy the new film. I'm going to be a survivor too. Unlike stupid ass Dylan, I can't be in prison or a hospital...how will I properly enjoy the fame? The money?" He scoffed. "Feels like I'm the only smart Altieri."

Y/N inhaled, still feeling the pain from his stab wound. He glared at Anthony and spoke again.

"You killed Wes?"

"No, that was all Amber and Richie. I wanted to though, hated that twink. I cut up that motherfucker Carlos. I got Dylan. And I took out Chad outside."

Y/N's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that his own brother did all that and ended up killing both of his best friends. Anthony continued.

"Oh...and I can't forget the most fun one of all...when I paid Tara that visit a couple of days ago."

The teenager thought he heard wrong. But seeing the menacing look on Anthony's face confirmed he did hear it correctly.

"What...you—?"

"Yeah, yeah. I cut that bitch up like the slab of meat that she is. Broke her ankle too. You should've been there, bro. Her pleads and cries...her cries for you. Music to my ears."

Sam overheard, her ears pounding and teeth seething. Y/N couldn't believe it either.

"She did nothing to you." He said. "You know how—"

"You know why! You know how much she meant to me and you took her from me! On our birthday of all fucking days!"

Y/N was taken aback by his outburst. He had never even gotten the inkling that Anthony had a thing for Tara until now.

"I told you! You know I liked her!" Anthony exclaimed. "But you didn't give a fuck about me!"

The teenager's shocked face soon changed to one of amusement. Y/N smiled and then started to laugh. Anthony was confused.

"You fucking liar...you fucking liar! You never said shit! You know, you are always the outgoing, expressive, not-giving-a-fucking type of guy...but with Tara? You clammed up. You never asked her! You never dropped hints and if you ever did they must've fucking sucked. And who says she would've even liked you back anyway? She loves me! I love her!"

"Fuck you...and fuck her!" Anthony shouted.

"Yeah, that's something you wish you could do, huh?"

Anthony lunged at Y/N with his knife but Amber stopped him and held him back.

"Tony, Tony. Shhh..." Amber calmed him down. "Relax."

Anthony backed away and continued gripping his knife. Y/N kept smirking at him which his twin didn't like.

"Let's go on with the plan." Amber added, then turned to Richie. "We ready?"

"Yeah." He replied.

Anthony knew what was first on the list. He went behind his father and held the knife to his neck.

"Being an orphan...that will probably boost the popularity." He remarked.

"Tony!" Y/N exclaimed.

Marco tried to speak but couldn't through his taped mouth. Anthony decided to take it off and hear his dad's final words.

"What's up, Pops?"

The father didn't have any pleas or cries for help. He inhaled and looked into the eyes of his son.

"I killed Mickey."

The room was quiet. The killers along with Sam and Y/N were taken aback by the revelation. Gale and Sidney simply looked on.

"What?" Anthony asked.

"It wasn't Sid or Gale. I shot him. I unloaded the entire clip into his chest and took him down for good." He emphasized, then continued.

"And if you keep doing this...you're going to suffer the same fate. You will die, Anthony. Because that's what happens to the killers in these movies. They die. I don't want that for you."

Anthony was astonished and looked at his accomplices. The revelation sort of put a wrench in the lore they believed in and he feared it would mess with the movie. It was always believed that Sidney and Gale shot Mickey dead but now it turned out to have been his own brother.

But then his look of confusion changed to one of confidence. He let out a chuckle and looked back at his dad.

"We'll just edit it in post."

Anthony immediately stabbed Marco in the stomach. Y/N cried out in anguish.

"No!"

The killer impaled it deeper before pulling it back out. Marco fell on his face and laid on the kitchen floor. Anthony smiled.

"Did what Uncle Mickey couldn't do." He remarked.

"Nailed it, baby." Amber complimented.

"You motherfuckers!" Y/N shouted, reeling from witnessing his father seemingly die. "You're all fucking dead!"

"Get Tara out of the closet." Richie ignored him and instructed Amber. "We got to start staging the bodies!"

Sidney was on the floor. She looked at the man's body and was hurt to see one of her old friends now dead.

"Marco..." She groaned, still bleeding from her stab wound.

"Stay with me, Sid." Gale breathed out. "Stay with me."

Amber left to get Tara, leaving Richie and Anthony in the kitchen with the four.

"You really should've listened to Dewey. He nailed it in one!" Richie told Sam and pointed at himself. "Dude, look at the love interest! Are you fucking stupid? I even had you convinced it could be your sister."

Suddenly, Amber called out from upstairs.

"She's not here."

Richie arched a brow and shouted back. "What the fuck do you mean, she's not here?"

"She's not here!"

"What the fuck?" Anthony reacted.

"I untied her." Sam told them. "Guess you're not as persuasive as you thought."

The landline beside Richie rang and startled him. He glanced at it but kept the gun aimed at the four.

"That's for you." Sam added.

He scoffed. "Yeah, like your gimpy little sister's gonna make a difference. She's our fucking pincushion at this point."

Y/N glared at him. "I'm gonna make your face my fucking pincushion."

"Amber! Fan out." Richie shouted. "She couldn't have gotten far."

In the hallway, Amber walked through trying to look for Tara. She started going into the living room.

"I can't find her—"

She was suddenly hit in the face with a crutch and she fell to the floor. Tara came out of the corner and began to continuously hit her it.

Back inside the kitchen, the two killers heard the commotion.

"Amber?" Richie called out.

Suddenly, Sam got up and grabbed Richie's arm. He fired a stay shot amidst the struggle and they both fell to the floor.

Anthony saw this and went to help, but Y/N quickly got to his feet where he grabbed a bottle and charged at his brother. He smashed it across his head and knocked him down.

Sam had gotten up and ran off, leaving Richie on the floor. Anthony was down too and groaning, but before he can keep attacking...he heard the grunts of Tara.

He ran out of the kitchen and saw her fighting with Amber in the living room. She hit Tara in the face and pushed her over the sofa.

Y/N immediately ran to Amber and grabbed her.

"Fucking bitch!" Y/N seethed as he wrapped his hands around her neck.

The 6-foot-1 teenager started choking the girl with ease. Amber was losing breath by the second until Y/N was pulled off of her. Anthony shoved and then pinned him to the wall.

Amber coughed and caught her breath before leaving. The two brothers continued fighting as Y/N tried to get Anthony off of him. He landed a couple of body shots and the psycho twin let out a grunt.

Anthony countered with a knee to his abdomen and then a headbutt. He threw the dazed Y/N against the television and he fell to the ground.

Y/N groaned and looked up to see Anthony about to drop the TV on him. He quickly rolled out of the way as it hit the floor and then kicked Anthony's knee.

"Argh! Fuck!"

Anthony grimaced and immediately pulled out his Buck 120 knife. He stabbed down at Y/N but he rolled out of the way again and quickly got to his feet.

There was a standoff between them in the small living room. Anthony looked at Y/N with frenzied eyes as he frequently flinched forward with the knife and tried to throw his twin's focus off.

He finally attacked and thrust his knife at Y/N. The teenager stepped back and avoided it. Anthony then swiped it a couple of times but he was able to react and weave away.

"Stand still, motherfucker!" Anthony exclaimed.

Y/N avoided another thrust and then punched Anthony across the face. He stumbled back and held his jaw.

"Starting wide receiver." Y/N said. "You train to be quick."

Anthony grunted and charged at Y/N, stabbing the knife down toward his face. Y/N blocked it and kept his wrists back, but Anthony added more pressure and ended up stabbing his shoulder.

"Ahh!"

Anthony then used his weight to push Y/N down and then pin him to the floor. He took the knife out of his shoulder and tried to stab his face again. Y/N tried to keep the blade away as well as get out of his hold.

"Shoulda been a wrestler, dawg." Anthony grunted.

Y/N immediately dug one of his thumbs into his eye. Anthony yelled out in pain.

"Ain't no ref here to stop this." Y/N shot back.

Anthony's grip loosened and it allowed Y/N to push him off, also causing him to drop the knife. He was on his side but Y/N immediately punched him and pinned him to the floor.

Despite that, Anthony's training prevailed and he ended up flipping Y/N over and getting on top of him again. The twin laughed.

"You're not going to fuck up our ending!" He shouted.

Anthony moved his hands to his neck and tightened them. He began choking Y/N until he was suddenly stabbed in the shoulder.

Tara was behind Anthony, having retrieved the knife he dropped. He groaned in pain but immediately backhanded the girl hard, sending her to the floor.

Y/N coughed and caught his breath. Anthony went over to pick up his knife and grabbed Tara.

Tara grunted. "Tony—"

"Shut the fuck up!"

Y/N looked up and saw Anthony holding Tara with his knife in his hand. He started making his way to the back door.

"Tony!" Y/N exclaimed.

He made it outside. Y/N looked to his right and saw Judy Hicks's gun that Amber had dropped when Y/N grabbed her earlier. He picked it up and quickly went outside too.

Anthony still had one arm around her chest and the other held the knife to her neck. He spoke to her.

"Him? Really? But you never saw me? We literally look the fucking same!"

"Let her go, Tony." Y/N said, holding aiming the gun at him.

"No! You don't get to save the day and get the girl! This is my movie! I deserve my ending!"

"Who gives a fuck about movies!?" Y/N shouted.

"I do!"

"Well, then you are lost."

Anthony kept holding the knife at Tara's neck. He paused for a moment.

"Did you just quote Revenge of the Sith?"

Y/N scoffed and took a step forward. "Enough with that shit!"

Anthony reacted by taking a step back and bringing the tip of the knife closer to her neck. Tara was silent through all of it.

"You don't get it." Anthony said. "It's in our blood. We have to carry on the legacy. Mickey's legacy. The requels need it."

Y/N shook his head, still refusing to believe how delusional his twin brother was. Anthony continued.

"We shed blood, Y/N. Dad did it. Dylan did. I did. You will too. Deep inside...you know you want to."

"I told you, Tony. We're not like that. I'm not like that! I'm no killer."

Anthony laughed.

"You keep telling yourself that. I heard what you said in that call yesterday, how you'd kill Ghostface once you find out who they are. I heard the malice in your voice when you thought Amber killed me. I saw the look in your eye when I told you what I did to Tara and when I killed Dad. I see it now, still."

Y/N glared but didn't say a word. Anthony kept smiling menacingly.

"We all have our breaking point, brother." He added, then glanced at Tara. "And soon we'll see yours."

Y/N's heart rate spiked. He immediately feared that Anthony would stab Tara through the neck right then and there. The twin chuckled and looked at the girl in his grasp.

"Hope you had fun through all of this, Tara." He said. "I always wanted to stick something in you...guess it had to be the knife."

Tara kept staring at Y/N as she was being held by Anthony. She wasn't scared and had a stoic expression.

"I haven't had my fun yet." She said.

Anthony arched a brow. Immediately, the girl brought her fist down and hit the teenager in the groin hard. He let out a grunt and Tara broke free from his grasp.

Because of her hurt leg, she only took a few steps before falling. Anthony seethed his teeth and gripped his knife.

"Argh...you bitch!"

Before he can step toward her, Y/N immediately fired the gun twice and hit him in the chest. Anthony fell on his back and groaned in pain.

He let out a shuddered breath after the act. Y/N couldn't believe he had just shot his brother. He looked on and was in a trance.

The grunts of Tara snapped him out of it and he quickly went over to her. He moved some hair off her face.

"You okay?" He asked.

She simply nodded. Y/N carefully helped her to her feet and kept her stable by having her hold on to him.

The twin kept groaning in pain and bleeding from his gunshot wounds. Y/N and Tara went up to Anthony who in turn looked up at them.

"Wh—What a twist...you did...you did it. You killed me." He coughed. "Mickey was right...history repeats itself."

Y/N didn't respond. Anthony weakly laughed as blood came out of his mouth.

"You—you'll carry...on the—the legacy, right? For the Altieri's?"

The teenager stared at Anthony, his expression unwavering. He finally responded.

"Guess we'll find out in the next installment."

He shot Anthony twice more in the chest. The twin jolted with the impact and immediately went limp. Y/N let out an exhale.

"Sucks you won't be able to see it." He finished.

There was a beat. Tara finally spoke.

"They...uh...say that they always come back. You got to shoot them in the head."

Y/N quickly shot him another time in the middle of the chest for good measure. He lowered the gun.

"I don't believe in that shit." He replied.

Meanwhile, Sam was inside having just killed Richie with multiple stabs and slicing his throat. Sidney and Gale joined her, having just dealt with Amber themselves by shooting and burning her alive.

"Careful." Sidney told Sam. "They always come back."

Sam took the pistol from Gale and quickly shot the dead Richie twice in the chest and then the head. Gale nodded.

"Okay, then."

Suddenly, a scarred and burned Amber came out of the kitchen screaming with a knife in hand. She went at the three women but was immediately shot in the head and killed.

They looked to where the shot came from and saw Tara and Y/N by the doorway. The girl had the gun in hand.

"I still prefer The Babadook." She remarked.

Sam immediately limped toward her sister and they embraced. They teared up and Sam brushed her hair.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Tara nodded. "Are you good?"

"Mm-hmm."

They continued hugging. Y/N exhaled and leaned against the wall, now holding his first knife wound since it was starting to hurt. Sam parted and looked at Y/N.

"Anthony's dead." Tara told her sister. "Y/N saved me."

"More like you saved me." Y/N replied.

"We saved each other, then."

They shared a smile. Sam did as well and looked back at Y/N.

"Thank you." She said.

Y/N simply nodded. They suddenly heard faint groans from the living room and he went to go see. It was Mindy, who was still by the wall holding her injury.

"Shit..." Y/N grunted and knelt beside her. "How bad is it?"

"On a scale of 1 to 10?" She replied. "69."

Y/N let out a weak chuckle. Mindy tried to make light of the situation despite being hurt.

"I had a front-row seat to all of it." She added. "You really were kicking his ass."

"Yeah..." He said.

"Until he was kicking your ass."

"Yeah." He said again.

Her weak smile soon fell. Y/N took notice and the girl spoke.

"Is...is Chad r—really dead?" She stammered, trying to hold back a sob.

Y/N wasn't sure but didn't want to offer any false hope. He just shook his head and looked down.

"I'm sorry."

Mindy looked down as well and gradually began to cry. Y/N held her hand and she accepted it. The two were greatly saddened to have lost their friend and brother, respectively.

Tara came in as well. She slowly sat beside Mindy and touched her shoulder.

"They're on their way." She told them, mentioning the cops and paramedics.

Suddenly, Y/N heard someone shout his name. It sounded like Sidney. He got up and left the girls and went into the kitchen.

There, both Sidney and Gale were beside a now untied Marco on the floor. They held a rag to his wound...and he could see that he was still breathing. Y/N's eyes widened.

"Dad..."

He immediately went up to them and knelt beside Marco. The father was happy to see his son.

"...Y/N."

"Help is on the way, Marco." Gale told him.

Sidney added. "You'll be okay."

"I know." Marco said weakly with a nod. "Gotta be alive for the requel's sequel right."

The three legacy characters shared a chuckle. The teenager put his hands over the rag.

"I got it." He told Sidney.

She nodded and stepped away with Gale, giving Y/N a moment with his father. The boy looked down and softly smiled.

"Everything okay?" He asked Y/N.

He nodded, tears welling in his eyes. "Yeah...yeah. Everything is fine now."

"...Anthony?"

Y/N's smile fell upon hearing the question. He simply shook his head and Marco knew what his son possibly had to do. He teared up as well, not only because he has now lost two sons...but because of what Y/N had to endure.

"I'm—I'm so sorry you had to do it."

There was a beat before Y/N responded.

"You did it to protect those you cared about. I did the same. Because that's was good people like us do."

Marco weakly smiled. Y/N reached out and grabbed onto his hand and gripped it. The two living Altieri's, L/N's, laid there in silence.

"I love you, buddy." Marco said.

Y/N smiled back. "I love you too, Dad."

The authorities arrived. They rolled out Mindy, Marco, and Tara on stretchers. They also had Chad, who was still unconscious and in critical condition.

Sam, Sidney, Gale, and Y/N were the only ones who were stable enough to not be admitted into ambulances. Y/N was with Marco and was joined by one of the older women.

"Starting to see why you left." Marco told Sidney.

"Consider yourself lucky. Had to go through four of these things."

"No, thank you." Y/N chimed in.

"Yeah, the sequel remark I made was a joke." Marco added.

They shared a laugh. Sidney looked at Marco and then at Y/N.

"Your kid is strong. I see where he gets it from." She said.

Y/N looked at his dad on the stretcher and smiled. Sidney continued.

"You two our survivors. And that takes a lot."

"Yeah." Marco said softly.

Sidney smiled before finally bidding the two farewell. "Take care of yourselves."

She soon left and joined Gale. Y/N looked to her left and saw Sam with Tara by another ambulance. Marco took notice.

"Go on. Go with them." He said.

Y/N turned to him. "What?"

"We're going to the same hospital anyway. Go with your girlfriend."

There was slight reluctance. He didn't want to leave his dad and only close family member alone, especially after what happened.

"I'll be fine." Marco added, giving his son reassurance. "Don't worry about me."

Y/N softly smiled and clasped his father's hand. They shared a nod before Y/N walked off.

Sam had gone to speak with Sidney and Gale by the time Y/N reached Tara. The EMT was still strapping her onto the stretcher.

"Hey." Y/N greeted.

She smiled. "Hey."

He rested his hands on the bar of the gurney. He stood there in silence for a bit before speaking again.

"So...you think Mrs. Brunson will give us an extension on the project?"

Tara laughed. Y/N chuckled as well.

"I'd hope so. You think being a part of a grand scheme by three serial killers is a good enough excuse?" She asked.

He shrugged. "Maybe we can write it on a note or something."

Y/N smile slightly fell and he reached out to grasp her hand, holding it.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this." He said. "You didn't deserve it."

"None of us did." She replied. "I'm...sorry about your brothers."

Y/N nodded and looked down. He rubbed the top of her hand.

"They both tried proving a point. That...that we're supposed to be killers. That we're supposed to like it." He said. "I kept denying it...but I—I'm not sure what to think anymore."

"Did you?" She asked.

"Hmm?"

"Did you...like it?"

Y/N paused. He recalled the moment he put down Anthony and how he did it so nonchalantly. Once he put those bullets into him...he felt elation. He was proud that he finally took him out.

"I was glad that I stopped him. That I stopped him from hurting any more people." He replied, trying to spin his reason into better light. "From hurting you."

Tara listened to him. Y/N kept holding her hand.

"I love you." He finally said.

It was one of the few times he's said that in the few months they've dated. It brought a smile to Tara's face and she also teared up.

"I love you too." She said.

With that, he leaned in and kissed her. They were there for a few seconds before the EMT came back and they quickly parted.

"Uh...we gotta go now." He told them. "If you don't mind..."

"I'm going with you." Y/N told Tara, who simply nodded.

The EMTs carried the stretcher into the ambulance and Y/N went in after. Before the doors could close, Sam arrived.

"You're not going anywhere without me." She told Tara and went inside too. "Gotta keep an eye on you two, you know."

Y/N shook his head and chuckled. Sam looked back at Tara and held out her hand.

"Don't worry. I'm gonna hold your hand all the way there."

Tara smiled and held Sam's hand. The older sister smiled back and the ambulance soon made its way out of the neighborhood.