WES HAD GOTTEN out of the shower. He thought he heard his mom come home already, which was weird since she just left to go pick up dinner.

"Mom?" He called out.

There was no response. He assumed he must've heard wrong. Wes came out of the shower and started drying himself off.

He looked at his phone and saw that he got a missed call from Judy. Wes tried calling back but he got no answer. He shrugged it off and went on to change.

Wes walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. He grabbed a few plates from the cupboard and condiments from the pantry and set them up on the island.

As he was putting ice cubes in a cup, he heard the front door open. He stopped and turned around.

"Mom?" Wes called out.

The teenager brushed off his hands and went to the hallway. He saw the door ajar but no one in his immediate surroundings.

He called out again. "Mom?"

Wes slowly went up to the door, expecting someone to come in as he did. He held the doorknob and stayed there, deciding if he wanted to look outside or not.

Ultimately, he chose not to and shut the door. He locked it with the deadbolt and let out a sigh before turning around.

Before him was Ghostface. Wes screamed and fell backward against the door as the Killer swung their knife at him.

Wes held their arm back. Ghostface grabbed the knife with both hands and tried to stab him. The teenager reached for the taser on the counter nearby to no avail.

"Fuck...you!" Wes exclaimed.

Ghostface grunted and kept pressing the knife toward him. Wes couldn't keep them at bay any longer...and the masked killer succeeded in stabbing the blade into his neck.

Wes gurgled as the knife went through his jugular. Blood seeped through his wound and mouth and he slid against the door as his body went limp...all while Ghostface stared at him.

With Judy having been dealt with earlier outside, the death of Wes fulfilled their goal of eliminating the two.

They pulled the knife out of his neck and wiped off the blood. Ghostface soon dashed out of the household.

• • •

Y/N WOKE UP from his nap on the living room couch. After his time at Chad and Mindy's, he had gone straight home and rested to try and get his mind off the current situation.

In the kitchen, Marco was trying to call the mental facility Dylan was at. He'd been dialing for quite some time now but they weren't answering.

Anthony came into the house. He placed his keys on the counter nearby and Y/N turned to see him.

"Hey, sleepy head." His brother remarked.

"Where were you?" Y/N asked.

The young man rubbed the back of his neck. "With Amber."

Y/N raised a brow. "Since when do you hang out with Amber?"

"Well, seeing as we're dealing with a crazy killer, I thought I'd try my luck before my possible demise. Liv is with Chad. Obviously, Tara is with you. Mindy is lesbian. So—"

"Okay, I get it." Y/N interjected. "You do you, player."

Anthony peeked into the kitchen and saw his dad still on the phone not having noticed that he just came in.

"What's up, Dad?"

Marco looked up from his smartphone. "Oh. Hey."

"Who you...?"

"Don't worry about it." Marco quickly said, not wanting to alarm them.

Anthony shrugged and made his way toward the stairs. Y/N took out his phone and texted the group chat he was in with Wes and Chad.

Up for some Madden?

He waited for a response. Usually, Wes would be the one to reply rather quickly, but nothing came up. After a few minutes, Chad finally texted back.

Dude turn on the news

Why?

Police are at Wes's house

Y/N did as told and turned on the television. He tuned into the news and saw that they were reporting on a double homicide at the Hicks residence.

Immediately, he knew that it was Wes and his mom. The amount of police presence told him all he needed to know as they now had to deal with the murder of their sheriff.

Marco and Anthony heard the television and went into the living room where Y/N was. They recognized the street and house on the screen.

Anthony pointed. "Is that—?"

"He got Wes." Y/N said, staring at the TV.

"Son of a bitch..." Marco muttered.

"What Mindy said earlier about us being safe...that was bullshit!" Anthony exclaimed. "What the fuck?"

Marco immediately went back to his phone and dialed again. Knowing that one of his sons' close friends was murdered now worried him that they might've got to Dylan.

Y/N shook his head and looked down, rubbing his face. He'd known Wes for so long and now he was dead. He started to fear that the Killer would keep going after everyone he knew, despite the rules, and leave him for last.

Anthony noticed Marco in a frantic state as he kept dialing in his phone.

"Who are you calling, Dad?"

Marco didn't reply, continuing to call another time. Anthony tried again.

"Dad—"

"That motherfucker called me earlier today." He finally admitted. "Threatened to kill Dylan. I'm trying to see what the hell is going on up there."

Y/N overheard and turned around. Anthony glanced at him and then looked back at his father. Marco was sent to voicemail again and he slammed the phone on the counter.

"He's probably okay." Anthony calmly told him. "We gotta trust the people there, right? That they'll protect him?"

"I don't know..." Marco muttered.

As bleak as Y/N was recently, he didn't want to think that his older brother was dead. Sure, he was a mass murderer, but he was still family. He wanted to offer the same optimism as Anthony.

"He should be fine. Dylan's probably safer than all of us right now." Y/N said.

Marco looked up at his sons. He decided to calm down a bit and accept the words they gave him. He needed some solace.

"I just don't want to lose you guys...you know?" Marco replied lowly.

Y/N got up from the sofa and went over to his dad. He held his shoulder and gripped it.

"We aren't going nowhere." He reassured him.

Marco smiled and nodded at Y/N. Anthony decided to chime in.

"You're mistaken if you think that asshole can take us. Come on..." He pointed at himself. "Star wrestler right here."

Y/N chuckled. Anthony pointed at his brother too.

"Third string WR."

"I said I'm a starter." Y/N butted.

"Yeah, yeah."

Y/N looked back at the television. "I should probably go over there."

"Bro, what?" Anthony reacted.

"What?"

"You going to the crime scene? That's like...the biggest way to incriminate yourself. A percentage of murderers always go back to the crime scene."

Y/N looked back at him and arched a brow. Anthony clarified.

"Not saying you did it, man. I just don't want the cops to think so."

The twin ended up agreeing. He looked back at the TV screen and shook his head.

"Fuck, man..." He muttered. "Wes didn't deserve this. Neither did his mom."

"Hopefully now that the entire damn police force is involved they can stop him." Anthony replied. "If not..."

Y/N nodded. "Then we'll have to figure out a way ourselves."

Y/N was in his room on his laptop. He was scrolling through Twitter and his timeline was filled with locals talking about recent events.

One of the tweets he saw was from Amber. She announced to her friends and classmates that she was having a memorial function in remembrance of Wes. It sounded weird to him and out of the blue.

At that moment, Anthony opened his door and peeked in. He had his phone in hand and pointed at it.

"You see Amber's—?"

"Yeah." Y/N replied. "She setting this all up now?"

Anthony nodded. "She just called me. Personally invited the both of us, since you know...we both knew Wes pretty well."

Y/N didn't respond initially and looked at the tweet again. He looked at the replies and saw a few people he knew saying they'd go...one of which was Chad. If he was going then Mindy and Liv were likely going too.

"I don't know..." Y/N breathed out and sat back on his chair.

Anthony came into the room and went up to his desk. "I think it's pretty cool. Gotta...have time to wind down amidst all this bullshit."

"There isn't a good time to wind down nowadays." Y/N shot back.

Anthony crossed his arms. "Not if you keep telling yourself that."

Y/N sighed. He shook his head.

"Nah. You could go though." He said. "I'll...probably go see how Tara's doing tonight."

Anthony groaned and rolled his eyes. Y/N took notice and shot a look at him.

"What?" Y/N asked.

"Nothing." Anthony replied with a shrug.

"No. Say it. What?"

"Look, what happened was horrible. But she's recovering. She's doing fine. You just gotta...let it run its course. You don't gotta worry all the time."

Y/N kept sitting back, staring at his brother. He turned the chair a bit and faced him.

"That son of a bitch went after her and stabbed her seven times because I decided to think about myself. I don't want to make that mistake again."

Anthony let out an exhale and stood quiet. He scratched the back of his neck and looked to the side.

"See it this way...and I say this with the utmost respect..." He began. "She's safer the farthest she is from you."

Y/N arched a brow. Anthony held out his hands and quickly clarified.

"At least right now. He went after Wes. So if he's doing the opposite of what Mindy said...then we're probably next. So if you go over there he'll just have a better opportunity to take her out too."

Y/N listened to his brother's reasoning. He let out a quiet sigh and looked back at the computer. Anthony continued.

"So...just let her rest, we go the party where there'll be a lot of people, and then we go see Tara in the morning when the sun is out. Sound good?"

He took a moment to process it before ultimately agreeing. Anthony smirked and lightly punched the side of his arm.

"All right!" He cheered. "And we'll finally have fun for once. For Wes."

Y/N nodded and lightly smiled. He thought it would indeed be for the best to celebrate his late friend's life in a way.

"Yeah...for Wes."

• • •

BACK AT THE hospital, Tara was in her room watching television. She had the entire floor to herself because of the attack on Sam the day before. The only thing that made her feel somewhat safe was the presence of an officer in the lobby outside.

Suddenly, she heard a thud outside. Tara looked toward the open door.

"Hello?" She called out.

There was no response. She tried again.

"Hello?"

It was still quiet. She would've assumed the officer outside would've called back out or gone to check on her. She sat there in silence and the heart rate monitor she was connected to rapidly beeped.

"Fuck this." She muttered.

Tara removed the wires that hooked her to the machine and took off the tubes from her nose. She carefully, but uncomfortably, got off her bed and sat in the wheelchair.

"Fuck!" She grunted.

Everything still hurt for her. He right leg was in a cast and her left hand was still bandaged. She tried rolling herself toward the door but each little movement made her sob in pain.

The lights suddenly shut off along with the entire power of the building. Tara stopped for a moment and took a heavy breath in before making her way to the door.

There was nobody in the hallway. Everything was quiet until her cell phone on the counter rang and startled her. She decided not to pick it up and rolled herself down the hall.

She groaned with every movement of her arms. Tara made it to the receptionist's desk and expected to see the officer. Tara covered her mouth and looked on in shock.

He was there...but was on the ground having just had his throat slit. He gurgled in his blood before finally dying.

She continued sobbing and rolled over to get his gun. Tara moved his hand aside but saw that he didn't have it anymore. Suddenly, she heard the sound of the stairwell door and feared it was the Killer on their way.

Tara quickly rolled herself into a nearby storage room and shut the door. She reached for the landline and tried calling the police, but had to stop upon hearing footsteps approaching.

She kept quiet, whimpering as she hoped they would pass by. The door suddenly opened, and the first thing she did was hit the person on the head with the phone.

"Ow! Ugh!" Richie held his head and stumbled. "Goddamn it!"

"Richie?" Tara asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Sam called. She said that...you were in trouble." He replied. "Did you hit me with the phone?"

Suddenly, Ghostface appeared behind Richie. Tara's eyes widened and she shouted.

"Look out!"

Ghostface slashed his arm and tried to stab him. Richie held them back as best he could before the Killer grabbed his head and slammed him against the door, knocking him out.

They slowly turned toward the defenseless Tara. She immediately dropped a machine onto Ghostface and knocked them to the ground, allowing her to roll herself out of the room, albeit slowly.

Tara made her gradual escape. Unfortunately, Ghostface recovered quickly enough and stepped out into the hall, staring at her.

Suddenly, Richie's phone rang. Ghostface bent down and took it out of the unconscious man's pocket. Before answering it, they toggled their voice changer.

"Richie!" Sam exclaimed. "Are you at the hospital?"

"Hello, Samantha."

"No."

Ghostface held his knife as he slowly followed Tara down the hall.

"Richie can't come to the phone right now. He's finding out what happens to people who stick their noses in business that doesn't concern them."

"Please don't hurt him."

"I'll tell you what. You can choose. I'll only kill one."

"What? Tara!"

"Who do you want to hear die?"

"No, please. I'm begging you. Please don't hurt them."

"Really? You can't save your own sister? All you have to do is say, Kill Richie."

Ghostface reached Tara's wheelchair and pushed her off of it. She fell to the floor but kept crawling toward the elevator.

Sam heard her sister's cries.

"No! Tara! Don't touch her. Please, please, please, I'm begging you."

"Or say, Kill Tara, and I'll make sure to hit all the organs I missed last time."

"Fuck you!" Tara exclaimed.

"I'm begging you. Please don't hurt her." Sam pleaded.

"Last chance to save one. Choose."

"Why are you doing this?"

"You want to know why, Sam? Maybe it's because you're a selfish bitch who can't even make a decision to save the life of someone you love. Maybe you're too weak for this franchise."

"Maybe you're right." Sam replied with a sob, but quickly changed her tone. "Or maybe I'm just stalling for time, fuckhead."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Sam was with Dewey and the former deputy fired his gun at Ghostface. They quickly scurried off.

"I'll get Richie." Dewey said and ran to him.

Sam went to help her sister. "Tara!"

Tara groaned in pain as she was helped to her feet. Dewey picked up Richie who had just come to.

"Come on, Richie. It's okay. I got you. It's gonna be all right." Dewey then called out to the Carpenters. "Get the elevator—"

Suddenly, Ghostface crashed through a window and pinned Dewey against a wall. They tried stabbing him but he was keeping the knife away while trying to shoot.

Dewey ended up pinning Ghostface to another wall and ultimately flipped the Killer over his back. They countered by tripping Dewey and knocking the gun out of his hands.

Ghostface got on top of Dewey and tried stabbing him in the face. The shocked sisters and Richie looked on not knowing what to do.

"Not...today!" Dewey grunted.

He grabbed Ghostface's head and headbutted them, knocking them off of Dewey. He immediately went from his revolver nearby and aimed it at Ghostface right when they got up.

Dewey fired three times, all of them hitting Ghostface in the chest. They fell back and crashed into the display case before falling limp against it.

The former officer got up and joined the rest by the elevator. They waited for it to open and they all entered, but Dewey kept the doors open.

"The head." He said.

"What?" Richie asked.

"You have to shoot 'em in the head, or they always come back."

Dewey got out but Sam exclaimed.

"Dewey! Who gives a fuck?"

He replied as the doors closed. "I do."

"No! Dewey!"

He ignored the shouts and walked down the hall, reloading his revolver. Dewey kept his eye on the killer's body as he neared it.

Dewey towered over the downed Ghostface and aimed the gun at his head. But before he can fire...his cell phone rang.

It was a minor distraction, but it allowed Ghostface the opportunity to jump up and stab Dewey in the stomach.

He grunted in pain. Ghostface didn't say a word as they then proceeded to take out a second knife and stab him in the back. Dewey let out a pained yell.

"Yes, today." Ghostface finally spoke.

They dragged both knives up his body, gutting him. Blood splattered on the floor and came out of his mouth.

Dewey fell to his knees and looked down, seeing that the call was coming from Gale Weathers. Knowing his time was up, her contact photo was the last thing he wanted to see.

"It's an honor."

Ghostface pulled the knives out and kicked Dewey's body to the floor. The legacy figure was now dead and the killer was content with his accomplishment.

• • •

TARA WAS MOVED to another floor in the hospital. Sam had just spoken with Gale and apologized for what happened with Dewey. Sidney Prescott arrived too and the older Carpenter sister gave them their time to mourn.

Sam was in her sister's room sitting at the foot of her bed.

"How you feeling?" She asked Tara.

"Every time I get attacked, they give me better painkillers." She replied with a smile. "So there's that."

There was a beat before Sam replied. "I'm sorry."

"For what? You saved my life."

"For not telling you sooner. For being the reason Dad left."

"You're not the reason Dad left." Tara said. "You didn't choose where you came from or who you came from. I don't blame you for that. I blame you for leaving me too."

"That's never gonna happen again." Sam reassured her.

"I know. But why didn't you come to me back then? I could've helped."

"Because...I was scared."

"Of what?"

"I was scared that I would turn out just like him. So I ran. To protect you. From me."

"Sam..." Tara teared up. "You could never be like him."

Sam did as well. She sniffled and held her hand.

"You're so high right now."

Tara agreed. "I'm so high right now. I'm not even gonna lie."

The sisters shared a laugh. Sam scooted closer to Tara.

"I love you." She said.

Tara smiled. "I love you too."

The sisters had their moment and were glad to have reconciled.

"So what do we do now?" Tara asked.

"What nobody ever does in these situations...we're gonna get the fuck out of Woodsboro."

Sam and Tara were in the car with Richie. The older Carpenter sister was just in a heated exchange with Sidney and Gale back at the hospital on what they should do.

While they wanted to take down Ghostface for good, Sam wanted to just leave Woodsboro with her sister. She didn't want to deal with any of it anymore.

"I left a message for Mom I told her where we're going." Sam told Tara in the backseat.

"Can I use your phone?" She asked.

"Why?"

"I—I want to call Y/N."

Sam turned to Richie, who gave a look back. Tara noticed their silence and glances.

"What?" She asked them.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Sam replied.

"Why not? I want him to know where we're going."

Richie chimed in. "I agree with your sister. And thinking back at what your friend said...not sure who we can trust."

"You don't really believe he has something to do with this?"

Sam looked back at her.

"I—I don't know. I just can't take that chance.  I'm not sure how he's like now and—and the fact he's Dylan's brother and an Altieri—"

Tara was taken aback by her remark. She found it kind of hypocritical bearing the fact she was a Loomis.

"He is not like them." Tara sternly said. "He's battled so hard for people not to think of him that way...so please don't do the same."

The older sister glanced at Richie again but this time he simply kept his eyes on the road. Sam exhaled.

"Okay...we'll call him later. Okay?"

Tara thought it was better than nothing and accepted it. She started looking through her bag for her inhaler.

"You good back there?"

Tara was struggling to find it. "Fuck, where is it?"

"Where's what?" Sam asked.

"My inhaler. I usually keep an extra one."

"Should we go back?"

"Whoa. Okay." Richie reacted. "I vote for not going back to the murder hospital."

"You want to stop at a pharmacy?" Sam asked her.

"I'd need a prescription. But I left an extra one at Amber's. Her house is on the way."

Richie shook his head and turned to Sam. "No...no. No, no, no."

"I'd be in and out."

"You think you could you hold out till Modesto?" Sam asked.

Tara shook her head and took a breath. "I don't think so."

"Okay, what's the address?"

"123 No Fucking Way Lane." Richie exclaimed.

"Richie, she needs it." Sam butted.

"And I need to keep all the blood inside my body. So do you."

"Richie, please." Tara pleaded.

Richie exhaled and glanced at his girlfriend. He reluctantly accepted the task.

"Okay, yeah. Fuck. Okay. What's the goddamn address?"

• • •

THE PARTY WENT on. Multicolored lights lit the rooms and music filled the house as the partygoers talked and drank.

Chad held out a shot glass and had one of his classmates fill it with booze. He handed it to Y/N and filled another.

"Keep pouring, Wheeler. Thank you."

He then turned to the people gathered in the room and held up the glass.

"Hey. To Wes!"

"To Wes!" Everyone responded.

"Beautiful son of a bitch." Chad muttered and took the shot.

Y/N exhaled. "To you, buddy."

He took his shot as well. Chad pat his friend's back as Amber immediately came into the dining room.

"Shots, really?" Amber took the glass away from Chad. "This is supposed to be a memorial."

"Well, this is how I mourn and distract myself from the looming specter of Death."

Mindy came in next and spoke to Amber. "Hey, we're low on beer."

"There's more in the basement." She replied. "I'll go get some."

Amber left to go get the refreshments. Chad and Y/N went into the living room where other people were at. Anthony was among them talking to a couple of his wrestling teammates.

"Poor bastard, man." Chad muttered, thinking of Wes. "Didn't deserve what happened to him."

"He really didn't." Y/N said, then paused. "I guess the people that did were Carlos and Vince."

"Oh, I wholeheartedly agree."

"Real douchebags, huh?"

"Yeah. If it wasn't for Dewey back at the bar I would've knocked Vince on his ass."

Y/N chuckled. "Okay."

"I'm serious." Chad butted.

"Bro, once he pulled that knife out and I knew your life flashed before your eyes."

"Fuck you, man."

Y/N looked at Chad. They stayed quiet before laughing together. He pat the young man's back.

"I would've had your back anyway if it came to it." Y/N told him.

Chad nodded. He thought back at the times he backed up Y/N and was appreciative that he was willing to do the same.

"On and off the field." Chad said, pointing at himself and then at Y/N. "Connected."

Y/N chuckled. "For sure."

Later on, they split up. Y/N had joined his brother by the staircase where other people were at drinking and talking.

"I gotta tell you something." Anthony said loudly because of the blaring music...and that he was a bit buzzed.

"What?" Y/N asked.

"I think I really have a chance with Amber."

"What?"

"Yeah! We shared those looks. She's been talking to me a lot here. I think I do have a chance."

Y/N chuckled and pat his shoulder. "You do you, man."

"Just imagine! Double dates with us. You with Tara."

"Nah. A date with you? That just spells disaster."

They shared a laugh. Suddenly, they saw what seemed to be an angry Liv storming passed them toward the door. Y/N arched a brow.

"Uh, oh." Anthony laughed. "Looks like the the Chad Man pissed his girl off."

"And I thought he was smooth." Y/N replied with a chuckle. "I'ma go see what's up."

The teenager left and went to the living room. Anthony watched as he left, then looked back toward the door that Liv went out of.

His smile fell before making his way out as well.

Mindy and Chad sat in the living room watching the first Stab movie. It was mostly Mindy though, as Chad was still trying to text Liv. Y/N sat on the other sofa, drinking a beer and occasionally listening to the film.

"Okay." Chad mumbled and got up.

"Don't do it." Mindy said. "Don't go outside after her."

"She's not texting me back."

"Because she's probably dead."

"Jesus, Mindy." Y/N reacted.

Chad scoffed and started putting on his letterman jacket. "That's my girlfriend, and I love her."

"Was your girlfriend." She butted.

"You're just gonna sit and watch a movie about our uncle getting stabbed?"

Y/N cut in. "Well, that wasn't until the second movie."

Chad was taken aback by his reply as he thought Y/N had never seen Stab 2. Mindy wasn't offended but rather proud of his movie knowledge.

"Ah! The Altieri spawn knows!" She exclaimed.

Y/N chuckled and high-fived the girl. He was cheerier than usual because of the few beers he already had.

"Unbelievable." Chad muttered.

Mindy turned to Chad. "Besides, it calms me down, okay? I'm also gonna smoke some weed and possibly hook up with Frances."

She glanced at the girl sitting on the other sofa and smirked. Chad exhaled.

"Have fun." He said then pointed at the buzzed Y/N. "Try your best and make sure nobody puts a knife in my sister's back."

Y/N held up his bottle. "You can count on me, broski."

Before he can leave, Mindy called out.

"Oh, my God, at least take some sort of weapon."

He grabbed a candlestick from the counter and held it. "Here you go."

Chad soon left. Mindy looked back at Y/N who took another sip of beer. She scoffed at the idea that she needed someone to watch her.

"You know I don't need—"

"Yup, I know." Y/N simply said, getting up from the sofa. He looked at Frances and then at Mindy again. "I'll leave you to it."

Y/N exited the living room, leaving the two young women to have their moment alone.

Chad went outside. He suddenly got a text on his phone and saw that it was from Liv. She sent him a link from the Find My Fam app showing her location.

He chuckled. "What?"

On the map, he saw that she was pretty close to him. Chad stepped away from the patio and onto the lawn. As he got farther, he could hear the bushes rustling ahead.

"Liv?" He called out.

The beeping from his app kept pinging. The bushes continued rustling and he called out again.

"Liv?"

He neared the bush and saw on the app that Liv was face-to-face with him. Chad didn't want to believe that his girlfriend wanted to bang in the bushes so he decided it was best to leave.

"All right. Okay, yeah, no."

Chad put his phone away and turned around, where he was met with the presence of Ghostface.

The Killer brought the knife down at him but Chad parried the attack and brought their arm down. Unfortunately, it allowed Ghostface to change direction and stab him in the leg.

"Argh!" Chad screamed

Ghostface was about to attack again but Chad hit them in the face with the candlestick. They let out a grunt upon impact.

Chad tried pushing them into the bushes, but the Killer ended up standing his ground and shoving him back. Ghostface then tackled the 6-foot-2 quarterback and pinned him to the floor.

"Shit!" Chad grunted.

Ghostface raised the knife over their head. The teenager began pleading for his life.

"Whoa! Stop! Wait!"

They stabbed him in the stomach before turning him over and stabbing him repeatedly in the back and the side of his abdomen. Chad screamed out in pain.

Ghostface soon stopped upon seeing a car pull up to the driveway. They immediately ran off, leaving the maimed teenager bleeding on the lawn.

In the car were Richie, Tara, and Sam, who had just arrived at Amber's house. The man looked out and shook his head.

"Perfect. She's having a party. Who has a party in the middle of a killing spree? I'm aborting the plan."

"No, we're already here." Sam butted. "I'll go in quickly and get it. I'll be back in five."

"I'm coming too." Tara replied and started getting her crutches.

Richie rolled his eyes and shut off the car. "If you think I'm waiting out here just to get murdered, you're out of your mind."

The trio left the car and entered the house. Sam let her sister in first, where the partygoers noticed her and cheered.

"Tara!"

Immediately, Amber came out of the crowd. She went to hug her friend.

"What are you doing out of the hospital?" She asked. "Should you even be up and around?"

"I need my spare inhaler." Tara said.

"Why? Where are you going?"

Tara glanced at Sam, who shook her head and let her know not to say anything yet. She was already hesitant about telling Y/N later. Amber took notice of the stare.

"It's fine, don't tell me. I get it. Just be safe, okay?"

Amber turned around and shouted at the partygoers.

"All right, everyone! Thanks for coming, but the party's over! Time to go!"

"No!"

"But it's so early!"

Richie decided to play a part and help in getting them all out. He turned on all the lights.

"Hey, hey, hey! Hello! Can we cut the music, please?" He shouted, getting their attention.

He continued. "Hi...Gen Z. How are you? Both Sam and Tara here have been attacked by the killer twice. Now they're here, which makes this place a huge murder target, so...if I were you, I would probably leave."

A teenager threw a plastic cup at his head. Richie didn't react and everyone else booed him.

"Okay, I tried to be nice. Get the fuck out!" He exclaimed motioning them out the door. "Please get the fuck out. Sincerely, get the fuck out."

"Buzzkill!"

The partygoers started getting out through the front door as Richie ushered them out. At the same time, Y/N came out of the kitchen, having heard the commotion.

"Tara?" He called out upon seeing her.

"Y/N."

He went up to her and carefully embraced her. The teenager was surprised at her arrival.

"Wh—What happened? What are you doing here?"

Tara spoke lowly. "He attacked me at the hospital. We're leaving town."

Hearing that made Y/N feel that sense of dread he once had that night after Tara was first attacked. He told himself that he wouldn't allow that to happen again and was against coming to the party because of it.

He didn't want to make the mistake again.

"I'm coming with you." Y/N said.

On Tara's behalf, she wasn't sure if him directly sticking with them now was safe. She worried that Ghostface coming after her would lead to her boyfriend getting killed.

"I—I don't—"

"I'll go just to make sure you get out of here safe. Okay?"

She ended up agreeing. Sam overheard and was reluctant, but didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Amber peeked out of the room she was looking through and called out to Tara.

"Come on, help me find it."

Tara went over to Amber with her crutches with Sam following. Y/N stayed in the room with Richie, who shut the door once the final guests left.

"Crazy last few days, huh?" Richie remarked, trying to make conversation.

Y/N simply shrugged and didn't reply. Richie pointed at the other room.

"I'm...going to see if there's anything to drink."

He left Y/N. At the same time, Anthony came downstairs after finishing using the bathroom.

"Whoa! What the fuck happened to the party?" He asked.

Y/N called out as Anthony walked down the steps. "Tara and her sister are here."

"Shit. Really? Why?"

"They were attacked at the hospital." Y/N shot back. "I fucking told you, Tony! It didn't even fucking matter."

"Yo, yo, yo. Relax." Anthony tried calming him down.

"It ain't that easy."

Anthony, who still seemed to be a bit drunk, pat his back and lead him into the kitchen. There, Anthony started pouring some alcohol into a shot glass.

"Tony, I don't—"

"Come on, bro. Take one with me and let's chill."

"Anthony!" Y/N exclaimed. "You're drunk. You're drunk while that asshole is probably already here!"

His brother scoffed and simply handed Y/N a shot glass. He took it but slammed it back down on the counter. Anthony exhaled and put his down too.

"You know what I found out?" Anthony asked with a smirk.

"What?" Y/N replied.

"Amber told me. Who this house once belonged to. It's fucking crazy."

"Humor me."

Anthony chuckled and leaned over the table. "Stu Macher. Same house where the murders took place over twenty years ago. Crazy as hell, right?"

Y/N took in the information that he initially found useless. But as he pondered the thought...it began to click.

They were back at the original house and Billy Loomis's daughter had just arrived. If there was any place the Killer were to go to now...it would be here.

Suddenly, they heard screaming coming from the living room. It sounded like Mindy. Both Anthony and Y/N scrambled to where the commotion came from.

There, they saw Mindy on the ground against the wall bleeding. Sam was over here seemingly tending to her wounds.

"What the fuck?" Anthony exclaimed.

Amber and Tara came in next. Amber screamed upon seeing her injured friend.

"What did you do to her?" She shouted at Sam.

Sam shook her head. "Nothing."

"Oh, God. Mindy..." Tara reacted.

"No, I didn't do anything." Sam pleaded. "The killer, he..."

The crashing of glass startled them. Richie had come in and dropped the bottle of beer upon stumbling upon the scene.

"What the fuck?"

"Richie, where the fuck were you?" Sam asked.

"I went into the basement to get a beer."

"You went to the basement alone?" Anthony asked.

"I asked her to come with me!" He pointed at Mindy. "She said no!"

Suddenly, Liv came running in. She looked disheveled and was crying.

"Stay the fuck back." Amber exclaimed.

Liv saw Mindy bleeding. "Jesus Christ!"

"I was with Tara, but the rest of you were wandering around." Amber said and pointed fingers. "One of you is the fucking killer!"

"Fuck you, Amber." Liv seethed. "Fuck you!"

Sam looked at Liv and saw her hands stained with blood.

"Why is there blood on your hands?"

"What?" Liv gazed down at it. "I found Chad. I found Chad and he's..."

"Chad?" Y/N asked. "Wha-what?"

"You're fucking lying." Amber butted.

"No."

"You're the killer." Richie told Liv.

Anthony seemed convinced. "Holy fuck."

"No, I'm not." She replied.

"Liv, stop!" Amber spoke.

"Fuck you!"

"Liv, just stop!"

"Fuck you, Amber. I'm not the fucking killer!"

Amber's panicked look immediately disappeared and was replaced with one of nonchalance.

"I know."

Immediately, Amber took out a gun from her waistband and shot Liv in the head. Everyone in the room looked on in shock. Amber aimed the weapon at the rest.

"Welcome to Act Three."

"Run!" Richie yelled and pulled Sam with him.

Amber pointed it at Y/N and was about to shoot, but Tara grabbed her arm. She fired and it ended up hitting Y/N in the leg.

"Argh!" He grunted and fell to the floor.

Tara and Amber struggled. She ended up pushing away the crippled girl but was quickly confronted by an angry Anthony.

"Fuck you!"

He grabbed her and tried using his wrestling moves on her, pinning her to the wall. But...Amber had the obvious advantage: being armed with a weapon.

She fired twice amidst the struggle and hit him in the chest. Anthony immediately fell back and onto his stomach. Y/N witnessed all of it and cried out.

"No!"

Amber immediately grabbed Tara off the floor and left with her. Y/N grunted in pain as he tried to get up.

"You fucking bitch!" He shouted. "I'll kill you!"

The teenager stayed on the ground, attempting to crawl with his bleeding leg.

Sidney Prescott entered the home with her gun drawn. Amber had just feigned being a victim and shot at Gale, injuring her. She went in to take on the killer.

Her phone rang and she answered it. She knew who was calling but decided to pick it up nonetheless.

"Hello, Sidney."

"Hello there." She replied nonchalantly. "Where'd you go?"

"This isn't Amber. I'm the other one."

"Oh. There's two of you. Again. I've seen this movie before."

"Not this movie, Sidney. Oh, how wrong you are."

"You really need some new material."

Sidney went up the stairs and shot into a room through the door. She kept going.

"I got you here, didn't I?"

"You might actually be the most derivative one of all. I mean, Christ, the same house?"

"Maybe so. But you forgot the first rule of surviving a Stab movie. Never answer the—"

"I'm bored."

"Wait!"

Sidney immediately hung up and fired into a closet. She heard the yelp of a man and quickly opened the door.

It was Richie. He had his hand on his bullet wound but immediately held them up upon seeing the armed woman.

"What the fuck?"

"Put your hands up! Show me your hands!" She demanded. "What are you doing in there?"

"Hiding from murderers!" He shot back.

"I told you to come out!"

"I'm not gonna come out! You're shooting everything!"

Suddenly, Ghostface came out of another room and grabbed Sidney. Richie yelled out in panic.

"Holy shit, it's Ghostface!"

A struggle ensued between Sidney and Ghostface before the two went over the balustrade. They hit the floor on the lower level and the woman groaned.

The gun was nearby but Ghostface spotted it too. Richie was upstairs and saw the firearm as well.

"Richie! Gun." Sidney breathed out. "Get the gun."

The man limped down the stairs. "Kind of hard since you shot me in the leg."

Ghostface crawled toward the gun. Richie still gradually made his way down the stairs. Before the Killer could get their hands on it, Sam ran in and took it.

"Yes! Yes!" Richie cheered.

"Shoot him!" Sidney exclaimed.

Sam aimed the gun at Ghostface on the floor. Richie panted and reached his girlfriend downstairs.

"Thank God you're okay."

Out of nowhere, Sam was stabbed by Richie in the side. Sam grunted in pain and was about to fall, but the man held her up. She looked into the eyes of her boyfriend...the second killer.

"'Cause I really, really wanted to be the one to kill you."

Richie took the gun from her and aimed it at Sidney who was beginning to get up.

"Sit the fuck down, Prescott!" He shouted.

Ghostface got off the floor and took off their mask. It was Amber. She took the gun from Richie and kept it trained at Sidney.

The man took out Tara's inhaler and showed it to Sam.

"I can't believe this worked. I know. It's a bummer it's me." He pulled out a voice changer and spoke into it. "But it really was the best choice for the movie."

"This isn't a fucking movie!" Sam exclaimed.

"No. But it will be."

The two perpetrators took Sidney and Sam into the kitchen. They had them in there and kept their weapons trained on them.

"Now..." Richie began. "Where's—"

Suddenly, Amber was cracked in the back of the head by a shot glass by someone from the doorway. She stumbled and was quickly disarmed of her gun.

It was Y/N. He had wrapped his gunshot wound with a piece of his t-shirt. He held the gun at Richie and Amber who put their hands up.

"You..." Y/N breathed out and stared at Richie. "I had a feeling you were up to something."

Amber stepped closer. "Y/N—"

"Stay the fuck back, bitch!" He shouted. "I...I'm going to kill you for what you did."

As he kept the gun aimed at them, the sound of someone coming down the hallway got his attention. They called out as well.

"Y/N!" Anthony weakly exclaimed, limping toward him and even falling. "Y/N..."

"Tony!" Y/N quickly shot a glance before staring back at the killers. "Stay there, man! Let me—let me just take care of these..."

He slowly started getting up. "Where's...Tara?"

"She—she should be around here. I'll get her once —"

"I need to know!"

"I said I'll find her." Y/N shot back. "But why—?"

Y/N suddenly felt a sharp pain in his side. The grip on the gun loosened as his breath hitched upon the stabbing.

Anthony went for the gun and took it from him, his knife still impaled in his brother's side. It was poetic in a way...as it was the same spot Mickey had stabbed Marco those years ago.

Y/N slowly turned his head and looked into his twin's cold eyes.

"Because I want to kill the bitch myself."