𝑵𝒐 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒊𝒆 | 𝑬.𝑳.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

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"Ｔａ da." Bailey sings. "How could you?" I snarl. Ethan looks me right in the eye with a sympathetic look. "No, don't give me that shit!" I yell. "God, i can't even look at you right now.", "Mindy was right." he chuckles, not bothering to look in my direction. " It was easy to juke the roomate lottery. All i had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha literally named Chad. Fuck, it felt good to kill him!" I am beyond discusted. "This was your grandmother's, Sam and Jesse. Nancy Loomis? Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family... wait for it.... my name's not Ethan Landry, isn't it dad?" Ethan looks over to Bailey as he laughs. "Dad?" Tara questions.

"Wait. If it's you two, that just leaves... Mindy?" Sam's voice breaks at the mention of her name. The second ghostface takes off their mask to reveal its face."Hey, roomies." Quinn says. "Quinn?" I choke. "You didn't see that one coming, did you?" she teases. "Yeah, because you died!" Tara says. "Kind of didn't, though. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers, Stab Mindy on the train. That sort of thing.", "Yep, and i just made sure i was first on the scene so i could switch her body out with a fresh one. Little fake blood, a prosthetic. You'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with." Bailey explains. Ethan and Quinn split up and go behind us on separate sides.

"I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favorite." Quinn says. Both Ethan and Quinn place the masks on the mannequins. Ethan comes up from behind me and wraps an arm around my waist and places the knife against my neck with the other. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I have a plan. They hurt you when i specifically told them not to. I can never forgive them for that. Just, please, you trust me on this." Ethan whispers. He lets me go and carefully pushes me back to Sam and Tara, aiming his knife in out direction. 

"Nice. That's number three. That's two. Which leaves..." Bailey takes a familiar mask out of his jacket, "your father's. This is what we've been counting down to, girls." Bailey walks over to our grandmothers mannequin and grabs the mask off of it. He takes both the masks and holds them in front of me and Sam. "I'm gonna need you to put these on." I don't move. I just stand there and stare at the masks. Sam slaps Billy's mask out of Baileys hand. "Fuck you!" Ethan lunges at Sam and cuts her arm. I quickly move my arm in front of Sam and stand in front of her, face to face with Ethan. I glare at him with enraged eyes. "Don't you fucking touch her, asshole." He gives me that same look of sympathy from earlier, but this time sadness mixed in.

"Come on." Bailey jokes. "What? What is this? You did this as a family?" Sam questions. "Hell yeah, bitch. You should know better than anyone." Quinn lunges at her. Her and Ethan were now standing side by side. "They're still not getting it." Ethan chuckles. "I don't know what you believe, but me and Jesse didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro. It wasn't us!" Sam yells. "Oh we know that. Of course you didn't. You think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on. Who do you think started the rumors about you two in the first place?" Bailey says. Quinn then raises her hand like she's proud of herself. "Oh fuck you!" I spit in Quinns face. She wipes her cheek with her hand. "You're gonna play for that, bitch!" She lunges towards me with her knife, stabbing me slightly in the side. I wince a little but don't show any emotion to satisfy her. "Quinn. The deal?" She scoffs and goes back to pointing the knife at me.

"Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam and Jessica from the heroes of Woodsboro into the villains? How easy it is to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best?" Quinn explains. "Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days. You have to assassniate their character first. So when Dad here 'discovers' your horribly mutilated bodies..." Ethan gets cut off my Quinn lunging towards Tara. She jumps back. I use both my arms to push Sam and Tara behind me. "...posed with Sam wearing your father's mask and Jesse wearing your grandmothers, he'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet that you're the real ghostfaces and took matters into their own deluded hands." Ethan continues.