In which psychopaths run in the family (3)
Listen to: Video Games - Lana Del Rey
scream six spoilers! and tw for violence and blood!
this was originally one part but i split it into two🥰
"No! I'm not going to!" Tara yelled, frustrated with the embarrassment.
"Why?"
"Because I'm not interested!" She waved around her hands. "And living in the past like you are."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, taken aback. Chad tried to cut in, but was ignored.
"I mean I'm not gonna let what happened to us for three days define how I live the rest of my life!"
"So, you're just gonna pretend as if nothing happened?" Sam's eyebrows raised. "Is this also about y/n being out of jail? Tara, she may be insane but she wouldn't-"
"Sam! This isn't about y/n? Okay?" She sighed. "Why are you here in New York?"
Sam and Tara continued to argue out in the streets. You were just taking a walk, the sound of a loud argument catching your attention. You were already pretty close when you realized that it was Tara and Sam. Just as you were about to turn, someone threw water at Sam.
"Murderer!" The girl yelled, a wave of anger rushed over you. You scoffed, storming up to her and shoved her back.
"Who the fuck are you calling murderer." You laughed as she stumbled back. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Chad was quick to hold you back. "Woah, don't."
"Shut the fuck up, Chad." You pushed him off of you, letting you get closer to the lady who threw water. "You wanna try me right now?" You ignored the yells of the others, who were trying to pull you back.
"Oh look! There's the other one! Covering up each other's crimes?" The lady taunted, pissing you off even more.
"She didn't do shit!" You had to be restrained by all of them.
You were trying to wriggle out of their grip. "Y/n, you need to stop." Tara's voice rang through your ears as you started to ease up. You gave up trying to fight them and shoved them off of you. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You think I'm gonna let Sam get disrespected for that?" You huffed, pointing at the group of girls. "I can take all the heat, all the blame, that's how I grew up. 'The sister of Stu Macher! She must be insane!' I can take that. But Sam? She doesn't- I killed Amber and Richie, I did. I deserve what she's getting." Your hand dropped to your side. You looked past Tara, seeing Sam with a grateful smile. "I'm sorry, Sam. I- I should've told you to move somewhere else, but I kinda couldn't. With, you know, being arrested."
"Wait, you were arrested?" You all turned towards a guy more in the back, you didn't even know he existed. "You killed people? You're freely admitting it?"
Your eyes moved between Tara, Sam, and this guy. "Um, wh-who is he?" You pointed towards him. "He's like a little curly haired Evan Peters." You giggled a little, the others being concerned at the quick change of mood. You took a step towards him and held out your hand. "Y/n."
"Ethan." He smiled, obviously nervous.
"Don't worry, it was self defense... And a little bit of insanity." You winked, almost laughing when he quickly retracted his hand.
"Do you wanna come with us?" Sam asked, ignoring the looks from Tara. You turned back to the eldest Carpenter and shoved your hands into your jacket.
You glanced around the group, most of them giving you looks, but you trusted Sam. "Uh, okay. If you guys don't mind." Most of which just hummed in agreement.
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"So, how are things going in New York?" You asked, a little awkward with the tension. Sam seemed to be the only one who was okay with you, Chad and Mindy were still suspicious over you, Anika (who you guessed was Mindy's girlfriend) didn't really care, Ethan was (weirdly) scared of you, Quinn (the roommate) was similar to Anika and also didn't care.
Sam just gave you a grim look. "Wonderful!" Sarcasm was well within her voice. "How was jail?"
"It was..." Your eyes widened as you remembered. "Interesting. Especially since a lot of the people there are fans of Stab." You leaned back onto a counter. "And a lot of them think I'm exactly like my brother."
"That sounds fun." She joked, standing up and handing you a bottle of pills. "Give these to Tara, she needs them. Plus, I know you two need to talk." She wiggled her eyebrows as you huffed.
"Please, I'm pretty sure she's gonna hate me forever." You took the bottle into your hand. "You always seem to force us to talk to each other." Sam just laughed with a shrug.
You walked your way over to Tara's room, knocking on the doorframe as you leant on it. Quinn looked over and saw you, noticing the face change that Tara had. "I'm gonna head out, and let you two talk." She motioned her hands between the two of you, signaling that she also felt the tension. Your lips formed a thin line when you saw that she tensed up. "You know, for a psychopath, you're pretty hot." Quinn complimented as she left the room.
Your eyebrows knitted together. "Um..." You trailed off as you took a step into the room. "She always like that?" Tara nodded, not giving you a verbal answer. You held up the bottle of pills as you closed the door.
"Thanks. You can put that on the..." You glanced at her before just placing it onto the desk. "y/n, we have to talk."
"Yeah, that's kinda what I'm here for." You joked, but it didn't make her laugh, not really a change in her facial features. "Um... Is it okay if I-" She looked down at the bed and scooted over. You took a seat beside her, looking at her and taking in her features. Your head dropped to your lap as your bottom lip was caught between your teeth. "Tara I-"
"I'm with Chad." You felt your heart crack at the revelation. There was no way she moved on so quick, no way that Chad could move on from Liv so quick.
You huffed, picking your head up and looking at her. "No, you're not." You leaned back onto your hands.
"What?"
"I mean, you're not with Chad. Tara, you don't even like him." You knew the truth, if you were able to read this girl like a book before, you can still. Things fell silent between you guys, Tara tried to make an argument, but you were right. She wasn't quite over you.
"What we had wasn't- we weren't even actually together."
You made a face, acknowledging the truth. You weren't together. She may have called you her girlfriend, but it was never truly official. "That's right. We weren't. But you wanna know how I wanted to ask you out?" She raised her eyebrows, wanting you to go on. "Okay, well I never made plans on the asking out part, I was probably gonna do that spontaneously." She rolled her eyes with a small smile. The first one you've seen since she shot you for wearing a ghostface mask. "But, I had the whole first date planned. It was kinda like a date day. We'd start off the morning with some brunch at this really nice cafe that I saw. Then, we would do something- something weirdly artsy. Like, pottery or maybe we'd go thrifting and make outfits for one another. Something that's like weird but cheesy. Then, I'd take you out for dinner, and then a move night at my house. Your choice, obviously."
"That would've been..." She hesitated before relaxing in front of you. Maybe it was time to let her guard down around you. "It would've been fun."
"Well," You leaned and bumped her shoulder with yours. "It could still be a possibility. If you're willing to go on a date day... With an alleged murderer." You moved back. "Or, you could just go and date Chad. But, we both know he's not who you want."
"Y/n, I- I would, but-" It clicked in your head, the realization of why she might not want to.
"Ghostface? And probably me?" You didn't need her to confirm, you could already see it in her eyes. "I made a promise to you, I'm gonna protect you. And I'll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me." You didn't even notice how she started leaning in towards you. "That month, Tara? Best month of my life, because of you." You grimaced. "Well, except for the part where we both got stabbed and shot numerous times."
She let out a small laugh, her eyes flicking to your lips. Right before your lips could touch, the door opened, causing the two of you to split away. You cleared your throat and sniffled as you looked away from Tara.
"Did I cockblock you?" Quinn asked, sucking in air from her teeth.
"What?" Tara played with her hands out of embarrassment.
"Cockblock."
"Oh my god." You mumbled underneath your breath.
"I cockblocked you, didn't I." Quinn was making the tension in the room much worse, in the worst way possible and she knew it. "Well, would you even call it cockblock if neither of you have a cock."
"How would you know that?" You huffed. "Just- stop saying cock." Quinn apologized once more, closing the door as she left. "That was..."
"I think that if we don't say anything, she won't say anything." Tara looked to you, a big smile.
While chuckling, your face scrunched up. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." Tara couldn't stop smiling at you, it was contagious and so fucking adorable. You both fell silent, so you took it as your cue to leave. You didn't want to move, what if she was going to finally kiss you?
"I'm gonna go and make sure she doesn't say anything." You pointed to her, winking as if you were telling her that you had her. She just waved you off with a giggle. "Cute costume."
"You aren't dressed up?" You sucked in air through your teeth and shrugged.
"I technically was, well, am." You gestured to your clothes. "Psychopathic murderer."
She looked at you up and down, you looked normal. "Is that because they look like normal people?"
"Sorta," You pulled off the jacket you had on top of the knit sweater you had on. Tara's eyes caught onto the sliver of skin that showed, a dark scar, a few bruises and cuts becoming visible. The sweater was bloodied and slightly ripped. "This was my brothers, I found it, it's a little gross, I'll admit it, but I don't think anyone knew." She looked confused, she wanted a slight explanation why you were wearing your dead brother's bloody sweater. "Because, the guys at my work were all going as different characters from Stab, and then purposely left Stu's for me."
"Ohh." She hummed.
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Even though you knew it wasn't a good idea to follow Tara and Sam, there was a feeling in your gut that told you to go after them. Shots rang out, leading you to where they were. You slipped your way into the store, stalking behind the ghostface. You made eye contact with them, you nodded. Sam tossed a can, ghostface turned towards you, giving you the ability to swing a glass bottle right through their face. They were caught off guard, so you gave him a good kick down. You ducked as they swung the butt of the shotgun, using the position to tackle them. The gun was out of reach now, and they were wriggling under your grip. After a few minute of you trying to get the mask off, they were able to get you off of them and ran off, dropping the mask behind them.
"Fuck." You grumbled as you picked up the mask. You lifted it and looked at it carefully, there was something about it that seemed so familiar.
You stumbled your way out of the store, wincing in pain. Cops surrounded the store as you walked up to Sam and Tara. You dropped the mask onto the ground. "I couldn't figure it out."
You sat between Sam and Tara when the cop came in. He dropped the mask onto the table as he sat down. "The DNA says that it belongs to Richie Kirsch. This mask was found by the body." Your stomach flipped as your eyes widened. "Does that ring a bell?"
You and Tara glanced over to Sam. "We're familiar with him."
"But the one that attacked us had a different mask on." You explained, picking up the bag and examining the mask. "They had a more beat up mask, as if it were a little older."
"I have to ask, do you guys have alibis for earlier tonight?" He asked, leaning in close. You shifted in your seat uncomfortably and it became hard for you to swallow.
"I was at a party with my friends."
"I was at my therapists, I can give you his information to verify."
They all looked to you, making you clear your throat. "I was at my work."
"Alone?" You felt Tara's eyes bore into the side of your head. You couldn't look at her.
"Um, you could check the camera's, it shows I was there up until I went for a walk and found Sam and Tara and the rest of their friends." You knew you weren't the slickest, that they were going to be on to you, but you couldn't bear telling the truth in front of Tara. You glanced at Tara before motioning for the cop to come close so you could whisper.
She watched as you mumbled something into his ear, she couldn't make out what it was. His eyes widened as you sat back down. "Alright." He grabbed his phone. "Was that before or after this happened?" He played the video of you defending Sam.
"Before." You answered. "But, point is, there was people around us all night."
You felt yourself zone off, letting them talk. You knew your alibi was convincing enough, but was it enough for Tara not to place her suspicions on you?
"Is there anyone that might want to target you?" You blinked back into reality.
"Not anyone who's still alive."
"Do people on the internet count?"
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"Y/n, where were you last night?" You glanced up, looking at Tara.
Your eyes left her. "My job. I told you." You all were gathered outside. "I was working on something 'till I needed to take a break. Then, I went on a walk."
"Working on something? Or someone?"
Your head snapped towards Mindy, who was smirking. "What?"
"People dig the whole insane and crazy person and sister of a murderer thing." Your eyebrows were knitted together as your nostrils flared. "There's no way that you haven't been getting any." Your eyes went from Mindy's to Tara's. She merely raised her eyebrows at you, wanting you to answer.
"There's also a bunch of people that are either terrified of me or they want me dead for having affiliations with the murders. I can assure you, even if people didn't hate me, I don't want any." You crossed your arms and leaned into the bench.
You looked to Tara, who seemed indifferent about your answer. "That's a safe answer." Quinn laughed, making everyone look to her, especially Chad. "Oh come on, we all know that Tara and y/n still have something going on, even if y/n was hooking up with someone else, we wouldn't know because she never said anything." You just scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"I'm not sleeping with anyone, I haven't moved on from Tara. There. Are you happy?" Your hands dropped to your lap, leaving a slap sound. "Now can we please move on?"
While Mindy explained the rules about being in a franchise, you kept your eyes on the newer people of the group. There was something about Ethan and Quinn that made you suspicious. Anika, however, seemed too... it just seemed wrong.
"Never trust the love interest." Mindy's smile dropped.
"Wait, what am I?" You asked, cutting in. "Because it was never clear last year either. Am I like Sam or am I like a love interest? Or is there even a category to put me in?"
"Good question, you remain undetermined." She pointed her hands at you. "You're a different type of character, you're a love interest, but then you also are related to a legacy, you also like partially became a bad guy. All we know is that you're a mess, but your goals are clear."
Your eyebrow was raised. "What goals?"
"Either get back together with Tara," Chad's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Or... Yeah, it's getting back with Tara, whether you're a bad guy or not."
Chad cleared his throat, awkwardness seemed to float around. "Okay, well let's keep going."
"Wait, what about you guys?" Ethan pointed towards the four.
"I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule the four of us who went through it last year in Woodsboro." Mindy shrugged, making you roll your eyes playfully.
Chad pointed to her with his pencil. "Agreed." Quinn and Ethan were quick to disagree, making you raise your eyebrows at them.
"No, not agreed, what if the trauma you all went through caused one, or more of you, to snap." Quinn argued, Ethan quickly agreeing with his little theory. You narrowed your eyes on him.
"I mean, the theories online about Sam and Y/n-"
"Get our names out your fucking mouth, Robbie Shapiro." You spat as you glared at him. Ethan's eyes widened as he shrugged.
Anika shifted in her seat. "Okay, she's right though. Let's face the facts, if that makes us all suspects," She motioned for Quinn, herself, and Ethan. "You're all suspects."
Once you all dispersed, you went after Ethan. "So, Evan Peters, how are you?" You asked, swinging your arm around him, harshly. He let out a grunt from the surprise.
"Um, I'm fine? Why are you talking to me?"
You just chuckled, taking your arm off of him and shoving him towards a wall. "I'm not a fucking idiot. You can pretend you're innocent all you want, but I know my shit." You dug your finger into his chest. "Also, back off of your little thing for Tara." He opened his mouth to defend himself, but you were quick to cut him off. "I told you, I'm not an idiot. You and your little virgin ass will never rise to her level. She's out of your league."
"Oh yeah, and a murderer is?" He tried not to show pain from when you were digging your finger into his chest. "Tara's free to like anyone she wants."
"She is, and I'm just letting you know, it's never gonna be you." You smirked. "Pick a struggle, bud, you can't be ghostface and hers. You can't outdo me." You shrugged, you could tell that you were pissing him off. "You can try and kill me all you want. Don't forget who survived a massacre."
You laughed as you walked off, leaving the boy there, glaring at you and rubbing his chest.
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"Okay, I have a question for you." Anika approached you, slamming her hands onto the counter of your job. You looked up from what you were working on and lifted the light out of the way.
"How may I help you?" You put your tools down and placing your glasses onto the table.
You worked your way around the table, going and helping a bunch of other people. "How did you do it?" You glanced at her over your shoulder, seeing her follow you around.
"Do what?" You questioned as you finally circled back to your table.
"Survive. Ghostface." She looked desperate. You knew she didn't want to die, but the odds. "I'm so scared, y/n."
"Of dying?" She was about to answer you, but you had another option. "Or of losing Mindy?" She shut her mouth, she loved Mindy. "It's okay to be scared, you know. It's good to be scared, if you're not scared then you're not careful, and if you're not careful, you die. But, with ghostface, I- I'm not scared of dying. I'd give up my life for most of you guys. Maybe because I'm not entirely proud of my past, but I'd it in a heartbeat. Death isn't something I'm scared of."
She nodded, taking in your information. "Then what are you scared of?"
"Losing Tara." You answered, no hesitation. "I'm pretty sure I've made it super obvious, but I'm still in love with Tara. And if Tara died, I don't think I could go on without falling into this rabbit hole of what I could've done to save her." You tapped the counter, it exaggerated your point. "I've seen her almost die twice last year, and this could be more. I made a promise and I'm living up to it."
"So, you'd rather die and have Tara safe than Tara dead and you're safe?" Anika cleared up. You nodded.
"I mean, I get that it wasn't your choice, and I'm so sorry for that." You stopped yourself, you didn't want to say something that'll go too far.
"But?"
You relaxed your jaw that you didn't even know was clenched. "But you have to understand, not all of us are going to make it out alive."
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Chad and Tara snuck glances at each other as they helped with the food. "I know you like, still sorta like y/n." Chad started, pausing his stirring to look at Tara. "But if you're ever willing to try..."
Mindy faked gag. "Gross!" She yelled. "I vote you get back together with y/n. Team women all the way."
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Mindy?" Chad asked, he didn't mean his words, seeing that he had a small smile. He looked to Tara. "I'm just saying." He shrugged.
"Ugh, whatever." She shrugged, walking into the kitchen.
"Hey, why don't you call y/n, Tara?" Sam suggested as she walked into the kitchen as well.
"No, absolutely not." She shot down the idea.
Mindy leaned against the counter and crossed her arms. "Why not? It's like a win-win all around." Sam gave her a look, wanting her to elaborate. "Well, first; we can keep an eye on her, but she can also help protect us. Even when stabbed, she can still fight." She shrugged, it was the truth. "And if we get y/n here, Tara and her can get back together and everything is all amazing!"
"Why are you all for y/n and Tara and not me, I'm your brother!" Chad complained, half-jokingly.
"Why is Tara so opposed to calling up y/n?" She retorted, sticking her tongue out at him.
Sam just chuckled at their antics. "She doesn't want to prove her right." She explained, recalling back to a month ago, when they ran into you.
"Prove who right?"
"Y/n." Tara finally spoke up. "She said that I was gonna call for her help at some point, but I'm not going to. She thinks it's this game, and I'm not playing it." Mindy just gave her a look, waiting for Tara to crumble and give in. "Don't look at me like that." She looked to Sam, who was giving her the same look. She then looked to Chad, who just shrugged and turned around.
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"Hey guys," You yelled from the door. "You guys called for me to come?" You took the earbuds out your ear and waved to Anika who was watching on the TV. You found them all around the table, looking at Sam. they all turned back to you. "What?"
"Sam's been sleeping with the cute guy next door." You made an impressed face as you took a seat at the table with them.
"You finally told them?" You smiled, slipping your jacket off.
"Right! It was about time she told us." Sam just looked around with a shocked expression. You all just laughed with each other, putting up your hands for a little high five.
Sam's phone started to ring, Tara noticed that it was the boy. She grabbed it from her and started fooling around while it was ringing.
Then, each of your phones rang. You opened to see that it was Quinn getting attacked. You shot up, and covered Tara as you all stalked towards her room. There was banging and muffled yells coming from the room. "Stay behind me." You grabbed the pocket knife that you always kept, flicking it open as you stepped closer.
"Y/n-"
"I'm serious, I'm not going to let you guys get hurt." You turned towards them. "Run." The door shot open with Quinn's body. You caught it as screams went around. Blood was spilled all over you as they all looked to the body. "Go!" You yelled. Chad grabbed Tara and went out the front door, while you, Anika, Sam, and Mindy stayed. "Fucking go!" You jumped in front of Mindy and got slashed in the arm. Anika tried to stop him, but he managed to stab her. You stood up, groaning a bit before tackling ghostface. While he tried to choke you down, you gripped the knife in your hand so tight that your knuckles went white, and stabbed him in the leg.
He struggled to lift you up as you took the knife out of his leg. He shoved you against the wall, going to stab you, but you managed to kick him off. He stumbled and turned to Sam, who swung the knife block across his face. You gasped for air as you pushed them into the next room, locking it behind you.
You let out a strained groan as blood spilled out of you. "We need a way out." You helped Sam push the dresser in front of the door, holding it back.
Mindy went over to the bathroom, seeing a dead man in the bath. She let out a loud scream as she tried to shut ghostface behind the door. Sam saw the boy in the next building over, who helped her get a ladder across while you and Mindy kept it shut. "Fuck." You didn't have your knife anymore.
"You guys go first." You yelled, trying to keep it shut. "Does this guy have superstrength or something?" Sam continued to yell at the two, trying to convince them to go first. Mindy reassured her to go first.
Once it was just you and Anika left, the two of you left to keep it shut. "You go first, y/n." She insisted.
"Fuck no, you were stabbed." You grunted.
"Please." She gave you the best reassuring look, you just gave her a nod, stumbling to the window. You glanced at her, guilt and pity filling your body. "It's like you said. It's better to have them alive and be dead, rather than them dead and I'm safe." You felt tears slip down your cheeks.
"Anika, you don't have to do this, I've fought him before."
"Y/n, I'm not going to make it." You opened your mouth to argue against her, but you knew you needed to get across. You took in deep breaths as you crawled over as fast as possible.
"Anika, start going, I'm almost there." You yelled, not looking behind you. You felt the ladder start to shake, ghostface was trying to throw the two of you off. You swallowed your fear down your throat, you were almost there.
Just as you got to the edge, the ladder disconnected, you managed to caught onto the windowsill and Sam's hand. Anika, however, wasn't able to make it to the other side and fell down, hitting her head on the dumpster. You tried not to let out a cry as you tried your best to pull yourself up.
You loomed over the window with Mindy and Sam, breaking out into tears at the sight of Anika's body.
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You managed to catch Ethan, you shoved him against the wall. "Where the fuck were you? Hmm?" You gripped his collar, he tried to push you off, but you had strong grip. "Did you get a kick out of slashing me? Hm?"
"I was at econ!" He defended.
"Don't think I didn't notice how you have a limp." You pushed him against the wall, even stronger. "I stabbed him last night, I know it's you."
"Please, if I was, I would've had the job finished." He tried to smirk, but you shoved him once more.
You let out a giggle, one resembling your brother. "Nice try, Ethan. I already know everything. Tell your sister I know she's alive. And tell your dad, that you guys can try all you want at killing me, but you know you can't." You let go of him, walking off and rubbing your shoulder in pain. "If I killed your brother, I can kill you all."
i split this into two parts