In which psychopaths run in the family (4)
Listen to: Die for You - The Weeknd, Ariana Grande
scream six spoilers! tw for violence, bloods and all that
You found yourself staring at the costume of your brother's. "You have a mask of your own, you know." You looked to the reflection and saw him. Him and his bloodied knit sweater. You've never met him, but there was some part of you that had him as your inner voice.
"Shut up, you died." You mumbled as you lifted your jacket. You pulled out the mask, staring at the splatters of Richie and Amber's blood. "I have a feeling I'm gonna need this soon." You looked back at the reflection.
"Damn right you are." He giggled, his tongue spilling out of his mouth. "Didn't think you were gonna find them out so quick."
You raised your eyebrow at him. "It takes a ghostface to know a ghostface."
"You were never ghostface." He commented, making you roll your eyes.
"I'm talking about you, dipshit. Having a built in ghostface in my mind is pretty useful. Thanks so much for that!"
"No problem." He shrugged, you rolled your eyes, he didn't catch your sarcasm. "Awh, look at us! A genius killer duo! The Machers, genius killer siblings."
"I think the genius part only went to me." You joked, ignoring the way he pouted. "What the fuck is wrong with me, you're literally my imagination. I haven't even met you." The lights turned on, making you turn to see the rest of them. "Oh shit, detective ghostface is here."
"Are ya gonna tell them?"
"I can't do it if he's around." You mumbled to yourself. "Give me time asshole." You hopped down. "Hey guys."
"How did you know about this place?" Kirby asked, narrowing her eyes on you.
"I actually just found this place. I was about to tell you guys, but it seems Gale brought you guys over already." You held in an eye roll when you realized that they weren't going to believe you. "I have an idea on who the killer is. Well, killers." You refused to make eye contact with any of them. "I'd tell you guys, but then, I don't know who to trust."
Everyone seemed to ease up on you guys as they all dispersed and looked around. You sighed softly, walking back to the costumes. You ignored them as they all conversed. You turned to see Sam walking up to her fathers, you being right next to her. You could tell that she was speaking to him, hell, you were facing the same issue.
"Talking to him?" You asked. She gasped and looked to you. "Your dad, I mean."
"Um..."
You just chuckled at her hesitation. "Don't worry, my brother's a dick in my head. Even when I didn't meet him." Your face scrunched up in annoyance. "But, he can be a real big help." They all started to talk about what may be the reasoning for this, but you noticed how Tara seemed to grow uncomfortable. She just walked off, you and Sam looked to each other. She nodded at you, wanting you to go after her. You sent her a thankful smile before walking after the girl.
You saw her take her inhaler as you slowed your pace. "Are you okay?" You asked, making her turn to look at you.
She just crossed her arms, anger written all over her. "Y/n, why don't I get to be a normal person again? Why couldn't we be normal?"
"I- I don't know." You mumbled, pity filling your gut. "I'm sorry."
"I don't wanna be apart of this." She started to frown, eyes filling with tears. You bit your inner cheek as you felt guilt start to rise. "I don't want to be apart of some stupid legacy-"
"Because of me and Sam. Mainly me, though." You cut in. "I'm sorry that it had to be this way. I'm sorry that I- I'm not- I'm sorry that we couldn't work. Tara, if I knew this would come out of it, I never would've taken you to that classroom." You grabbed her hand and held it close to your heart. "And, I swear I will clean up this mess I made in your life. As much as I'd love your forgiveness, you don't have to, I owe it to you." You brought it up to your lips, kissing the scar before letting it go and walking off.
You sat yourself by Mindy, who was staring at the TV that killed your brother. "Still can't believe he's your brother." She mumbled, bringing her knees to her chest.
You looked to her with your eyebrow raised. "Seriously? Because I get people telling me that I laugh and act like him."
"No, like, come on." She laughed. "That's such a big age gap."
"Trust me, I don't understand it either." You sighed. It fell silent between you two. "God, I'm so done with this ghostface shit."
She hummed in agreement. "I know right? Like being in a franchise is cool, but not when you're constantly on the verge of death."
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"So..." Stu trailed off. "Why haven't you told them?"
You huffed. "I can't do it yet."
"Why not? You had the opportunity to tell Tara right then and there!"
"With no proof." You cracked your knuckles. "But I have a plan, Stu, don't even worry."
"A plan?"
"Of course I have a fucking plan, come on, I'm the genius one, remember?" You giggled to yourself, pulling out the mask. "You were right, I am gonna need this."
"Oh hell yeah!"
"You have two options." You turned to see Ethan standing there. He played around with a knife in hand.
You raised your eyebrow, intrigued. "What are they?"
"You come join us, or, you die." He smirked. "You know, when I told my dad that you knew, I was surprised to see that he wanted you with us. Even though you killed our brother. But oh my god," He chuckled. "It's gonna be amazing killing you."
You hummed, you hands behind your back. "Is that so?"
"I was so close to getting Tara." He yelled. "So close! She just had to have a crazy ex." He pointed his knife towards you, the tip lightly touching your throat. "But it's okay, I'm crazier."
"You could try to intimidate me all you want," You started, puffing up your chest and sizing up to him. "But even when I'm dead, Tara would pick me." You cocked the gun that you had pressed to his stomach.
"A gun to a knife fight? Smart." You shrugged, a cocky smirk played on your lips. "How about this? We fight. Fist to fist, no weapons. It'll show who truly deserves Tara." You glanced to a reflection, seeing Stu smirk and nod.
You tilted your head, cracking your neck. "Let's not forget who has the original psychotic brother." He just laughed taking a step back and tossing his knife away. Your hand gripped your gun, before you hesitantly put it down.
"What? Are you scared you're going to lose?" He pouted, you had an unimpressed face, not changing.
"Whether I lose, or not, you're not gonna get Tara either way." You crossed your arms. He just shrugged before throwing his hands up, ready to strike.
After a few minutes, you had him in a chokehold, waiting for him to tap out. He struggled to try and pry your hands off of him. "Tap out and you get to make it to the third act."
"Fuck you." He sputtered. You didn't see how he managed to get another knife from his pocket. He slashed your leg, making you cry out and let him go with a kick.
"What happened to no weapons? Too weak to lose?" You taunted, grabbing his own knife. You looked to his hand, seeing that it looked familiar. "Oh my god, is that my knife?"
"Oh, this?" He lifted his hand, revealing the pocket knife that you had. "You left a little souvenir back in Sam's place."
"You listen to me, Landry," You took steps toward him, his knife facing his neck.
"No! You listen to me." He yelled, spit coming out if his mouth. "You come tonight then you could say goodbye to Tara and your life." He swung your knife at you, slashing your side, causing you to drop his knife. "Nice talk." He threw your pocket knife at your feet, picking up his own and walking off. You burned holes at the back of his head as you gripped onto your side and picked up the pocket knife.
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Right before Tara's lips could touch Chad's, she pulled away. "Chad- I-"
"No, no," He laughed awkwardly, pulling away from her. "I get it. You still aren't over her."
"I'm so sorry-" She gets cut off by a stab to her back.
They didn't notice how you lurked in the shadows, watching as it all went down. You smirked, pulling down the mask.
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Soon enough, they were cornered. Tara and Sam both ready with bricks. You finally decided to make your way down as quietly as possible.
You continued to lurk from behind, your gun in hand. "Great job, both of you." Detective Bailey smirked.
"You?" Tara mumbled, in pain.
"Eh, of course me." The man shrugged.
"Oh golly gee! We were right, Stu!" You giggled quietly.
"Actually, I expected more from the two of you. After what you did to us!"
"What do you mean us?"
Ethan unmasked himself, revealing he was ghostface. "Ta-da! Mindy was right! It was easy to juke the roommate lottery, I mean all I had to do to meet you? Was room with the conceited, condescending alpha, who's literally named Chad! Fuck! It felt good to kill him. But your psycho ex? Oh she was smart, she figured me out. Too bad she's not here." He waved his mask. "This was your grandmother's, Sam. Nancy Loomis. It really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it. Speaking of family!"
"Wait for it." The detective grinned, evilly.
"My names not even fucking Landry! Isn't it, Dad?" Detective laughed, quite psychotically, you were slightly impressed.
"Dad?"
"Wait, if it's you two, that just leaves.." She looked to the other one. "Mindy?"
The other ghostface unmasked themself, revealing it to be Quinn. Who was alive. "Hey, roomie! Didn't see that one coming, didn't you?"
"Yeah, because you died!" Tara cut in.
"It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train."
The detective wrapped his arms around his kids. "Yup, and I just made sure I was the first one on the scene, so I could switch your body out with a fresh one. A little fake blood and prosthetics. There's a lot a grieving father could get away with." They split off.
You cocked the gun, stepping slowly. "I got Stu Macher's mask, he was my favorite." Quinn hummed. "Though, I do think his sister is a lot hotter." She looked to Tara. "Too bad you'll be dead before you two could get back together."
"That's three, and two. Which leaves one." He pulled out the last mask. "Your fathers. This is what we've been counting down to Sam." He held it out in front of her. "Put it on."
"Fuck you!" She swiped the mask, Ethan moved in quick and slashed her arm. She fell back, into Tara's arms.
"You know, y/n, I think you need to cut in soon, they're gonna die."
"Didn't know you had a moral compass." You mumbled, turning on the voicebox.
"They're still not getting it!" Ethan laughed, making you roll your eyes. Oh boy, he was annoying.
You continued to take steps, stalking towards them slowly. They all continued their monologue. "You killed our brother!" Quinn yelled.
"What are you talking about?"
"You said your brother died in a car accident."
"Oh, no, no, no. He died in Woodsboro." He pointed his knife. "At the hands of your bitch sister."
You decided to text them. You watched as the detective pulled up his phone. "It wasn't Sam's fault." He read out. It rang. He looked to his kids, before pressing the answer button. "Hello?"
"Let's play a game?" You asked, walking slowly.
"There's another one?" Tara's voice went up.
"You know, I think it's funny." You played around with the gun in your hand. "Do you wanna know how Richie died? How he really died?"
"Who are you?"
"My bad, I'll let you finish your monologue first." You hung up, despite the yells of disagreement from the others. You laughed to yourself as he actually did try to finish what he was saying.
"Put on the-" You dialed once more. "I swear." He answered it. "If you don't tell us where you are, you die."
"Father of the year award goes to, drum roll please, you! You speak of him like he was sent from the heavens. Richie was a pathetic little limp dick pussy." You giggled out, walking out of the shadows. "You're defending him as if he didn't set up a whole ghostface scheme!"
"No, he wasn't! He was strong and fea-" You cut him off.
"He groomed a child and made his little girlfriend, the child, do all the killings. He was whimpering and crying like a little baby when I killed him." You growled into the phone, not once did your real voice show through. "Didn't he only get two kills?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Quinn yelled, you raised your gun and shot her and Ethan.
You held up the phone, hanging up and crushing it. "Sam, come on!" Tara yelled, running away.
"I never got to explain why I thought this was so funny!" You laughed. "Because Richie died the same exact way." You pulled out the knife out of your pocket and went after Ethan.
You managed to slit across his stomach, pushing him against the seats. You continuously stabbed him as he kept on yelling. You got up, looking around for detective Bailey. You started to hear screaming and yelling, so you turned to see that Tara was about to fall.
Tara continued to call for her to let her go. You managed to find the man, so you snuck up behind him, closing his mouth as you slit his stomach as well. A muffled yell went through your hands before you kicked him down.
"I've always wanted to stick something in you, Tara!" Ethan yelled. You felt your heart drop and rage filled your vision. You waved your arms as you were right behind the boy, catching the attention of Sam. You lifted the mask, winking at her with a smirk. You slipped the mask back on, stabbing him through his back. He let out a yell of pain as you kicked him forward, the knife coming out in the process. He fell to the floor as Sam dropped Tara, right into your arms.
She thrashed in your arms. You turned off the voicebox. "Don't worry, Tara, I'm gonna keep you safe." You whispered, placing her softly on the ground. "Go." You turned the voicebox back on. "What did you say about Tara?" You walked up to the boy, who was still on the ground.
"Fuck you." He spat as you flipped him around. He stabbed you in the stomach, you held in your pain. You turned away before swinging your arm across his face.
"Wrong answer." You stabbed his face, then stabbed him in the gut. You pulled the knife out of him. "I told you. Tara's mine." You slid the knife back inside him, pulling it up slowly as he whimpered. "This is why you're dying a virgin." You took off your mask, your smirk faded into a pout. "Too bad, you really looked like Evan Peters." You pulled it back on. Blood was splattered all over you as you laughed to yourself. You swiped the knife with your glove, cleaning the blood.
You turned around, seeing Tara just watching you. You watched as Sam and the detective start to fall, you quickly ran over to Tara, tackling her away. You lifted yourself off of her, and she felt that wave of fear back when she was first attacked. She started to breathe heavily, making you curse softly. "It's okay, Tara, I swear." You pulled off the mask. "It's just me, okay? I'd never hurt you." You turned your head to see Sam, beckoning you over. You turned back to Tara. "I need you to stay safe for me, okay?" She nodded and kissed you hard, as if you wouldn't come back.
Once you were with Sam, watching as he was still unconscious. "Can I make the call? I love making the calls." She just sighed, handing you her phone. You let out another laugh as you bounced up and down, dialing his number.
"Hello?" He got up, walking past the screen.
"Hello Detective Bailey, I have just one question for you."
"Oh yeah? What is it?"
"What's your favorite scary movie?" He just laughed, thinking it was a joke. "I'm just asking, because you're in one now. My movie. Our movie."
He continued to shoot the mannequins, but noticed Billy's costume was gone. "I noticed you put your true face on."
"True face?" You laughed. "What true face? I've always been this way. Insane, talking to my head. I think you're talking to the wrong one."
"It's poetic, that you're gonna die this way."
"Oh, am I? Because there's something wrong, detective." You stepped. "There's only nine masks."
"What are you talking about? There's nine killers." He spun around in a circle, deciding to go through the sheet.
"I thought you were smarter than this. But then, I remember, you get your kids to go through this whole elaborate plan, yet forget one crucial detail."
"Show yourself!" He yelled, spinning around and shooting whatever he wanted.
"Be careful what you wish for!" Your voice dragged on. "There may be nine killers, nine dumbasses who fucked with the wrong people. That doesn't mean that there's only nine masks. You're missing one more." You and Sam stepped out. You pressed your gun to his back and squeezed the trigger, while she managed to get in the front. "I have a mask too, detective." You whispered, giggling. She continued to stab him until he fell limp on the ground. You cackled, walking around and unmasking yourself beside Sam. "You seem to forget, there's two originals." You smirked, before shooting him in the head.
You felt a hand lower yours as you turned to the source. It was Tara. She was looking at you, absolutely terrified. You gave her a look, a shrug. "Come on, he fucked with you. I'm not letting that slide."
You all just looked at the body that was on the ground. "Nice." She mumbled. You just panted.
"It's so fucking hot in this thing." You ripped the costume off of your body. "Do you know how gross it was bringing this back?"
"Well, it's pretty gross being in this thing too." Sam laughed, leading the way down. You all took a seat on the steps, taking the time to soak this in.
After Tara and Sam had their little talk, Tara turned to you. "Thank you."
You hummed, looking at her slowly. "For what?"
"Always being there for me, to protect me." You just smiled, looking away. "I'm sorry, for blaming you, all these months." She grabbed your blood stained hand. "I think, we could try again."
"Could?" You raised your eyebrow, teasingly.
"Should." She corrected. Despite blood being splattered all over her, she still looked as beautiful as ever. "I mean, you've killed, how many, people for me?"
"I think it tally's up to four." You joked, leaning close to her. "But I don't suggest evening the score. 0/10 experience, would not recommend. It left me stabbed and shot, battle scars are hot, but not when they're from my brother's wannabes." She just laughed, intertwining you hands and leaning onto your shoulder. You looked to the glass reflection, seeing your brother give you a thumbs up and a proud nod, making you roll your eyes.
A yell startled you all, as Ethan got up and ran to stab you guys. You just furrowed your eyebrows, raising your gun and shooting him in the head.
"Nice aim." Sam complimented, impressed that you managed to shoot him in the head with ease.
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"Do you even count as an actual ghostface?" Tara asked, holding your hand and leading you to the booth. You sat beside her, your face scrunched up in confusement.
"What do you mean?" You wrapped your arm around her shoulder, holding her close.
"Well, you technically aren't a killer, but you have a whole costume for it." She pointed out, leaning into you.
"Um, I think we should say no. For legal reasons." She just laughed. You smiled down at her. You remembered what was in your pocket. "Before Sam and Danny get here, I just wanted to give you something." You pulled out the object, handing it to her. "It's a little weird giving you a pocket knife, but it's really cool, I promise."
She flicked it open, seeing there was something engraved within it.
Nothing can come between us, not Ghostface, and especially not death
- Y/n Macher
"How long did it take for you to make this?" She turned to you, you just shrugged.
"Um, I started it last year, actually. The engraving I did last, but it took a lot of planning and time." You held out your hand for her to hand it to you. "The coolest part," You unlocked a small latch, causing something to come off. You unwrapped your arm from her shoulder to hold it up. "Is this." You handed her the ring. "It took me so long trying to figure out how to add the ring component." She looked to you, eyes filled with love. It warmed her heart knowing that you never stopped loving her, even when she hated you. "Are you okay?" You asked, noticing that her eyes were tearing up.
"This is so sweet." She laughed, wiping her eyes. "You're such a dork." She hit your shoulder before grabbing the ring and slipping it on. She admired it, realizing that it was a perfect fit. "You know my ring size?"
Your eyes widened as you flushed. "I asked Sam." You folded the knife once more, handing it to her. "This is what I was doing, at my job, before I saw you guys."
"Really?" You nodded, a bashful smile on your face. "God, I knew you couldn't have been sleeping with someone else."
"Why would I sleep with someone else?" You huffed. "Come on, I pulled the baddest girl in Woodsboro and New York, there's no way I'm fumbling."
"Who's fumbling?" Sam asked as she and Danny slipped into the seats across from you guys.
The four of you fell into conversation, enjoying your time with each other. This was what you wanted. To live normally and love Tara without the worries of ghostface and murders.
(HELP I DONT KNOW IF THERES GONNA BE MORE MOVIES I COULD'VE SWORN THAT THIS WAS THE LAST ONE BUT IDK)
only posted this bc i needed this out of my head before starting another mini ser