𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜? 《》《》《》《》 After watching your father get mutilated during a home invasion, you stopped talking to people. Sadly for you, the two boys the universe...
𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 《》《》《》 It's been a year, and no one's caught the killers of the Woodsboro Massacre. You managed to get into college, and work up enough courage to go. But the past always comes...
𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚋𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 《》《》 It'd been 3 years since Windsor, and 4 since Woodsboro. You were invited to work on the film 'Stab 3' as a writer along with Randy, considering he knew the characters and you...
𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚢... 《》 It's a 10 year reunion with the other Woodsboro survivors you've lost contact with, and through one lapse in judgement you end up back in Woodsboro. Right back where it all began. It's only fitting that's where you end up forced to face your last copycat...