six. plastered faces

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"fuck this."

MINDY AND CHADS HOUSE 1

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MINDY AND CHADS HOUSE 1.25PM
Sam got out of her Prius, looking up at the suburban house stood in front of her. she used to come here to babysit the kids before everything, but it felt weird to be back here, all things considered. she used to feel so comfortable and welcome in the house before but now, it felt like the house was icing her out.

she had come straight from Dewey's caravan, that conversation hadn't gone very well, not one person liked her in that family at this point. it was a shame Dewey was so persistent about not getting involved, she needed him, but at least he gave her all the knowledge she needed to help her and her friends survive. Sam walked up the porch steps, looking down as if she was trying to avoid eye contact with the house and then she heard another car door bash shut. turning around she saw Dewey walking towards her, he must have followed her all the way there.
"Dewey? You came?"
"I've decided become your temporary assistant in your investigation. i cant sit back and watch this happen, especially with my daughters life at stake."
"i'm glad." Sam smiled, "we both want the same thing and i think we'll make a pretty good team."

The doorbell rang and Mindy opened the door. She looked at Sam and smiled then moved her eyes across to Dewey.
"Oh? Hi Dewey, come on in." she led them in, "ELLIE YOUR DADS HERE"
the small girl jumped into the hallway, confused at seeing her dad hanging around with Sam.
"uhhh, dad? what are you doing here? you need to sleep."
"i've spoke to Sam," the father said, holding his daughters hand. she tutted, "and i'm gonna try and help her catch this guy, it's not fair if i just let this happen, i mean, i have helped murder seven of these psychos."
Eleanor's eyes wonders as she sarcastically said, "oh great, good to know, FATHER."
Mindy, Sam, Dewey and Ellie walked though to the main room. it was very crowded, you could tell this time, this Stab movie. as she ran over and lay on Wes' chest, all ellie could think was that she might not see any of these people every again. Chad was sat next to them, with Liv in between, trying ignore Jay who was sat in front of them.
"Oh Dewey," Theo Roberts came up from behind the man. him, mindy nancy and monica has been in the kitchen helping martha with the food. Nancy felt sort of out of place here but she knew everyone there and she had wanted to join this group for a while, it seemed so much less dramatic.
"yeah?" dewey said turning around, "oh, hi theo. god, every time i see you i think you're still that little five year old clutching his teddy bear." dewey laughed.
he said this almost every time he saw theo. as adults do, 'god you've grown!' that sort of small talk.
"yeah," theo laughed, "and it looks like this is all happening again but i don't have my teddy bear this time ." it was supposed to be a joke but all things considered... dewey just sad laughed. "anyways," theo said changing the conversation, "i just wanted to let you know i've called Aunt Sidney to let her know what's going on, i don't know if that was a good idea but i thought she could help you"
"oh yeah, thanks, theo" dewey said as the boy walked away. he didn't want to say anything but, dewey found this very suspicious. a killer who has been targeting your auntie for decades has returned and he decided to ring her and bring her back? maybe he was just a little dumb but it was a very skeptical move. His eyes shifted over to the eldest Freeman girl, cutting fruit up.
"Monica.." he trembled in a low voice as the girl looked up, "do you think I could talk to you for a sec?"
"Sure!" she smiled, walking into the lounge behind the kitchen led by Dewey. The room was empty and dark, it wasn't used a lot by the Meeks, especially while their father was away.
It just had a glass table and an old sofa you saw from the kitchen and a big TV cabinet on the other side of the kitchen wall. It also has big glass doors looking into the garden but with this time of day, the sun was shining through from behind the trees and glass. Monica stood, leaning against the cabinet and Dewey stood opposite her, facing the kitchen arch. He could see all the way through into the living area where Lola Mitchell was talking to his daughter, and Nancy Stewart yapping on to her best friend, Casey about something in the kitchen.
"Look," he sighed, "last time something like this happened, i was... prepared, you know, i was young and working down at the station. i could protect everyone, like you, sid and theo... gale. but i'm not sure how strong i am for this one. people have already been killed and i've only just decided to do something, i just-"
"dewey," monica interrupted, putting a hand on his shoulder, "i know what your trying to say. i feel it too. no one expects you to do this by yourself, you know best what to do in these situations and we can help. it's okay to be nervous."
the man took a deep breath and tears started bubbling up in his eyes as he sat on the end of the sofa.
"i know, monica, i know but your all kids. i should be fighting for you all, i don't know why i wasted all these years in an empty beer bottle."
monica walked over to him and put a comforting arm around his shoulder, rubbing his arm as he tried to find the right words.
"i'm just alone this time, sid and gale aren't here and even if they were i don't know if i'd be strong enough to do my part anyway, and i've got more to loose this time than every. all i want is to be strong for my daughter and make sure she doesn't have to go through this, and i'm sure you feel the same way about your sister, i feel so vunerable. i just want to protect my daughter."
the father broke down, covering his eyes as monica hugged him tightly like a nursing mother.
she whispered, "it's okay, it's okay, don't worry. it's understandable to feel like that, especially in woodsboro," she smiled, "but your doing the best you can. you've always been a great cop and ellie is lucky to have you as her dad. we will all be fine, dewey."
"EVERYONE GET IN HERE." they heard mindy shout from the living space, in a voice filled with boredom and a lack of patience. the two slowly stood up and dewey tried his best to compose himself.
"thanks, monica.. i just wish things were different."
"i know, but we've all got eachother and we will
do whatever it takes to keep each other safe." mon reassured as she started to talk towards where everyone was crowded.

          

dewey nodded, looking slightly more at ease. "i appreciate it." he stood up to leave but paused. "and monica?" she turned around, brows raised. "if anything ever happens to me, please look out for ellie."
the girl blankly stared, her heart sank at the thought of losing Dewey, but she nodded solemnly with a plastered smile on her face. "Of course I will. You have my word."
she turned around and started walking towards the others, with the smile being plagued by dread as dewey followed behind her.

"ALL RIGHT EVERYONE, LISTEN UP." mindy shouted like a war general. "you've all been brought here today because you are all the suspects and/or victims of the current massacre we are all living through."
everyone was here. nick, the stewart twins, chris, taras whole group, monica, sam, dewey, theo, lola and her boyfriend, miles.
"wait, am i a survivor or a victim? or a suspect?" nick questioned.
"oh, you're so cute." mindy mocked.
"you really think it's one of us?" miles asked.
"i think it could be anyone in this room, even i have a motive for murder." the girl snapped back.
"historically speaking, at least one of the killers was from the friend group 75% of the time." dewey chimed.
"but the killer said he knew my secret. i think he attacked tara to lure me back here." said sam.
"so?" ellie gave her a rotten stare.
"so why immediately go murder some guy who was stalking liv?" sam replied.
liv subtly looked over at jay, but he brushed it off and ignored her.
"maybe because he beat the shit out of deputy dewey here, maybe he's the killer." jay digressed.
everyone looked over at him, confused and partially mad that jay would even suspect that.
"no offense..." he added.
"none taken. but what's my motive?" deputy dewey asked.
"you got stabbed a billion times, got dumped by your famous wife and crawled into a bottle. i think it's safe to say you're on the suspect list." theo chirped.
"okay will everyone stop suspecting my fifty-year old father?" eleanor defended him, why was everyone suddenly blaming him?

"um... vince isn't unconnected..." casey said, looking up from her phone, "he's related to delilah mitchell, one of the original killers."
at this point, lola could feel all the eyes in the room burning on her. but before she had the chance to say anything.
"who's delilah mitchell?" liv questioned.
"my mother," lola looked up at liv, "she helped billy and peter kill everyone in the first attacks."
"oh... sorry." liv awkwardly smiled.
"don't be, i should be the one apologising to dewey." the daughter sighed.
"you aren't your mother, lola." dewey assured her as amber side eyed the blonde.
"so the first three attacks are all on people related to the original killers. it's almost like he's taking revenge on them." monica explained.
"okay i really don't wanna be this person," liv added, once again, "but if the killer is attacking people related to the first massacre, does no one find it weird that lola is here right now?"
lola's face shifted fiercely and she tightened her fist, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"oh, nothing, i'm not saying i want you to be attacked, i'm just saying it's a bit weird that you haven't been." the pink haired girl cockily grinned. lola disgustedly looked over at amber and amber gave liv a worried look.

"anyway..." mindy stood up, "let's leave the accusations to the experts, shall we, jay and liv?" the two started to look less smug and more anxious at this point.
"as wild as they are, the points made aren't completely idiotic but i highly doubt lola and dewey to be partners in crime. but thinking back to what mon said, i think the killer is making a requel."
"a what?" monica asked.
"speak english" chris added.
"remember the stab movie that came out last year?" mindy asked.
"oh yeah, the one the knives out guy directed, right? i really liked that one."
"of course you do, you have terrible taste."
ellie scoffed.
"But the hardcore Stab fans hated it. You go on
4Chan and Dreddit, all they're talking about 1s how stab 8 pisses on their childhood, how there's no connection to the original films. how the main character's a Mary sue-"
"what's a mary sue?" nick asked.
"you really don't wanna know," said chris.
"there was even a petition to have the studio pretend stab 8 never happened and shoot a new movie 'for the fans'" mindy explained.
"but it's just a movie-" nancy said confused.
"not to some people. to some, the original's their favorite thing in the world - the movie that made them love horror, that opened up a whole new world, that Mom or Dad showed them when they were ten that bonded them together. And God help anyone who slightly fucks with that special memory, who makes a movie they think disrespects it." she takes a breath, "it sounds like our killer's writing his own version of Stab 8, but doing it as a re-quel"
"which is what?" jay said, losing patience. this just filled mindy with more happiness. she jumped up to her feet.
"see, you can't just reboot a franchise from scratch anymore, fans won't stand for it. Black Christmas, Child's Play, Flatliners-that shit doesn't work. but you can't just do a straight sequel, either - you gotta build something new, but not too new, or the internet goes bug fucking nuts. it's gotta be part of an ongoing story, even if the story shouldn't have been ongoing in the first place. new main characters, yes, but supported by and related to legacy characters. not quite reboot, not quite a sequel. like the new halloween, saw, terminator, jurassic park, ghostbusters, fuck, even star wars. it always goes
back to the original." she was beaming with joy.
sam looked horrified, "are you telling me i'm in the middle of fan-fucking-fiction?!"
"not the middle, sam," mindy walked over to her, "youre the star."

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