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"LETS TIMOTHY THIS BITCH

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"LETS TIMOTHY THIS BITCH."





THE SIX TEENAGERS PANICALLY ran to the first classroom they saw and closed the door. Deena and Sam struggled to push the heavy teacher's desk against the door while Simon fumbled with the lock, his hands shaking.

"Hurry! They're coming!" Deena yelled, her voice laced with fear.

"They're going to keep coming!" Kate snapped, her frustration bubbling over.

Simon let out a yell of desperation, "We're fucked!"

"No, we're not!" Kate fired back, glaring at Sam. "She is. They're coming for her. If we put Sam in the hall, we end this now."

Fantasia felt a surge of agreement. Finally, someone was saying what she'd been thinking all along. "Let's just give them what they want!" she echoed.

Deena spun around, her face twisted in anger.

"You two are monsters!" she spat, the accusation cutting deep.

Fantasia's heart sank at the insult. The word
"monster" coming from her girlfriend hurt more than she expected. "Okay, fuck you," she muttered, the sting of betrayal evident in her voice.

"We're being reasonable!" Kate said, "We can't run anymore. A bullet won't stop them, fine. They're really strong. But, we just tried to goddamn explode them, and that didn't work!"

Deena's eyes were wild with emotion. "You're suggesting killing her!"

"We're suggesting not dying!" Fantasia shouted back, her voice cracking under the weight of the situation.

Josh spoke up, trying to mediate. "I mean, that's not exactly what they're saying..."

Deena's eyes flashed with disbelief as she turned to her brother. "Are you on their side?"

Fantasia snapped, her anger flaring. "Are you kidding me? You'd let us all die to protect her? You'd let me die?" She grabbed Josh's backpack and emptied it onto the desk, throwing down the files of all the previous victims.

"Look at this! All of them— dead! This is the only way, Deena. Sam's gotta go." Her voice was shaky, her breath coming in gasps.

Deena looked at her girlfriend and ex girlfriend, "Are you kidding me?" Deena, teary-eyed and trembling, looked at Fantasia with a mix of betrayal and heartbreak.

"Is this your way of proving I love you?" she whispered, her voice cold.

Fantasia's chest tightened as she muttered back, "Wow, you really think that low of me?"

Suddenly, Sam spoke up, her voice soft but true. "Kate and Fantasia are right." She inhaled deeply, her eyes filled with sadness.

"I don't want you guys to die for me. I'm going." She looked down at her feet, steeling herself for what was to come. "I'm ending this."

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"No, you're not!" Deena cried, rushing to Sam and grabbing her. "Are you crazy?"

Sam looked back at Deena with tears in her eyes, holding her face in her hands for a moment before pulling her into a tight hug.

Fantasia scoffed, the ache in her chest growing as she watched them embrace.

Sam let go of Deena and started walking toward the door, her steps heavy with finality.

"Sam, no!" Deena screamed, running after her, but Simon grabbed her and held her back.

"Sam! Sam!" Deena's cries echoed in the room as Sam walked out the door. "We're letting her die! We're killing her!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as she collapsed in Simon's grip, helpless and heartbroken. "Let me go! Let me go! Help me! Help!" She yelled to Josh.

Fantasia then slowly moved toward Deena,
"Deena.." She whispered.

"You're fucking crazy." Deena snapped at Fantasia and shook her head, causing her to back away.

The blondes eyes got teary, and she bit the inside of her cheek.

Fantasia, still shaken by Deena's outburst, hesitated for a moment, her emotions raw and her mind spinning. Deena's harsh words cut deep, leaving her feeling fragile and uncertain.

But when Josh urgently called out, "Fantasia! Get Sam! Get Sam!" she snapped back to reality.

"W-What?" Fantasia stammered, confused and unsure.

"There's another way! Get her!" Josh repeated, his voice filled with urgency.

Without wasting any more time, Fantasia rushed to the door, yanking it open and pulling Sam back inside just as Kate slammed the door shut and locked it behind them.

Sam stumbled back, her eyes wide and filled with confusion. "Wha-What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling as she looked between Fantasia, Kate, and the others.

Kate stepped forward, her voice firm but kind.

"You're not doing this alone," she said, her determination unwavering.

Fantasia nodded, her voice softer now as she looked at Sam. "You're not dying," she reassured her. "Not like this."

Josh, standing with newfound confidence, spoke up. "There's another way," he said, his eyes darting between them. "C. Berman. She's the key. Camp nightwing, summer of '78. Group of campers, brutal massacre, there was one Shadyside survivor, C.
Berman." Josh told the group

"The still traumatized girl claims that amidst the carnage she saw the witch," Sam continued to read, her voice trembling slightly as the weight of the words settled in the room.

"Yeah, just like you," Josh interjected, his voice steady but urgent. "So, if she survived, I'm pretty sure-" His eyes darted around, searching for any glimmer of hope in their circumstances.

"There may be a way for me to survive too," Sam finished, a spark of determination within her.

"I got it! C. Berman! 9006 Brennan Way!" Fantasia shouted, her excitement bubbling over.

"This has to be her!" Kate exclaimed, her voice rising with enthusiasm. Deena rushed to the phone, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for it, fully aware of the urgency of the moment.

"Uh, 155-4747!" Fantasia quickly read off the number, her mind racing with possibilities.

"I need some help over here!" Simon yelled, his voice strained as he struggled to keep the door shut against the relentless force pressing against it.

Fantasia sighed heavily, knowing she couldn't ignore Simon's plea. She ran over to assist him, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Suddenly, Fantasia screamed loudly as Nightwing's hand crashed through the door, barely missing her and Simon, sending a shockwave of fear through the room.

"Shut up!" Simon shouted, his voice rising above the chaos. "This is not gonna hold!"

Panic surged in Fantasia as Nightwing's grotesque hand reached through, grasping Simon's head in a terrifying grip. She could see the terror in Simon's eyes, and her own heart raced as she tried to pull his hand away.

"What the fuck?!" she yelled, feeling the icy grip tightening around her wrist. Her screams echoed through the hall, each cry laced with desperation.

"You're not helping!" Kate yelled, frustration spilling over as Fantasia's panic continued to escalate.

In a moment of clarity, Josh sprung into action, rushing forward with a drawing compass in hand. Without hesitation, he stabbed Nightwing's arm, the sharp metal piercing through the otherworldly flesh. The killer yelled in fury, and to Fantasia's relief, it finally released her wrist, allowing her to stumble back from the chaos.

"She died," Sam muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the words hung heavy in the air, and she repeated it, almost as if trying to convince herself of the grim reality.

"She died." Her gaze was fixed on Deena, who stood frozen in shock, processing the meaning of what Sam was saying.

"What? No, she's alive," Deena argued, her voice firm as she dropped the phone to the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet room. She moved closer to Sam, desperation flickering in her eyes. "That's the whole point. We need to focus on the fact that she survived!"

"Yeah-yeah, she survived, but-" Sam paused, her thoughts racing. The room felt suffocating as the truth settled in her mind.

"But first she died." The words hung between them like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over their hope.

Deena took a deep breath, her determination surging as she began to read aloud from the report. "C. Berman was found in the woods; her heart had stopped, but a local boy performed CPR." Each word carried the weight of their situation, and the group felt the gravity of what they were discussing.

"What if this is it?" Sam asked, her voice filled with a mix of fear and hope. "What if that's how she survived? Her heart stopped. She survived by dying." The notion was both terrifying and thrilling, igniting a flicker of hope within them.

"What is the fucking rhyme?" Deena snapped, her frustration bubbling over as she turned to Simon, who was scrolling through his phone with a furrowed brow.

"She'll take your blood, she'll take your head, she'll follow you-" Simon began, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding them.

"Until you're dead," Sam and Deena finished together, their voices blending into a chorus that sent shivers down Fantasia's spine.

Fantasia, who had been watching the exchange from a distance, quickly moved over to them, concern etched on her face.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with urgency.

"Fuck it. I'm dying tonight one way or another," Sam concluded, a fierce resolve shining in her eyes. "Let's try to bring me back." Her determination was evident, and it sent a wave of mixed emotions crashing over the group.

"Okay! Great! But we all have to survive to do that!" Daisy interjected, clapping her hands together as if trying to rally their spirits.

Suddenly, Simon shouted, "Window! Window! Fucking window!" The urgency in his voice snapped everyone into action. They sprinted toward the nearest window, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they scrambled to escape the room.

Once outside, they ran as fast as they could toward the ambulance parked nearby. Each step felt like a lifeline, pushing them closer to safety.

The moment they all crawled inside and Simon slammed the door shut, a sense of relief washed over them. He turned to face the group, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Let's Timothy this bitch," he said, calling the name of their makeshift hero with a fierce grin.

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