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Sam parked her rental car outside Woodsboro Prison, rubbing her face with both hands. Questioning everything she’s ever done that got her to this moment. She should’ve just stayed in New York and wrote the man a letter, but it would’ve taken weeks to get a response. Unless he had gotten too violent again and lost his mail privileges, that happened far too many times.
She finally got herself together, popping her anti-psychotics before exiting her car with a Tupperware container and her backpack. The guards didn’t even ask what she was there for, they already knew she was Billy’s daughter before the whole Richie debacle. Also before Gale published her book…She was trying to move on from that however, she remembered how pissed off Billy was when she told him what Gale had done.
“Miss.Carpenter” A guard greeted, Sam didn’t know his name, and didn’t care to learn it
”I’m here to see my father” Sam told him, plan and simple, straight to the point, she wasn’t in the mood to talk to guards today.
The guard seemed to know this and just nodded his head, first looking to see what was in the Tupperware container. Then walking off to retrieve the man in question. Sam walked through a barred doorway which led to the room where prisoners met with friends and family. There was no box separating them or a phone to talk into. Just a jail cell like entrance on her side and across the room a door that led to the rest of the prison.
It didn’t take long for the guards to bring Billy in, and if he was surprised to see her, it didn’t show on his face or in his eyes. Instead he sat down across from her and lifted his hands, allowing the guard to attach his handcuffs to the table. Sam pushed her chair closer to the table, so she was as close as she physically could be to him, she never knew why she did that. It was just something she did during a visit with him.
“Hey, Sammy” Billy greeted, a sly smirk crossing his face
Sam rolled her eyes “Hello, Billy”
She took out the banana bread in the Tupperware container, normally she’d give him a utensil but she was rather scrabbled today and forgot to grab them. Sam reached into her backpack and looked at the mask inside it. Then she looked back at Billy, he seemed to pick up on a raised an eyebrow.
“What happened in New York, Sam?” Billy asked
Sam sighed, why did all the people in her life have to be so blunt and have no filter when talking. She ran her hands down her face and looked inside her bag again. Then checked to see if any guards were watching, they weren’t.
”He forced me to put it on” Sam told him
“What?” Billy asked, completely lost and had no idea what “It” was
”Bailey, the new Ghostface killer, forced me to put it on” Sam repeated, ripping his mask out her back.
Billy’s eyes widened and he reached out to touch it, his handcuffs preventing him from touching it. Sam pushed it closer so he could grab it, so he could admire his old mask.
”What the hell happened to it?” Billy mumbled
Sam’s lips twitched upward a little, that mask did look like it been through a lot. Hell, it looked like it’d been through a lot before she got her hands on it.
“Okay..” Billy began, setting his mask down “Bailey forced you to put my mask on…and you kept it after?”
Sam stuttered and Billy smirked at her reaction. She didn’t expected Billy to point that out and she jumped a little when he leaned in.
”Did you kill me?” Billy asked, his brown eyes filled with manic light
“He was going to kill me, He was going to kill Tara” Sam hissed “What do you think?”
Sam watched as Billy bit as his lips and his eyes jump around, admiring the mask once more. He gently pushed it back towards Sam and she gave him a confused look.
“Put it on” Billy asked though it sounded like a command but his voice was soft
“What?!” Sam yelped, her own eyes widening in shock
“Put it on” Billy repeated, sighing when Sam didn’t move “C’mon, I wanna see what you look like in it.
Sam gulped and reached for the mask, she put her hand inside of it and reached for the elastic band inside and pulled the mask over her head. Making sure that the band fit snuggly on her back of her head and that the fabric in the back wasn’t catch in her hair.
She forgot how humid it got in that mask, sure there was a little cut out in the mouth use as a breathing hole but it didn’t do much. It surprisingly wasn’t hard to see out of the eyeholes, it was just like wearing sunglasses.
She hated how right it felt to wear that mask.
”You look great.” Billy told her, that smug smirk still on his face, though now it looked more genuine then mocking
”Well, fuck you too” Sam hissed out, her voice muffled by the mask
“Like or not Sammy, I’m always going to be part of your life, even when I’m dead” Billy told her “Team Loomis, right?”
Sam blinked, surprised by the lack of tears in her eyes. She thought that the idea of embracing her following her in father’s footsteps would’ve upset her more. Instead it felt like a bitter-sweet thing that pulled at her heart.
All these other Ghostface killers had tried to kill her, kill her friends, kill Tara. They tried to take her family from her. Sam bit at her own lips and thought about it, what if another Ghostface killer came out of the dark, would they come for her and her family again.
Would they just aim for her, or Tara and Danny? Mindy and Chad as well. Would the five of them ever be safe again? Sam had the know-how on being a killer, she had the blood as well. She already had a lot of blood on her hands from the people that died because of her and the people she killed herself.
Hell, she could give the next Ghostface killer a really good scare if they came after her. Her family in danger and her springing out of the closet, in her father’s robes and wielding his Bowie knife. The shock that would be on that person’s face at someone else besides them and their accomplice wearing that mask. How they might scream as the knife entered and exited them, how they blood splashed all over her and bits of organs flew around.
Sam didn’t mind the way her lips twitched upward at the thought, she had enjoyed killing Richie, and the other’s in the “Bailey” family.
She took off the mask so Billy could properly see her face, and she gently placed the mask back in her bag. Zippering it shut before a guard showed up and got nosey enough to try and take a peek of what was inside.
Sam nodded her head and looked up at Billy, a smug smirk of her own on her face.
”Team Loomis” Sam echoed “Always, gonna be that way.”