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Sidney couldn’t focus. Maureen Evans and Phil Stevens. Had both been brutally murdered at a showing of STAB. The killer had been wearing the costume. The same one that haunted her dreams. They had been in public there were so many people around them and they still got killed.
They went to her school. They had lives and loved ones. Everyone was focusing on whether or not to blame the movies when two people had died. Who cares about the movies these are human lives.
“Movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative,”
Billy’s words rung in her head clear as day.
She still doesn’t get how she never realized she had dated him some part of her genuinely had thought she loved him and he loved her. But he was just manipulating her so he could make his stupid movie. Two people she had known for so long and had been close with thought of as friends were plotting to kill her. And killed so many people. People she cared about.
Tatum.
Innocent people.
Casey.
Steve.
Principal Himbry.
Kenny.
They killed her mom.
Maureen Prescott.
But now Billy was dead and Stu was rotting in jail.
But some sick fuck decided to pick up the mask.
Become GhostFace as the media had branded it.
She didn’t want to live afraid of this asshole. She needed to find them. And there was one person who could her help her with that.
Even if she never wanted to talk to him again.
He knew how they thought because he was like them maybe he’d be able to help her.
And even though she didn’t want to she knew what she had to do.
She had to talk to him.
Stu Macher.

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Sidney stood outside the door of Film Theory they were debating sequels or something. Randy saw her, he knew why she there why they needed to talk. If Woodsboro was repeating they were all in danger. Randy walked over to her.
“Randy I’m telling you it’s happening again,” Sidney said.
“These are different people it doesn’t affect us,” Randy said.
“You can’t believe that the costume the movie it all points back to the same thing,” Sidney said.
“Can’t we just have a pseudo quasi happy existence?” Randy asked.
“You know that’s not how it works not with all this happening again,” Sidney said.
“I have an idea,” Sidney said.
“Please tell me you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking?” Randy asked.
“I don’t like it but what choice do we have but to talk to him?” Sidney said.
“No way Stu’s a psycho he’s probably glad this is happening finally getting his sequel,” Randy said.
“Hey Sid are you good I heard you skipped,” Derek said appearing from behind them.
“Yeah just didn’t want all the that’s her looks,” Sidney said.
“What were you two talking about?” Derek asked.
“Just how to return to our pseudo quasi happy existence,” Sidney said.
“Well I’ve got an idea for that,” Derek said kissing her. Randy was annoyed or jealous.

As the sorority girls cornered her like Mormons at her door trying to convert her Sidney was annoyed. She was definitely not joining a sorority or organized religion.
Once they left Sidney spotted a familiar face that she was glad to see.
Dewey was looking around seemingly confused.
Sidney ran up to home she was glad to see him again he was practically her big brother.
“Dewey what are you doing here?” Sidney asked.
“Well when I heard the news I hopped in the first available flight,” Dewey explained.
They ended up catching up Dewey seemed happy for her. She could remember being a kid hanging out with Tatum and Dewey being the cool big brother who would drive them places. Sidney practically grew up at the Riley house to the point she even had her own bed.
Then she remembered why Dewey was here and it put a damper on the reunion.
Gale ended up sneaking up on Sidney trying to get an interview between her and Cotton so Sidney punched her. She may have told Randy to be kind earlier because she saved their lives but this was Gales fault for being a bitch. Sidneys kindness only extended so far when it was unreturned.
Sidney needed to do this no matter how much everyone else told her not to.
“I’m here to see Stu Macher,”

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“Stay a few feet away from the cell at all times don’t try to pass him anything don’t let him pass you anything,” the guard said.
“You have no idea what he’s capable of,” the guard said.
“I know exactly what he’s capable of,” Sidney said.
She was Sidney fucking Prescott she knew better than anyone.
“Oh yeah I guess you would,” the guard said.
It was a bit concerning how close to her college Stu was being held Sidney had almost chosen a different one because of that, but then she decided that she wasn’t going to let Stu stop her from going to the college of her choice.
When they reached the cell Sidney saw Stu immediately he was staring at her like he knew she was going to be there.
He looked different than when she last saw him. He looked older a bit skinnier, paler, his cheekbones hollowed out and his eyes slightly dark underneath. His hair had grown out to slightly below his ears the longer bits showing an obvious curl to them.
But most obvious was his face. It was painted with scars. Sidney knew what they were from. The tv. The electricity and shards of glass were bound to scar him. The fact that he was still recognizable was probably a miracle.
The scarred flesh covering his face was almost burnt looking in parts while others were practically shredded. Still there was a recognizable Stu-ness that she could make out in the myriad of scars.
“Sid, what a surprise,” Stu said his scarred face stretching into an unnatural smile.
“What surprised by your own work,” Stu said pointing at his face.
“I personally think it lean towards Freddy Krueger more than anything, what about you Sid what do you think?” Stu asked.
“Don’t call me that,” Sidney said.
“You know if you weren’t such a goody two shoes you got a killer instinct you could’ve made a great ghostface what a shame,” Stu sighed dramatically.
“I’m nothing like you,” Sidney said.
“Oh you say that but you’ll see,” Stu said.
“How do you even know that name?” Sidney asked.
“What name,” Stu said.
“Ghostface,” Sidney said.
“Oh you don’t know well I wish I could take credit for it but that belongs all to our lovely Tatum,” Stu said.
“What do you mean?” Sidney said.
She didn’t want to know the answer.
“Well Billy told me all about her kill so sad I had to miss it but let me see what did she say exactly,” Stu said pointing a finger in his lip like he was thinking about it.
“Please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface I want to be in the sequel,” Stu said doing a shitty impression of Tatum and then he laughed he fucking laughed.
“You bitch you fucking bitch you never even loved her fuck you rot in hell you fucking ass,” Sidney yelled at him accidentally stepping too close to the cell. The guard pulled her away.
“Miss Prescott if you can’t follow the rules we’ll be forced to kick you out of here,” the guard said.
“No I can I just got mad,” Sidney said trying to regain her composure.
She needed to remember what she came here for.
“Listen Stu I came to talk to you for a reason,” Sidney said.
“What you didn’t just miss me and want to catch up,” Stu asked mocking sadness.
“The killings have started again there’s a new killer,” Sidney said.
“Oh a sequel Tatums probably sad she didn’t make the cast,” Stu said.
Sidney needed to keep her cool.
“I’m sure Billy’s disappointed he didn’t make the cut either,” Sidney said.
Stu’s smile wavered at that. Yeah she could play these games too.
Sidney was going to win this she was going to catch this new killer and she wasn’t losing any friends this time. She couldn’t lose someone again not after Tatum not after her mom she was going to save them even if it meant she had to make a deal with the devil.

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Stu’s smile had dropped after her comment about Billy it seemed like she hit a nerve there.
“You know Sid you like to act so high and mighty but you are just as bad as the rest of us, atleast me and Billy were honest about it all we were creating something that would redefine the genre,” Stu said.
“You’re insane and I’m nothing like you,” Sidney said.
“We talked about this already, it’s psychotic,” Stu said.
“You can tell yourself that but we both know that you just killed all those people because you wanted to impress Billy like you were his fucking dog,” Sidney said looking Stu square in the eye.
“Which one of us slept with him during a serial killing spree? I mean you really didn’t see the signs and you still slept with a serial killer, how many times did you accuse him before that?” Stu asked.
“You’re one to talk,” Sidney said.
“How many victims did you date? Let’s be honest you were upset Casey dumped you and then dated Steve so instead of getting over it like a normal person and letting her live her life you killed her,” Sidney said.
“She was too good for you, out of your league, Tatum too, they both deserved better than you,” Sidney said.
“At least I wasn’t so blind to not notice my own boyfriend keeping so much from me,” Stu said.
“Listen I hate you and you hate me we can agree that we have a mutual hatred here but I need to stop this killer,” Sidney said.
“Why would I help you as you said we aren’t friends,” Stu said.
“You really want a shitty sequel?” Sidney asked.
“You got to have a sequel these days,” Stu said.
“One that you’re not in and I cut Billy’s part out a while ago,” Sidney said.
She hates these words coming out of her mouth. This wasn’t a movie but if she acted like it was he might help her. She still hates it so much how dehumanizing it was to all the people who lost their lives. They better not make a Stab two.
“You know Billy loved The Silence of the Lambs, so sure I’ll help you catch Buffalo Bill Clarice,” Stu said.
“You are no Hannibal Lector,” Sidney said.
“Why cause I didn’t eat my victims because there is a lot more to Hannibal than that Sid of course you never were a real horror fan,” Stu said.
“No because you’re not smart enough,” Sidney said.
“And you’re not pretty enough to be Jodie Foster, but we’ll have to make do,” Stu said.
“Just tell me how to catch this guy,” Sidney said.
“Oh well that would ruin the fun for now wait for the next kill,” Stu said.
“That’s not gonna happen cause you’ll tell me how to catch them before they kill again,” Sidney said.
“You know them or at the very least they know you,” Stu said.
“What do you mean by that? Do you know who the killer is?” Sidney asked.
“That is a question for next time, see you soon Sid try and bring me photos,” Stu said.
He was laughing. Fucking sick psycho. She did need to go though, she’d probably end up getting dragged to that party, but it was better than another second in that prison.

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Loud music was pounding into her ears as the smell of alcohol filled the air. Why was she at this party again? Oh right cause her friends wanted her to go. She loved Hallie but she could do without all this sorority stuff.
At some point she got dragged into a conversation with some girls trying to recruit her. They were saying it wasn’t just sex it was a sisterhood and that they only condoned safe sex.
They remembered a killer was on the loose right. It felt weird being at a party. It almost reminded her of that night. Was the killer here at this party?
Did she know him, or her, or them?
She probably did. They probably thought it was more fun to look her in the eye and talk to her like they hadn’t killed someone in cold blood only a few hours before.
How well did she know them?
Her conversation with Stu earlier was ringing in her ears. No she couldn’t let him get to her.
The ringing was getting louder, no it wasn’t ringing, it was sirens.
Everyone was running towards a sorority house that was encased in blue and red light.
Who wasn’t here. Gale, Dewey, no they would have no reason to be there. Gale going solo to investigate wouldn’t be out of character. When Sidney got the house she saw the mangled body of a blonde girl.
Tatum.
No Tatum was dead had been for a while, Billy had killed her. No this girl has been killed this night. This girl has been stabbed and thrown out a window. She recognized the girl.
Cici Cooper.
Cici had Film Theory with Randy and Mickey. Sidney had talked to her a few times nothing much basic conversation, small talk. She had a boyfriend Trevor, no Ted. And she was friends with that girl Dawnie. She was in a sorority. She was in Omega Beta Zeta. She went to Windsor College.
She was a person.
Someone had killed her.
She was a person.
She was dead.
She was a person.

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She hadn’t known Cici not really nothing more than basically pleasantries conversations that never went farther than skin deep. Still seeing her mangled body bathed in the light of the sirens and the girls own blood hurt. Someone had just lost their daughter, someone lost a friend, Cici had lost her life.
All because some sick fuck heard what Billy and Stu did and decided they wanted a sequel. Except this wasn’t a sequel because this wasn’t STAB this wasn’t some movie this was real life.
And a real girl was dead.
The police were getting everyone to leave, so Sidney had to leave. Cici’s body was probably being zipped into a bag and driven away to be inspected by some coroner.
Sidney had heard Gale’s voice she hadn’t looked over at Gale, but hearing her voice was enough to know she was alive. Gale had been talking to a woman who’s voice sounded familiar, probably someone from campus she’d past in the halls, Sidney didn’t know she hadn’t looked back.
She was back at the party. It was so empty with everyone clearing any last stragglers leaving as soon as they gathered their things. Derek was with her. She should leave, but she just felt so odd. Uneasy, but she would be fine, right?