Once upon a time, there lived, for lack of a better term, a really fucked up individual.
Everything he did was mega cray-cray. And obsessive. Specifically, with horror movies. Saw, Nightmare on Elm Street, some other trademarked horror film that would probably cost a lot of money just to mention on television. Good thing the written word's so superior, yeah?
In any case, the fact that he liked horror movies wasn't what made him weird and ostracized by his peers (as if he had any). No, it was the fact that he constantly related everything to horror movies. Every decision he made was based off some sadistic choice you'd find in those films.
Which is why, when he noticed her, his pitifully devious mind set off a complete rip off of a plan. But a plan it was...!
"Um, hello?"
Try as she might, Lindsay could not open the door to the suddenly abandoned mall. Which was weird. She hadn't been testing out makeup tubes too long, had she?
She tried pulling it open again. "Please open up! It's, like, dark in here!"
Her phone started to buzz in her pocket. Opening it up and taking a moment to recuperate from such a blinding light that it emitted, she noticed one new message.
"Ooh, I hope it's Tyler!" she squealed. Reading it aloud, she said, "'I want to play a game'...
Games are fun! What kind of game?"
Another message appeared, and Lindsay, being the airhead that she was, didn't noticed that it responded to her without having her text back. This time, she didn't read aloud.
'I have candy. Sweet, sweet candy... All you have to do is walk into the gym area, the place with so many heavy objects that can be used as weapons.'
She scoffed. "Um, hello? Candy doesn't work for my figure. Sweet, sweet candy..." She found herself drooling, but then she slapped her face. "No! I'm on a diet!"
Another text. 'Sugar free.'
She frowned. "But there won't be any for Tyler!"
'Tiler's with me.'
"Tee-ler?"
'*Tyler'
Lindsay gasped. "Why do you have Tyler with you?! Are you stealing him?! Is this you, Heather?!"
'Nevermind, I lied.'
"That's not very nice!"
'One two Freddy's coming for you?'
"What?"
'Come on, just go in the gym. Tyler wants you to get buff, yeah?'
She stomped her foot. "I don't know who you are, but Tyler would never want me to do that!"
'Yeah he would.'
Fuming, Lindsay yelled out, "Forget it! I'm leaving!" she stomped towards the door and pushed it open... and to her surprise, it actually opened. Maybe she should've pushed instead of pulled. In any case, she left the mall, leaving the texter by his lonesome self.
In the gym, Ezekiel sighed. He held up his machete and started lightly stroking it, cooing, "Oh machete... You'll always be my friend, eh?"
A/N: I'm sorry, Secret, but I haven't seen Scream at all, so I just winged it from a quick read from Wikipedia. It was super difficult trying to write what I don't know, so sorry it's so short and mediocre. Uhm, I hope you enjoyed your secret santa present?