AN: hello readers! my friend eric and i are writing this story because we both love the scream movies and lets face- you know you do to. im not sure how often i'll be able to update this story, my skool is ending soon and we have alot of tests coming up. but i'll be free from the dreaded hw soon enough, so the updates should be more frequent then. as for my danger days story, im not really sure what to say besides im so sorry! im not really sure what happened, i just kinda stopped working on it. im really really sorry you guys :'( i promise to start working on it again asap! dont be mad if i still dont update for a while, i havent forgotten about you guys! thanks for reading this story and all my others, love ya! (ps: i will be using MCR in this story)

RING RING! "Oh my god!" I exclaimed as I marched from my room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen...AGAIN! RING RING! I ripped the house phone from the receiver and violently pressed the "Talk" button. "Mikey- stop calling me! It's over, you cheated and I'm never ever taking you back! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD!" "Who's Mikey?" My mouth dropped open and I felt myself turn red, "Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else." "I could be whoever you want me to be." I closed my eyes and thought, trying to identify that deep voice. "Who am I talking to?" he demanded. "Stephanie. Who is this?" "That's for me to know, and you to find out."
"And how would I find that out?" I asked, pressing the phone against my ear with my shoulder and reaching into the cupboard for a bowl. "Don't hang up and you just might find out." I stopped pouring my M&M's into the bowl, "Why would I hang up?" I asked, suspicion seeping into my tone. "Some people find me...scary." "Well who are you?" I asked again. "I wanna play a game." I dropped the bag of M&M's I was holding, spilling the multi-colored chocolates all across the floor. "Did you hear me?" I felt my lip begin quivering; I heard that question once before. I heard it at my friend Ciara's 13th birthday party, while we were watching a movie.
While we were watching Scream.
Quietly, I began walking slowly towards the front door. "What kind of game?" my voice cracked on the last word. "What's your favorite scary movie?" I couldn't stand it anymore, pressing "End" on the phone I sprinted to the front door and turned all the locks to the right, securing it. I then ran over and locked all the windows as well as the back door. I stood against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. RING RING!
"Why don't you just leave me alone!" I screamed; the phone suddenly stopped ringing. I breathed a huge sigh of relief and slowly began to climb to my feet, glad that was over. Teenagers scare the living shit outta me! I rushed up the stairs towards the sound of my cell phone, hoping it was one of my friends- I needed to talk about what just happened. Picking up my pink and black cell, I answered the call without checking who it was- big mistake. "I told you not to hang up on me!" I gasped at the sound of his aggressive and threatening tone, closing my phone instantly- oops. Teenagers scare- "How come you won't leave me alone?" "Because I wanna know what your insides look like! Now listen you little bitch, hang up on me one more time and pretty boy here gets it!" I froze- what did he just say? Pretty boy? He couldn't possibly mean Mikey, could he? "I don't know who you're talking about," I said, but I knew he could tell I was lying. Mikey always told me I was a horrible liar. Poor Mikey...
"You lying fuck! Now, we're going to play a trivial game, movie category. Answer all three questions correctly and I'll leave you and blond boy here alone. And if you decide to hang up, I got you some motivation. Look out your back door." I slowly nodded (I couldn't see him but I had a feeling he could see me) and walked down stairs, quickening my pace as I went. By the time I reached the door I was practically running. I peeked behind our long, cream-colored, floor-length curtains but couldn't see anything in the dark. "I know you're standing by the door, I can practically SMELL your fear. Turn on the lights." I dropped the phone after he spoke; I forgot I was talking on the phone. I quickly picked it back up and proceeded.
Reaching for the light switch, I cried out at the sight before me: Mikey was seated in one of our patio chairs, ropes bounding his arms behind his back, and a rag tied around his mouth. His eyes, already wide with fear, widened even more at the sight of me, pleading for my help. My heart broke when I looked at him, he had blood soaked through his green jacket and cuts and bruises all over his face. "No!" I screamed into the phone, "Let him go! Let him go! What did we ever do go you!" "Nothing. But you better be scared of what I'll do to you." "Please, please just leave," I begged, "I won't tell anyone, he won't either. Just please, leave us alone, please." "Sorry sweetie, but I gotta start my game." I screamed into the phone.
"Stop it or I'll gut you like a fish! Now, question 1: Who is the killer in 'The Nightmare On Elm Street'?" "Freddy!" I exclaimed. Thank god Mikey loved horror movies! "Freddy what?" "Krueger! Freddy Krueger!" "Now why were you so worried? You're doing fine so far!" "Please just stop," I pleaded, though I knew it was pointless. "Question 2: What weapon does Jason use?" "Jason who?" "Jason from Friday the 13th! You better hurry up and answer- or I'll slice blondies' heart out!" "Don't hurt him! A machete- Jason uses a machete!" "Correct. One last question: What's my favorite scary movie?"
"How am I supposed to know! I don't even know who you are!" "Just guess. You've got 30 seconds." "Halloween, The Blair Witch Project, Saw, Pet Semetary, Amity Vill. Horror, Hostel, Friday the 13th, The Nightmare On Elm Street, Premonitions, Insidious, Apollo 18, Martyr, The Crow, It, The Dolls, The Birds, The Wolfman, Dracula, Case 39, Daybreakers, Jeepers Creepers, The Happening, Paranormal Activity, Shutter Island, Psycho, Night of the Living Dead, Jaws! It's one of those right?" I waited patiently to hear his voice to confirm that I was right, but he never spoke.
I took this as a sign that I was correct and cautiously began to unlock the backdoor. BANG! I stopped dead in my tracks- what was the bang? I began to hear the sound of footsteps running down our stairs. Not waiting to see the intruder, I took off running into our backyard towards Mikey. I reached his side and began to untie him when I realized he hadn't moved the entire time- at all. "Mikes? Mikey can you hear me?" He never responded. I stopped trying to undo the expertly tied knot and lifted up his green jacket- I couldn't breath and tears flooded my eyes.
Blood soaked through his black and white Misfits t-shirt, a large slash running along his abdomen. "No! Oh, Mikey! He said he wouldn't hurt you if I answered correctly! I-" I gasped in shock and pain. Looking down, I could see the tip of a bowie knife sticking out of my stomach. "My favorite scary movie is Scream," I heard a voice whisper into my ear. That was the last thing I heard beside my screams.
The knife twisted around, carving a hole then was swiftly withdrawn, only to be plunged into the center of my shoulder blades. I screeched and fell to the ground, leaving myself open for an attack, which this person took advantage of. They flipped me onto my back and with swift stabs, tore the knife into my face. I began to loss my grip on consciousness and life, slowly feeling my will to survive slip away. No, I wouldn't die like this. I have to know who my attacker is, even if I die before anyone can know. I force my eyes open but find that I would be better off if I didn't watch this person butcher my torso. But in that split second, I caught a glimpse of what my attacker was wearing. They were wearing a mask that covered their entire face, but I knew that mask- it was from that movie.
From Scream.
Reaching my right arm up, I ignored the god-forsaken pain and felt around for the mask. Once in my grasp, I slipped my fingers under the mask and forced open my eyes again. With all the energy I had left, I tore it off and saw my attacker, no, my killer's face. A feeling of betrayal settled itself in the pit of my stomach, or what was left of it anyways. I tried to form words or scream, but just when I was about to, I felt the cold metal of the knife slip across my throat and sever my jugular vein. Blood gushed from the cut artery, and within seconds I had bled out. I was dead.
Welcome to Scream 5.

AN2: i forgot the disclaimer! disclaimer: i only own the plot and my OCs! asmuch as i would love to own MCR, i (extremely unfortunately!) dont own them. thanks for reading! and i shall not update again until i has atleast 7 reviews!