It was later in the day, about 6:00, at Baskin Robbins. The sun was in the first stage of slowly setting. The TV was showing things about the Stab movie. There was a woman interviewer on the screen and across from her was Tori Spelling who played Sidney.

"So tell about this part that you're getting rave reviews for", The interviewer asked with a big celebrity smile, a smile that the young actress returned.

"Well I play this high school girl Sidney Prescott, who discovers that her boyfriend is this crazy serial killer, who actually killed her mother the year before that…" Tori told the reporter with the same smile.

"What kind of research did you do for the part?"

"I still don't get it!" Shouted someone at Baskin Robbins. It was Randy and he was walking with Dewey to a table they can both sit down at. They both had milkshakes in hand. "They get Tori Spelling to play Sid and they cast Joe Blow Nobody to play me." He took a sip from his milkshake as him and Dewey walked to an open table, Dewey laughing. "At least you get David Schwimmer. I get the guy who drove Jane Seymour's stagecoach for one episode of Dr. Quinn." He complained as him and Dewey sat down at the table.

Dewey looked at Randy, "Did you watch it yet?"

Randy nodded, looking back at him. "Earlier with Sid. It wasn't a pleasent experience." He said, putting down his milkshake. "Anyway, let's get down to business, the way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel, you know, cash in on all of the movie murder hoopla, so it's our job to observe rules of a sequel. Number one, the body count is always bigger, number 2, the death scenes are always much more elaborate, more blood, more gore, carnage candy. Your core audience just expects it. And number three, never, ever assume that the killer is dead!"

"How do we find the killer Randy! That's what I wanna know", Dewey told him sternly.

"Okay well then let's look at the suspects. There's Derek, the obvious boyfriend. The guy's pre-med and his 'pity me' cut he got when he was supposedly saving Sidney, missed every major vain and artery!"

"So you think it's Derek!" Dewey said, ready to suspect him but Randy wasn't yet, shaking his head.

"Not so fast. Let's assume if the killer, or ers, has half a brain. He isn't a Nick At Nite rerun type of guy. He wants to break some new ground, so forget the boyfriend thing, it's tired. Who else do we got?"

Dewey looked around, thinking. "There's...

"Mickey..That freaky Taratino student!"

"Yeah…"

Randy leaned his head in closer, talking more softly now. "But if he's a suspect, so am I. So let's move on.."

"Well then wait a minute, lets not move on…What if you are a suspect?"

Randy leaned in closer, whispering. "Well if I'm a suspect…you're a suspect…."

Dewey eyed him. "You've got a point...okay let's move on to..."

"Cici!" Randy yelled, eyes widening.

"Sid's friend?"

Randy nodded, smiling.

Dewey thought about it for a second, then thought of Cici's personality, and her short and slight stature. "C'mon Randy..."

"You never know..Wouldn't that be a twist? The cute, short, sweet girl ending up being behind the whole thing..." He stopped, thinking again. He looked to Dewey again. "How about Gale Weathers?"

Dewey laughed, "Gale? A killer?"

"Why not?"

Dewey became lost in thought, thinking more about the idea. "Well she is vicious enough..."

"She's an opportunist! Isn't it convenient she's planning her next book? That's what reporters do Dewey, they stage the news."

Dewey scoffed, "Then wouldn't that make you apart of it, you're her cameraman."

"People live double lives all the time..."

"No, Gale's alot of things but Gale's not a killer..."

Randy smirked, "Listen just because your sweet on her…"

"I am not…"

Randy groaned and then smiled again, "Oh c'mon Dewey. This is me talking, Randy! The unrequited love slave of Sidney Prescott, I know all about obsession…" He then pulled his collar out, showing his healed, though still visible, gunshot wound. "And pain…"

"And you've got your love scar to prove it..." He then thought of something. "Does Sidney know you like her like that?"

Randy just shrugged, "I don't think so."

"Well maybe you should tell her..."

Randy frowned, "You're joking right?"

"Why not? She thinks a great deal about you."

"I think that's being too polite. Even if she does it's in a friend sense, not a lover sense..But since you bring up love scars, what about you? I mean what's with that limp anyway, cause you were stabbed in the back."

"A severed nerve…Look back on the topic, Gale's no killer."

Randy looked at him, Dewey was serious about this. Randy figured he'd back off on the subject. "Okay, okay whatever you say. But if she's not a killer…..she's a target…"

Dewey nodded. "Speaking of Gale, where is she? I figured you'd be with her."

Randy shrugged, "I'm on break right now. When I saw her, she was at my van."

"I'll go see her, can you meet up with us a bit later?"

"Yeah, I got some cameraman stuff to do for a little bit."

Dewey nodded again and was off. As he left, Randy found himself pondering over the idea of telling Sidney how he felt. Telling her about this crush he's had since the 9th grade. It'll likely be disastorous, with him ruining their whole friendship that he held so dear.

But...

What if it didn't? What if she felt the same? What if the recurring dream he's had since he was a teenager came true? What if the girl who gave him his sexual awakening in the first place liked him back?

But that would never happen, he thought. Or so that's what he tried to beat into his brain before he did something stupid.

All he knew was, he knew he wanted to do it before he couldn't do it anymore. Before something bad happened. And with a killer on the loose...

That might be soon...

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The newsvan was parked at a curb. It sat out of the way overlooking the student commons area. A grassy area where students sat and conjugate.

Gale walked back and forth with the cellular attached to her ear. Dewey leaned against the van, watching her. He still had a crush, but hid it as best he can.

Gale was on the phone, "The interview's not going to happen. I changed my mind. I've harassed the girl enough. It's in poor taste and a bad idea." (from the phone "Your entire career is in poor taste...") "Gotta go, call me when you have something nice to say." She hung up, looking to Dewey and smiling a little.

"So what made you change your mind about Sidney? I thought this interview with her was all you were talking about."

"Mood swing. I'm manic depressive."

Dewey scoffed, "You're a hard one to figure out."

"It's that complex yet shallow quality. It's deliberate…" She said and smiled at him.

"I think you're all an act….

"And deep down I'm a good person?" Gale scoffed, "Make no mistake, Dewey, I'm fucked up."

"I know that…"

"Yeah?

"I also know that you're a young TV reporter slash writer who, despite huge tabloid success, has some self worth issues regarding your personal life which directly effects your professional life in a non-positive manner. But I bet sometimes, late at night, when you're all alone, a sadness seeps to the surface and in a moment of clarity you know that all you really want is to be held.."

Gale stared at him, stunned. "And where did you gain all of your Gale Weather's insight?" Dewey approached her. Gale has never been more taken with him. They stood incredibly close.

"After my spinal cord was damaged I was laid up for over a year. A lot can happen when you're on your back." They're nearly touching now.

Just then, Randy approached. "What'd I miss?" He said, looking at the two.

Gale backed away from Dewey, breathless. Her cellular phone rang.. She eyed Dewey, and then handed it to Randy.

"I'm not here…" She told him, expecting it to be another work call. Randy took the phone.

"Hello?"

"Gale?" A man's voice over the other line asked.

"She's not here right now…" Randy replied.

"But she's standing right next to you…"

"Shit!" Randy motioned to Gale and Dewey. "It's him." He pointed around campus, mouthing "He's watching." Gale grabbed Dewey.

"Keep talking…" Gale told Randy, and her and Dewey race off, across the grassy area where students came and went.

"What do you want me to say!?" He called out to them but they were already off. Randy held the phone, scared, not knowing what to say. "So...what's your favorite scary movie?" He said over the phone, looking around. It was broad daylight. Students were walking along and hanging out and the sun was shining. So it wasn't as scary as it would be if he was in his dorm, alone at night.

No response. Silence.

"They'll never find me…" The killer said over the line. Randy never exactly heard his voice back in Woodsboro.

Randy looked to the direction of Dewey and Gale, watching them move through students, searching. "What do you care? Let 'em have their fun. So uh….what's up?"

"What's your favorite scary movie?" The killer asked, repeating the line that was now famous across the entire country.

Randy then spotted a girl, sitting with her friends and she was on a cellular phone. He started for her. "Showgirls... Absolutely frightening. What's yours?" He got to her and lightly grabbed her shoulder.

The girl looked up, glaring at him, along with her friends. "What's your problem geek!"

"Sorry", He told the girl apologetically, and then got back on the phone. Looking for more students who were on phones. It could be any of them. The killer was watching them right now, so he had to be around. "Wait, let me guess. The House on Sorority Row? The Dorm That Dripped Blood? Splatter University? Graduation Day? Final Exam?...Am I close?"

"Closer than you think." Then suddenly, a man rammed him. Randy screamed as the man continued to run. He looked and saw it was a jock, playing catch with a football with another jock. "Too slow geek."

On to Dewey and Gale. They moved through passing students. "He has to be nearby. He likes the game." Gale stated as him and Dewey looked around. Gale then spotted a girl sitting on a towel on the grassy campus with some of her friends. She approached her and took the phone. "Who's this?" Gale asked on the girl's phone.

"Who's this?!" The woman on the other line replied back. It wasn't the killer, though Gale still didn't put the phone down.

"Gale Weathers, author of the Woodsboro Murders…"

Dewey gently hit her arm. "Gale",He eyed her and Gale dropped the phone back on the girl's lap and her and her friends watched the pair as they stood looking around for people on phones.

"He's just playing with us…" Gale nervously said, panting a bit.

Dewey turned around and saw a guy across campus, the sun was a tiny bit in the way but she could see him on a cellular phone. "White male suspect, 9 o'clock."

"My clock or your clock?"

"Your clock…" Gale looked and saw the man on his phone and looked back at Dewey. "You go around the back." He told her and they both ran to the student.

Back on Randy. "Why are you even here, Randy? You'll never be the leading man..."

Randy frowned at the killer through the phone. "FUUCKK YOUU!" He yelled. As he did, he saw a man talking on the phone near the newsvan he was at a few moments ago. He sprinted towards him.

"No matter how hard you try, you'll never be the hero, and you'll never, EVER get the girl." The killer coldly stated.

Randy got to the man and grabbed his shoulder. The guy turned and faced him, frowning at him. It wasn't the killer. "Sorry man", Randy apologized as the man started walking away, still looking at him strangely.

"Wrong guy, dead boy." The killer said.

"Oh yeah? Well let's redirect a moment, Mr. I'm So Original."

Back onto Gale and Dewey. Dewey was running toward the ledge behind the guy as and Gale went straight toward him. Gale got to him and snatched the phone from him while Dewey pounced and tackled the student from above.

Gale put the phone up to her ear as Dewey struggled with the student. An older woman replied back on the phone.

The student got up but Dewey still had him in a hold."Can I help you!?" He shouted to the two. Gale and Dewey smiled nervously.

"Sorry." They both said.

"I beg your pardon." Dewey stated as the student snatched the phone back and put it back up to his ear.

Back on to Randy. He started to get more pissed as the conversation went on. "Where's the innovation, huh? Why copycat two high school loser ass dickheads. Stu was a pussy ass wet rag and Billy Loomis?! Billy Loomis!? What the fuck!? Jesus! What a rat looking, homo-repressed, mama's boy..Why not set your goals higher huh!? You wanna be one of the big boys!? Huh!?" He yelled, facing towards the newsvan before turning around, looking around the campus, continuing to search for people with phones. "Manson? Bundy? OJ!? Son-"

Suddenly the newsvan door ripped open, a ghost masked figure lunged out grabbing Randy by the neck. The move was quick and precise. A hard yank and Randy was wrenched back into the newsvan. The door slammed shut.

Only a moment later, three college students danced by the van, one with a boombox, blasting rap music on the highest volume. The van started to shake violently, and screams were coming from it. But nobody noticed.

As the students went by, the killer pushed Randy against the van door and threw him across the van. He grabbed Randy again and slammed him against the back window, shattering the glass. Ghostface threw him to the bottom of the van.

The killer lifted the knife up and shot it down, stabbing Randy as he yelled in pain. He lifted the hunting knife up again and shot it down once again. Really quick the killer lifted it and stabbed him two more times for good measure until Randy's screams faded out.

The killer took a look at himself in the rear-view mirror, and opened the driver's seat door, stepping out. He took one last look at his work, and took off the mask and the costume, laying it in the van. Unnoticed by everyone, he walked away, as blood started pouring from out the van.