Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Scream film or television series. I do not own any characters or places within this story. There will be places that do not exist (kinda obvious as Woodsboro itself is a fictional town), and there will be places that do i.e. Walmart, McDonald's, Six Flags, and others that I also DO NOT own...
In this story there will be multiple differences from the film series (i.e. Sidney's father is still alive), but that is to aid in how the story will flow along.
I will have a few Original Characters, these are going to be the main focus of the story, and they are kids of Ghostface victims and those to wear the Ghostface mask themselves.
There are characters in this story that were mentioned on screen but never seen, like Karen Kolcheck, and I will have face claims for them as some of these off screen characters will have a part in this story.
Characters/Face Claims:
Adults:
Karen Kolcheck, the goth girl that Randy hooked up with at the video store - Kaitlin Olson
Annabelle Macher, Stu's mother who provides parental guidance to Sidney and Karen - Fionnula Flanagan
Harvey Macher, Stu's father who has helped look after Sidney's children in the aftermath of of what his son and Billy have done - Clint Eastwood
**OC teachers, as the story revolves around Sidney's daughter, and other OC's will be mentioned before the chapters.
Kids:
Hallie Tatum is Sidney's 17 year old daughter. She is very smart, kind, out-going, and very strong-willed. Hallie is known for being very stubborn, as well as being very goofy, playful, and open-hearted - Britt Flatmo
Kirrah Errin is Hallie's best friend at school, she is also 17. Kirrah is a very bright student at school, but is known for her aloof personality. Sometimes she has a hard time concentrating, but once she gets going Kirrah puts 110% into everything she does. Kirrah is also known for having a slight temper - Taylor Hickson
Drew Joseph is 18 and he's also the guy at school who has friends everywhere he goes, he's super dorky, but also on the basketball team. His dad is a special forces officer and his mom is Karen Kolcheck - Cameron Kennedy
Mark Andrew is Drew's best friend who is also 18 and on the basketball team. He's usually a bit calmer and generally a bit more well liked by the quieter cliques at their school. He's known for being very smart, just like Drew, both being on the scholastic decathlon team - Liam Payne
**OC Teacher's this chapter will be the
Mrs Hammond - A.P. Biology Teacher, Phone Nazi, Life Nazi, Bitch - Reese Witherspoon
Miss Geiger - English 1 Teacher, Newbie, Push-Over - Rose Leslie
Mr Cantrell - College Calculus Teacher, "Is Smarter Than You", Dick, Hater by literally every student except the teachers pets - Joaquin Phoenix
Mr Willis - History/Geography Teacher, wants everyone to understand why History is important, always nice to his students, all of the girls are in school are in love with him - Ben Barnes
Principal Weatherly - has taught almost every subject, been a teacher for 45 years, loves to be around her students as she was never able to have kids of her own - Stockard Channing
Coach Byers - Boys P.E. Coach, also coaches basketball and soccer, kind of an ass, but usually only because he knows his players, and his students, have more potential than they want to show - Josh Lucas
Coach Simley - Girls P.E. Coach, also coaches volleyball and girls field hockey, she's very determined that their team is the best and always expects that her students and players acknowledge how great they are because that's what it takes to succeed in her mind - Isla Fisher
Present Day
"No fucking way! Kirrah, Hammond will kill us if we keep this up!" Laughter boomed through the kitchen as Hallie pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
Hallie used both of her hands to hoist herself into a sitting position atop the granite counter top. Her dark and wavy hair flounced around her face as she adjusted to her position.
"No, I just sat on the counter, sorry. Probably should have warned you about that," Hallie laughed as she heard Kirrah chuckle some obscene question about which of them was more absent minded than the other.
"Hey, Hallie bear!" Stu rounded the corner covered in oil and grease and menacingly walked towards his daughter, as though he were going to wrap her into a tight hug.
"Eww! Dad, are you working on the stupid Jeep again!" Hallie squealed as she slid off the counted and sprinted towards her mothers office, "Gotta go, Kir, Dad's a grease monster, at the moment!" Hallie ended her call and dove into the door beside the stairwell.
Sidney had a finger up in the air, as if halting the noise, just in that moment. Stu quickly stopped behind Hallie once he saw Sidney had a phone to her ear.
"Yes, Edgar. I will. Thank you, so much, Edgar, you are amazing!" Sidney beamed as she got off the phone with her publicist. Once she looked up at her husband, she couldn't hide her shock. Her body jolted back and she shook her head.
"This is what I was shouting about," Hallie pointed behind her shoulder with her thumb.
"Stuart James, how many times do I have to tell you that you cannot hug anyone while covered in car grease? It's fucking disgusting, Sweetie. It really is," Sidney deadpanned.
"Thank you, Mom!" Hallie cheered.
"Oh, I'm not finished, and you have been asked numerous times not to shout in the house between 6 a.m. and 4 p.m. because those are office hours. Those are the only hours that I can have full contact with everyone at the agency about the new book. Both of you know this, this isn't anything that's new. What the hell has gotten into you both today?" Sidney looked at the two in front of her. Both gazing at her with uneasy stares.
"It's Grandpa Neil's birthday, Mom," Hallie pipped up. A small crack in her voice hinting at the pain behind her words.
Sidney had been so wrapped up in work, she had yet to really realize what day it was. If she were to be completely honest, she often forgets what month it is with her work load, and all.
"Oh," was all Sidney could manage.
Stu walked Hallie out of the office only to reemerge moments later, alone, cleaning the grease off of his arms with a rag and some cleaner.
"Honey, take the day off. You need it. You are overworking yourself, Sidney, and that isn't healthy. You will eventually cause yourself to lose your mind doing this," Stu plead with his wife.
"Sweetie, I can't act like death isn't normal. He had brain cancer. There was nothing more that could have been done and I understand that. Yes, it still hurts, but I can't let it cause me to not do my job," Sidney's hands were now on either side of Stu's face.
He was sitting in the chair in front of her with his elbows on his knees. His large hands were closed gently around Sidney's small wrists. A gentle smile appeared on Stu's face and Sidney quickly knew why.
October 03, 2000
Sidney didn't know why she was here. The stark white walls, the bars all over the place.
She knew this was a bad idea. Terrible. If Randy were here, he would kill her... She huffed at her accidental pun.
The security guard glanced in her direction.
"I'm sorry, I just haven't-"
"I've seen this episode too many times to count, Miss?"
"Prescott. But, you can call me Sidney," she offered the tall, muscular man who was leading her through the halls.
"Sidney, I've worked here since I was 21 years old, that was some thirty years ago now. I've seen many a man and a woman come in here to see somebody they ain't seen in years, only to have an inner meltdown cause they ain't sure that coming here's the right thing to do. But, I wanna ask you something,"
Sidney had been looking down at her feet as she shifted awkwardly in the hall. This man had seen years of these halls, and he seemed to understand more about humans that any scientist or doctor could tell. She glanced up at him upon his question.
"You got anywhere better to be? I mean, you did bring yourself all the way down here, didn't you? Ain't nobody else that put you in whatever means got you here?" The man was gingerly asking her these questions. As you would to someone you'd known your whole life.
"I guess you're right. I did come down here because I thought this was where I'd find answers," she told him honestly.
"Well, you ain't never gonna find out if you don't walk through the door," he pointed to the threshold that Sidney was still pondering entering.
A small crossed her face, "You're right. Thank you, Sir."
The man shook Sidney's hand before she followed the next security guard down to the next hall.
Sidney's boots quietly clanged on the linoleum flooring as she closely followed the fast man through the maze of white walls.
"AY! You got a visitor!" The fast guard shouted into the room.
The lanky form standing in front of a window was the only one around. She assumed that he chose to stay indoors. No one told her anything.
"Hey," her voice felt shrill to her own ears. As though it wasn't hers. But, she knew he would recognize her.
As he turned, his bright blues catching her dark brown orbs, her voice registered the last thing he said to her.
I always had a thing for ya, Sid!
She cringed. She was sure he knew why.
Stu leaned back and sat on the window sill.
A small laugh threatened to escape, but somehow, Sidney managed to hold it back. It was terrible, but all that she could think about was how he looked just like he did that night, only now Stu Macher was wearing all white.
"H-he-hey, Sid. Or sh-should I call you, Sidney, now?" Pain. Hurt. Fear. Rejection.
She could feel every emotion radiating off of him.
Billy was going to frame Stu for everything. Stu testifying against Billy was the only reason he was in this hospital instead of prison.
That night, many lies were told to keep quiet on the murders and the murderers.
Most people only knew that two boys were the killers. Billy was the only confirmed killer in Woodsboro's news stories and newspaper articles. Stu's involvement was kept quiet as he was serving time in a Psychiatric Facility for what he had done. He had now been at this hospital for four years, and this was the first time Sidney could bring herself to come visit.
"Can I ask you something, Stu?"
He looked at her. Shock very clear in his demeanor. Stu tensed as she took a step closer from the doorway.
Sidney took a seat on the double seat in front of him.
"Sure," he looked at his feet, and Sidney had to force herself not to laugh because only moments ago she was doing the same.
"Why did you do it? Don't say peer pressure, or give me some lame bullshit excuse. I want to know the truth, Stu. To be honest, I came here cause I feel like you're the only one who will actually tell me anything," Sidney confided in him.
Stu scoffed, "What about Randy? I'm sure he wouldn't mind to-"
"No," her voice cracked as she forced back tears, "Randy, um, R-ran-dy can't help. H-he's um, he's dead, Stu," Sidney choked out. Forcing down sobs that she knew wanted so badly to escape.
Stu wrapped his arm around her. He and Sidney were great friends before any of this shit went down between Billy's dad and her mom. Hell, if Billy wouldn't have asked her out, he for sure would have.
The security guard took a step towards them, but Sidney told him she was fine, causing him to take a step back.
Stu put his large, lithe hands on either side of her face, her tiny little fingers barely wrapping around his wrists, "Sid, listen to me, I fucked up. I know I did and there is nothing that I can do to fix it. If you need my help, I'll be here, but I can't answer your question cause truly my only answer would make you hate me more than you already do."
Sidney sniffled as she let a single sob escape, "Just tell me, Stu. I wanna know why?" Tears slid down her cheeks making him hate himself more now than he had in the past four years.
"Because, Sid, I did it because Billy asked me to. He was my best friend and I would have done anything for him. It was fucked up and I should have known better! Hell, I did know better, Sid! But I still did it. That's why I am here. Because there is no fixing what I did to your mom. What I helped Billy do to other people. I fucked up, Sid. Me. I did that. On my own. Even if it wasn't my idea, I still did it, and actions have consequences. And I am so sorry that you are paying for the actions of everyone else around you, Sidney, I really am."
Sidney felt relief. It was shitty. Yeah, she hated his reason, but he was honest with her. And he felt remorse for his actions. That surprised her more than him admitting what he had done. She felt relief because she knew that deep down, as big of an ass as Stu Macher was, he truly felt bad for what he had done.
Present Day
Hallie's curls fell freely around her face as she readied herself for school. First day of Senior year and she was going to make it the best day ever.
She adjusted her phone onto the vent clip she had managed to creatively attach to her mirror and began to FaceTime her best friend, Kirrah.
"Hal! You are going to be late for school!"
"How do I look?" Hallie asked as she did a once-over in the mirror.
Her outfit perfectly fit her body, she was wearing a black v-neck t-shirt with a Rocky Horror Picture Show icon on the front and Riff Raff's face on the back, ripped straight-leg jeans that were a dark shade and lighter colored around the front of her thighs, black Vans, and a black faux leather jacket that had a linen hood and linen around the wrists. Her wavy hair was left loose and the red on her shirt accentuated the red lower half of her hair. Hallie was also wearing a silver pair of bar drop earrings that matched the silver ring on her middle finger that her father gave her for her 16th birthday. In the center of the ring was a red stone. Garnet. She and her father's shared birth month, and oddly enough, they shared the same birthday, as well.
"Gorgeous! BT-dubs, Drew and Mark are high as fuck, and like I sincerely think they believe that we wanna all be on Lil Wayne's before entering Hammond's class. Bish, I may go up in there acting a fool, but my ass is not going in her class higher than the mother fucking empire state building!" She whisper-yelled to Hallie.
Hallie took in her friends outfit from the shoulders up. Of course, Kirrah's blonde hair was done in curls today, her hair was cut off at her chin, making her face look more prominent than the scar that she got from the car accident she was in on her 16th birthday while out with friends. On top of her head was a pastel beanie that had a galaxy pattern on it, her sweater was off-white and slightly baggy, but if Hallie knew Kirrah as well as she thought, it was a crop top. Her ears were adorned with white gold hoops and her nose with a white gold tribal septum ring.
"Alright, Boo, Dad's shouting so it must be time to leave. See you in, fifteen!" Hallie blew a kiss to her best friend. She and Kirrah had been friends since freshman year when they were put in class with Drew and Mark and the four of them were stuck together all year. They all actually learned to get along quite well, albeit, their differences cause issues sometimes, but they are still close.
"Tell me your two pot heads don't plan on dealing at school today? I don't feel like hearing about it from Uncle Dewey," Stu mocked as he got into the black 2004 Toyota 4Runner that he loved so much.
"Dad!" Hallie groaned as she buckled her seat belt.
"Listen, I hear about it from your mom when she hears about it from Dewey. I just don't want to hear about it, so please, tell them to chill. We all know, Hal, we were literally teenagers not all too long ago. But they need to calm down."
Hallie knew her dad wouldn't be talking to her about it if it wasn't necessary, "Okay, Dad, I'll tell them Sheriff Riley's on the look-out."
Stu nodded as they drove down the long dirt road that led to the highway. He loved that he and Sidney moved out to the outskirts. He wanted Hallie to go to Woodsboro. With the exception of what he had done, Woodsboro was still a good town. The school made sure the kids learned, everyone checked on everyone, it was nice. It was home.
Hallie looked at her dad as he stared off down some old roads. She smiled. Her dad would reminisce about his past, but he would never go into detail. She wanted him to be truly happy, but she felt like he was holding a grudge. But not against anyone around him. It was like he was holding a grudge against himself and she could feel it. But she just couldn't figure out why.
On the drive to school, Stu and Hallie played various types of musics ranging from she and Stu's shared love of Blink-182, to his love of Nirvana, and her newfound love of Grandson. Stu would never admit it out loud, but she had a good taste in music. She was his and Sidney's kid, after-all, so it shouldn't surprise him too much. He and Sid always shared their love of music.
As they arrived at the school, Hallie sighed with her hands in her lap as she stared off at her peers.
"Hey, Dad?" Hallie finally spoke.
"Yup?" Stu turned to face her.
Hallie smiled at the goofy look on her father's face. It was almost like he could never be serious. Almost.
"Didn't you and mom go to Woodsboro High?" She inquired.
Stu's breath caught in his chest, "Hal, you know your mom and I don't like to talk about our past, babe-o."
"But, Dad-" Hallie tried to push her father, but it wasn't getting her anywhere.
"Hallie, I said we are not discussing it, and you're gonna be late if you keep arguing with me," Stu pointed at the school, "Look, babe-o, I love you, and your mom does too, but there are just some things that are better off left in the past."
knock knock knock
Hallie and Stu both jumped, only to turn to find Hallie's best friend, Kirrah, waving at them relentlessly.
"Hey bestie! Hey Mr. Taylor!" Kirrah waved.
Stu grinned and shook his head, "Hey, Kiddo. You two have a good day, alright!"
Kirrah nodded with a smile and waved as Stu drove away.
Hallie took in the remainder of her friends outfit that she had not seen on their video chat.
Kirrah was indeed wearing a crop sweater, but underneath was a pastel pink and purple tie-dye muscle shirt. Her shoes were lavender Keds, a beautiful, light messenger bag was worn to match her shoes, and a white washed denim jacket was slung over her shoulder carelessly.
"Guess who's higher than the Empire?" Kirrah laughed as she spun in circles.
"No fucking way! Why do they do this to us!?" Hallie groaned as she rubbed her temples.
The duo made their way around the school to the back were Drew and Mark would be waiting. Kirrah dove after Mark, knocking him to the ground and the air out of his chest. Both laughed helplessly as they laid on the ground.
"Oh, that means Taylor is here!" Spiky blond hair turned to face her.
"God, is it me or did you get taller this summer?" Hallie jumped back in fear of her friends change of height.
"Hell yeah! Back in December I was 5'7 and now I am 5'10. It feels nice. Also, I joined the basketball team cause this nimrod convinced my stoned ass that it was a great idea," Drew deadpanned the last sentence as he was aggravated at his best friend.
Mark, who had finally stood up alongside Kirrah- both still trying to catch their breath from laughing, walked towards Drew and Hallie. His brown hair was flipped like usual, his brown eyes sparkled mischievously, as they had the entirety of the time she had been friends with him, and he grinned maliciously, "Basketball is the best way to stay in shape, it's fun, and you get invited to parties where there are hot girls, and free booze, and free food sometimes."
Drew, Hallie, and Kirrah all just stared at Mark.
"I feel like you are too food driven, sometimes, Marky Mark," Kirrah tapped his shoulder and then proceeded to enter the school as the bell began to ring.
"Can I not suffer through a first day back to school in Hammond's class?" Drew whined as they walked to their respective lockers.
Mark shook his head, "Bro, I got Cantrell, suck it."
Drew laughed, "Alright, you're worse off."
Mark shoulder checked his best friend as Drew continued to laugh.
Hallie and Kirrah were to the left of them at their shared locker, a.k.a. Hallie's locker, putting there belongings they didn't need inside.
"Hey, wait.. Pretty sure I have Cantrell first, too. Oh, God, that means I'm stuck alone with the pervie one for an hour!" Kirrah whined.
Mark turned to her and asked, "When did I become the pervie one? I thought I was the quiet one?"
"Mark, shut up, you've always been a pervert. Quiet or not, you're still a freaking perv, Bro," Hallie shut him down quickly. That was one of the reasons he and Hallie were friends, though. She helped keep his ego in check. Mark just flipped her off in response with a grin on his face.
"Savagery," Drew remarked as he grabbed his A.P. Biology book out of his locker.
"So, why are you still chilling in Locker Land?" Mark reached between the lockers and Kirrah, who was standing in front of Hallie, to tap on Hallie's shoulder.
"Meeseeks..." She pointed to the blond.
"How the fuck, do you two always manage to have first period together?" Mark asked as if it were some big conspiracy.
"Mark, do you really have to question everything?" Kirrah countered.
"I'm just saying, it's a little weird, if you know what I'm saying," Mark waggled his eyebrows suggestively and began walking away.
"Eww, fucking weirdo," Kirrah made a disgusted face and, unwillingly, followed in his direction.
"Can they just fuck already and get it the fuck over with?" Drew closed his locker door and faced Hallie.
"You know, for a smart person, Mark isn't all that smart," Hallie and Drew shared a laugh. In the three years they had been friends, they had watched each other face heart break and fear, pain and anger, and it had only made them better friends.
"Let's go," Drew pushed Hallie's back pack that was on top of her shoulders and led her in the direction of their first class.
Chapter 2, what do you think?
