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. (In saying Sidney's father is alive, I should say was alive as of the 2011 movie, the character of Neil actually died not long before the start of my story)

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 this chapter

Killian Riley - Dewey and Gale's 20 year old son. He is openly gay. Killian has his own shoppe in town. He is very close to Hallie, Kirrah, Drew, and Mark. - Troye Sivan

Tia Mitchell - Dewey's 23 year old secretary that is Gale's niece. - Lyndsy Fonseca

Dawson Tomas - Dara Tomas' 19 year old son. Killian's boyfriend. - Guillian Yao Gioiello

**Per request, I have added a couple of OC's that will be mentioned and possibly become a little more.

Ryan Jackson is a 19 year old from Virginia, he's also half blind. He lives with his girlfriend Chloe Ewing - Cameron Monaghan

Chloe Ewing is an 18 year old from Virginia. She comes from a wealthy family, but Chloe isn't about the extravagance like the others in her family - Lauryn Alisa McClain


Present Day - October 6, 2019

For Hallie, Sunday's never involved Church. It wasn't something her family did. It wasn't something they really talked about, either.

But today, this Sunday, was Dawson Tomas' funeral.

Dawson. Killian's Dawson.

Hallie felt like she looked unemotional and possibly even unmoved, but she was a mess inside.

Dawson was one of her friends. They had known each other since his mom started working at the police station when he was fourteen. He was the reason Killian had the strength to even come out, in the first place.

Now, Killian was bawling in his mother's lap, with Dara stroking his short, colorful hair. He dyed it teal and lavender, Dawson's two favorite colors.

In the middle row, sitting together in a pew were Mrs. Hammond, Ryan, and Chloe. Ryan and Dawson were also close friends, being as they were both on the Honor Society and the Student Council. Dawson had pretty well taken Ryan under his wing after he and Chloe had moved to Woodsboro because he understood what it felt like to 'feel like a freak in a quaint, quiet town'.

Chloe seemed to catch Hallie's eye as she walked past and gave a small wave, Hallie nodded back as she continued being pulled along by her father.

Drew, Mark, Kirrah, and their parents were all in the left set of pews, in the middle, which was where Hallie's parents were pulling her.

"Hey, Hal," Mark spoke quietly with a sad smile on his lips.

Hallie returned the gesture, but sat in silence between her mom and Drew.

The service started and soon enough, everyone was crying. Dawson had affected so many peoples lives. He was just a bright, happy person who tried to bring a little bit of sunshine into everyone's hearts. He didn't deserve this.

After a couple of hours, everyone was leaving to go to Dara and her husband Will's house, but the four teens stopped behind all their parents, telling them to go ahead.

"We can all fit in Drew's car, guys. We just need a minute," Hallie told them all.

As much as the group swore that Kirrah was their voice of reason, sometimes the parents all assumed it was Hallie. Soon, though, the parents were on their way.

After their parents had left and the teens were sure they were alone, the decided it was time to talk about things between them all.

"Are we ever going to move past this?" Kirrah was the first to break the harsh silence. Her voice was pleading. She was pleading.

Hallie shuffled her feet as she stared at the pavement. She didn't know what to say.

"I want us to move past it. I never expected me saying what I said to Dewey to blow up like that. I didn't think that they were going to take you in for questioning for that. I just, I don't know why I did it, Drew. I really have no excuse, man," Mark told him as he swallowed a deep breath. The boys had been friends since they were babies, literally, as their dad's worked together their entire lives.

"Look," Drew cleared his throat as he looked off towards the funeral home, "I'm more pissed that you didn't tell me and that I had to go to the principal's office, assuming that everything was cool, like I totally would have told Dewey that shit myself, I told him that at the police station... But, you let me go in there thinking that I had a chance to even tell him myself. You threw me under the bus, Mark. Unintentionally or not, that is exactly what you did, because God forbid, did you even tell Dewey that you fucked Carlie before and that was how you convinced her to sleep with me?" Drew was angry. Mark had been his best friend his whole life and Drew had never once questioned their loyalty to their friendship, until now.

"Drew, I didn't mean to do that. It literally just came out. I just said it, and I couldn't take it back. I don't even know why I said it. And, no, you're right, I didn't tell Dewey I slept with her. But we both know that I would have never done that to Scott. Dude was really fucking cool," Mark argued.

"God, will you both just shut up?!" Hallie shouted. She was getting cold.

The chill from the October air settling in around them.

Hallie hugged herself tightly as the wind began to blow her jacket around her frame. Her knitted, black leggings providing some warmth to her legs. The dark grey, long sleeved sweater dress not helping much but her arms and waist. Her chunky heeled black lace-up combat boots giving her an extra three inches to her height. Her black jacket was a thick cardigan-like style, but it looked like a biker jacket, and she loved it. Her hair was now solid chocolate brown, it was in her natural waves for today - pulled back only for a half up, half down ponytail.

Drew shrugged off his black blazer and put it over her shoulders. He was now standing in a black sweater over a white polo. His solid black skinny jeans met black vans.

"Guys, I don't want this to be something that holds our friendship back. We've been through a lot together. And now, people we care about are dying. We need each other, whether we can stand each other right now or not," Hallie told them all, then turned to Drew and pointed a finger, "And you, are going to get over it. Mark is your best friend, Kirrah is your best friend. They may have done something stupid, but I think after seeing what happened to Dawson, it's a little too close to home to start pushing away the people we care about."

Drew nodded, she was right.

"We need to get going, before everyone starts worrying about us."

The group nodded in agreement with Drew's statement.

The ride to Dara's house was very quiet. The only sound coming from the passing cars, trees, and Drew's tires on the pavement.

Drew got tired of the silence and turned on the radio.

Hallie stared at the dial for a moment, then back out the window. Though they were all together, this wasn't a fun ride in Drew's car like they're used to. There was still tension in their tight group, but they loved each other. They were family, for all intents and purposes.

Kirrah and Mark were in the back trying to analyze how much damage they had done.

Kirrah was playing with the hem of her black, high-waisted skater skirt. Her charcoal colored turtleneck was tucked into her skirt. She had on a black crepe cardigan and a grey and black plaid scarf. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had a few stray hairs hanging by her temples. Her legs were covered by opaque, black stockings with black heeled ankle boots on her feet. She had leaned her head on Mark's shoulder.

Mark was wearing a black, hoodie styled biker jacket over his grey, button up shirt. His dark grey boot cut pants were slightly lighter around his thighs and shins. The ends of his pants were tucked slightly into his black, high rise sneakers.

The pair in the back soon realized the radio had been changed to Drew's personal playlist on his phone, as they started recognizing music they never heard on the radio. The music they usually listened to when they were all smoking together.

Soon enough, they were all singing to the music, smiling and laughing. Even Drew.

"Seriously, all it took was a fucking playlist?" Hallie stared at them all while laughing.

They calmed themselves down as they started to pull into Dara and Will's drive way.

As they walked to their parents, they all gave each other one last look before separating.

"Everything okay, kiddo?" Stu asked his daughter.

Hallie nodded with a small smile, "I think it might be getting a little better."

Sidney hugged her daughter close to her and leaned into her husband. This was the first time in years she ever thought she would have to worry about Hallie's safety because of their past. She was completely terrified now, though. This killer was closer to her daughter, now more than ever.

After the wake at Dara and Will's, Sidney and Stu took Hallie back home.

"Did you want to stay home tomorrow?" Stu asked.

Hallie shook her head as she sat quietly on the couch, "No, Dad, I need to go. I can't miss too much. Especially since this happens to be senior year."

Stu let out a small chuckle, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

The family sat down for dinner and tried to have a normal conversation, but it didn't happen.

"Do you guys think he's still alive?" Hallie asked as she toyed with the food on her plate with a fork.

"Hal!" Sidney sternly spoke.

"I'm just asking, Mom... Me and my friends are all in this asshole's line of sight, at the moment, you know!" Hallie shouted.

"Hallie, it isn't that simple. We don't know. It was kept from us, just like what I did was kept secret. We really have no idea, honey," Stu told her with tears forming in his eyes.

"Yeah, well I'm getting tired of all the secrets!" Hallie stormed to her bedroom.

She began pacing back and forth, quickly kicking off her boots. After a moment, she decided to call Drew.

"Yo!" Drew answered after just a few rings.

"Hey, do you think he's alive?"

"Loomis?" Drew sounded slightly confused at Hallie's only words.

"Yeah. I just want someone to tell me if they do or don't. My parents won't give me a straight answer, and they just keep reminding me that there are secrets at every turn anymore," She told him truthfully, still pacing her bedroom floor.

"Hal?"

"What?" She was irritated.

Drew chuckled, "You're pacing."

A groan escaped her lips as she slumped onto her bed, "I'm irritated, Meeseeks!" She threw her left arm into the air as the other was attached to her phone.

"Look, I wish I could give you a straight answer, Hal, but I can't. Cause I don't know, either. I wish I knew. I wish I knew who this asshole was, to be fair," he let out a sigh, "Most of all, I just wish everything could go back to normal."

Hallie heard his chair squeak as he leaned back.

"Well, not everything," he added.

"Drew..." she rolled her eyes and laid back. She wasn't mad, she was warning him not to push the subject.

"Hallie, we have to talk about it some time, you know," he told her honestly. She meant a lot to him. More than she knew. Drew just could never figure out how to tell her.

"Drew, I don't think that while people are dropping dead is the best time to talk about this," She was getting frustrated.

"I think it's the best time, cause what if one of us was next?" He told her in an upset tone.

"That's the million dollar reason we shouldn't talk about it, right now, Drew!" She whisper-yelled.

"No, Hallie, this is the exact reason we need to talk about it, because I'd rather not die without you knowing that I care about you! And really, if you care about me too, it'd be great to know that too!" He was shouting now.

Hallie went silent. She was holding back tears, in fact, she was covering her mouth so Drew couldn't hear her shaky breath. She wanted to cry, badly.

"Can you please say something?"

Hallie could hear how shaky he was. He was just as hurt by this conversation as she was.

"Of course I care about you, you fucking moron, but I don't want to be in constant fear that I am going to lose you. And I am already there!" Hallie was now crying.

Drew was her best friend and he had always been there for her when she needed someone. She had always assumed that one day something would happen between them, but for this to be what caused it would be fucked up for them both after what all their parents went through.

"Please stop crying, please," Drew was quiet, his voice cracking. He always hated hearing Hallie hurt.

"I can't fucking help it, jack ass."

He laughed, but she could hear him try to cover it.

"Fuck off, Meeseeks," she laughed too.

They laughed together for a moment. Both trying to catch their breath.

After a few minutes of silence, Drew spoke up first, "Get some sleep, Hal."

"Yeah, I think we all need it," Hallie stared at her ceiling as her eyes slowly began falling shut.

"Night, Hallie," Drew told her quietly.

"Night, Drew," She almost whispered as the call ended.

Hallie wasn't sure how long she had been asleep for, but she woke up to a sound in her room. She barely let her eyes creak open, but she could make out the figure that was tumbling into her window.

"Killi?" She mumbled as she tried her best to walk to the window, failing as she almost fell face first. The only thing stopping her was Killian.

"Hey, babe. I- I just wanted to see a familiar face. I'm sorry, I shouldn't-" Killian's eyes were red and bleary. He smelled like tequila.

"Did you drive here?" She was concerned.

He nodded. And his face broke into pain as he began crying and fell into a heap on her floor.

Hallie sat next to him on the floor and huddled next to him. She held him close, knowing that he was going through a pain she couldn't understand. She just wanted to comfort him. Like he would for her.