Could a new killer be stalking Woodsboro? Some sexual content and brief language.

OCs:

Amanda Seyfried as Sarah

Dove Cameron as Shelly

Mackenzie Foy as Kimberly

9:30PM

Tara Carpenter was about tired enough to turn in for the night when the landline phone rang; she felt some times like they were the only family to still own one.

"Hello?"

"Is Mrs Carpenter home?"

"Sorry, no she's not...I think she's working late."

"Is this Tara?" The male voice, something about it, she couldn't place a face but it was familiar.

"Um...who is this?"

"I'm a friend of your mother, she left her purse at group."

"Group?" Tara suspected her mother fell off the wagon again, didn't take much for her to relapse.

"Oh sorry, I wasn't supposed to say that."

She chuckled, finding out what her mother was up to, "It's all good, my dude, sure she'll get it at her next meeting," she yawned, "Well, I've got homework I have to do but I'll make sure to tell her."

"Homework or fanfiction?"

Tara wasn't sure she knew what this guy was on about, what was it about his voice? "Huh?"

"Your mother said you read that, even wrote your own once."

Tara laughed and went to the fridge, "I haven't written fanfiction in years. That stuff is cringy anyway, nothing I ever wrote was any good."

"She seemed to like it. What's your favorite fanfiction?"

Tara shrugged, as she grabbed herself a pitcher of water to pour, "I mean I used to like reading Twilight fanfiction when I was still into that."

"Oh? Team Edward or Team Jacob?"

"Neither. I shipped Bella with Alice."

"Oh! Bellice! So you like femslash."

Tara laughed, "Well, I'm not gay I just think they'd make a cute couple. I'm not into the smutty, lemon stuff I just liked reading about their relationship. I think if they ever rebooted those movies they would be a much better fit together."

"I agree completely. Ever read any horror?"

"Not really, maybe True Blood but I'm not really into mainstream horror movies or TV."

"Right. You're an A24 girl."

Tara paused, she looked outside noticing the rear outside light was still on, she flicked it off, "How did you..."

"So you see femslash as a guilty pleasure?"

"I mean I don't know," she laughed hesitantly.

"Well you like pairing characters that didn't have romantic relationships. Do you think that's insulting to the original creators?"

"What? No, I mean it's just fiction right?"

"I'm looking at a story written here based on Stab 7. 'She Can Never Know' by AliceFan2018," Tara tensed up, "This one is about the lead final girl Abby played by Mary Elizabeth Winstead from the movie having romantic thoughts about her older sister Jodi played by Megan Fox. Very well written poem, very forbidden, I didn't take you for the taboo type."

"I DIDN'T WRITE THAT!" Tara snapped, she backed into the fridge like she'd been pushed.

"Whoa! Whoa!" The voice tried to calm her down, "I'm not judging you Tara, I think it's great. When I watched that one they acted like more than just sisters, I get that. It's all fantasy right? It's harmless."

Tara looked out the window, paranoid that this creep might pop out at any moment from the backyard.

"I'm hanging up now!"

"No Tara! You hang up on me and I'll gut you like a fish!" Tara turned white, she almost dropped the phone, "Now that I have your attention we're going to play a little game."

Tara swallowed, "What do you want?"

"I just want you to answer some questions."

"O-OK."

"First couple are easy. First question is: Why did you stop writing?"

"I-I didn't want my friends finding out..."

"Find out you like pairing sisters together?"

"What? No that was one time!" Tara walked to each door and made sure it was bolted, "How do you have it? I deleted everything!"

The voice ignored her, "You left that one on a cliffhanger. You said you'd continue! That was 2 years ago! Don't you know people hate that?"

"I-I said I might continue...I said I might-MIGHT get back to it."

"Ok fair. It does say that at the bottom of the chapter."

Tara gulped, "Are we done?"

"I want to know in detail what would have happened."

Tara tried not to sound scared, "Abby would have confessed her feelings to Jodi and Jodi would reveal she's felt the same way too but she was afraid."

"Then what?..."

Tara closed her eyes, she didn't want to say it, "They were going to do it," this sting of guilt washed over her.

"Nice. I knew that's what was going to happen. So what they live happily ever after?"

"They worry about telling their mother and..."

"OOh! You know they never revealed who their mother was in that movie. If you could cast her who would it be?"

Tara bit her lip, she knew the answer but she didn't want to say it, "I dunno...Jennifer Love Hewitt?"

The voice laughed, "Nice choice but I know you're holding out on me, Tara!"

Tara looked down at the tile floor and sighed, she mumbled, "...Christina..."

"WHO?"

"Christina...Hend..."

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"CHRISTINA HENDRICKS!"

"Excellent choice, Tara! Such a Milf! I know how you teenage girls love Milfs these days."

"What?" She was offended, this was a strange statement to make, she wasn't sure if this is how he got joy torturing her.

"That's what it says online, many teenage girls are very curious, a recent study says you all check out older women."

"That's total bullshit!"

"The surveys don't lie. They say small towns like Woodsboro have quite the porn history. Tags like: family, mother-daughter, sister-sister, cousin-cousin..."

"I'm not like that!"

"Speaking of Woodsboro have you ever heard of the writer WoodsboroNightOwl?"

Tara sighed, kind of relieved like she was cluing in this was all a joke, "Whoever they are they're a creep!" She opened a curtain to peer at the side of the house where the tool shed was, not much light, couldn't make out anyone lurking around.

"I think they have a real talent."

"They stopped writing Stab fanfiction and started writing about real people in town, even started writing about some bimbo cop that dresses like a stripper and stops crime!" she made a face, remembering reading the big reveal of this blonde, bubble butt double D cop strutting herself around town.

"I think the newest chapter really turned things around."

"He bases the characters all on real people!"

"The Stab movies are based on real people."

"The first 3 but then things went off the rails. The 8th one is a piece of shit!"

"Why because they killed off Jodi so now Abby can never tell her how she feels?"

Tara felt a tear, she wiped it away as if the voice could see it, "No."

"I bet I know how Abby and Jodi's mother really factored into your story."

Tara found a golf club, her father's, one of the few things he left behind before he left the family, she held it close to her side, "You really think so, huh?"

"You casting Christina means you must have had big plans for her."

"No she's just...sweet, very nurturing."

The voice cackled, "Cut the bull, Tara."

Tara saw what looked like a black jacket behind the couch in the living room, someone was hunched over, ready to jump out once the call ended. Tara played it cool and stepped carefully into the living room, "Yeah, you got me. Abby and Jodi would confess to her that they had sex and think she'll disown them but then she surprises them by saying she's 100% for it and wants to be with them too, they celebrate with a threesome!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought!"

"Yeah and it's super nasty too!"

"Yes, Tara! Let your freak flag fly!"

Tara dropped the phone and swung the golf club hard at the intruder's jacket, they collapsed into a pile on the floor revealing it was only a jacket the whole time. She panicked, looked around but it had to be only her; she knew if she called the police they would take too long to get there especially the Woodsboro police department. She rushed back into the kitchen, slipping on the tiled floor in her sock feet and went down, she smacked her face hard, she pressed a lump on her forehead.

"Oh, Tara!"

She forgot she didn't have the phone in her hand anymore, this freak was in her home and right behind her, the time Tara turned her whole body around she saw the dark figure that had haunted this town for years, a reaper that many people embodied for their own personal revenge. When Tara saw the blade in his hand there was not much she could do in time to save herself. The Ghostface got on top of her and raised the shiny new knife above his head, Tara tried to block it with her hands only for it to pierce through her palms.

Tatum Riley was sick and tired of being a joke around the department, if no one was going to order her a new uniform she was going to make one all her own. People never treated her with much kindness, she was often referred to as a husky girl, a quiet, nerdy girl that grew up into an awkward adult who couldn't go a day without ripping her uniform.

"I'm going to have to write you up, Riley."

"Chief, please, it's not my fault that my buttons keep popping off!"

It was always the same excuse, they always ordered uniforms way too snug, it was hard to move in them, if it wasn't the front of her top it was her pants and normally the back ripping even just by walking in them, it was embarrassing enough that she was already kind of a klutz; she would never live down the time she chased some kids spray painting one of the statues in the park and them getting the best of her though some said red and purple were her colors. The last straw came when she was bugging the Chief about getting some baggier pants, he wasn't a fan of her after her brother left to move to New York, he didn't like complainers. A thread on Tatum's pants got caught in the Chief's door when he tried closing it, Tatum's pants tore open, she tripped and fell giving everyone there a good look at her underwear, she was met with applause and further humiliation.

Tatum lived alone in the same house she grew up in, she couldn't believe how things didn't work out after graduation, she always pictured herself leaving town and making something of herself. She wasted time online before bed, she noticed there was a new update by a writer only known as WoodsboroNightOwl, they posted stories on the message boards of the main Woodsboro website for a while before being taken down but that didn't stop them from starting their own website. The Chief wanted the website monitored for any suspicious activity, though their stories seemed harmless at first they started writing about real people and knew a dangerous amount about them. Tatum always wanted to be a writer but never thought she had the ambition for it.

"Bimbo cop is back," she smiled, she wasn't sure exactly why but this character really clicked for her, she never saw them as a sex object in the stories the character was used in, she believed the writer just wanted to write a badass cop that took no shit. In this new story she stood up to everyone in her prescient. It was almost like this writer saw her that day and knew how to make her feel better. The titular Bimbo Cop stood up to the Chief and told him there was going to be a new sheriff in town, she took his cigarette and lit it up walked outside, stealing someone's motorcycle. This gave Tatum some ideas.

The next day every police officer at the Woodsboro Police station needed a shovel to pick their jaws off the floor when a buxom blonde in the remains of a cut up tan brown police uniform strolled in. The mandatory pants were turned into tight short shorts and her top was cut so short you could see most of her stomach, her top buttons didn't even exist anymore, taken off permanently so she could give everyone full view of her cleavage.

"Tatum?" The Chief asked, taken aback by her appearance; it was true even Tatum had trouble recognizing herself in the mirror after just taking her glasses off and letting her hair down.

"Morning, Chief. What do you have for me?" she slid her aviator shades down.

Police surrounded the scene, tape put up and barricades, normally there wouldn't be this many people on this part of town but when it was history repeating itself everyone wanted answers. Tara's high school friends, watched from behind the blue wooden barricades, she had long since been taken to the hospital having been stabbed 9 times.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" Kimberly exclaimed to the others, the ditzy blonde always had to say that three times when she wasn't sure of something or when she was the first one to spot something big.

Judy Hicks was dumbfounded, "Who the hell is that?"

"Is that Bimbo Cop?" Becca Walters needed to rub her eyes.

"No way! Bimbo Cop is real!" Kimberly, got excited, being quite a Woodsboro

"Guys, that's Tatum Riley!" Judy realized.

Temperamental girl, Amber shook her head, there was impossible and then there was ridiculous, "Na-uh! Tatum Riley's a geek!"

"Well now she looks more like movie Tatum!" Judy pointed out, remembering how she was kind of a babe in the first Stab movie.

Tatum strutted her stuff over, giving everyone a full view of her new look, she passed the police tape and all of the girls got a great view of that backside.

"Hubba-Hubba!" Shelly said, making the other girls laugh; Tatum looked back at them and smiled then proceeded to go inside the house.

"Guys, she totally heard us," Judy hissed, still laughing.

"Oh my god! That ass!" Shelly gasped, "That is unreal!"

"Is that even allowed?" Kimberly said, covering her mouth to keep from bursting out loud.

"What you guys don't like a little junk in the trunk?" Shelly teased.

"Did you see her tits?" Judy sneered, "How is she getting away with that? That's so awesome."

"Ladies!" A middle aged woman close by alerted, "That isn't appropriate! Keep it down!"

The girls continued to giggle, looking at each other and mocking the older woman. Eventually the crowd dispersed, CSI was finishing up and a police car was going to stay behind to watch the place a little longer. Tatum was told to head back to the station with Deputy Hoss, she was about to drive off with him when the young man noticed a girl at the edge of the property, she could've been one of Tara's friends, she was sitting there motionless on a bicycle just staring at the house.

"I better go see what's ups."

Tatum grabbed his arm, "No, that's alright I've got it," as she passed him she added, "Staring at my ass?"

"Huh?" He could've turned instantly red, of course he wasn't even thinking about that.

Tatum turned and smiled at him, "It's cool, you have my permission."

Tatum swayed her hips, the closer she got to the girl she saw how pale she was, how twitchy, she wasn't sure she ever saw her before, she had such big blue eyes, long blonde hair, kind of unkempt and seemed so sad.

"Hi, there, everything ok?"

The girl looked her up and down, what Tatum saw as jarring was that she never seemed to blink, "Yes. Sorry."

Tatum smiled, "It's OK I just want to make sure you're good. Are you a friend of Tara?"

The girl was quiet another moment, looking down at the ground and at Tatum, she clearly didn't want to talk, "Kind of. Is she going to be alright?"

"She was banged up pretty good. They say she'll pull through but she lost a lot of blood," the girl looked over her shoulder at the house, all that yellow tape strung up, "Do you live close by?"

"No not really."

"You didn't see anything?" She went quiet again.

"Sorry I should go," she turned her handle bars.

"Hey, wait, what's your name?"

The girl stopped and looked her in the eye, "Sarah."

"Sarah," Tatum repeated, looking deep into those kind eyes, "I'm..."

"Officer Tatum Riley," Sarah smiled, "I know who you are. You look like that cop in those stories about Woodsboro."

Tatum forgot what she looked like, she almost covered up her cleavage, "Oh, right, yeah. Just something I thought I'd do today."

"You look good," Sarah had this devious grin, Tatum smiled back.

"You like fanfiction?"

"I do. I write some from time to time. Not about real people. Harry Potter mostly."

Tatum jotted something down on a piece of paper and handed it to her, Sarah looked over the digits of a phone number, "In case you need to get a hold of me. Don't be afraid to get in touch."

"Sounds good, Officer."

Sarah was about to speed off, "Hey, what's your username?"

Sarah braked and said, HufflePuffWarrior"

"Awesome. I'll check it out."

Tatum walked back to Hoss, she had a dirty thought in her mind that Sarah might sneak a peek at her; cute if she did.

Deputy Hoss had this look on his face, like he'd been chewed out, "Gotta get you back to the station. I think the Chief's gonna wanna have a word with you."

Tatum chuckled to herself, just because she grew a little bit of confidence and maybe some attention from people in town; he needed some excuse to discipline her. As the two cops drove away, Sarah sat there on her bike, that same devious smile, she'd be back but for right now she was out of there.

To be continued!