-Evie-

We reach Chad and Mindy's house and start to head inside when we hear another car door shut. We turn and I smile when I see Uncle Dewey.

"I'm temporarily helping your investigation." He says as he walks to us.

I hug him tightly. "I knew you would." I say as he hugs me back.

"Thank you, Mr. Riley." Sam says as he walks to the door.

"Just because he showered doesn't mean he needs a gun." Richie says quietly.

"He's had that since he was with the cops. It's a natural instinct for him." I say quietly then we head to the door.

"How do you know so much about these movies?" Richie asks.

"It's in their gene pool." Dewey says.

"Our uncle, Randy." Mindy says.

I wak to Amber. "Hey..."

"Hey..." She echoes as I put my hand on her shoulder.

My phone rings and I see the caller's ID is Mom. I glare at Dewey. "I hope you know I hate you." I say teasingly.

He just chuckles. "Love you too, kiddo." He says.

I step away and tap answer.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mom asks.

"Mainly because I didn't want you to worry. But I was going to tell you when Amber called last night. I'm sorry, Mom." I say.

"I'm not mad, honey. Dad isn't either." She says.

"Now, that I don't believe." I say.

"As well you shouldn't, young lady!" I hear Dad yell. I sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry! I thought it was just a fluke. But someone does actively want to destroy my life. I'll handle this. You two stay up at the house. I don't want you two dragged into this. Especially you, Mom." I say then hear my phone beep. I pull it back and the caller ID says Auntie Gale. "Fuck..." I say then put my phone to my ear. "Auntie Gale's calling. I'll see you guys at home."

"Stay strong, honey." Mom says.

"I will. I love you both."

"We love you too." They say in unison.

We end the call and I answer my godmother's. "Hey, Auntie Gale."

"Dewey said Ghostface is back! Are your parents okay?!" She asks.

"They're fine. They're at the house, safe and sound. My mom's not the target this time, anyway." I say.

"Who is?" She asks.

I take a deep breath. "Me. And no, you're not turning this into a story." I say, using a stern voice for the last bit.

"You're no fun." She says jokingly.

"I'm Evelyn Prescott." I remind her with a smirk.

"I know, sweetheart. You got your gun and taser?"

"Never leave home without 'em." I say.

"Dewey told me not to come down."

"But you plan to anyway. Auntie Gale, no disrespect, but I think you should listen to him this time. I don't wanna lose any of my family."

"Have you no faith in me?"

"You know I do. But this isn't like what you, Uncle Dewey, and Mom dealt with. I don't think anyone's off limits this time. If you do decide to come here...Please be careful..." I whisper in a pleading tone.

"I will, kiddo. Don't worry." She say then we end the call and I walk back to evryone.

"Everything okay, kiddo?" Uncle Dewey asks.

I nod. "Yeah. Mom's not mad, Dad's pissed and I just heard from Auntie Gale too." I say as I walk back to Amber.

He sighs. "She plans on coming, doesn't she?" He asks.

"Well, you of all people know how she is."

He nods. "Unfortunately, I do."

"Anyway..." Mindy says. "Remember last year's Stab movie?"

"Yeah!" Liv says. "The one directed by the guy who directed Knives Out. I liked that one."

"Because you have terrible taste."

"Hate you."

"Okay, don't start, you two." I say and they stop arguing.

"My point is, hardcore fans hated it. All the people on 4chan and Dreadit are talking about is how Stab 8 ruined their childhood franchise, how they used social commentary only to elevate it, the main character being a Mary Sue."

"A what?" Richie asks.

"You don't wanna know." Wes answered.

"How is elevated murder the problem? Jordan Peele rules, for fuck's sake." Amber says.

"Yeah, but that's not Stab." Mindy says. "The real Stab movies are full stop, meta slasher whodunits."

"It's just a movie." Sam says.

"To most, yes. But to some, the original is the favorite. The one that made horror lovable. That their parents showed them at a young age to bond. And God help people who ruin that special memory in the slightest. Who makes a movie and the fans think they disrespect it."

"So, you think this guy is essentially writing his own version of Stab 8, but putting his own spin on it?" I say.

"Yes, I do. You can't reboot a franchise from scratch anymore because the fans won't allow it. Like Black Christmas, Child's Play, Flatliners...It doesn't work. But you can't do a full on sequel, either. It has to be new, but not new enough to make the Internet go bat shit crazy."

"So, it basically stays in an ongoing storyline, even if it shouldn't have been one in the first place." I say. "New characters, but supported by legacy characters."

"Yes! Not a reboot, not a sequel, but always goes back to the original!"

"...So, I'm essentially the star of a fanfiction story?" I ask and all eyes turn to me. I sigh. "The killer blames me for something he claims I did to him. He said my mom isn't who I believe she is."

"Not to put a point too fine on it, but in the rules of a requel..." Liv starts. "Who's next?"

"Whoever's connected to the person before." Mindy replies.

I look at Dewey. "I'm regretting my choice."

"My mom's in one of those." Wes says.

"Shitty sequels are something no one cares about, Wes. You're safe." Mindy says. "Unfortunately, Chad, as Randy's family, me and you are likely screwed."

"What?" Chad asks.

"Or you're the killer and you're just using this monologue to cover your tracks." Richie says to Mindy.

"I think we all know who it is." Mindy says then looks at Sam.

"Me?" Sam asks.

"How would Sam attack herself, Mindy?" I ask. "That makes no sense."

"...Well...there is another possibility." She says, looking at me.

"Me?" I ask then scoff. "Fuck you." I say then leave the house.

I see Amber walking to me.

"I'm not in the mood to talk, Amber." I say.

"E, wait." She says and gets in front of me.

"Move." I say but she doesn't. "I won't ask a second time."

She still doesn't move so I sigh and walk past her, bumping her shoulder.

"Don't split up! Rule one of this shit!" She calls out but I keep walking.

Mindy's known me for years and has the nerve to accuse me of being the killer?! Im so lost in thiught that I dont stop until a hear a horn honk so I stop walking. Once the truck passes, I resume my walk.

That's chapter four

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