eight

"You shouldn't have said anything Phoebe, I didn't want to do that." Amber said in her ear before dragging the knife up her back and wrapping a hand around Phoebe's mouth to keep her quiet.

Phoebe felt her skin tear as Amber drug the knife up her back, she then felt the metal leave her body as she let go and Phoebe fell to the floor. Amber placed the mask back over her face as she was dressed in the ghostface outfit, just then the door to the bathroom opened.

"Phoebe are you ok-Oh my god." Will said as he saw the scene before him.

Amber then swung her knife at Will and he swung back at her but missed. That's when she stabbed him in the side. Phoebe was focused on the pain radiating in her back, how did she manage to be back in this situation in the span of 24 hours. She could hear the struggle between Will and Amber and she tried to help.

"You motherfucker!" Will shouted as the knife plunged into his stomach, he was on the ground, bleeding a lot, and it looked rather bad.

Amber got up and looked down at what she had done, and then glanced back over at Phoebe.

"You fucking bitch." Phoebe grumbled, but Amber just walked out of the room, closing the door half way.

Phoebe crawled over to Will, who was coughing as blood poured from his body.

"Will?" She choked out as she reached his body. She grabbed his hand as she squeezed it.

"Will please don't die." She cried.

"Phoebe?" He said before he made a soft gurgle noise and he exhaled his last breath.

"Will? W- Will?" She asked, tears forming in her eyes.

"Oh my god." She groaned before reaching out to grab her phone which lay a few feet from her.

She tried clicking her phone on, but it had died.

"Fuck!" She shouted.

She took a deep breath before she tried her best to pull her body across the floor and to the door she managed to push it open. When she looked up she made eye contact with a woman pointing a gun at her. She covered her face as she looked down at the ground.

"Oh my god are you okay?" She asked as she leaned down to help the girl up to her feet.

"Not really." Phoebe groaned out.

"You're Sidney Prescott." Phoebe said.

"Unfortunately." She said as she wrapped her arm around the girl, careful of the wound on her back.

"He's dead." Phoebe said as she saw Sidney look back at the boy on the floor.

"We need to get downstairs, but we need to do it quietly. Do you think you can walk on your own?" She asked.

"I can try." Phoebe said as Sidney let her go to lean on the bannister, a noise was heard from the closet and Sidney had the gun back in her hand ready to shoot.

A second later she shot at the door a few times, and then the door opened followed by a frantic Richie.

"Why didn't you come out when I yelled for you to come out?" Sidney asked.

"Well cause you were shooting like crazy!" Richie said and at that moment ghostface came out of the room next to Sidney, attacking her.

"Sidney!" Phoebe shouted as she leaned against the bannister.

As Sidney fought, Richie grabbed Phoebe to help stabilize her.

"Come on." He said as he helped her downstairs.

"Will you be okay? I need to go find Sam." He said as she nodded and left her leaning against the counter in the kitchen.

Phoebe could hear the struggle going on through the floor, and a moment later she heard thumping down the steps and then voices in the entryway. Then she heard shouting as Richie, Amber, Sam, and Sidney.

"Someone has to save the franchise." Richie said as they all entered, he threw Sam against the counter and Amber with Sidney.

"You see, no one has made a great Stab movie since the first one. Not Really. Hey baby, you wanna go get the very ex-mrs Riley?" He said.

"Yeah I do." Amber said with a grin as she left the room.

"What the fuck?" Phoebe said as she stood in shock.

"Oh like you didn't see this coming?" Richie said as he walked up to her, holding the knife in her direction.

"You just won't die will you?" He asked softly before turning to head over to Sidney.

"Sidney Prescott. You know, I'm a really big fan." Richie said with a smile.

"Go fuck yourself." Sidney said with a scowl.

"You see the last Stab movie?" Richie asked.

"Not really a fan of scary movies." She replied.

"That checks out. Anyways, it sucked balls. Because nobody takes the true fans seriously. Not really. They just laugh at us and why?" Richie shouted in her face.

"Because we love something? We're just a fucking joke to them? How can fandom be toxic? It's about love! They don't fucking understand that these movies are important to people." He added.

"Richie." Sam said in a soft voice.

"We're gonna help them!" He said, pointing the gun at Sam.

"Hollywood's totally fucking out of ideas, so we decided we'd give them some new source material to follow. You know, bring it back to the basics. Because that's how you make a great Stab movie, Sam. Based on actual events." Richie said as Amber brought a groaning Gale into the kitchen.

"Gale." Sidney said, concerned at the woman's wellbeing.

"You sit the fuck down." Amber snapped at her.

"Back up, back up." Richie said to Sidney as she attempted to move closer to her.

Amber walked in front of Sidney, while Richie to Sam. Amber held the knife up to Sidney mimicking a stab motion with a shrill sound as a joke.

"What about this one?" Richie said flicking his head toward Phoebe who was currently leaned up against the counter.

"She isn't going anywhere, she'll be completely bled out in a few minutes. Time will take care of her for us." Amber said with a snicker.

"Fuck you Amber." Phoebe snapped.

"Awe." Amber said sarcastically with a poke of her lip.

"You did all this, just to make me the hero of your fucked up movie?" Sam asked.

"Sweetie, you're not the hero. You're the villain." He said, placing the gun at her chin.

"The daughter of Billy Loomis who sees fucked up visions of her dead dad? Sidney Prescott killed your father. You, did all this just to get her back to Woodsboro." Richie said.

"And now, this story is going to be one of a kind, and you're all going to be the main characters who get carved up in a brutal horrific fashion." Richie said.