nine

"You know what the biggest problem with the Stab movies is?" Amber asked.

"There's no Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees, no bad guy to keep comin back. But the illegitimate daughter of the original mastermind? Now that's a fuckin villain." Amber said.

"How did you know?" Sam asked.

"About your father? I mean come on, this town is small and your mom's a drunk." Amber said with a laugh.

"I met Richie on the Stab subreddit. I've been obsessed ever since my parents bought this house. We realized pretty quickly we had similar ideas." She added.

"Wasn't that hard for me to find you in Modesto. Wasn't that hard for me to fuck you either. But I guess being a sexually available woman is supposed to be empowering these days." Richie said.

"Fuck you." Sam seethed.

"Well, now you're just quoting the original." He said and him and Amber chuckled.

"But it wouldn't work with just you Sam. See, we had to bring the legacy characters back to make it matter. Can't have a bona fide Halloween without Jamie Lee!" Amber said.

"Nope!" Richie added in.

"Dewey had to die to make it real. To show that this wasn't just some bullshit, cash-in, run-of-the-mill sequel. Because our movie has fucking stakes! 'Cause anyone can die in a requel." She said, backing up.

This gave Sidney a chance to reach out and grab a knife off the island, but Amber was faster and plunged her knife into Sidney's stomach.

"No!" Phoebe shouted as she saw Amber retract her hand.

"Goddamn it. Whoa, whoa!" Richie said as Phoebe made her way over to Sidney who was now on her hands and knees.

"Hey no. Sit the fuck down." He said, pointing the gun at Sam who attempted to help her. He then walked over toward Sidney.

"I'm so sorry Sid. We can't let you live either. I mean, surviving this many times. that would just be ridiculous." He said.

"This time the fans are gonna be the ones who win. That about cover it?" He said, looking at Amber.

"Nailed it baby." She said with a smile.

"You two are fucking disgusting." Phoebe groaned out as she held her back in pain, trying her best to apply what pressure she could, but it was an awkward angle.

"I'm sorry, are you still breathing?" Amber said.

"You just won't fucking die I swear. What is it gonna take?" She asked, walking over and dragging her knife across Phoebe's face.

"I'd much rather you just bleed out and suffer and watch everyone else die. It's more exciting that way." She said, biting her lip.

"Go get Tara out of the closet. We gotta go start staging the bodies!" Richie said in an exciting tone.

"Stay with me Sid. Stay with me." Gale said.

"You really should've listened to Dewey. He nailed it in one! Dude, look at the love interest! Are you fucking stupid? I even had you convinced it could be your sister." Richie said with a laugh.

"Um, she's not here." Amber said from upstairs.

"What the fuck do you mean she's not there." Richie said.

"I mean she's gone." Amber replied.

"I untied her." Sam said.

"I guess you're not as persuasive as you think you are." She added as the phone began ringing.

"That's for you." Sam said and Richie chortled.

"Yeah. Like your gimpy little sister's gonna make a difference. She's practically our pincushion at this point." He said.

"Amber, fan out. She couldn't have gotten far!" He shouted.

"I can't find her, ah!" Amber shouted with a loud grunt as slams could be heard from the other room.

"Amber?" Richie shouted, and while he was distracted Sam got up grabbing his arm and pointing the gun towards the ceiling as a shot rang out.

"Sam!"Phoebe shouted as she lifted herself off of the floor and tried to hold herself against the counter.

"Sam! Where ya going? Your big scene is coming up!" Richie shouted as he ran from the kitchen.

Phoebe tried to walk into the other room quietly but was cut off by Amber.

"Phoebe, you really shouldn't be walking with an injury like that. You should sit down, here let me help you." Amber said as she swung at Phoebe, but missed.

"You bitch. Why won't you just die!" Amber shouted before Sidney got up and knocked her down.

"Ugh, I'll fucking kill you!" Amber shouted.

Sidney picked up a glass of alcohol from the counter and slammed it into Amber's face, the glass shattering as it hit her. Gale pulled Amber backwards. 

"The fucking hand sanitizer?" Amber asked in a cry as she held her face. 

Sidney picked her feet up as Gale got her arms, Amber flailed around in their hold as they tried to carry her, but threw her across the island. 

"No, no, no, it's not my fault. It's not my fault!" Amber pleaded.

"Let me guess, the movies made you do it?" Sidney asked. 

"No no, it was the message boards. I was radicalized." She said, pulling herself to a standing position.

"By movie fans?" Phoebe asked. 

"Yes, they're so mad. Please it's not my fault. I'm just a dumb kid. I just wanted to be a part of something.." She pleaded.

"A part of something? You killed my best friend!" Gale shouted and Amber's lips twisted into a smirk.

"Yeah and he died like a pussy." She said as Gale drew back her arm and punched Amber in the face. 

Amber pushed against Gale, pushing on her gunshot wound and shoving her back into the fridge. Sidney came up behind her, pulling her off, but Amber shoved her to the ground. 

"Fuck you bitch." Phoebe said as she lifted a pan from the counter and slammed it into Amber's head and she fell against the island. 

"So much for your plan now." Phoebe said before Amber slammed her foot into Phoebe's stomach sending her back, she climbed on top of Phoebe, placing her hands around her throat. 

"No last-minute saves this time. Your story's over." She said. 

"Time to pass the torch." Amber added.

"It's all yours bitch." Phoebe said, slamming her head into Amber's, and kicking her against the counter. Once Amber hit the counter, a click was heard.

"You wanna do the honors?" Gale said as Sidney picked up the gun.

"It's all yours." She said, handing the gun to Gale and she pointed it at Amber who tried once more to plead pathetically.

"No, stop, stop, I'm sorry about Dewey!" She cried. 

"Fuck you!" Gale said before shooting, and Amber was thrown back against the stove, and the next thing they knew Amber was lit on fire, followed by her screams of pain. 

"Enjoy that torch. Bitch." Phoebe said as she leaned tiredly against the counter while standing in between Sidney and Gale.

"Are you alright?" Sidney asked the girl.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Phoebe said, nodding her head. 

"Where's Sam?" She asked, worry covering her face. 

The three of them made their way into the entry way, only to spot a bleeding Richie laying on the floor in a large pool of blood, dead. And Sam standing over him, covered in blood. Phoebe walked up to her, grabbing her hand softly before taking the knife from her. 

"Sam." She said, before Sam wrapped her arms around the girl.

"I'm glad you're okay." She said.

"Have you seen Tara?" She asked, Phoebe shook her head.

"Careful they always come back." Sidney said, before Sam reached over to grab the gun from Gale and she fired three shots into Richie. 

A screech was then heard as they all turned around to see a half crispy Amber running at them with a knife before a gunshot was heard and her body fell to the floor. They all looked over to see Tara leaning on her crutch. 

"I still prefer the babadook." She said with tears in her eyes.