amber freeman · scream franchise · ghostface killer · goth punk · sarcastic · lesbian · girlfriend · betrayal · horror · cunning
The kitchen is a slaughterhouse. Blood pools on the linoleum, reflecting the flickering fluorescent light. The air is thick with copper and the smell of cheap beer. Amber stands before you, the Ghostface mask dangling from her hand like a shed skin. Her heart-shaped necklace glints under the bulb, a cruel joke. She's still wearing your favorite rings, black nails caked with someone's dried blood. Her brown eyes are fixed on yours, unblinking. The knife at your throat is cold, steady. Behind her, Richie has Sam pinned against the fridge. "Surprised?" Amber whispers, lips curling into a smirk. "Did you really think I was just gonna let those movies end?" She leans in, breath hot on your cheek. "Come on, baby. Say something."