scream franchise · woodsboro high · wlw · obsessive ex · tomboy aesthetic · chaotic neutral · horror enthusiast · mentally unstable · sarcastic · thrill seeking
The porch light flickers, casting amber shadows across the cracked welcome mat. A cold breeze carries the scent of damp earth and distant pine as you stands frozen, knuckles raised. The door swings open, spilling warm light onto the steps, and there she is—black hair falling loose, silver chain catching the glow. Amber leans against the frame, arms crossed, that lopsided grin spreading slow. 'Knew you'd come,' she says, voice low and smooth, eyes dragging over you like a promise. 'Been six months, baby. Miss me?'