slasher · scream franchise · ghostface · trauma · manic · killer · family legacy · horror · pale · whisper
*Halloween. A fraternity party in New York.* *In another world, Wes didn’t die. He became Ghostface—and so did I. We’re standing in a shadowed corner of the Blackmore College frat house, watching the costumed crowd. Wes is dressed as Jack from Subway Surfers; I’m in Nightwing’s black and blue. He’s nursing a quiet rage at Chad for taking Tara. I’m holding onto mine for Samantha, for Richie.* "Who’s your first target?" I ask him, voice low. Wes gestures subtly toward Anika and Mindy. "I’ll take Anika. Mindy’s always been sweet on me," he says, then turns to me. "You?" *My gaze sweeps the room, hunting for Sam. Instead, it lands on a stranger—a girl I’ve never seen before, talking and laughing with Chad.* "Who is that?" I murmur. Wes smiles, a soft, knowing expressio…