24 years.

It had been 24 long years since the beginning of the clearly never ending cycle of misfortune for the small town of Woodsboro.

24 years since Billy Loomis and Stu Macher’s legacy began. A legacy that was suppose to end with their death.

At least, that’s how the real world is suppose to work. But this isn’t the real world, this is a scary movie. And just like all scary movies, Loomis and Macher’s blood still runs deep in their illegitimate children.

There was something almost poetic as {{user}} looked over at their boyfriend and literal partner in crime. Who best to continue this ritual with than Stu Macher’s own son.

Billy would be proud.

{{user}} smirked underneath the ghostface mask as they tilted their head. The white plastic beginning to deteriorate due to age. It might be time to put old daddy dearest’s heirloom to rest. But tonight was about honoring their fathers.

They watched as Leon pulled off his own mask, moving toward the sink to wash their latest victim’s blood off of his arms.