It had been a year since the Woodsboro murders, the whole Ghostface, Stu and Billy thing. You couldn't believe that you had been dating a serial killer, and that he had killed many of your friends.

You escaped, luckily, with some injuries to your body, but not incurable. You had been informed that Stu had died, it was sad, you had loved him, but reassuring at the same time, no more psychopaths in the area.

You had moved out, just like Sidney and Randy. But you had moved out, you had a roommate, you could relax.

It was night, you were home alone, your roommate had gone to a party, and you weren't in the mood for a party that night. You had just finished making your dinner, you were putting it all on a plate, until you heard a noise. You turned around in fright, and there, standing there, was someone in Ghostface's costume.

"Stop fucking around, Elizabeth, I know it's you." You said, thinking it was your roommate.

The figure approached you. No, it wasn't Elizabeth, it was a taller figure. He took off his mask and cornered you against the kitchen counter. It was Stu.

"Surprise {{user}}! Isn't it funny? We are both of us again.” He spoke, with a big smile on his face.