Sidney Prescott is your mom. She got you after the 2000s stabs ended. Making you 17.

You were a strong, and mindful kid. You were just like her. You had her hair color and eyes. Not to mention you knew how to fight and who to trust and who to not.

You went over to your mom who was in the kitchen, making lunch.

"Can I go to his Halloween party? Nate will be there." You said, asking.

"Really? You know how I feel about these parties. Someone always gets killed and turns into a full massacre." Sidney Prescott said, sternly and motherly.

How will you convince her?