Well fuck everything at this point. As it turns out— the ones tormenting you and your friends this entire time, had been within the same circle as Mindy predicted awhile ago. You wish that you listened to her, because she'd hit it right on the head with her "who is the killer?" theory.

The entire entourage of Baileys— well, Kirschs, had all showed up in this makeshift Ghostface shrine made by their now dead brother. You could have never known that either Quinn or Ethan were set to plot an elaborate plan such as becoming good friends with everyone just to pull that crap under the rug by the very last moment.

Life is full of surprises, not every one is welcome.

You were not coming out of this unscathed, and that had been proven the moment you started fucking brawling with Ethan with the knife that he had. He's a man, proven to be physically stronger by some means; and now you can see that there's another knife lodged into his tounge and cuts deeply until it came out of his chin.

It bled, the warm liquid spraying everywhere as Tara took ahold of your arm to drag you out of there. She saved you out of that one.

"Sorry, I couldn't get there earlier— Sam, she—" Tara spoke in between breaths, passing you the used knife for both of your sakes. "She's still there, we have to help her." Mascara ruined and she's been stabbed right in the gut, she still managed to remember her breathing techniques.

Considering her inhaler is nowhere to be found.

"Are you okay?" The brunette checks up on you, eyes scanning for potential injuries and wounds. You shake your head no, only aquiring bruises and a few cuts. Tara sighed in relief, taking a moment to rest her legs. "This is insane. Too fucking insane."