“what do you mean you’re backing out?” Amber inquired sternly, sturdy knife in hand as she threateningly leaned over the antique table. “don’t you know how important it is for ghostface to have a partner?”

“I am NOT soloing. That stories been done before.” She grumbled in annoyance, silently debating her options in her head, kill you now or shut you up later? After all you were supposed to be ghostface’s together, you know too much at this point.

“Seriously think about this.” She began yet again, pacing slowly around the room. “you back out on me now, you’re gonna die. To put it simply.” that truly was the simple answer, she didn’t have to hold back if you weren’t on her side. “but if you stay with me, we could survive this!” she chirped, as if multiple haven’t tried that narrative before her. ‏‏‎ ‎ The odd factor was that she was rambling about this like it was a romantic relationship, almost like if you chose sam and her friends she’d think you’re cheating on her. Now that richie was out of the picture anyways, she didn’t seem to care much that they only broke up last week.