Y/N's P.O.V

Right now Sam, Richie and I are meeting the other's at Chad and Mindy's house.

Sam drives up and parks the car, we then get out.

Just then we hear a door close and turn around to see Dewey there.

Sam: Holy shit. He came.

He walks over to us.

Dewey: I've decided to temporarily assist you in your investigation.

Sam: Thank you.

I smile.

Y/N: I knew you'd come around.

Dewey: That's cause you're smart, just like your dad.

He walks past us and to the front door.

Richie: (Whispers) Look, just because that guy took a shower doesn't mean he should have a gun.

Y/N: Shut up, Richie.

We join Dewey and see Mindy open the front door.

She brings us in and we follow her into the home theatre.

Richie: So, how do you know so much about the Stab movies?

Dewey: Runs in her family.

We walk into the home theatre.

Mindy: Randy was our uncle. R.I.P.

Y/N: Thanks for coming, everyone.

Sam: I asked Y/N to call you all here because... there's something I have to tell you.

(Five minutes later)

So, Sam explained how she's related to Billy Loomis and everything else while we watched Stab documentary.

I pause it as it comes to a still image of Billy.

Chad: So, let me get this straight. You're saying that you're the daughter of Billy Loomis, and that one of us is the killer?

Sam: The killer told me he knew my secret. He attacked Tara to lure me back here.

Chad: But then why go and immediately murder some douche-nozzle that was stalking Liv?

Finn: And why does it have to be one of us?

Wes: Yeah, I mean what about Deputy Dewey here? Maybe he's the killer.

He looks at Dewey.

Wes: No offence.

Dewey: None taken, but what's my motive?

Wes: You got stabbed a hundred times, got dumped by your famous wife and crawled into a bottle. I think it's safe to say you're on the suspect list.

Y/N: Damn, Wes.

Dewey: Or maybe you're the killer. Because that cut deep.

Amber: That douche-nozzle is connected. I looked him up, his mother is Leslie Macher. Stu Macher's sister.

Liv: Who's Stu Macher?

Dewey: He was Billy Loomis' partner. A real looney tune.

Y/N: Okay, so the first three attacks are all on people connected to the Ghostface killer's of the past.

Mindy's eyes widen.

Mindy: Oh my god, he's making a Requel!

Sam: A what?

Mindy: Or a legacy-sequel. Fans are torn on the terminology.

Chad: Please speak English.

Mindy: Okay. Remember the Stab movie that came out last year?

Finn: Yeah. Amber and I saw it. It sucked.

Liv: Oh, yeah. It was the one directed by the Knives Out guy, right?. I actually liked that one.

Mindy: Of course you did. You have terrible taste.

Liv: I hate you.

Mindy: The point is, the hard-core Stab fans hated it. You go on 4chan and Dreadit, all they're talking about is how Stab 8 pissed their childhoods. How they crammed in soical commentary just to make it elevated. How the main character's a Mary Sue.

Richie: What a Mary Sue?

Wes: You really don't wanna know.

Amber: What's wrong with elevated horror? I mean Jordan Peele fucking rules.

Mindy: Obviously, but that's not Stab. Real Stab movies are meta-slasher whodunits, full stop.

Sam: Come on, it's just a movie.

Mindy: No, it's not. To some people, the original is their favourite thing in the world. The movie that made them love horror. That mum or dad showed them when they were ten that bonded them together. And god help anyone who slightly fucks with that special memory. Who makes a movie they think disrespects it.

She stands infront of us.

Mindy: It sounds like our killer is writing their own version of Stab 8, but doing it as a Requel.

Dewey: Which is?

She sighs.

Mindy: See, you can't just reboot a franchise from scratch anymore. The fans won't stand for it. Black Christmas, Child's Play, Flatliner's. That shit doesn't work. But you can't just do a straight sequel either. You gotta build something new. But not too new or the Internet goes bug-fucking nuts. It's gotta be apart of an ongoing storyline, even if the story shouldn't have been ongoing in the first place.

She carries on by telling us more about Requel's and their rules.

Mindy: It always goes back to the original.

Sam: Are you telling me that I'm caught in the middle of fan-fucking-fiction? 

Mindy sits down.

Mindy: Not just in the middle, Sam. You're the star. Well, you and Y/N.

Y/N: Me? Why me? I thought there was only one main character?

Mindy: No, there can be two main character's. It's known duel-protagonist. Like Joel and Ellie from the Last of Us.

Y/N: Didn't know you knew who Joel and Ellie were.

Mindy: You're a gamer, Y/N. I was just trying to speak your language.

I nod.

Y/N: Fair enough.

Liv: So, not to put too fine a point on it, but according to Requel rules... who's next?

Mindy: Going by the pattern, who ever it is has to be connected to someone who came before.

We all look at Dewey.

Dewey: I'm starting to regret coming here.

Wes: Jesus, my mum's a character in one of them.

Mindy: No-one cares about the shitty sequels, Wes. You're safe.

She looks to Chad.

Mindy: With Randy as our uncle, though. You and I are probably screwed.

Chad: Wait, what?

Finn: So, Amber's probably the safest one in this room, right?

Mindy: Yeah. She's not related to anyone who came before. 

Richie: Or you're the killer and this whole elaborate monologue is just to cover your tracks.

She scoffs.

Mindy: I think it's pretty clear who the killer is at this point.

Sam: Who?

Mindy: You, or Y/N.

Sam: What?

Mindy: It makes perfect Requel sense.

Y/N: Me? I fought Ghostface when he attacked Tara. My dad is a witness.

Mindy: Well, maybe it's both of you. I mean the first movie did have two killer's.

Y/N: Man, fuck this. I'm outta here.

I walk out of the house and head home.

(Fifteen minutes later)

I make it back home and head to my bedroom.

If Ghostface is coming for me or Tara, I need to be prepared, especially if its someone close to us.

Once I'm in my room I kneel down and pull a case out from under my bed.

I open it and pull out my handgun, a Colt 1911.

I stand up and put a mag in the gun.

???: That girl's got some nerve, huh?

I turn to see Mickey there.

Y/N: I'm not in the mood for this shit.

Mickey: I mean she makes some good points, but you're not a killer.

He smirks.

Mickey: Not yet, at least.

I sigh.

Y/N: For someone who's a figment of my imagination, you're really starting for become a pain in my ass.

Mickey: Y/N, there's someone or two someone's coming for you, hurting your girl and coming after your friends one by one.

Y/N: Shut up!

Mickey: So, let's get out there and start killing someone motherfucker's!

Y/N: Fuck off!

I throw a remote at him, but he disappears and it hits the wall.

Y/N: Damn it.

I sit and rest against my bed.

He's right about thing though.

Ghostface is coming after the people I love.

I've gotta find a way to stop him.