— 𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙；𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒
— 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾：𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒

WINDSOR COLLEGE WAS IN, full swing with news reporters and anchors everywhere. Since the recent sighting of Ghostface appearing at a college soiree last night, they were like sharks hunting for their bait.

They just needed to catch the main attraction, and that main attraction was none other than Sidney Prescott, one of the last surviving Ghostface victims besides Randy Meeks, Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley of course.

Speaking of Dewey Riley and Gale Weathers, those two were currently at the police station gathering evidence with the campus police.

"We got three victims, Maureen Evans, Phil Stevens and Cici Cooper." Chief Heartly jotted down on the green chalkboard.

"Is Cici the girl's real name?" Gale asked, having a sneaking suspicion on where the clue trail was following.

"Oh, uh, no it's uh, Casey, Casey Cooper."

Gale then gave Dewey who was parched up on an empty desk a knowing look.

"As in Casey Becker."

"Excuse me?" Chief Heartly questioned, wanting Gale to further specify her sudden answer.

"She was a young victim in Woodsboro, as well as her boyfriend Steven Orth." Gale informed underling the similar names on the chalkboard, causing Dewey to now stand up and join in.

"As in Phil Stevens."

"Maureen Evans, Maureen Prescott – Sidney's mother."

"Do you think someone's trying to duplicate Woodsboro?"

"It looks like it." Gale confirmed Dewey's gesture.

"Think you have a copycat on your hands Chief." Dewey stated, causing the older man to sigh.

"Jesus Christ."

"What are you doing to keep Sidney safe?" Dewey asked, worrying about the girl he thought of as a little sister.

"I've got my two best detectives on her." He shared.

And while the three investigators were so involved with the ongoing facts and similarities between the Woodsboro and Windsor murders, they didn't notice a peculiar pregnant brunette standing on the other side of the office having heard every word they uttered.

With a scarf over her head and dainty sunglasses rested on her face, Rose smiled to herself before she turned and walked out of the building.

"I give it to you Gale, you're way smarter than you look." She whispered amongst herself, as she began to walk down the steps of the police station heading towards her truck.

"Looks like phase 2 is going just as planned." She smirked.

•••

Hearing the front door close, both men in the kitchen knew who just arrived home.

"So, what did you learn on your little adventure to campus security?" Billy asked, handing Rose a peach since she had started craving them around this time of day.

"Thanks" She accepted before she started to explain. "From what I know, Dewey and Gale are working together with the campus police, and so far they have already connected the recent victims to the people you killed in Woodsboro, but that's all they have so far."

"So, they have the victims that Mickey killed, that are based off of our kills. But they don't have the connections to your murders in Woodsboro?"

"Yes, that is correct Stu."

"And remind me of their names again, cause if you don't remember that was at a time, we didn't know you were a full-blown sociopath." Billy lightly teased.

"Say what you want, but I thought it was very obvious based on how my emotions were portrayed."

"Yeah, yeah, but get to the victims' names, babe."

"Okay, okay. So first we have my parents Crystal Nightwood and Derek Altieri. Then we have the town sheriff, Burke. And last but not least we have the two girls, Linda Murphy and Nancy Lois Ridder."

"It's fairly easy to see who our next targets are gonna be, the sheriff, Mickey's friend Derek and those sorority girls, Murphy and Lois." Billy stated, simultaneously counting the number of future victims on his hands.

"It'll be as easy as making pie." Stu snorted, turning around to look in the cabinet for a snack.

"Do you even know how to make a pie?" Billy squinted.

Stu huffed out a laugh, "No, but I sure know how to eat one."

"Of course, you do."

"Speaking of pie, I kind of want some now." Rose mentioned out of the blue.

"But you hate pie." Billy recalled.

"I know that's what's so weird about it. But now I can't stop thinking about blackberry pie. I guess I need to go get some." The tanned girl said, before she started to grab her keys on the table.

That is, before Billy picked them up first. "Ah, ah, ah. You need to stay here, you've already been out today, and you don't need to get caught just because you're having some cravings." Billy dotted.

"All though they may be true, I'm less likely to be noticed since, a) I'm pregnant, b) my hair is different and c) you both are more famous because you were on the news for the murders in Woodsboro."

Billy rolled his eyes, "I'll wear a hat and sunglasses."

"Yeah, like that's a good disguise." Rose laughed.

"It's better than a scarf and sunglasses." Billy shot back, with a smile coming upon his face.

Causing Rose's eyebrows to furrow. "I'll have you know not a single person noticed me in that police station."

"That's because cops are dumb." Stu laughed, now taking Billy's side.

"This is so unfair; I don't even know why I'm listening to you two. I have free will. I don't need your opinions." She scuffed.

"Calm down, we're just messing with ya. Here let Stu take you over to the couch and you can watch a movie or something, and before you know it I'll be right back with your pie." Billy suggested.

"Fine, but I also want apple pie as well, oh and pecan!"

"Yeah, whatever. Just go sit down."

Flicking her hand back signaling she was done with the conversation, Rose walked over to the couch and sat down.

"I'll be back in like 20 minutes or so, watch her because you know how she gets." Billy warned Stu.

"You know I've got this dude, nothing is going to happen." Stu assured.

"That's what everyone says before something happens." Billy stated, before he started walking out of the kitchen.

"Seriously man, don't worry about us!" Stu shouted hearing the front door close for the third time today.

•••

Reaching the nearest phone he could find, Mickey dialed his sister's house phone.

After a few seconds of the line ringing someone on the other end finally picked up.

"Yes, Mickey?"

"Nice of you to assume it's me."

"You're the only one who calls here, so who else would it be?"

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe a telemarketer or something."

"Could be, but I doubt it, so what did you actually call me for brother."

"Sidney's got two officers on her tail at all times, so that means we'll have to be a bit more cautious."

Rose lightly chuckled on the other end, "Don't tell me you're getting worried already, Mick."

"Of course not, I would just not like to see you giving birth to my niece or nephew in a prison cell."

"First of all, I would never go to prison. Second, I already knew about the details she had put on her because I was in the office when it was being authorized."

"I don't know why I'm surprised, you know everything before anybody does."

"That's the perks of being me."

"Mmhmm. Hey, have you gotten in touch with our other confidant?"

"As a matter of fact, I have. She's supposed to be on school grounds right about now actually."

"That's good, look I gotta go, but keep me updated on the further progressions of phase to, will ya?"

"Without a doubt, baby brother." Rose said, before she hung up the phone.

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