tw; this shit gets pretty dark (proceed with caution)

The air was freezing, which surprised Corey as he stepped out of his car. He held tightly onto his bag as he walked onto the set, hearing the loud chatter of voices as he looked around with wide eyes.

He bumped into someone "oh I'm so sorry!" the man went to protest but he stopped when he caught sight of the man in front of him. "Oh it's fine, you're Corey Becker, I saw you on the news".

Corey winced slightly "I hope that's not a bad thing, I was here about that job listing I saw on the newspaper, a bunch of others places shut me down, when they saw who I was".

The man smiled lightly "around here it doesn't matter who you are, I'm Roman Bridger". The man reached his hand forward Corey smiled as he shock the man's hand. "I don't have to introduce myself seeing you've heard about me already".

"You were like all over the news a few months ago, everyone knows who you are, I myself haven't really seen the stab movies, not a big fan of horror".

Corey smiled "I haven't seen it either, not a big fan of seeing my life story plastered on a big screen, especially when they made a bunch of shit up".

Roman chuckled slightly "yeah that's the movie industry for you, always making up lies for more money. I myself prefer telling the truth".

Corey's eyes shined in a way as he looked at the man "that's nice, not a lot of people are very honest these days, I just moved here so I've been desperately trying to find a job".

"What made you decide to move here?" Corey shrugged his shoulders "it's better then woodsboro, and it's also just more peaceful here. Which I know sounds lame, but god I love it here".

Roman smiled "well I've been in desperate need of a coffee runner, how does that sound? You'd just be running around asking people there orders and then you pick it up. It's not that hard, the last guy though, he kept getting my order wrong".

Corey laughed lightly "I promise I won't fail miserably like the last guy. Uh thank you Mr.Bridger, you're like the first person around here to show me any sort of decency".

The man smirked slightly "oh please, call me Roman, it was nice meeting you Corey". The man walked off but stopped mid way "oh and welcome to the crew! You start tomorrow morning!".

Corey smiled as he watched the man walk away. "Thank you!" his voice bounced slightly as he turned around and walked off towards his car.

Corey's eyes opened slowly, his body aching as he pushed the blanket off of him. He looked outside the window, the moon high in the sky as tears slipped down the cracks of his cheeks.

The door creaked open "Corey you okay? I heard crying..." he let out a shaky breath. "I'm okay Tate, just a bad dream". He wiped at his face as she walked inside the room sitting down beside him.

"You can talk to me you know, you saved me so many times and you saved my kids. the least I can do is try helping you feel better".

The man chuckled slightly "you've already done enough just by letting my crash in your house while I'm in town. You don't need the baggage of my life on your shoulders, not right now at least".

Tatum smiled sadly as she pressed her hand against Corey's shoulder. "Roman told me you called him Rome the other day, gosh you haven't called him that since he was seven".

Corey sighed "it was nothing, just a silly nickname" he looked paler then usual, his eyes dark. "You know it's not just a silly nickname, are you having the dreams again? About Roman?".

Corey sighed "it'll pass, with this whole ghostface shit going on again, gosh it's like my minds playing tricks on me again. With the dreams and the hallucinations... I just want it to stop".

He pressed his face into his hands as he sighed. "It's okay to feel bad about everything that's going on, it's okay to cry Corey, I know you loved Roman so much, I mean he was your husband for so long, and that wound will never truly heal on its own".

Corey smiled sadly "I fucked everything up Tate, I ruin everything I touch, Mickey was all I had left of Rome, and I fucking ruined it.. they're both dead and I'm just here. It should be me whose dead, not them, god not them at all...".

He cried and Tatum hugged him "I promise you, I won't let you lose anyone else, I'll fight ghostface myself if I have too!". Corey let out a weak laugh as he leaned into Tatum "I'm sorry for making your life so fucking miserable and complicated. If I had never known you, maybe you would be safe".

Tatum shock her head "it doesn't matter Corey, you're my best friend, shit you're family at this rate, there's no way in hell I regret ever meeting you all those years ago. You saved my life, and I'll always be grateful for that".

Corey smiled sadly "why couldn't I have saved them too, I saved everyone else but them... does that make me a bad person?".

Tatum shock her head "there deaths wasn't your fault, you didn't know what was going to happen, don't blame yourself Corey. They wouldn't want you to beat yourself up about it either".

Corey sighed as he looked outside the window watching the sun slowly rise. "I'm sorry if I woke you up, I didn't even know I was crying".

Tatum smiled softly "what were you dreaming about? Was it something bad? Or was it good?". Corey smiled weakly "I was dreaming about the first time I meant Rome, gosh I wish I could just go back and make everything better. Maybe if I had figured it all out sooner he would still be alive".

Tatum held onto Corey's hand "hey promise me when all of this is over, and you go back home. Promise me you'll stop beating yourself up over what happened in the past".

Corey smiled "I'll try my best" Tatum laughed lightly "you better Corey, I hate seeing you this miserable. I hope one day you find the closure you're searching for, and you're happy".

He smiled "Sid makes me pretty happy now, she's something else, gosh I'd go crazy if I lost her". Tatum stood up from the bed "you won't lose her, I'll make sure of that myself".

Corey smiled as Tatum walked towards the door "now you go shower, wash away all your worries and stress, I'll be downstairs making breakfast for everyone, and you better be down there in an hour".

She left the room and Corey chuckled slightly as he stood up from the bed.

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  Wes liked to imagine he enjoyed life, his mother was a good woman who ran around helping people. Although he always worried for her every time she'd leave in a rush. He stood in the kitchen placing plates down onto the dining table as his mother walked down the steps "set up an extra plate sweetheart, Corey Becker is stopping back".

"It's Becker-Prescott, trust me if you say it wrong he'll lose it" the woman smiled. "Right, I gotta start remembering that, I'm gonna pick up the food, if he stops by, tell him I'll be back soon".

Wes nodded "I will mom" the woman smiled at him before leaving the house. Wes put down an extra plate walking up the stairs in a rush as he stepped into the bathroom. If Corey was coming over he had to make sure he didn't look like shit.

Corey drove down the road fast music blasting out of his radio as he texted Sidney updates. His gaze looked at the road harshly when he spotted Judy Hicks car speed off towards her house.

The sirens loud enough to make him think the worst. "Shit" Corey drove faster not caring about stop signs or red lights. He grabbed his gun out of the compartment making sure it had bullets.

His eyes widen in horror when he parked his car in front of the hicks house. Judy Hicks screamed as the figure stabbed her harshly. Corey jumped out of his car fast "hey fuck face!".

He shot at the figure and sighed in annoyance when he missed. The figure stood up quickly glaring holes at Corey as they ran towards him. Corey punched the figure harshly, his eyes widening when more screaming entered the air.

"Wes" he ran past the figure running towards the front door. "Fuck, it's locked!" he sighed deeply as he ran around the back. His foot collided with the door making it break open.

Wes was pressed against the front door his eyes wide as he tried to push the figure away from him. "No fucker!" he screamed when the knife slammed into his throat, blood gushing out of his lips.

"No!" Corey ran toward the figure throwing them angrily into the wall. He let out a shaky breath as Wes gagged on his own blood, his hand gripping his throat as his eyes widen in horror.

Corey couldn't help but let out a light sob as he gripped the boys throat. "You're gonna be alright, I'll make sure you're okay Wes". Corey's hands were shaking like crazy as he tried opening the front door. "God damn it, not now...".

Wes let out one final breath before his body grew still. "Fuck! No! Wes! Please you gotta wake up!" Corey pressed his hands against the boys throat harshly "you're fine, you're gonna he fine".

He pushed the boy into the ground his hands pushing against his chest "come on breath kid!". His vision was getting blurry as he blew air into the boys mouth "come on Wes! Breath!".

He pounded on the boys chest harshly, the blood mended into his hands and face as he tried desperately to bring the boy back.

"Come on! Fuck!" Mickeys lifeless eyes stared back at him, the blood gushing out of his throat. Corey screamed as he pounded his hands downwards.

The boy didn't move, his body still lifeless Mickeys eyes bored into Corey's soul. "Fuck!" Corey ran his hands through his hair roughly as he pushed himself into the wall "god fucking damn it!".

His phone started ringing making his hands shake as he grabbed it out of his pocket. He let out a shaky breath as he pressed it against his ear.

"I hope you love my little gift I left you, I killed Wes just like your pathetic little Mickey was killed! I can't wait to see your face when you see my next gift Corey.... Oh it's real close".

The laughter taunted Corey as he let out an angry shout he threw his phone into the wall. It shattered and he pushed himself off the ground as he walked towards the front door.

He let out a heavy breath as he pulled open the front door. He could hear the distant sound of sirens in the distance as he walked outside.

The sun light was bright as his hands shock harshly, he felt the warmth of something falling down on his cheek. He let out a heavy breath as he looked up.

Judy's eyes burned holes into his soul as her lifeless corpse dangled off the tree. Her guts falling out of her stomach as blood fall out of her rapidly.

It hit Corey's face so harshly as he screamed out in horror. Casey's body dangled, her eyes burning holes into Corey's face. "No! Fuck!".

Corey fell to his knees as he pushed his face into his hands. His body shaking violently as he aggressively screamed out. He had finally snapped, his eyes darkening as he let out heavy breaths.

The sirens got closer "Corey! Holy shit Corey!" Randy's voice was loud as he jumped out of his car. "Uncle Corey! What happened!". Casey and Roman ran over, Tatum and Randy trailing behind them.

The police cars got there so fast, Tatums eyes widen in horror at the sight of Judy's body. "Oh god" she looked down at Corey with worry "Corey...".

His body shock with such force as he cried loudly. His hands tugging at his hair harshly as he rocked himself back and forth.

Tatum let out a heavy breath as she kneeled down slowly, she looked at Randy her way of telling him to make the police back off for a moment.

"Corey" he started sobbing "Tate... it's all my fault, it's all my fucking fault that they're dead!". She gripped his shoulders "it's not your fault Corey, please don't blame yourself".

He looked at Tatum "but it is, all of it is... the fuckers killed them just like..." he sighed deeply "just like Casey and Mickey... it's all my fault".

"It's not your fault Corey, please don't blame yourself, these assholes are trying to break you, don't let them break you Corey".

He let out a heavy breath "fucking kill them all dad! How fucking dare they disrespect our family like this! How dare they disrespect my death!".

Mickey stood in front of Corey "Corey you're so much better then this, please don't be like them". Casey gripped his face as she smiled at him "I'm your sister, your family... don't you dare be like those assholes who ruined your life, who ruined my life so soon".

"Fuck that bullshit! Don't listen to your sister! Be like us! Kill then all! Make them wish they never fucked with you!". Roman sneered angrily as he sat down beside Corey "don't let us have died for nothing Corey, avenge us all!".

A laugh entered the air "yeah right, where's my Justice! Huh asshole! You fucking killed me! And I know you liked it!". Jill Roberts glared holes into Corey's head as she flipped him off.

"Aww please he killed us first, you're not special you dumb bitch!" Mickey and Hallie glared at Corey angrily. "He loved every second of it, he killed us and he fucking loved it! It's in his genes to be just like us all, a killer.. a ghostface killer!" Shit he's the star of the movie!".

They all smirked "put on the mask Corey, do it for us, prove to the world you're not weak. That you won't let these assholes break you". Roman held onto the mask his eyes looking into Corey's.

"Do it for me" the man was pushed out of the way "no! You're better then this Corey, don't listen to those idiots, we were in the womb together, we spent our lives together side by side. You used to pick me back up whenever I got hurt. Whenever I would cry you would make me laugh, make me smile. And I'm sorry I failed you, that I left you alone...".

Casey smiled brightly "I'm still in here" she pressed her hand against his heart. "I'll always been here Corey, our bond will never be broken, I love you baby brother, this time I'll be the one picking you back up, be good. Be good!".

She was pushed away "being good is overrated! I saw that look in your eyes once, when you killed those fuckers who beat you up! Who humiliated you, you loved it, you were so beautiful when you were killing those people. Let in your true nature".

The mask was pushed against his chest Roman leaned forward "be ghostface". He whispered it into the boys ear before he disappeared.

Corey let out a shaky breath as he blinked, Tatum held onto him as the police walked in and out of the house. "I can't be here..." he stood up off the ground "Corey, just let us drive you to our house, the police can question you in the morning".

He shock his head aggressively "no screw that, I'm tried of answering questions, I'm tired of running, of these fuckers getting away with killing people".

He walked towards his car "Corey wait!" Tatum ran after him. He got into his car slamming the door shut "where are you going! Corey!".

He looked outside his window at Tatum "I'm going home". He drove off quickly music blasting into his ears as his grasp tightened on his steering wheel.

He parked the car fast jumping out of the car as he ran towards the house. He pulled the old caution tape off kicking the door open harshly.

He walked inside his eyes looking at the glass door that was boarded up. Casey screamed as the patio door was broken, a chair flying inside.

Corey looked at the old phone that was resting on the counter "Corey, there's some creep on the phone!". He picked it up noticing the old bloody finger print stains on it. He put it back down as he walked up the stairs.

"You're older by like five minutes..." he pushed his bedroom door open "Corey can I sleep in here tonight, I had a nightmare....".

His room looked the same, not a single thing touched or moved. He refused to let his parents take anything out when they moved. Casey's room was boarded up, his mother and father refusing to even go inside after she was killed.

Corey sat down on his bed. Dust flying into the air as he looked around at the walls. "You used to hate when I came in here" Casey appeared beside him her face bloody as she smiled at him.

"You would steal my stuff that's why" she smiled lightly "you let me, I bet I still have some of your things in my room, I always used to hide it under my bed, I don't know why I didn't just give it back to you when we got older".

Corey stood up walking into the hallway his eyes looking at the boarded room. He sighed as he kicked at the wood until it broke.

He let out a heavy breath as he walked into the room, he smiled weakly as he sat down on Casey's bed. "I remember when we used to share this room, then mom made you move in across the hall when you got older, claimed you needed more space.. gosh you were always the favorite".

Corey laughed "yeah right! You were the favorite" he looked around the room smiling weakly. "This place is depressing, you shouldn't be here Corey".

Corey reached into his pocket grabbing the gun he looked down at it then he turned looking at Casey. Blood ran down her forehead as she smiled at him.

"Does it hurt? Dying?" "I'm not telling you, there's no way in hell you're going to die, not yet...".

The sirens were loud and Corey sighed deeply as he pressed the gun against his head. "Please Just let me do this one thing, everyone will be safe if I'm dead, no one else will die because of me, because of who I am... first it was you, and then it was Roman and Mickey, fuck even Jill. it's all my fault that everyone's suffering again".

"It's not your fault, it's Romans... he started this the second he told Billy Loomis about his father sleeping with Sidney's mother. I can't believe you ever liked that guy, he was bad news!".

"He wasn't bad news to me, not at first, I was too in love with him to see all the signs. I don't care what he did, I still love him, I always will".

"I don't blame you, he was perfect for you, even if he was a psychopath with major mommy issues, but now you have Sidney, you have your girls, you can't leave them alone Corey".

Tears slipped down Corey's face "they'd be better off without me in there life's, all of them would be".  The sirens got closer and he could hear the loud voices of people entering the house.

"Please don't do this Corey, I don't wanna watch you die, not yet... we'll see each other again, when you're old and on your deathbed, with your children and grandkids all around you. With Sidney in your arms, it isn't your time yet".

Tatum let out a shaky breath as she walked into the house "this is where it all started, this is Corey's old house". She held onto herself as she looked around.

The gunshot was loud, it bounced off the walls and Tatum couldn't help but cry as she ran up the stairs. Randy was behind her the man on the phone with Sidney as he let out a heavy breath.

Tatum ran into the room fast her eyes widened in horror at the blood on the walls and floor. Corey's body laid against the bed the blood slowly flowing out of his head staining the bed.

"Shit! Shit! Corey! Oh god!" Tatum gripped the boys face "what the fuck did you do!". Randy dropped the phone the second he ran into the room.

"He's in here!" he tried to not to cry and remain calm as he gripped onto Tatum "he's gone babe, come on you don't have to see this".

Tatum cried as she pushed her head into Randy's chest. Then it happened, Corey's chest rose, his breathing shallow as blood left his lips.

"Corey..." the paramedic practically pushed Tatum and Randy out of the way as they approached Corey. "Holy shit, this guys alive" Tatum let out a shaky breath "is he okay? Is he okay!".

Corey's body was rushed out of the house, the sirens loud as Tatum held onto Randy. "Ma'am you're the one who called this in?". She nodded as she looked at the paramedic with a nervous smile.

"Is he... dead" it was silent "he's alive. The bullet grazed the side of his head, wounds like that often bleed a lot, it's likely when he pulled the trigger, he got scared last second and missed".

Tatum let out a heavy breath "so he's gonna be okay?" the paramedic nodded slowly. "He'll be in the hospital for a good while, likely on suicide watch, it's best you stay with him... in case he tries it again". The paramedic walked off and Tatum looked at Randy "call Sidney back, tell her it's time for her to come back".

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authors notes:
normally I don't do trigger warning in any of my chapters, but in this case it just felt needed. I know this shit got dark in a matter of seconds, I myself write a lot of dark shit, half the time I cut it out last second, but in this case it's staying. Corey's character is very complex, he's like anyone in this situation, depressed, a little crazy. I mean for gods sake he was hallucinating dead people, he's always had little mentions of this happening in past chapters, little hints left behind stating he'd "die". Of course he didn't actually die, he's got plot armor, and he's like the main Oc of this story. But that's besides the point, I wanted to show a man who's gone through a lot of struggles and challenges. Finally just giving up, getting so low he doesn't see any way out but death. I know it's dark asf, but this story isn't exactly pg-13. Corey is my baby, and I will protect him going forward, but this chapter is like his moment where he just "snaps" under the pressure of it all. Which is fucked, but who cares it's my story... anyways sorry for this long ass note. I'm running on no sleep and a redbull, so... uh I leave you with this long ass chapter....