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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Disclaimer 1</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This game is meant to be fun and porny. Do not build your personal views of sex, relationships, or race relations from a pornographic game. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Disclaimer 2</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">All characters within this game are at least eighteen years old.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Disclaimer 3</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">As this game is pornographic, its use is restricted to those at or above the legal age to consume pornography within their state or country. Are you of legal age?</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><b>Disclaimer 4</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am an amateur. If it sucks, my bad. Don't take things so seriously and have fun. And from the top of my heart, thank you for playing.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[I am of legal age to consume pornographic content|Opening]]</div><div style="text-align: center;">[[I am not of legal age to consume pornographic content->Full Stop]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">From me, just someone out here trying to make stupid & fun porn games,</div> <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 10px;"><img src="Images/Logos/Amai Otoko.jpg" width="300" height="300" /></div> <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 20px;">I proudly present...</div> <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 10px;"><img src="Images/Logos/Title.jpg" width="700" height="400" /></div> <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 20px;">[[Please enjoy.|Special Thanks]] (or don’t. I’m not your boss.)</div>

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<div style="text-align: center;">Nia Nacci as Hallie McDaniel</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Credits/1.jpg" width=400 height=600 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Blake Blossom as Cici Cooper</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Credits/2.jpg" width=275 height=600 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Chase Ryder as Gale Weathers</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Credits/3.jpg" width=375 height=600 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Szilvia Lauren as Nancy Loomis AKA Debbie Salt</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Credits/4.jpg" width=375 height=600 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Back|$return]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">I just want to thank the following supporters.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">don't subscribe (Damn Dude)</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Dugelle (Wow Dude)</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/2.gif" width=700 height=400 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Back|$return]]</div>

CREAM II <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Logos/Banner.jpg" width=300 height=75 /></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">Real quick before we start, I just wanna say thank you.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">I’m beyond grateful for the people who support me.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">don't subscribe (Damn Dude)</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Dugelle (Wow Dude)</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/2.gif" width=700 height=400 /></div> <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 15px;">Thank you for having my back, it means the world to me.<br /> Alright, now that that’s outta the way, let’s start [[the show.|Scene 1]] </div>

<div style="text-align: center;"> It’s been five long years since Woodsboro was torn apart by a series of brutal murders that left the town reeling and its residents forever changed. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/1.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> In the aftermath, Gale Weathers, never one to miss an opportunity, penned a sensational true-crime bestseller titled <em>"The Woodsboro Murders."</em> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Random/1.jpg" width="300" height="500" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> The book didn’t just fly off shelves, it dominated. It captivated a nation still obsessed with the story. The media storm was relentless. Before long, New Line swept in, throwing money and promises at Gale for the film rights. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Random/2.jpg" width="300" height="500" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Now, here we are, five years later. Tonight marks the [[special early screening of the movie.|Scene 2]] based on the horrors that once haunted a quiet town.</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right"> Maureen <hr>Remind me again why we’re here? Sitting through this cheap horror cash-grab?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>Because, babe… it’s free. And free means popcorn budget.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right"> Maureen <hr>No, smartass, I know it’s free. What I’m really asking is, why am I the one stuck being your date tonight?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>Because my ride-or-die bro Derek bailed last minute. And… I may have bribed you with a little incentive.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right"> Maureen <hr>Right. The incentive being I endure two hours of Hollywood butchering a tragedy… and in return, I get to peg the soul out of you later.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>I swear, I still don’t know if that turns you on more than it scares me.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right"> Maureen <hr>Sweetheart, the rush I get from bending you over and making you moan my name? Unmatched. You should try wielding that kind of power sometime.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>God, you’re such a deviant.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right"> Maureen <hr>And you love it. Don’t act like you don’t get off on being my favorite toy.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>Not denying it. We’re two weirdos who found each other. Now, on that note, I’ve got to take a piss before the trailers start. Go grab us decent seats, yeah?@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right"> Maureen <hr>Fine. But if you miss the previews, I’m choosing the next safe word.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>Deal. Be back in a flash.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Phil heads off to [[the bathroom|Scene 3]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> The urinals are all occupied, each one lined with someone in a Ghostface costume. Whether it’s viral marketing or a bizarre prank, Phil doesn’t care. His bladder’s more impatient than his brain. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/3.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Rolling his eyes, he skips waiting and ducks into the stall, already unzipping before the lock even clicks. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/4.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Just as he starts to relieve himself, a soft, breathy voice floats in from the next stall over, female, it seems, and weirdly shaky. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/5.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr>Ugh. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this…@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>Uh… hey. You okay in there?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr>Oh. Yeah. Totally fine. Just, you know, working through some life choices.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>Why are you in the men’s room?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr>A friend bet me a grand I wouldn’t record myself jacking off in a public men’s room. And look, I really need the cash. So here I am, camera in hand, pants around my ankles, praying I don’t get banned from this theater.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>Jesus. That’s… twisted. But also kinda hot?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr>Oh? You into messed-up girls with questionable morals and exhibitionist tendencies? Because lucky you, I’m real turned on by the idea of you listening. Why don’t you lean a little closer?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>Oh, fuck yeah…@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/6.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr>You in position, big boy?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/2.jpg" class="float-right">Phil <hr>More than ready.@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Perfect. Hope you brought protection.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> <video src="Videos/Scenes/1.webm" width="1100" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> A second later, the stall door creaks open, and “the girl” steps out, not a girl at all, but Ghostface in full costume.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/7.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Was that the kind of climax you were hoping for?@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> <video src="Videos/Scenes/2.webm" width="1100" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Ghostface casually slips on Phil’s jacket, giving a little twirl in the mirror before strolling out to [[the theater.|Scene 4]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Ghostface slips into the empty seat beside Maureen like he’s been there the whole time. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/8.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right"> Maureen <hr>Damn, babe. Took you long enough. Movie already started. Whatever. All you missed was this white bitch getting railed by her boyfriend. Real cinematic art.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> The screen blasts a sudden jump scare, sharp music, screaming face. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Maureen jumps and instinctively grabs Phil’s arm and freezes. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/9.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Her fingers come away slick, wet. The sticky warmth is unmistakable. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/10.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/1.jpg" class="float-right">Maureen<hr>What the fuck?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface<hr>Opening scene, babe. You’re just here to set the tone.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/11.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> She tries to scream, but the blade moves faster than her breath. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/12.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Maureen stumbles to her feet, blood soaking through her clothes. Chaos erupts, popcorn flies, screams clash with on-screen audio. Ghostface is right behind her, relentless, stabbing again and again as she fights toward the screen. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/13.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> He finally lets her go. She staggers forward, crawling onto the stage like a dying actress desperate for her final bow and collapses, arms wide, lifeless under the flickering light. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <video src="Videos/Scenes/3.webm" width="1100" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> The theater is still screaming when Ghostface slips into the crowd and vanishes. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> The next day at [[Windsor College.|Scene 5]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney stirs as warm fingers gently brush hair from her face. Her boyfriend leans in, voice soft and sweet. </div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>Good morning, my love.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Mm. Good morning, sweetie.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>Breakfast is ready downstairs. Thought I’d spoil you a little.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>You tell Hallie?@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>Not yet. Was just about to.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>You’ve already done enough this morning. I’ll get her.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>Your funeral.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney tosses on a robe and makes her way down the hall. She doesn’t bother knocking, she never does. </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Hallie, are you aw… Oh, for fuck’s sake.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Inside, Hallie is mid-thrust with some guy and moaning with zero shame. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <video src="Videos/Sex/1.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video> </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>God damn it, Hallie. We talked about this. Sock on the door means “do not enter.” Remember? No locks means use your damn signals.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>You could have knocked, genius.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>It’s 8:15 in the goddamn morning, and you know I never knock. This is on you.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/8.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr>Should I stop, or…?@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Don't you dare. Give me like five minutes, alright?@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Fine. Just letting you know breakfast is ready. Don’t take forever.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Ten minutes. Max. Twenty if he keeps doing that thing with his tongue.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney groans, slams the door shut, and heads back to the kitchen. </div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>Where’s Hallie?@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Busy. She’ll be down… eventually.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney sits and flips on the TV, fork halfway to her mouth when the local news floods the screen. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/14.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> “Last night’s screening at Rialto Theater turned deadly as a masked individual attacked audience members during a showing of ‘The Woodsboro Murders’…” </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Where’s Randy right now?@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Hallie walks in, dressed but clearly still glowing from her morning romp. </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>He should be in film class. Why?@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney doesn’t answer. She just stares at the screen, tension rising. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> They all exchange a look, and silently [[get ready to head out.|Scene 6]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> As Sidney, Hallie, and Cotton make their way across campus toward Randy’s film class, they’re ambushed by a wall of cameras, boom mics, and overeager reporters. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> But one familiar voice slices through the chaos like a scalpel. </div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Hello again, Sidney.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>I thought I told you to stay the hell away from me.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Let’s not hold grudges. Come on, bygones, remember?@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>I’d rather masturbate with a sandpaper dildo. Now fuck off.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney turns, the group beginning to walk away, until Gale calls out, not ready to back down. </div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Fine. Be that way. Just answer one thing: Do you think this has anything to do with your mom?@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney stops in her tracks. Her spine stiffens. She turns and smacks Gale across the face with a fierce backhand. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/15.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Don’t ever mention my mother again. She’s been dragged through enough mud because of you.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> With that, Sidney storms off, the rest of the group trailing behind. </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Debbie <hr>Damn. That wasn’t very… cordial. Don’t you two go way back?@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Not really. She still blames me for half the town thinking her mom was the local cum dumpster. But hey, the truth sells. And you are...?@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Debbie <hr>Debbie Salt. Local reporter. Just covering the bloodbath, like you.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>That’s adorable. Now stay in your lane… and out of my shot.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Debbie <hr>No need to be such a bitch.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Sweetheart… Bitch is my middle name.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Later, in front of [[Randy’s class.|Scene 7]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Inside Randy’s film class, the debate is already heating up. He’s leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, challenging his two closest classmates, Mickey and Derek. </div> @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Alright, best James Cameron movie. Go.@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>Easy. Titanic.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right">Derek <hr>Seriously? That bloated, Oscar-bait melodrama? Say True Lies and I’ll respect you again.@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>Look, I love True Lies, but Titanic is a cinematic flex. Scope, emotion, technical wizardry, it’s Cameron at full power.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Before Randy can fire back, the classroom door swings open and Sidney walks in with Hallie and Cotton on her heels, her expression tight, serious. </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Randy. Did you see the news?@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Yeah, I saw it. Big whoop. Nothing to do with us.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Are you fucking serious? Someone murdered two people last night… dressed as Ghostface. And you’re brushing it off like bad cafeteria food?@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Look, Sid, it’s been five years. I’ve moved on. Figured you had too. I mean, you're literally dating the guy you once thought killed your mom. No offense, Cotton.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>None taken.@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Let the cops deal with it. I plan to keep my intestines inside my body this time around.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> And right on cue, the door opens again, and there he is. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Dewey. </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Oh my god… Dewey?@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> She rushes toward him and wraps him in a tight, relieved hug. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/16.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>What are you doing here?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Came to check on you. You alright?@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>I am now.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Good. That’s all I wanted to hear.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> The rest of the group gathers around, introductions being made. </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>So this is the legendary Dewey. Nice to finally meet the guy everyone talks about like a hometown superhero.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Likewise.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Okay, don’t hate me for the timing, but Sid and I were gonna shop for tonight’s party.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Party? Now? Are you kidding? There’s a killer out there.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Go, Sid. Distraction’s not a bad thing. You can't stay locked inside your head forever.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>He's right. I’m gone till tomorrow night, but you’ll be surrounded by people. You’ll be safe.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Alright… alright. You both win. But I’m not promising I’ll enjoy it.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney and Hallie head off to get ready for [[the party.|Scene 8]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> The house is buzzing, music thumping, red solo cups overflowing, laughter spilling from every corner. College kids dance, grind, and stumble through conversations that won’t be remembered by morning. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/17.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Told you, didn’t I? One drink, one dance, and you're already smiling.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>You were right. I needed this. I just… can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. Like the air’s too still when it should be moving.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Girl, you’re overthinking. Nothing bad is gonna happen tonight. You’re safe. We’re surrounded. Relax.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Somewhere just down the street, another house is glowing in the dark. A different sorority. [[A different kind of night.|Scene 9]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> In the quiet, dim glow of Cici’s bedroom, Randy moves over her, slow, steady, deep. The sounds of the party down the street are a distant hum, like another world. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <video src="Videos/Sex/2.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video> </div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>God, Randy… you’re so deep. Don’t stop.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> <video src="Videos/Sex/3.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video> </div> @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>I’m getting close…@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>Be a good boy. Cum on my face.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Randy pulls out, breathless, his hand wrapping around his dick as he finishes, just like she asked. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <video src="Videos/Sex/4.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video> </div> @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>I love you.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>I love you too. I’m really glad you stopped by before the party.@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Me too. Want me to bring you anything back?@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>Yeah. If they’ve got those little sandwiches, the fancy ones, grab me a plate.@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>You got it, beautiful. I’ll be back before you even miss me.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> The two of them get cleaned up, soft touches, quick kisses. Randy heads out the door, leaving Cici to relax… </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> …until the silence is broken. [[The phone rings.|Scene 10]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> The phone rings in the empty sorority house. Cici, half-dressed and fresh from her post-coital high, picks up. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/18.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>Delta Omicron Gamma. Cici speaking. How can I help you?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Hello, Cici. Nice night, isn’t it?@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>Uh… yeah, sure. Sorry, who is this?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>It’s Roger. From film class. Thought I’d finally call.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>Okay, Roger… And what can I do for you?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Well, I was hoping you offered the… Randy Special.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>Excuse me?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>You know, how much to stick my cock in that slutty little pussy of yours?@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>Wow. Okay. Fuck you. Like I’d waste my time on a limp-dicked troll with a phone kink.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> She slams the phone down with a scoff; Only to hear a loud click behind her. The closet door swings open, fast, Ghostface lunges. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/19.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr> Fuck. I missed.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Cici screams and bolts, tearing up the stairs as fast as her bare feet will carry her. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/20.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Get back here, you little bitch!@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> She makes it to the second floor, heart hammering. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Does she [[Hide in one of the bedrooms.|Scene 11A]] or [[Keep running toward the balcony.|Scene 11]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Cici ducks into the first open door she sees. She shuts it as quietly as she can, heart pounding in her throat. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> She scans the room. Closet? Too obvious. Under the bed? Too cliché. She crouches low behind the dresser near the window, barely breathing. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Heavy footsteps storm past the door outside. </div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Where are you, you little tease?! You like playing games? Let’s see how it ends.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> The footsteps fade. A door creaks open at the far end of the hallway, the balcony. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Cici stays still. Counts her breaths. One… two… three… Then, she stands. She slips out of the bedroom and creeps down the hall, every step slow, careful. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Ghostface is on the balcony with his back to her, leaning over the railing, scanning the yard below. He doesn’t hear her. </div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>Hey asshole.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> He turns, just in time to take a full-force shove to the chest. Ghostface stumbles, arms flailing, then goes over the railing. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> There’s a hard, ugly thud below. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Cici rushes to the railing and looks down. Ghostface lies twisted on the ground below, mask cracked, blood spreading beneath his head. He’s dead. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Cici backs away, hands shaking. She pulls out her phone and dials. </div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>My name is Cici Cooper. Someone attacked me at the Delta Omicron Gamma house. He chased me… I pushed him off the balcony. He’s not moving.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> She sinks to the floor, staring at the balcony doors, [[waiting for sirens.|Scene 12A]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> He catches her by the arm and hurls her through the glass doors leading to the balcony. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/21.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>Please… You don’t have to do this…@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Oh, it’s way too late for mercy, babe. But hey, you were fun to chase.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> He grabs her by the throat and, without hesitation, lifts her and throws her screaming body off the balcony. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/22.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>That’s what you get for making me sprint. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a party to catch.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> <video src="Videos/Scenes/4.webm" width="1100" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Before slipping into the night, Ghostface coolly dials 911 and reports the murder. Voice calm. Almost amused. Then, mask on, knife wiped clean he heads for [[the party.|Scene 12]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> Red and blue lights paint the sorority house in flashing color. Police line the yard. A stretcher waits near the bushes. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Cici sits on the porch steps, wrapped in a blanket, silent. Eyes distant. Hands still shaking. </div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer <hr>Confirmed ID. Mickey Altieri. Windsor College senior.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">Detective <hr>Costume, voice changer, kitchen-grade hunting knife. Looks like the bastard planned it out. Guess he didn’t plan on falling.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> The sheet is lifted briefly. Cameras snap photos. The mask lies cracked beside Mickey’s head. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Students from the party trickle onto the street. The music in the distance fades as word spreads. </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/8.jpg" class="float-right">Student <hr>Was he the killer? Like… THE Ghostface?@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Before long, the press shows up. Flashbulbs. Mics. News vans. </div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/3.jpg" class="float-right">Reporter <hr>Police have confirmed that the masked attacker was a fellow Windsor College student. Authorities believe he acted alone. The survivor, identified as Cici Cooper, managed to kill him in self-defense.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Cici lowers her head as cameras turn on her. Then… </div> @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Cici! Jesus Christ. Are you okay?@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> He rushes to her, drops to his knees, and pulls her into a hug. </div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/15.jpg" class="float-right">Cici <hr>I didn’t mean to kill him. He was gonna kill me. I… I didn’t know it was Mickey.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>You did what you had to. You're okay. That’s what matters.@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>He made his choice. You just made sure it didn’t end with you in a body bag.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>You were a badass, Cici. Don't let them turn you into a headline. You lived.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> She nods slowly. Her eyes fill with tears, but she doesn't cry. </div> @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Let’s get you out of here. You’re safe now. It’s over.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Cici leans on Randy as they walk away from the flashing lights. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Everyone believes it’s over. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> No one notices the woman in the back of the crowd. Standing still. [[Watching.|Scene 13A]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"> The room is dark. Dusty. Windowless. One light flickers overhead, just enough to paint shadows across the walls. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Debbie Salt paces in tight, anxious circles. Hands shaking. Makeup smeared with sweat. </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Debbie <hr>It wasn’t my fault. He wasn’t supposed to move on her yet. I told him. I told him to wait. We were building the tension. Like a proper sequel. He just... rushed it.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> She stops. Laughs once, bitter. Almost manic. </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Debbie <hr>And now he's fucking dead. Dumbass thought he could rewrite the rules. He didn’t respect the pacing.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> She turns toward the far wall. Speaking into the dark. </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Debbie <hr>But we can still fix this. I can fix this. Sidney’s guard is down. Everyone thinks it’s over. No one suspects me. I’m clean.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> The shadows shift. A figure steps forward, slow, silent. The white mask gleams under the flickering light. </div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>You're not clean. You're sloppy. And you're done.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Debbie flinches. </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Debbie <hr>Wait. Don't do this. Please. I can still help. I just need another shot. Another chance.@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>You had your chance. You blew it. And now... you're dead weight.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> She tries to back away. Ghostface raises his gun. One hand. Steady. </div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Debbie <hr>No…@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> BLAM! </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Debbie drops like a puppet with its strings cut. Blood pools beneath her head. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Ghostface lowers the gun. Stares at the body for a moment. Silent. Then turns. And disappears back into the dark. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> [[The End???|Ending 1]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Congratulations!</strong> You’ve discovered one of the <strong>alternate endings</strong>.</div> <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 10px;">There are <strong>2 alternate endings</strong> in total, and <strong>1 true ending</strong>. Can you find them all?</div> <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 20px;">As a reward for reaching this path, here’s a bonus video:</div> <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 10px;"><video src="Videos/Bonus/1.mp4" width="800" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 20px;">If you enjoyed the experience, consider supporting the project. <div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 20px;">Didn’t love it? Let me know why. Send your feedback, report bugs, or point out any typos. It’ll help make the sequel remake even better.</div><div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 30px;">🩸 [[Play Again|Start]]</div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Hey, Randy. How’s Cici?@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>She’s good. Bit bummed she couldn’t come, but I promised I’d bring her a plate of those tiny sandwiches she’s obsessed with. Speaking of which… I’m grabbing them now before some drunk asshole takes them all.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Randy walks off. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> A few minutes later, sirens. Flashing red and blue light floods through the windows. People start pouring out of the party, confused, panicked. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/23.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>What the hell’s going on?@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>No clue. But it looks like something happened… at the other sorority house.@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Shit. I’m going to check on Cici.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> He bolts off into the night. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney turns to follow, but pauses, she forgot her jacket. She heads back inside. Just as she grabs it, the phone rings. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/25.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> She stares at it. Every part of her says don’t pick it up. But she does. </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Hello?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Hello, Sidney. Still picking up strange phones. Some habits die hard.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>You’ve got some fucking nerve.@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>I’ve got an offer.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>What kind of offer?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>A game. You win, I stop. No more calls. No more masks. No more bodies. This all ends tonight.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney’s grip tightens on the phone. </div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>And if I lose?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Then we keep going. And next time, someone you love answers the phone. So what’ll it be? Play the game… or start the bloodbath? Your move.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Does she <<link "Play the Game." "Scene 13B" >><<set $counts to 0>><</link>> or [[Refuse.|Scene 13]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Oh, fuck off. You’re just another loser in a mask, playing Ghostface like it’s some kind of cosplay. All this dramatic bullshit, it’s pathetic. You’re a fucking copycat.@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Copycat? That’s cute. You still think Billy was the beginning. You’ve never understood the real story, Sid. But don’t worry... You’re about to.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Prove it.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> A sound comes from behind her, she turns. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/26.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Thought you’d never ask.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He lunges. Sidney runs. He crashes over a chair, face-planting hard. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <img src="Images/Gifs/27.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Sidney bolts out the door. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Outside, Dewey’s already running up the steps. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/28.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Sidney! You okay?!@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>For now. He’s inside. Mask. Voice. It’s him.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Stay here. Lock the doors. I’m going in.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"> Dewey storms into the house. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Upstairs, he finds Derek, bleeding. Pale. Knife slash across his arm. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/29.gif" width="1050" height="450" /> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> Dewey helps him up and leads him outside. Together, they return to Sidney. The three of them make their way to the squad car. Then they head to the [[police station.|Scene 14]] </div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Alright, final girl, let’s play. Seven questions. Get them all right… I vanish. But if you miss even one? Let’s just say… someone’s gonna bleed. Question 1: In what movie did Jason Voorhees first wear his iconic hockey mask?@@ <<link "A) Friday the 13th Part 2" "Scene 14B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "B) Friday the 13th Part III" "Scene 14B">><<set $counts += 1>><</link>> <<link "C) Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter" "Scene 14B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "D) Friday the 13th: A New Beginning" "Scene 14B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<linkreplace "Hint for people too lazy to Google it.">> It’s Part III. The one in 3D. You know, back when throwing stuff at the screen counted as innovation. <</linkreplace>></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr> Let’s see how well you know your friends. Question 2: What is Randy's favorite scary movie?@@ <<link "A) Basic Instinct" "Scene 15B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "B) RoboCop" "Scene 15B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "C) Showgirls" "Scene 15B">><<set $counts += 1>><</link>> <<link "D) Total Recall" "Scene 15B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<linkreplace "Hint for people too lazy to Google it.">> Yes, it's "Showgirls." And yes, he was dead serious. Cinephiles are weird. <</linkreplace>></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Let’s see if you’re paying attention to the classics. Question 3: What movie was the last time Robert Englund played Freddy Krueger?@@ <<link "A) A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child" "Scene 16B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "B) Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare" "Scene 16B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "C) Wes Craven's New Nightmare" "Scene 16B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "D) Freddy vs. Jason" "Scene 16B">><<set $counts += 1>><</link>> <<linkreplace "Hint for people too lazy to Google it.">> It’s Freddy vs. Jason, his last full performance in the makeup. You know, the one where horror became a WWE match. <</linkreplace>></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr> Let’s go back to where it all began. Question 4: What horror movie was originally titled ‘The Babysitter Murders’?@@ <<link "A) Halloween" "Scene 17B">><<set $counts += 1>><</link>> <<link "B) Scream" "Scene 17B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "C) When a Stranger Calls" "Scene 17B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "D) A Nightmare on Elm Street" "Scene 17B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<linkreplace "Hint for people too lazy to Google it.">> Yep, “Halloween.” You can almost hear the studio going, “Let’s make it sound scarier… but simpler.” <</linkreplace>></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr> Space. Isolation. Silence. Question 5: Which sci-fi horror film used the tagline: “In space no one can hear you scream”?@@ <<link "A) Planet of Dinosaurs" "Scene 18B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "B) The Thing" "Scene 18B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "C) Alien" "Scene 18B">><<set $counts += 1>><</link>> <<link "D) Predator" "Scene 18B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<linkreplace "Hint for people too lazy to Google it.">> It’s Alien. The tagline’s so iconic it basically became the movie’s identity. Screaming optional. <</linkreplace>></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr> This one’s for the real freaks in the back. Question 6: Elvis Presley teams up with John F. Kennedy to fight a mummy in what movie?@@ <<link "A) Bubba Ho-Tep" "Scene 19B">><<set $counts += 1>><</link>> <<link "B) My Name Is Bruce" "Scene 19B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "C) Army of Darkness" "Scene 19B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "D) The Mummy" "Scene 19B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<linkreplace "Hint for people too lazy to Google it.">> It’s Bubba Ho-Tep. Yes, that movie exists. And yes, it’s exactly as weird and awesome as it sounds. <</linkreplace>></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr> Let’s see if you’re ready to survive… or just another scream in the dark. Final question: Actor Bela Lugosi played what famous movie monster?@@ <<link "A) Frankenstein" "Scene 20B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "B) Dracula" "Scene 20B">><<set $counts += 1>><</link>> <<link "C) The Wolfman" "Scene 20B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<link "D) The Mummy" "Scene 20B">><<set $counts += 0>><</link>> <<linkreplace "Hint for people too lazy to Google it.">> It’s Dracula. Bela Lugosi practically redefined capes and creepy stares forever. <</linkreplace>></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><<if $counts is 7>>@@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Seven for seven. Damn, Sid. You really are the final girl.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>So that’s it? You’re done?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>A deal’s a deal. No more calls. No more knives. No more me.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>How do I know you’ll actually stay gone?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>You’ll get your answer... very soon.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The line clicks. Silence. Sidney is left standing alone, uncertain… but breathing. Still alive. Still standing. </div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[The next day.|Scene 21B]]</div><<else>>@@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Tsk, tsk… and you were doing so well. I gave you a chance, Sidney. You failed. Guess we do this the old way. The way I like it. Blood and screaming.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">[[Sidney is pissed.|Scene 13]]</div><</if>></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Police swarm the Windsor apartment complex. Lights flash. Reporters crowd the edge of the tape. Inside, it's quiet now, just the cleanup of a nightmare.</div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer <hr>Two bodies. Mickey Altieri… and a woman under the alias Debbie Salt. Real name: Nancy Loomis.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">Detective <hr>Billy’s mother?@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer <hr>Confirmed. She vanished after Woodsboro, resurfaced under a fake identity. They were lovers. Coordinated everything together. Two Ghostface robes. Matching voice changers. Photos. Maps. Surveillance. It’s all here. Case is closed.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Gale Weathers reporting from the scene. This morning, police confirmed the deaths of Mickey Altieri and Debbie Salt, real name, Nancy Loomis, mother of Woodsboro killer Billy Loomis. Authorities believe the two were behind the recent campus murders. Their motive? Revenge. Obsession. Legacy. With conclusive evidence found at the scene, investigators are confident the case is closed. Windsor College can finally breathe again.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Sidney, Dewey, and Randy stand across the street, processing everything.</div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>His mom… She was here the whole time. I never even saw her.@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>And Mickey? I thought he was just a film bro with a crush. Guess I was wrong.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>They played the long game. But it's over now.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Yeah. It’s finally over.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">They turn and walk away, leaving the sirens behind.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">On the edge of the crowd, someone lingers. Alone. Watching.</div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/8.jpg" class="float-right">??? <hr>I should be getting back.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">He turns and slips into the passing crowd. No one looks twice.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[The End???|Ending 2]]</div></div>

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<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>I still can’t believe she’s gone. I should’ve listened to you.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Hey. Don’t go there. You didn’t do this. Some sick piece of shit did. Not you.@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Still… Promise me we’re gonna get this motherfucker.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>I promise. We’re gonna end this.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Two officers approach, cutting the moment short. One steps forward.</div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Andrews <hr>Ma’am. I’m Officer Andrews. This is Officer Richards. We’ll be escorting you somewhere safe.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Richards <hr>Ma’am.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Alright…@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>I’m going with her.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Andrews <hr>I’m afraid we can’t allow that. Orders are clear, it’s Sidney only.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Sid, go ahead and get your stuff. I just wanna have a quick word with these two.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Okay…@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Before Sidney heads back to the house to grab her things, she glances around and…</div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Dewey? Where’s Randy?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Bathroom, I think.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Alright. Just… tell him I said bye, okay?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>You got it.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">But Randy never went to the bathroom. He’d already slipped out, heading [[back to campus.|Scene 15]]</div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">As Randy walks across the quiet campus, his phone rings.</div> @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Yeah?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>You sound lonely, Randy. Something happen? Oh wait…@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>You sick freak. Where the hell are you?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Close. Closer than you’d like.@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Then show yourself. Or are you too chicken to face someone when it’s not pitch-black?@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>There’s really no need to get nasty, Randy.@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>Oh, spare me. You want a villain monologue? Fine. You're just another loser with a mask and mommy issues. Let me guess, trying to live up to Billy Loomis? That psycho wannabe with daddy problems? Yeah, real role model there.@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>…What did you just say?@@ @@.Randy; <img src="Images/Icons/11.jpg" class="float-right">Randy <hr>You heard me. Billy was a glorified incel who snapped 'cause his girlfriend wouldn’t put out.@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr> You know nothing about Billy. Nothing.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">A van door nearby swings open, before Randy can react, he’s yanked inside.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/30.gif" width=1050 height=450 /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Ghostface brutally stabs Randy, over and over.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/31.gif" width=1050 height=450 /></div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>He was more than you’ll ever be, you mouthy little shit.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Scenes/5.webm" width="1100" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Ghostface grabs Randy’s phone, pockets the knife, and disappears into the night.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Back to the police station.|Scene 16]]</div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;">@@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Dewey? What are you still doing out here?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Waiting on Randy. Figured he’d come back out.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>He left, like… fifteen minutes ago. You didn’t see him?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Damn it. I thought he was still in the bathroom.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Well, if you're not tied up, I was about to go dig through some old tapes. Thought I saw something earlier, but I want to double-check. You in?@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Yeah, sounds like a plan. I’ll check in with Randy later, he’s probably fine.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The two of them head off toward the media room, unaware of what’s already happened.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Back at Sidney’s.|Scene 17]]</div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Hallie pulls up with the two officers. They step out and approach Sidney.</div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Andrews <hr>Evening, ma’am. After a little discussion, we’ve agreed, Hallie can ride along with you.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Seriously? That’s great news.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Richards <hr>We’ll grab your bags. Be right back.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Wait, what about Hallie’s stuff? She didn’t have time to…@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Already handled. I told them where my go-bag was. Closet, top shelf.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Wow. That’s… actually really convenient.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The officers nod and walk off toward the dorm.</div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>How’d you manage that? Last I checked, they weren’t exactly flexible.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Let’s just say… I can be pretty convincing when I want something.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>No argument here.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Earlier at the [[police station.|Scene 18]]</div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Earlier, inside a quiet hallway at the police station.</div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Are you sure there’s nothing I can do? I just… I really need to be with my friend right now.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Richards <hr>Rules are rules.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Hallie hesitates. Then steps a little closer.</div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Rules can bend sometimes. Can’t they?@@ <div style="text-align: center;">A look passes between the two officers.</div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Andrews <hr>Maybe… there’s something we could talk about. Somewhere more private.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Hallie glances down the empty hallway. Then nods.</div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Okay.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The door closes.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">The officers slowly force Hallie down to her knees. They unzip and pull out their cocks. Without hesitation, she wraps her hands around them and takes them into her mouth, working both with desperate determination.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Sex/5.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Officer Andrews lies back on the floor. Hallie straddles him, lowering herself onto his cock, while Richards steps forward and guides himself back between her lips.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Sex/6.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Let me lie down… it'll be easier.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She stretches out on her back. The officers move over her, one sliding back into her pussy, the other feeding his cock into her waiting mouth. They thrust in rhythm, filling her completely.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Sex/7.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Richards <hr>Fuck… I'm close.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Andrews <hr>Same here.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Richards <hr>Open wide, sweetheart.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Hallie drops to her knees again. The officers stroke themselves furiously until they erupt, filling her mouth with thick spurts of cum. She holds it there, eyes locked on them, waiting for permission.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Sex/8.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>So… can I go now?@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Richards <hr>For now. But we'll be having another… “conversation” tonight.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>Of course. Anything to stay close to Sidney.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">[[Back to the present.|Scene 19]]</div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">The officers return with the bags.</div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/16.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Andrews <hr>All set?@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>As ready as we’re gonna be. I left a message for Cotton.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">They load into the patrol car and pull away. A red light. Too quiet. Ghostface explodes into view.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Scenes/6.webm" width="1100" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Officer Andrews is gone before anyone can scream. Ghostface vaults across the hood in one fluid motion. Officer Richards barely has time to react before he’s yanked from the car and thrown into traffic. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/32.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Ghostface slides into the driver’s seat. The engine revs. Officer Richards staggers back to his feet.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/33.gif" width="1000" height="450" /></div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/17.jpg" class="float-right">Officer Richards <hr>Get out of the car. NOW!@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>You girls might wanna hold on.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Ghostface slams the car into gear and floors it.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/34.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">The windshield fills with chaos, then concrete.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/35.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Silence. Smoke hisses from the hood. Ghostface lies slumped, unmoving. Sidney and Hallie scramble out of the wreck.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Scenes/7.webm" width="1100" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Officer Richards is dead. Impaled. Motionless.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Sidney grabs Hallie’s arm. They run. Halfway down the street, Sidney stops.</div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>His gun.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">She turns back. The car is empty.</div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Oh shit.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/7.jpg" class="float-right">Hallie <hr>What?@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>He’s gone.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">A shape moves behind Hallie.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/36.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Ghostface grabs her. Sidney turns just in time to hear the struggle. The knife rises.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Scenes/8.webm" width="1100" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Then silence. Sidney doesn’t look back. She runs [[back to campus.|Scene 20]]</div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Elsewhere on campus, Dewey and Gale are on their own little detour.</div> @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>I can’t believe we’re actually doing this… now of all times.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Five years, Dewey. If a masked psycho wants to ruin the mood, he can get in line. Come here.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Gale shuts the door behind them, locking it. She drops to her knees, pulling him close and taking him into her mouth, her hands steady on his hips as she works him with practiced ease. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Sex/9.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Dewey pulls her up, spins her around, and bends her over the desk. He enters her from behind in one smooth thrust, both of them letting out a shared breath as he begins to move. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Sex/10.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> <div style="text-align: center;">In the corner of her eye, Gale spots Ghostface watching them. </div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>You have got to be kidding me. You perverted son of a bitch.@@ @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Just my luck, right when things were heating up.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Ghostface backs away, hands up in mock surrender.</div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>Relax. I’ll let you finish.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">And just like that, he’s gone.</div> @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>We are not letting him get away.@@ @@.Dewey; <img src="Images/Icons/14.jpg" class="float-right">Dewey <hr>Go. I’ll be right behind you. Just… give me a second.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Gale doesn’t wait. She chases Ghostface down the hallway, through twisting corridors, until she bursts into a soundproof room. The door shuts behind her. She doesn’t hear Dewey calling out. </div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/38.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">When she finally turns, Ghostface slams into Dewey.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/39.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>You’d think he’d have learned to watch his back by now.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Before Gale can react, Ghostface is gone again. Dewey collapses.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Later, Gale staggers out into the hallway. She nearly runs straight into Cotton. He’s bloodied. Shaken.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/40.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>Gale, thank God. I was looking for Sidney. She left me a note saying she’d be near the theater department. Then I heard screaming… I found Dewey. I stopped the bleeding, but he needs help, now.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/9.jpg" class="float-right">Gale <hr>Okay. You find Sidney. I'll call for an ambulance.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>On it.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Gale heads for a phone. Cotton turns and runs toward [[the theater.|Scene 21]]</div></div>

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, Sidney slips back onto campus, drawn by a sudden noise from the theater. Inside, she finds Derek tied to a stage prop, unconscious. She slaps him awake.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/41.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">As she starts to untie him, a voice echoes from the shadows behind her.</div> @@.Ghostface; <img src="Images/Icons/4.jpg" class="float-right">Ghostface <hr>How’s it hanging, Derek?@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right">Derek <hr>It’s been a long night, Mickey.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Mickey?@@ <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/42.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>Surprise, Sidney. You just ruined my big reveal, dick.@@ @@.Gale; <img src="Images/Icons/13.jpg" class="float-right">Derek <hr>Sorry. My bad.@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>Fucking newbies.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Mickey suddenly raises his gun and shoots Derek point-blank.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Scenes/9.webm" width="1050" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>What the fuck?@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that. We didn’t need any more Ghostfaces. Two was plenty.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>There were more than just two of you?@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>Of course. How do you think we kept popping up everywhere? Somebody really wants you dead and is willing to recruit as many as it takes.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>But why me? What makes me so special?@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>Maybe our special guest can answer that.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">At that moment, Debbie Salt steps in from the wings.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/43.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Mrs. Loomis?@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>Billy’s mother.@@ <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/44.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Now I get it. Revenge for killing your son.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Loomis <hr>You’re right. My motive is simple revenge. But we all have our reasons. Just ask Mickey.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Okay, I’ll bite. What’s yours? Fame?@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>God no. It’s her. That sweet, mature psycho vibe.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Mickey drifts into a brief, lustful daydream.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Sex/11.webm" width="1100" height="600" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>You and her? I mean... she looks good now, but a few years ago?@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>It was just more to love.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>You know what? I’d rather die than keep this conversation going.@@ @@.Mickey; <img src="Images/Icons/12.jpg" class="float-right">Mickey <hr>We’d be happy to oblige.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Loomis suddenly turns on Mickey, shooting him without hesitation.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/45.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Loomis <hr>Sorry, Mickey. There can be only one.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>What the fuck is wrong with you people? You’re murderers… of course you’re insane.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Loomis <hr>We all go a little crazy sometimes. But I’ll be the last Ghostface standing.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">At that moment, Cotton bursts in holding a gun. Mrs. Loomis grabs Sidney, pressing a knife to her throat.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/46.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Loomis <hr>Nice to finally meet you, Cotton.@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>Wish I could say the same.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Loomis steps closer to Cotton, knife low, eyes locked on Sidney.</div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Loomis <hr>I still don’t get it. After what she did to you, you dated her?@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>She didn’t do anything to me. She believed what the world told her. Then she made it right. We both did.@@ @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Loomis <hr>Spare me the redemption arc. You could’ve had fame. But instead you picked the girl who wrecked your life?@@ @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>I picked the girl who gave me a second chance. That means more than any headline.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Sidney glances between them, shaken but steady.</div> @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>He’s not like you. He doesn’t kill people to feel whole.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Loomis snorts, then yanks Sidney closer, knife tightening.</div> @@.Hallie; <img src="Images/Icons/10.jpg" class="float-right">Mrs. Loomis <hr>Drop the gun, Cotton. Or she dies. Right here, right now.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">Cotton’s expression hardens, but his voice stays calm.</div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>Don’t...@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Mrs. Loomis. Please. I’m pregnant.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">The knife falters against Sidney’s neck. Mrs. Loomis freezes, stunned, just long enough.</div> <div style="text-align: center;">Cotton fires. Center mass.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Gifs/47.gif" width="1050" height="450" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">Sidney breaks free, grabs the gun and fires the final shot into her head.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><video src="Videos/Scenes/10.webm" width="1050" height="450" controls autoplay loop muted></video></div> <div style="text-align: center;">They stand breathing hard amid the silence. Sirens approach in the distance. Cotton puts a protective arm around Sidney.</div> @@.Cotton; <img src="Images/Icons/5.jpg" class="float-right">Cotton <hr>It’s over, Sid. You’re safe.@@ @@.Sidney; <img src="Images/Icons/6.jpg" class="float-right">Sidney <hr>Because of you.@@ <div style="text-align: center;">They walk out together into the flashing red and blue lights of arriving police. The nightmare ends… for now.</div> <div style="text-align: center;"><img src="Images/Random/3.jpg" width="1050" height="500" /></div> <div style="text-align: center;">[[Credits|True Ending]]</div></div>

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