"what kind of game, you sick fuck?" you asked as you held the bat that lied under your bed

"" they said

"so ask" you said

"" they asked

those words made you smile, randy would have to try better than that

"wow, randy, i was almost concerned for my safety" you laughed as you leaned the bat against your bedroom wall and started to text 911 saying it was a false alarm

"" they continued to ask

"i feel really betrayed right now" you put your hand on your chest, "you know, if you wanna scare me more, you should've just skipped the scary movie genre" you said

"" the voice got angry

"you can talk normally randy, i caught you" you laughed

"" the voice yelled

you froze, this wasn't randy

"" they laughed, "" they asked

"fuck you, you son of a bitch" you said before hanging up

that's when your room door swung open and the same figure from the bathroom charged at you again

they tackled you to the ground and you tried your hardest to get the knife away from your stomach, you looked at something behind the killer which caused them to look too

that's when you kicked their private part and ran downstairs as they groaned in pain, "fucking dumbass!" you yelled before trying to open your front door

the locks were all unlocked but you couldn't open the door, it was as if someone held it to prevent you from escaping

"you've gotta be fucking kidding me" you said as the figure ran downstairs to charge for you again

you slid passed them again before running back up to your room, locking the door and opening your closet door, "thank god for sidney" you whispered as you quickly dialed 911

that's when you heard a bang at your window, you quickly turned your head to see the killer waving at you, "fuck you" you said before running back downstairs

you could finally open the door but when you did you seen the mask the killer had on causing you to scream

dewey screamed with you as he held the mask to his face

"sorry, i found this. cmon" dewey grabbed your hand before rushing you over to the ambulance truck so the cops could search your house

you sat next to an EMT while they wrapped your hand when you seen tatums car pull up, "oh my god. y/n!" tatum called as she ran to you

"you okay?" tate asked after she carefully embraced you in a hug, all you could do was nod, "well, you're not staying here by yourself anymore, okay? you can stay at my place until your parents get back" tatum said and by the way she said it, it wasn't up for debate

you just nodded once more as dewey came over to you both

"you can't be here, it's an official crime scene" dewey told his little sister, "i'm taking her home, she's staying with us" tatum said as she wrapped you in her coat

"does mom know?" dewey quietly asked, "she will when i get home, and i'm sure she'll understand when she finds out why" tate told her brother before slowly helping you up

"not yet, we gotta take her to the station for questioning" dewey told tate

tate looked at you to make sure you were okay with that, when you nodded she slowly sat you in the backseat of deweys cop car

"i'll be right behind you guys" tatum told you, "okay" you quietly responded, tate sadly smiled at you before closing the door gently

dewey rushed to the car as gale showed up to your house

"i don't want my house all over the news, dewey" you said as you watched your house be filmed like some kind of solar eclipse

"i know, y/n. but, there's nothing we can do, especially with gale weathers" dewey said, you just sighed as your house started to disappear in the distance