pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: it all comes down to this

warnings: descriptions of violence, gore, blood (lots of it), knives, guns, swearing, scream vi spoilers, bad writing as i wrote this with a broken hand so i apologise if there is any mistakes

words: 3268

a/n: due to the original chapter nearing 8000 words, and due to your feedback, i've decided to split this into two parts, so after this there is only one more to go. i also wasn't planning on writing an epilogue, but if it's something you want, i'll write one :)

006. goo goo muck - the cramps
'you better duck, when i show up.'

"Are you sure calling Sidney was a good idea?" Tara questioned, watching as you rounded the counter to stand behind it.

"Well, I didn't tell her to come here. I just informed her about what was happening." You shrugged, picking up some old milk duds and shaking the box.

"But what if she does come here?" Tara wondered, leaning against the counter, her fingers drawing shapes in the dust.

"She won't." You said, turning to face Tara. "She needs to keep her kids safe."

"Okay, if you say so." Tara said, not fully believing you.

"What, you don't think I can handle myself?" You said, tilting your head to the side, a small smirk making its way onto your face.

"I mean, you have been stabbed twice..." Tara trailed off, a smile of her own forming.

"Okay, smartass." You chuckled, moving back round the counter to stand in front of Tara, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I'm only stating the truth." Tara replied, a small laugh bubbling from her stomach.

"Oh really?" You hummed, walking closer to her causing Tara to take a step backwards till she felt her back hit the counter.

You placed your hands on either side of her waist, pulling her close to you so your chests were touching. You leaned your head down, your lips hovered over hers, unsure, a million thoughts running around in your mind.

"I thought you were waiting for the perfect moment to kiss me." Tara teased, her lips almost touching yours.

"Who gives a shit about what I said." You whispered, your grip tightening on her waist.

You leaned down, just a little more, closing the gap between the two of you. Tara's eyes fluttered shut as your lips grazed hers, melting into the kiss. Her lips were soft against yours and when she pulled away, you found yourself leaning forwards, chasing after her for more.

"You're eager." Tara muttered, moving her hands up to your chest.

"Can you blame me?" You smiled, resting a hand up to cup her cheek.

She stared at you, her lips quirking into a small smile. When you leaned in again to kiss her, Tara felt her body erupt with butterflies.

You poured in every pent up emotion into the kiss, and she gave you everything and more back. Your brain short-circuited as her hands went around your shoulders, playing with your hair.

After a few seconds, you slowly pulled away, your noses touching as you looked into Tara's eye's deeply.

"I could kiss you forever." You whispered, your foreheads resting against each other.

"So do it." Tara replied, leaning back in.

Just as your lips were about to touch, Tara let out a loud yell. You pulled away with wide eyes, seeing a Ghostface behind her, pushing a knife into her shoulder.

"Shit, Tara!" You shouted when the masked killer pushed Tara into the counter causing her to fall to the ground.

You looked at the Ghostface with a new found anger bubbling up inside of you. They charged towards you, swiping their knife haphazardly, hoping to hit you.

Dodging another attack, you stepped back before punching the Ghostface in the jaw, sending them falling to the ground. You ran over to Tara, helping her up from the floor with a supportive hand around her waist.

The two of you rushed towards a door when Sam and Chad came bursting through, startling you both.

"Come on!" Sam yelled, eyeing the Ghostface on the ground, helping you pull Tara out of the room.

Chad closed the door behind you, running back into the main theatre. The four of you stopped, looking around trying to find a way out.

"It's Kirby," Sam spoke up, "she's the killer."

"No shit!" Chad yelled, going to run out of the theatre.

"That's locked!"

"Fuck!" He exclaimed before running back to you, Tara and Sam.

"She made this whole theatre a kill box for us." Sam said, disbelief in her voice.

"Hey, how about that? There's an exit door! Maybe it leads to the roof or something" Tara said, pointing up, causing everyone to follow her finger.

"There's only one way to find out." You shrugged, looking back at Tara.

You each ran towards a ladder, but you spotted the Ghostface running towards you out of the corner of your eye. You pulled Tara behind you as the Ghostface jumped off the stage, landing in front of you.

The Ghostface swiped their knife at Sam, the woman dodging the attack. Chad tackled the masked killer to the ground, quickly getting up, grabbing a camera from a table and swung it at their face.

"Smile for the camera, mother fucker!" Chad knocked the Ghostface down and followed as You, Sam and Tara ran onto the stage to find another way out.

"Over there!" You pointed out, seeing a hallway.

Sam nodded, taking the lead as you all ran through the hallway, the Ghostface hot on your tail. Tara yelled when she bumped into the wall, trying to run as fast as she could.

Chad threw the camera he was still holding back at the Ghostface, slowing them down slightly. You had done a full circle and you were back in the room you and Tara were in together.

You waited for Chad to run past you, pushing a popcorn machine over to stop the Ghostface. Standing face to face you waited for the Ghostface to make the first move.

They tried to stab you with their knife but you dodged it, stepping back as you calculated their next move. Sam and Tara took a hold of the Ghostface's arms, pulling them away from you.

Chad ran forward and punched the masked killer, sending them to the ground once again. Tara kicked them in their face, making sure they wouldn't get up.

"Tara, come on." You pleaded, taking a hold of her hand and pulling her away.

You walked back to Sam when Chad picked up a small bubblegum machine, stalking over to the Ghostface, going to throw the machine down.

When Chad went to throw the machine another Ghostface came up behind him and stabbed him in the back. Chad let out a scream causing everyone's heads to snap towards him.

Tara gasped, going to help him, but you held her back by the waist. The Ghostface on the floor got up and started to stab Chad in the stomach too, the boy telling you three to go.

"No!" Tara shouted, fighting against your grip.

You watched as the two Ghostface's pushed Chad's body to the ground. The two killers stood beside each other, swiping their knives at the same time, getting rid of Chad's blood.

"Go!" You said, handing Tara over to Sam as you pushed the sisters towards the door.

"No, y/n!" Tara screamed, watching helplessly as she was pulled back by her sister.

You gave the younger Carpenter one last look before you closed the door and faced both the Ghostfaces.

"Hello, fellas." You said, waving your hand.

They looked at each other before looking back at you. One of them walked back, exiting the room as another stalked towards you.

You held your ground, watching as they got closer and closer but they walked past you, exiting through the same door Sam and Tara exited only a few moments ago.

"What the fuck?" You whispered to yourself.

Sam and Tara tried to get away, heading onto the stage when a Ghostface appeared, jumping down, pointing their knife towards the sisters.

The two turned around to go the other way but the other Ghostface blocked them, moving their knife from side to side as a way of saying 'no', the two killers blocking them from going anywhere.

Sam took a hold of two bricks, handing one to Tara and keeping the other to herself. They stood, watching as the Ghostface's made their way closer to them, the sisters tightening their grip on the bricks.

"Sam." Tara sobbed, looking around frantically.

"Ready?" Sam asked Tara but she didn't get a response. Sam turned around to face her sister, taking a hold of her shoulder gently. "I need you to be ready. Are you ready?"

"I'm ready." Tara nodded, closing her eyes for a moment before turning around to look at a Ghostface with her sister doing the same thing.

The two sisters took deep breaths in, calming their nerves before putting on their game faces.

"Come on, mother fucker!" Tara shouted.

As the Ghostface's were about to attack them a gunshot rang out in the theatre causing them to scatter away. Tara and Sam ducked, covering their heads.

The two thought they were alone when they heard footsteps coming from the stage. Kirby appeared looking rugged as she held her gun in her hand.

"It's okay!" Kirby reassured, walking down the steps to Sam and Tara.

"Stay the fuck back!" Sam warned, pulling Tara behind her.

"We know it's you, Kirby." Tara said, taking a step forward.

Kirby shook her head as she limped forward, pointing to the stage as she tried to not let the tears fall.

"One of them knocked me out."

"Kirby, stop!" A voice shouted, causing Sam and Tara to turn around to see Bailey, his gun raised at Kirby. "Get away from them."

"What are you doing?" Kirby asked the man, pointing her own gun at him.

"Did you kill Quinn? Did you kill my daughter?"

"Jesus Christ! Whatever he has been saying to you, don't listen to him. He's probably the killer!" Kirby muttered before pointing her gun behind him, seeing the Ghostfaces reappear. "Behind you!"

Bailey didn't look all that surprised and he pulled the trigger, shooting Kirby in the stomach. Sam and Tara watched as she fell to the floor, their mouths dropped open in shock.

Bailey smirked, the two Ghostfaces coming to a halt behind him.

"Great job, both of you."

"You?!" Tara gasped, looking at the man.

"Eh, of course me." Bailey replied, tilting his head as he looked at the two sisters. "Frankly, I expected more from the two of you after what you did to us!"

"What do you mean 'us'?" Tara asked, confusion written on her features.

The taller Ghostface took a hold of their mask, pulling it over their head, revealing themself.

"Mindy was right." Ethan laughed, a manic smile on his face. "It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad! Fuck, it felt good to kill him!"

Ethan held up his mask beside him, tapping his knife against it as he looked at Sam.

"This was your grandmother's Sam, Nancy Loomis. It really runs in the fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family..."

"Wait for it." Bailey smirked, bouncing on his feet.

"My name's not Ethan Landry!" He laughed, looking over at the man beside him. "Isn't it, dad?"

"Dad?" Tara questioned.

"Wait, if it's you two, then that just leaves... Mindy?" Sam wondered, looking at the second Ghostface.

They grabbed their mask, slowly pulling it off to reveal themself.

"Hey, roomies." Quinn smirked. "Didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"Yeah because you died!" Tara exclaimed.

"I kinda didn't." Quinn shrugged. "Though it was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stabbed Gale Weathers, and y/n, and stabbed Mindy on the train. That sort of thing."

"Yeah. I just made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with the fresh one. A little fake blood and prosthetics, you'd be amazed at what a grieving father could get away with..."

Sam and Tara looked at the Man with shock and hatred but their gaze soon turned onto something moving behind the three.

"Oh and one more thing."

Another Ghostface came out from the shadows and stood behind him. The two sisters soon realised who that person could be.

"Y/n." Tara whispered out, heart breaking as she looked at you.

"What?" Bailey questioned, tilting his head to the side.

"Boo!" You said, from behind them. Quinn, Ethan and Bailey jumped out of their skins, turning around to face you.

You swung a knife at Quinn, slicing her arm causing her to real back in pain. You kicked Bailey in the chest and he fell to the ground, not getting up as he looked at you in shock.

Ethan threw a punch towards your cheek but you took a hold of his arm, twisting it till you heard a loud pop, the boy letting out a scream of agony before kicking him to the floor too.

Your chest heaved up and down, when you took off the Ghostface mask. You looked up at Sam and Tara and when you were about to walk towards them you heard a laugh along with slow claps coming from behind you.

"Well, well, well. Look at my baby sister following in my footsteps."

"Wha- what are you-? But-" You stuttered, turning around to find the source of the voice.

"You're all grown up." They said, finally coming out of the shadows to reveal themself.

"Jill." You gulped, watching as she walked closer to you.

Everyone else stopped to look at you. Tara and Sam held expressions of confusion and sadness whilst Ethan, Quinn and Bailey had looks of mischief and glee.

"I never thought I'd see the day."

"What the fuck?!" You finally managed to spit out, backing up from the woman only to come in contact with Ethan's chest, the boy holding you still as Jill continued to walk towards you.

"Surprise, y/n." Ethan whispered in your ear, tightening his grip on you.

"What a lovely family reunion." Bailey chuckled as he got up from off the floor, making his way over to you.

"Get away from them!" Tara shouted, trying to get to you but Sam held her back.

"How?" You questioned, looking at Jill. "Sidney shot you. She killed you!"

"I guess I'm in the clear." Jill shrugged, stepping closer so she was only a few millimetres away.

"Mhm, great." You said through gritted teeth.

"Oh come on, y/n. That's no way to greet your sister after a decade." Jill said, pouting as she lifted a hand to touch your shoulder.

"You are not my sister." You said, hardening your grip on the knife in your hand.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Jill shook her head, her gaze tilting to the knife.

"Do what?" You asked, faking innocence, your knuckles turning white as your grip tightened.

"I think you forgot who I am." Jill said, her hand shooting out to your forearm. "You're not going to get away this time."

Jill pulled you from Ethan's hold, tugging you so your back was against her front. She took the knife from your hand and held it against your throat.

"One sudden movement and I slit your throat." Jill whispered in your ear, pressing the knife harder against your neck, not enough to draw blood but enough to halt your breathing.

"Now I wonder why Sidney was the favourite." You muttered sarcastically.

"Watch your mouth." Jill said harshly, nicking your neck as a warning.

"Where were we?" Bailey asked rhetorically. "Oh yes..."

"I got Stu Macher's mask." Quinn said as she moved around the theatre and over to the mannequins. "He was my favourite."

Ethan placed the mask he had been wearing on a mannequin. "That's number three." Bailey explained, holding up three fingers as he slowly made his way towards Sam and Tara, sparing a glance at Quinn who placed her mask down as well. "That's two."

"Which leaves your fathers." Bailey said, pulling out Billy's mask from his bullet proof vest. "This is what we've been counting down to, Sam. I'm gonna need you to put it on."

Bailey held out the mask to Sam, slowly making his way towards her.

"Fuck you!" Sam exclaimed, slapping the mask out of his hands.

Ethan leaned over and swiped his knife at Sam's arm, creating a large gash where blood immediately poured out.

"Ooh." Ethan taunted as he heard his dad laugh at his action.

"You stay the fuck away from her!" Tara sneered, placing a protective arm around her sister.

"What- what is this?" Sam questioned, looking back to Bailey. "You did this as a family?"

"Oh yeah, bitch. You should know better than anyone." Quinn responded angrily, walking closer to the two girls, standing next to her brother.

"They're still not getting it." Ethan chuckled.

"Look, I don't know what you believe. But I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro, it wasn't me."

"Oh we know that." Bailey scoffed. "Of course you didn't, what d'you think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on, who do you think started the rumours about you in the first place?"

"You know how easy it was to turn Sam, from the hero of Woodsboro, into the villain." Quinn said, raising her knife. "How easy it is to convince the world to believe the worst in people, rather than the best."

"Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days." Ethan spoke up, going into further detail. "You have to assassinate their character first, so when dad here discovers your horribly mutilated bodies, posed with Sam wearing her fathers mask. He'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet that you're the real Ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands."

"Exactly, that's why it's a perfect alibi and all the best lies are based on the truth." Bailey said, pointing at Sam. "You're the killer, just like your father."

"No I'm not!" Sam shouted, her voice breaking with anger.

"Yes you are, you mother fucker!" Quinn yelled, anger pouring out of her. "You killed our brother."

"What are you talking about?"

"You said your brother died in a car accident." Tara pointed out.

"No, no, no you sweet dumb thing." Ethan said lowly. "He died in woodsboro, in the hands of your bitch sister."

"You're Richie's family." You said, as it all finally clicked inside your head.

"Well done." Jill chuckled, moving the knife up from your neck to trace the side of your face. "I always thought I had the brains in the family."

"I'm not nine anymore, Jill." You scoffed, moving your head away from the knife.

"What did I say, hmm? Shut. Your. Mouth." Jill tutted, adding a little pressure to the knife, cutting along the side of your face.

You let out a toe curling scream, the pain being unbearable but Jill just laughed, enjoying the way you squirmed in her arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jill said condescendingly, "did I hurt you?"

You didn't respond, gritting your teeth as you created a fist with your hands, trying to push through the pain.

"I asked you a question!" Jill snapped, creating another cut through your eyebrow.

"Stop!" Tara shouted, watching as you shook in Jill's arms, tears welling up in your eyes, immediately feeling as if you were nine again.

"What was that?" Jill questioned, tapping the knife to the back of her ear, acting as if she couldn't hear. "Keep going? Well, if you say so."

"She said stop." Someone said but it wasn't from anyone you could see.

Jill turned her head around, her grip on you faltering as she saw who the voice came from. You stumbled out of Jill's arms and looked in the same direction as her.

"Sid." You said breathlessly, looking at the woman in shock.