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"Aww, got a soft spot for those long-dead killers?"

"Shut the fuck up, and no, I don't."

You were already frustrated with the copycat, to begin with, but now bringing up your brother and father of your daughter, you were even more pissed off. 

"Seems like you do, Y/N. You're mine, so forget about them."

"Oooh, kinky. I hate it."

"I can give you what you want."

"I thought you were a killer, guess not, pussy."

"Don't underestimate me, Y/n. Or you'll be six feet under."

You simply hung up, he took too much of your precious time, after all, this copycat didn't scare you at all. Well, he sort of did, but you weren't letting him see that fear. Whatever his intention was, it wasn't to kill you.

You knew that.

What was with you being an obsession? First Billy and now this stupid bastard. You were already taken, so it would be quite stupid of that killer to think you still loved Billy, the guy who murdered Tatum and so many people. 

The phone rang again but you recognized the ID as Randy, so you picked up. "Hey Randy, You spoke.

"Hey y/n, is everything okay?"

"No, The copycat called me again, only, his intentions seem sexual."

"What the fuck?"

"I know, I hung up though. Not letting him do that. What are you doing, Randy?" 

"Watching your favorite horror movie, Halloween."

"Why?"

"Reminds me of you."

"Aww, that's sweet Randy. I love you, i should get going."

"i love you too, y/n. get some good sleep."

You laugh, then end the call, Randy was so sweet and caring despite being obnoxious at some points you still loved him. And hey, at least that dumb copycat wasn't calling, you, right? You had to be positive about everything.

Of course, at that second the phone rang again. The ID didn't belong to Randy so automatically, you knew who it was. You sigh and took a few more big breaths before answering.

"Hello?"

"Why'd you hang up on me, Y/N? I just want to talk."

"No, you bastard. You're nothing but a wannabe Ghostface, got it?"

"Guess my favorite scary movie."

"you probably like a stupid horror movie, like Jaws."

"Jaws is a classic, but no."

"Hm, then I'm going to say, Alien."

"Bingo, the best horror movie in my opinion."

"Nah, it sucks."

You couldn't believe yourself, chatting with the off-brand Ghostface, but you knew you had to. Maybe you could get him to spare his upcoming victims on his plan, or piss him off, either one would be good for you.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"Okay buddy, you must be a dumbass. I've already told you."

"Come on, Y/N, you want me to attack you again, don't you? Leave a scar so you know you're mine."

"I'm not yours. I don't belong to anybody. I'm taken, okay?"

"Oh, Randy's going to be dead meat soon, literally."

Then, the signal went dead and the call ended. You needed to make sure Randy was okay, so you drove over to his place. He stayed in an apartment rather than a dorm. "Randy! Open up! You mutter, seeing him there.

"Y/N, what's going on? It's late at night, Randy asks, rubbing his eyes. "The copycat, he says you'll be next, You sob, hugging him. "I'm not going to die, He whispers, lifting your chin with his finger,"I promise. I love you."

You peck him on the lips, then softly smile."I love you too, Randy. Could I stay with you tonight?" "Sure, I've got an extra bedroom, He replies. "Oh, okay, You respond, entering that extra bedroom as Randy locks his apartment door.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Randy." 

You were in pajamas and got under the covers, you were lucky he had a guest bedroom, you two could've shared a bed, and maybe you should. As you closed your eyes, you immediately had a nightmare.

"No! You yell, seeing Randy enter the room."(Y/N), what happened?" "Nightmare.. You admit."Mind if I sleep in your room?" He shakes his head."Come in. It'll be alright, okay?" You nod, stepping in his bed, as he goes on the other end.

You smile, then scoot closer to him, eventually beginning to cuddle. He smiles, then you yawn." this is nice." "I agree, he hums, then you close your eyes, falling asleep in comfort. 

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You left Randy's place and drove back. Sidney was there since it was a casual Saturday. You already visited your parents last weekend so you wanted a weekend off from that. You missed Cordelia deeply, though.

"(Y/n), where were you? She asks, jokingly smirking. You chuckle."At Randy's. I got another call and this time, he made a death threat to Randy, made sure he was okay and stuff." "That's good, Sidney responds."That copycat won't stop, will he?"

you shrug." I guess not." You stare at the photo of your friends at the beach, of course, You took the photo despite being in it. It wasn't recent, it was in your sophomore year of high school, and everyone still looked so young. 

Tatum was experimenting with her style, which would become her signature look. One thing she did was constantly dye her hair, you didn't mind, you did that occasionally but preferred h/c hair. 

Everyone was eating ice cream at the beach in that photo, you remembered it as if it was yesterday. "Whatchya looking at? Sidney asked, before frowning at that photo."I miss those times."

"Me too, especially Tatum."

Sidney sat next to you, placing her head on your shoulder."I'm sure she's in a better place, maybe watching over us or something." You chuckle."You know I've never been religious, Sid." "I know, trying to think positive isn't easy, She giggled.

You did think about that for a moment, Tatum could be in a better, peaceful place. As well as Steve and Casey, those other victims too. You hoped That copycat would rot in hell along with Billy and Stu.

God, you were becoming psycho just thinking about it.

If there was one positive thing about the experience, it would be your daughter. She was the best thing that had ever happened to you, and because of her, you had the will to live and motivation for a lot of things.

"I bet you'll get another call tonight."

"I doubt so, he's a pussy."