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Billy Loomis, no. Now Ethan Landry, Billy Reminds himself.

Billy Loomis aka Ethan Landry. He is sitting with his friends in the small living room. Where there is a small table and a TV and sofa. Ethan looks up at Sam. The woman's body shape is slender but strong. Dangerous. Remarkable.

She is the most popular member of the team. The team is not many, but I wouldn't say it is small. They consist of,

Sam Carpenter,

Tara Carpenter,

Ethan Landry aka Billy Loomis,

Kirby Reed,

Amber Freeman, and Chad Meek's Martin.

Long name, not Ethan's business anyway. So they're like childhood friends or something. He doesn't know. Just a guess. Ethan, just joined the " friends-team-best " not long ago. If Ethan could guess he should say, Tara or Sam is the leader of this friend-team-something. Sam is a really good leader, and everyone would follow him. Except his little sister, Tara Carpenter can be a leader sometimes. Sam cool but. Behind Tara, of course.

Tara and Sam are sisters. Everyone knew that. Because they have the same name. Almost. Well, except... That they're quite similar figures. Ethan lets out a soft sigh. He doesn't want to attract the attention of others. Because he don't know when they will leave him. Because why would they want to hang out with Billy Loomis. Ethan smiles to himself. If they knew...

The others are still engrossed in the gossip conversation.

Billy wouldn't be surprised if one morning they told him they didn't want to hang out with him anymore. Because they find out who he really is. Ethan's smile quickly fades so the others don't notice. He looks around and makes sure that no one has noticed him.

Now there's something, there's a rumor that there's a "masked" killer in New York or something. Ethan doesn't want to listen because he doesn't have to. He knows who the "masked" killer is.

If only they knew.

They would surely run away. Or I'd kill him. Well. Joke. Ethan Landry is that famous killer. Um. He prefers his original name.

But he can't use it now, maybe. Maybe he'll never be able to call himself that again. By his real name. But he doesn't mind. As long as he knows, it's fine. He would always be alone anyway. No? Of course not. 

Because that's what always happens to him. No? It will always kill. He will always find friends. Then he kills them again. Like... Like... S...

He doesn't know who he wants to pronounce. But he doesn't want to think about it any further. He just wants it to be over. He just wants his memories back. To make this sadness and emptiness disappear. Ethan doesn't even realize he's crying. Until he feels two arms on his hand and feels a chest to hide in.

He doesn't even know who he is. Which is bad. Well no. Because he knows who he is, but he doesn't know how... Um.. what his old life was like.

"Are you okay?" Chad asks compassionately. He doesn't notice that other eyes are on him and there is silence in the room. Ethan just lets his tears fall. He's not speak. He does not need too. He just wants a hug right now.

Warmth.

To feel something. Ethan comments that Chad is comfortable. He doesn't care what he does. Letting himself to. He grips Chad's chest with two hands and sobs. Then and there he just wanted to cry. Shout. To scream. But he was afraid.

He was afraid that the others would catch him weird. He will be arrested and judged. All he wanted was a... Just a calm environment. His eyes hurt. But he doesn't speak. Why? He doesn't know.

All he knows is that Chad is hugging her and he sinks into the hug.

Billy doesn't want to say anything. He just wants to be left alone. But his "friends" should he call them her friends? He doesn't know. Not sure. Billy doesn't want to look long so he looks away. He looks out the small window. To see the sky.

Billy thinks. When was the last time he were free? Free as a bird? When he knew who he was. Not like now. 

Ethan feels Chad comforting him. "It's okay. It's okay Ethan. You know you can tell us anything right?" Billy just wants to laugh at this and say that this is not his real name. But he has no power. No. He has power. He just resigned himself to the fact that he might never be himself. I'm Billy but Ethan is the name I use. What irony. Ethan sighs. Tired. He feels his eyes closing. The last thing she remembers is Chad hugging her tighter.

"Is he sleeping?" Amber asks in a whisper. Chad looks at him and nods carefully. Do not wake him up. Everyone let out a breathe in relief. Since this wasn't the first time Chad had to calm down him.

The first time when this happened it was really, really bad. And by bad I mean really bad.

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He doesn't know why, but he feels useless. What are he here for? He doesn't know. All he knows is that his so-called "friends" invited him to a concert. A very. Very Loud.

Ethan didn't have time.

He didn't have time to catch his breath when his hands suddenly started shaking. No. Not now. Isn't it? Why now? Why does this have to happen now? Nothing like that has happened so far.

He's with his friends right now, At a loud concert. O. Oh. No. He need to get out.

now.

Ethan looks around but can't see because of the crowd. Of course, it is also dark in the room. He feels he's getting sick. No. No. No. Not now. Pull yourself together. Billy takes a deep breath. Well, he tried. But he couldn't take it. What? No. No no. Please? For what? Why? Help?

Ethan's legs are getting weak. Before Ethan could remember. It's already on the ground. His whole body is shaking. Not being able to breathe doesn't help either. Ethan coughs.

He tries to get air into his lungs. But he can't. Shit. Ethan is gasping for breath. But he can't. His lungs sting. Hurt. Hurt. Really hurts.

Burn.

Ethan coughs. He tries to climb, gasping for air. But it doesn't get very far. Before everything went dark.

He only felt pain, burning, stabbing. He only felt the pain. Ethan then thought it was over. But he didn't know that Chad noticed something was wrong and followed him. Chad was listening.

"No. No. No. NO! Sam! Tara help! Come here guys! Help! Ethan on the floor!" Chad shout In the room. Luckily his friends not far away and instantly got there.

"Chad what happened!?"

Tara asks as she kneels down in Ethan's side. Ched explained short and then they managed to get him to the hospital In time. 

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As Sam and Tara reminisce, they let out a small breath and look back at Ethan. Ethan has always been weird. Because he didn't talk much. He's more of the silent friend type. But that they didn't say a word about his past. For sure.

They always dropped the subject. Because maybe, maybe Ethan came from an abusive family. That's why they didn't want to broach the subject.

Don't let bad memories come to him.

After all, they cared for him. Deeply. They want Ethan to feel safe. But it's clear that he doesn't trust them. Which is painful. That their own friend doesn't trust them.

"Do you think he will ever open?" Kirby asked.

Sam and Tara looked at him. Then Chad, who was still holding the man tightly in his arms. Sam speaks. "Yes. He just needs time. We have to be calm and patient." Tara nodded. Supporting her sister.

Kirby looks at Ethan with a smile on his face. They don't know why. But they are worried for him.

The next morning the team leaves. But Ethan didn't want to go with them. That's why they left him alone.

Ethan goes to his room. Where he has his so, so beautiful, safe, calming costume. What made Ethan, no. Billy Loomis protected and safe. He only felt safe when he has that costume on him. He's touching the costume material. He's feeling it. So soft. Calming. He loved has this costume. He loved more than anything. 

When he's is done picking up the costume. He looked at himself in the mirror. The costume fits her slim figure perfectly. Ethan sighs. 

He goes out the door and down the stairs. He lives in a house with stairs. He went home last night. Because he didn't want to stay with them. 

He takes out his phone. He punches the number into the phone and dials. It rings for a few seconds until a sound is heard.

"Hello?" The woman on the other side asks. Ethan smiled behind the mask and turned on the voice changer around his neck. "Hello.." Say Ethan with the voice changing. Silence. The woman speaks again. "Yes..?"

Ethan staying silent for a moment. Then speaks.

"Who is this?" The woman on the other line doing something, he doesn't know. But it's like popcorn. Maybe.

"Who are you trying to reach?" The woman asks.

Ethan just staying silent again, until he heard the woman walking.

"What number is this?" Then Ethan asks. The woman in the other line packing. Some stuffs.

"What number are you trying to reach?" The woman asks after a minute. Ethan just staying silent and thinking. Then just says simply. "I don't know."

The woman on the other side looks like gasped or something. Then the woman said skeptically. "I think you have the wrong number."

Oh this bitch.

One wrong move and she's dead. Ethan staying silent, then speaks. "Do I?" Asking and because of his voice changer, his voice is got a little creepy.

"It happens. Take it easy."

Then the woman said and hung up. Ethan didn't needed any second. He dialed the number again.

"Hello?" On the other line the woman asked. Ethan thought it's funny she's so naive.

"Why did you hang up on me?" Ethan asks with his voice changer. Then he heard the click. She's hung up on him again. Ethan dialed the number again. But now. He was in front of the woman's house.

His precious target. "Hello?" The woman asks. Ethan just speak angrily.

"if you hang up on me I will catch you like a fish." Then on the other line the woman stopped what she's doing.

"Who is speaking?" She's asks. But there's no answer.

"The better question is, who I am speaking?" The woman on the other line. By shock. said his name. "Caroline."

Hmmm. Ethan hummed. Beautiful name for a woman. He thought.

"Well . Caroline. I'm sorry for your husband." Then Ethan heard a click again. She's hung up on him again. He's done.

Ethan grabbed his knife and went inside the house. The woman saw him sooner, so she had time to hide. Unfortunately for him, Ethan was good at finding people. But what he didn't expect when he opened the closet door, the woman with the knife stabbed him in the chest. 

Ethan immediately backed away in pain. And whimpered in pain. He just wanted to kill somebody and now he's gets killed by a fucking knife. So irony. Great.

It's hurt. Shit.

He cursed when he felt his own blood coming down from his chest. His breathing labored. What made worse the woman. Caroline called the cops. Now he's fucked up. If he's wouldn't be a fucking clumsy shit. Then he would has time to escape. Maybe if he wouldn't stabbed In chest. 

Billy groaned. How painful this can be? Thought to himself. When he heard the sirens he knew he had to do something. He couldn't be down like this. He's Ethan Landry, or Billy Loomis. He fucking won't be down by a woman named Caroline. So he did what he shouldn't. He jumped out from the window. He didn't saw the woman apartman was in the second floor. Well. Now he's dead. As he falled out he's made a note in head. Never jumping out from windows. If not necessary.

He's screamed when he felt his body hit the ground. Painfully, but he managed to stand up. "Ugh. How tf I'm going to recover from this?!" Said Billy to himself.

Then he just sighted. Okay. Needs to move fast. He started to walk. But his walking was not walking rather be limping? It's like he jumping half walking. Whatever. It's fucking hurt. And of course. The blood loss. He feels lightheaded. Not now. Great. His vision starts blurring and he's feeling weak. How tf he's survive this. Shit. He needs help. Well. It's too late.

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Billy looked around. Anyway, who would be an idiot to help a person in a costume. It wouldn't be me. Well, then he'll die, though. Maybe he's dying already? He doesn't feel it.

The taste of blood in his mouth is disgusting. He had never felt this before. Well, meaning he has seen blood. And he already felt blood in his mouth. Because he's licked off of his victims. But it's not the same.

Anyway. His own blood is too thin. And it doesn't taste good. He prefers to be able to drink other people's blood. Or lick it off. Billy is beginning to believe that something is wrong with him. But he doesn't care.

What if he's crazy? He doesn't care. If he's crazy then so be it. He won't deny it. What does he deny? Eh.

Billy looks down at his wound. Well, he should move if he don't want to die here. That's why he starts walking off the street. But it stops when he have to turn out of the street. If someone sees him like this, it's over. Ugh. His head starts to hurt, which is not a good sign.

Billy looks down at the wound again. His blood had soaked almost all of his clothes. It's a waste. What should he do? He presses his hand to the wound and feels the blood.

Fuck it.

He moans a little at the stabbing pain. It's like he's been shot. Funny. Because he was stabbed. Is this what it would feel like to be shot? Um. Maybe he'll try it later if he survives this.. shit. 

Billy falls down when a couple walks by in front of the street. Well, it's more of an alley.. whatever. Let's just get out of here then tell the others he won't able to meet them for a week? Month? Doesn't know. He think about it later. 

He sighs. It looks like the air is clean. He blows air out of his mouth when he sees no one. Well. At least he's still alive. Thinks to himself. As he looks down at the growing wound. Rather blood.

Um. It feels like being in water. Thinks to himself. His eyes begin to close, and Billy knows he shouldn't close them because he'll probably die then. But he no longer has the strength to fight. He wants to rest. Anyway, a little break won't hurt. Right? He sighs and his eyes close. His body fell to the ground.

And he falls asleep.

"So welcome to my world bitch!" Say a voice. He's more like yelling or something. Thinking Billy. Um. "Okay. Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my dream. Idiot."

The other voice. It fades away. It was as if no one was here.

When Billy wants to sit up. Suddenly an ugly, scratchy, ugly man? a burnt man in front of him.

Well, that will probably disgust billy. Or give nightmares.

Hmmm.

The man seems. He would like to kill someone. In other words, it's like he's planning a murder. Billy doesn't care. "You bitch! What did you say about me?!"

Billy turns his head to the side and stares blankly into the man's eyes. Well. It's still ugly. Ew. The man's hand, some kind of glove is on it. It's shoot towards Billy's neck. Before Billy would notice. He's already in the air. Well, this man is strong. Billy thinks.

"Say to me one more time and I'll kill you." He shouts. Billy just watches. Blink. He then he raises his eyebrows questioningly. Strange. He never met anyone this ugly. But he's familiar.. and this man is funny and childish. Billy watches the man. The man suddenly freezes, but lets Billy go.

Billy questioningly raises his arm. The man then sigh's or something like that.

"Okay kid. I know you don't remember me. But... We met. And I know you. So your real name is Billy Loomis. You are ghostface. My name is Freddy Krueger. Me and you killed together ..." The. Freddy stop's and sigh's.

"We were partners... And we did so much for each other.. I know you don't remember anything from your previous life.. but I miss you kiddo." Says Freddy the last sentence quietly. Billy just watched Freddy before nodded.

"Okay. So I knew my name. But didn't know me and you was partners?" Before billy could say any more he woke up. In the alley.

What? Oh. Okay. Right. He's bleeding. He almost forgot it. Heh.

Billy Loomis, nope. He's not gonna die. Or he is?

He feels his strength is wading. Well. Then he will die. He's tired. Really. Billy's body begins to relax. As his strength fading.

Hm.. how would I explain this that my real name was Billy Loomis and I was the ghostface all...

Before billy could finish his thoughts he heard someone called his name. Not Ethan. No. His real name. Billy Loomis. What ? Whatever.

"Billy! Where are you?" At least he's saved. Hope it's not too late for him ... Then billy closes his eyes again. And he relaxed as his body felt numb. And painless.

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When Billy woke up he felt soft under his body.

What?

Billy opened his eyes and looked around. Ah. He's in a bedroom. He thought. How he got here? Wait .. his eyes suddenly went wide open when he recalled the last memories before blacked out.

Oh shit. He's in someone's bedroom. What the fuck?! Oh shit. He looked over to search something he could defend himself if necessary.

There was only a wardrobe, and a bedside table next to the bed. And a carpet that is blue. Wow. Now as he looks around the room more closely, he sees that there are two doors. On the left is a wooden door. On the right side is a white wooden door.

Weird. He sit up. Then gasped. Oh right. He got injured. Heh.

He failed to kill the woman. Hm. 

Who would've found him? Billy is sure he was in an alleyway. So there's not much chance for him to be found, But at the same time he somehow. Someone found him. The door opened.

Billy head snapped to the door. "Oh. You awake. I thought you would sleep more." Said the man.

Billy frowned his eyebrows as he studied the man.

The man was wearing a shirt, red and green, a black hat and ... A knife gloves?

What?

"I suggest you don't remember anything much?" Said the man. Billy still looking at him with his eyes. "Well. My name is Freddy Krueger." Said Freddy while smiling. 

Billy raised his eyebrows at Freddy. He didn't said anything. He would not talk to a burned man..?

Wha- oh. OH. Jesus. It's Freddy Krueger from nightmare on Elm Street!

Billy looked shocked while looking at Freddy. "You. You are the Freddy Krueger from nightmare on Elm Street?" Asked billy, while looking at the man.

Freddy just laughed then nodded. "Yeah. At least you remember."

While Billy looked at Freddy, Freddy closed the door and walked over Billy. Then stopped in front of him.

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When billy got back to his apartment he was fucking tired. He was tired of everything. Being injured, healed, and helped by Freddy Krueger.

At least he helped him. Thought Billy.

No. Ethan.

He's Ethan when he's outside or with friends. Ethan sighed. He really needs sleep. He stopped. Wait.. he's not in his costume? Then where is the costume? Wait. What?

Ethan looked at himself. Yeah. He's not in the costume. That gives the question.

Where is his costume?!

He looked around in panic. Ethan really doesn't want to buy a new one. He liked what he had. Ethan sighed. Okay. Maybe it's in the bag? Ethan looked at the bag. Yeah.. maybe.

Ethan continue walking. Not long after, he heard someone calling his name. "Ethan?! Wait!!!!"

Oh. It's Tara.

Ethan stopped. He's looked at the woman who is now in his left side. "Hi..." Tara panting while trying to catch his breath. Ethan said a small 'hi' back to Tara. Great. This is what he needed. Companion. She surely gonna notice he's FUCKING injured.

She is always smart and really, really, great Sherlock Holmes woman version. Ugh. "So. Where were you?" Tara smiled at Ethan. Ethan didn't smiled back. Why he need to? He rolled his eyes.

"Shop" that what he really said?!

She will notice there's no. Fucking. Bag. Except the bag where his costume is. He really hopes it's there. He would murder Freddy Krueger if he stole the costume.

Ethan sighed and stopped when he arrived at a pedestrian crossing. Tara is still on his side. He really needs to learn how to act normal.

kill him.

What he fuck?! He jumped a little. Tara gave him a weird look. Great. Now she's knows something wrong. She will not gonna leave me alone. Why the fuck I am friends with them again?

kill them. 

Okay. I'm hallucinating. Great.

He shook his head. Maybe he should do what the fucking voice says. He don't care thought. 

When he's wanted to go to his house, Tara stopped him. Great. What she wants now? Ethan looked at Tara. "You know. If you needs to talk to someone I'm here for you, like Sam. You know?" Ethan needed to stop himself from killing Tara.

Right. Now.

Ethan looked at his boots and looked back at Tara. "Yeah. I really need to go. Bye" he left Tara where she stands. He doesn't care. He just wants to be left alone.

After he got home, he threw everything to the floor and started searching for his costume. He would never forgive Freddy Krueger if he stoled it. Billy smiled when he felt the material in his hands. Yeah. Its here. He sighed in relief. Now. What should he do? Trying to kill somebody else? Or that woman who got away? He doesn't - 

Kill. Tara. Carpenter.

Billy looked at the wall emotionless. Then after some second he nodded. Yes.

She deserves to die. Thought Billy didn't wanted to kill him tonight, but he's really had enough of her.

At least the voice is kind. Let's him kill someone he really wanted to. Hm. Maybe he's crazy.

He doesn't care.

He would love to kill still if he's not crazy. Still.

He doesn't know what his previous life was like. It's really annoying him to hell. Billy sighed. At least he's still Billy Loomis and Ethan Landry, no? Billy smiled. Yes. This could work. He could live like this.

Billy looked at his phone (he uses to call his victims) and calls Tara. Carpenter.

He puts the phone down on the floor while he's putting up the costume on himself. After he's done with the mask and clothes. He only needs to put the voice changer device on his neck.

The robe hides the device luckily. 

connected. 

"Hello? Hello?" Billy chuckles silently. Good.

Let's start the show. 

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Tara Carpenter is texting with her friend, Amber.

Hey Amber.

Tara sends it to Amber. Amber starts texting back.

You should come over.

Tara smiles. Starts texting while looking at the popcorn. Then sends the message.

Oh really? And do what?

Amber replied really fast. Like flash. 

Fun... stuff. :) You know girl.

Tara grins. Watching the popcorn. Then starts typing. Then smiles. She is really kind always. Amber never make to fail him. 

My Mom said I can’t leave. YOU should come over HERE.

She pauses. Then adds another message.

And do the aforementioned stuff.

A beat. The three circles, moving. She is writing back. Oh god. I was never nervous. Then, the response came.

Convince me?

On the wall, the phone vibrates. Blocked caller. Tara frowns. Ignores it. She never picked up these numbers. She doesn't want to talk to a stranger. It's night, after all. Then Tara rolled his eyes and texted.

No parents. Free dinner. Many binge watch options.

Amber’s response comes as fast as she blinks. Fast. Tara needed to blink some time before she could read the text.

Gotta do better.

Tara takes the phone, puts it under her shirt, snaps a pic. Take it bitch. 'She could've do better'. Tara starts mocking amber.

On the wall, the phone stops ringing. Tara looked back at his phone. The response text from amber is not surprising.

SOLD!

The phone on the wall rings again. Tara frowns. Who the hell wants to call him so bad? Before she can get a response from Amber, Tara texts.

Fucking landline won’t stop ringing. Robocalls.

The three dots stop moving. Tara rolled his eyes. Amber never type fast when she doesn't turned on. Then move again. Okay. Maybe she can. Not sure tho. The response is great. Really amber? Really?

I hate how they clone numbers that are close to yours to make you pick up. 

Tara rolled his eyes. Wow. I wouldn't realize this. Thank you so much amber. You're helpful.Tara writes back after some second later.

This one is a blocked number t hought. I won't pick up.

A beat. Silence. Great. Why I am alone again. I hate being alone. Then the message sent. Amber responded fast. 

Robocalls don’t use blocked numbers anymore. Probably someone calling for your mom. Pick up.

Tara exhales. Yeah. You're not helpful amber. Tara sighed. That means she should answer it. She walks over to the landline ands picks it up.

"Hello?"

A kind voice on the other end.

"Hello. Is Susan there?"

Tara rolled his eyes. Of course she would get calls like this. Great. Now I has to deal with this. She exhales. Okay you got it girl.

"Sorry, she’s not available. May I take a message?"

Tara waited. Really. She doesn't has all night. Just hurry up sir please.

"Is this her daughter?" 

Tara eyes closed. No shit Sherlock. Just tell what you want sir and leave the hell alone me.

"May I take a message?" 

Now Tara is really impatient. She's really friendly and everything, but now she doesn't want to deal with this. Just wants to has a good night and a really, really, silent night.

"Sorry, yeah, I’m a friend from her... shit."

Okay. This was really funny. I should not say it but I will.

"From her shit?"

"Um, just tell her I’m from group. I’m Charlie. She has my number."

Okay, this is really weird. This man is such a creep. Ugh. Why I had to pick up. I will murder amber for this.

"She goes to a group?"

Silence. Great. Doesn't answer. Going nuts? Oh great. I got a fucking stalker. Okay. I just deal with this shit.

"Look, I shouldn’t have... just tell her Charlie called."

Nah. It's really, really sus. Whatever, not my problem. Thought I wanna know more about this group. Shoo.

"I will do exactly that, Charlie, once you tell me what kind of group we’re talking about."

"I don’t think I can-"

It's really, really making uncomfortable. I hope he will fuck off. Still I wanna know more.

"AA? NA? If so, it’s about time-"

Shouldn't said these. Thought I don't care. I wanna know everything.

"I’m really sorry I bothered you."

"Does she talk about me in this group?"

A long beat. As tara talks, she texts Amber. Hope she will have the same feeling like I has.

Dude I think this is Mom’s new BF... 

Tara continues to ask questions in the phone. She will not stop until she knows everything.

"What does she say about me?" She said.

Amber’s responded for now. Okay. Great. Thanks amber.

Seriously???

Tara looked at the popcorn. Still not done. Freaking great. How I'm supposed to have a home made cinema.

"She loves you very much-"

Really, sus.

"What does she love about me?"

If I ask something you should answer sir.

"I don’t-"

You’re a little bit in deep shit here, Charlie, because from what I understand, anonymity is kinda the cornerstone of these bad boys, so since you’ve already screwed that particular pooch, I propose you answer my question so I don’t tell Susan you blew her Alcoholics, Narcotics, Gambling, and Kleptomaniacs Anonymous cover, deal?" Now Tara is proud of himself.

Billy Loomis or Ethan. Now Ethan was fucking shocked. What the fuck happened? Is Tara is the Tara he knows? Because the last time he checked, Tara wasn't like this. She is a shy girl. Or he thought.

Great. Still she will die Tonight. 

Ethan sighed and walked towards the door. It's locked of course. Who shouldn't lock their door, when they're home alone? Well that wouldn't be me.

Ethan exhausted of this shit. Just lets kill this woman and get the fuck away. He slept but not enough. So maybe he's gonna sleep. Really, really long. Ethan clicked his phone and the door unlocked. Easy.

He then opened softly. Doesn't wanna alert Tara he's in here. Other kills he would tell the victims he's here but now he's tired as fuck. So he would be done. Now.

He walked in the corridor, and stopped when he saw Tara texting. The phone he was talking with Tara is on the table. Of course Tara making popcorn. Is she wanted a movie night? Well too bad. She is already in a movie. A horror movie. 

Ethan took his knife out of his pocket, and he started walking towards the unsuspecting Tara. He stopped behind the girl. He raised the knife and wanted to stab Tara to death, when that bitch saw in his phone and pushed Ethan. Making him fall. Great. Clumsy as fuck. Ethan sighed and ran after Tara. She would not get away. 

Nope. Changed my mind. She would. Is she has two knife in hand? What the fuck?! Okay. Stop thinking. Ethan ran towards Tara and managed to kick her. Tara falled to the ground with Ghostface. "NO. FUCK OFF!"

Tara crawled towards the knife on the floor. Ethan caught Tara's leg and started pulling the girl with him. Tara screamed and kicked Ghostface. Ethan falled to the ground. Great. Oh fuck. Tara didn't wasted any time. She got up and ran towards the knife. Ethan got up immediately and jumped at Tara. Pulling two of them to the ground. They're now fighting.

"LEAVE THE FUCK ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE. LET ME GO"

Ghostface just hold his grip on Tara's neck.

He will choke the girl if it necessary. She randomly bited Ghostface arm. "GET THIS YOU MOTHER FUCKER"

Ow. What the fuck?! Ghostface didn't let go Tara though. Tara was FUCKING really struggling. It's tiring. Ugh.

Just die already.

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Tara and Ghostface (Billy Loomis aka Ethan Landry) "locked" eyes. Not locked, but something like that. Ghostface still held his grip at Tara's leg, she was struggling but Ghostface could handle her. For now.

"Let me go!" Tara shouted at Ghostface as she kicked him. Ghostface got surprised by her actions, and flew a little bit. Hitting the floor. The he got up and shook off himself. Tara was already crawling away. So Ghostface started walking towards her. When she tried to get up, he stabbed her in the back, with his knife, making her scream.

She kicked Ghostface again, but this time he held his place. He learn fast.

Tara was screaming in pain, and she felt her eyes watering. She didn't wanted to die. So she tried the last thing she could do. Trying to run. She got up suddenly, making Ghostface frozen in place, and she ran for her life. Ghostface recovered from the shock and went after Tara.

"Help! Help! Somebody!"

Tara screaming as she saw Ghostface behind him. No. She can't die like this. But as much Tara wanted, Ghostface was getting closer, and closer. Then suddenly out of nowhere, a car came and hit Ghostface. Making the masked killer groan in pain. When the car window was rolled down, Tara couldn't believe her eyes. It was Amber, but how?

"Sup. I'm here now. Are you okay? Whatever, let's get out from here!" She said and helped Tara into the car. Then they left.

Billy was groaning in pain, which didn't helped. He hit the asphalt and now his hands are hurt. Great. That's all he needed. Billy groaned again as he tried to get up, but failing. Then when he couldn't get up like 20th time, he stayed on the asphalt. He didn't cared to move, because he was in pain, and he knows that he got injured. Not bad, but what a car can do.

So Billy whined. He now doesn't care about his fake personality. Ethan Landry. He got bigger problem than thinking about his now personality. Uggghhhhh. How the fuck she knew he was here?!? Trying to kill Tara?!? She doesn't even texted her help or something?!?! How the fuck she - Billy squeezed his jaws together. Why..how. when. Fuck! She FUCKING gonna die. She will. He make sure of that.

Billy now, happy, but unhappy, waiting for someone to "help" him. If someone dumb enough help him up, then he could kill that person and leave. Recover, and get his injuries - 

"Billy Loomis. Looks like you're a really troubling person." Wait. Wait.. it's freddy... Then he falled asleep?!?

"No, you stupid." The. What- "I'm in your mind you idiot." Oh. Oh. That makes more sense. Wait... WAIT WHAT?!? Freddy sighted.

"I'm in your mind so I mean, I wanted to be with you because we were best friends so now we can be together forever." Billy didn't have any questions now.

So he just sighted and rolled his eyes. Can you help me? He heard freddy laughing? And then heard his voice. "Of course sweetheart.." after that billy blacked out. Everything went dark and he only heard the man laughing.