red right hand
pairing: (kinda) ghostface ethan landry x gn reader, slight chad meeks-martin x gn reader
synopsis: the one where an oblivious y/n receives a call from ghostface. of course, chaos, fighting, and bloodshed ensues.
a/n: this one is obviously very inspired by casey becker, cici cooper, and tara carpenter’s various phone call sequences with ghostface throughout the franchise. does involve a good bit of violence and also the reader kinda being an idiot !
wc: 2.2k
it’s late and you’re in your new york city apartment, getting ready for a chill night in while your roommate, anika, is at her girlfriend, mindy’s apartment for date night. you had tried to make plans with your friend, ethan, but to nobody’s surprise he was spending the night studying. chad, like ethan, was also busy but instead with football practice, but he said he’d call you later. tara and sam were making dinner just the two of them. so, there you were, left all on your own, and bored out of your mind.
you’re about to settle onto the sofa for the night, thinking you could probably fit in a movie before chad calls, when the landline rings in the kitchen. you contemplate answering it, finding it odd that someone would be calling at this hour, but curiosity bests your doubts and you pick it up anyway.
“hello, y/n speaking.” you answer with a neutral tone.
“hello.” a raspy voice whispers back from the other end of the line. sounds kinda sexy, you think to yourself.
“who is this?” you ask.
“who’s this?” the voice repeats back to you.
“you called me.” you say with a slight laugh.
“i suppose so. what are you doing currently?” the voice questions, still at a whisper. you debate on whether or not to answer, but think to yourself that you’ve got nothing else to entertain you. could it hurt? no.
“i was just about to watch a movie. you?”
“me too. i was about to watch a scary movie. do you like scary movies?” the voice asks.
“yes, i do! in fact, i was about to do the same. it’s like we’re all synced up.” you laugh.
“what’s your favourite scary movie?”
“well, certainly not stab. the first few were good, but the series went to shit after stab 4. i quite like the halloween franchise. big fan of the strangers as well. how about you, mystery man?” you answer, an inquisitive tone in your voice.
“more of a friday the 13th man, myself. although, i do quite enjoy the stab movies. i guess they hit close to home.” he responds.
“oh, are you from woodsboro? that’s cool, i’ve got a couple of friends from there.”
“not woodsboro, but near enough. what scary movie are you about to watch?”
“i was thinking a classic. maybe texas chainsaw massacre or the original halloween. something along those lines.” you explain.
“laurie strode always made a great final girl, it’s a shame her friends had to die first.” something was starting to feel off, but you couldn’t put your finger on it just yet. so, like any stupid person would, you stayed on the phone. “what about you? do you think you can make it to the finale, or are you a victim of the villain? a traumatised hero or a body in the third act bloodbath?”
“i think i’m survivor material. i’ve got enough brains on me, i feel. either that or i’d be the iconic killer.” you laugh.
“hmm, interesting. i pinned you more as the cici cooper type.”
“cici cooper?”
“stab 2. she answers the phone while home alone, only to become a victim of ghostface.”
you let out a light laugh, starting to feel slightly uncomfortable.
“only joking, of course. i think you’ve got the guts and bravado to be a leading character, a nancy thompson, sally hardesty. maybe even a sidney prescott.”
“aw, are you flirting with me, mystery man?” you tease.
“maybe, maybe not. would you like it if i was flirting with you?”
“i mean, i don’t think i’d mind. if your looks match up with the appeal of your voice then i’d be more than interested.” you say boldly, the confidence of not being face-to-face egging you on.
the voice chuckles. “so, you’re a fan of my voice?”
“yeah. got a sexy aura to it, totally my thing.” you continue, playing with a knife from your block while standing in the kitchen.
“do you happen to be in a relationship?”
you debate how to respond. you weren’t, but you’d also be lying if you didn’t acknowledge that you and chad had some sort of thing going. but you guys weren’t officially together, and probably wouldn’t ever be. again, could it really hurt?
“nope. never too late to change that, though.”
“sounds interesting. maybe we should plan a date.” the voice replies.
“ooh, that’d be fun. i always wanted to do blind dating.” you say, a smirk crawling across your face.
“what about tonight?”
“bit late, is it not? it’s like, 9:30.”
“well, you look stunning tonight, though i’d maybe have worn some more red. thought i might as well ask.”
“oh, thank you-“ you cut yourself off, having processed what was just said to you. “wait, how do you know what i’m wearing?”
“what was your name again?” the voice asks you.
“why?” you ask, fear starting to creep into your voice.
“i wanna know who’s apartment i’m in.”
you feel your skin crawl and a cold shiver shoot up your spine as soon as those words enter your ear.
“that’s not fucking funny. i’m hanging up now-“ you say, your voice trembling with fright at this stage.
“hang up and i’ll carve you like a fucking pumpkin!” the voice says, still in a whisper-like yell.
“good one, with halloween coming up and all. screw you.” you say, feigning confidence.
“nice comeback, y/n. maybe i’ll spare you and wait for anika to come home, and gut her in the middle of your living room. maybe i’ll find chad on his way home from practice and make a spectacle of him on the football field.” you pull out your phone and start messaging your group chat with tara, chad, ethan, mindy, and anika, warning them that someone is making threats. “maybe i’ll make a surprise appearance for tara and sam. or maybe i’ll crash ethan’s night in.”
“if you hurt them i’ll-“
“you’ll what, y/n? hurt me? punish me? kill me? you won’t do any of that, because you’re in my scary movie now, y/n.”
“you’re a fucking psycho. i don’t know if this is some sick fucking joke of yours, but either way you are disgusting.”
“the only disgusting thing tonight will be when anika returns home to find your intestines spilled across the floor and your blood splattered on the walls, y/n.”
“fuck you!” you yell through the phone at this lunatic.
“no, fuck you, y/n! it’s people like you who deserve to die. ready to whore yourself out to some stranger on a whim all because you were bored on a night in.”
“you piece of shit. go fuck yourself.” you say before finally hanging up. that was it, you were leaving. whether it was some stupid fucker joking around or an actual murderer, you weren’t going to stick around and find out. you stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife before making your way to the front door.
as soon as you turn the corner to the hallway, you see a shadowy figure standing there. you let out a gasp, notifying the figure of your presence. he turns around, showing you his ghostface mask, and you let out a scream. he tilts his head at you.
you’re frozen with fear until your instincts kick in. you hold up your knife, “stay the fuck back!”
“come on, y/n. i thought we were going on a date.” ghostface says, beginning to eerily step towards you.
“i’m serious! i will use this fucking knife!” you yell at the masked intruder.
“why don’t you put the knife down and come give me a kiss.”
he charges at you and before you can use your knife, he grabs your wrist and stabs you in the shoulder. you let out a blood-curdling screech before using your other arm to punch him across the face.
you start to run, but ghostface isn’t far behind at all. he stalks you, knife in hand. he lunges at you, but you duck out of the way and go behind the dinner table. you were truly fucked now, stuck between the table and the wall.
“i knew you would look good with a little more red.” ghostface says as you look on, petrified.
“fuck you.” you respond.
you make a run for the side of the table, but ghostface makes it before you do and slashes you across your arm. you retreat back behind the table, but now use all of your remaining strength to shove the table into ghostface, knocking him to the floor. you take your chance and sprint to the bathroom, locking yourself in.
you lean against the door, sliding down it until you reach the floor, letting out sobs of agony and fear. you were losing blood. a lot of it. what once was a white t-shirt was now almost all stained is a deep red, and your arm was covered in streaks of blood too. how long had he been in your apartment? had he been watching you all night? you frantically send messages to your friends, knowing that mindy’s place and where chad was doing practice are only five minutes away from you and anika’s place. just as your plead for help is delivered to your friends, your phone rings.
unknown number.
you pick up.
“leave me alone!” you desperately scream into your phone. you were an innocent. you’re not from woodsboro, you just happen to be friends with some people who are.
“not just yet, y/n. our date night isn’t quite finished.” ghostface replies.
“why are you doing this?!”
“your woodsboro friends deserve punishment.”
“i didn’t do anything! leave me out of whatever sick vendetta you have, you motherfucker!”
that’s when your neighbour knocked on your door.
“hey, i heard screaming, everything alright in there?” you hear his voice, muffled through the walls, shouting out for you.
“maybe i’ll send my message through him instead.” ghostface threatens.
“no, no, don’t hurt him! you don’t need to hurt him!” you plead with the killer, not wanting any more blood to be spilled.
“too late. i’ve already made my mind up.”
you quickly unlock the bathroom door and sprint out, reaching the hallway to your front door. ghostface opens it and drags your neighbour inside, slamming the door behind him.
ghostface covers your neighbour’s mouth before slitting his throat and throwing him the floor.
you let out a mixture of a sob and a scream before ghostface runs at you, tackling you into the armchair behind you and sending you both to the hardwood floor.
you get to your feet as quick as possible, but so does ghostface. he grabs you and then chucks you onto your glass coffee table, making you crash into it. you lay in the shattered and jagged glass around you as ghostface looms over you. ghostface stabs you in your calf, but your instinct comes in as you utilise your other leg to kick his arm away and then send another boot to his stomach.
you haphazardly pull yourself to your feet and pick up a vase, chucking it at ghostface before standing in front of your dining table. the vase seems to barely do anything, and ghostface just sprints up to your couch and uses it as a launch point to jump on you.
however, at the last possible moment, you throw yourself to the ground, allowing ghostface to smash through the table. ghostface lie: there lifeless down the middle of the split wooden table, and you know the best thing to do now is run.
the adrenaline is starting to wear off as you once more drag yourself to your feet, in constant agony from the pain induced by the stab wounds in your leg, shoulder, arm, and all the shards of glass stuck in your back. you stumble down the hallway, but trip over your neighbours body. again, you struggle to get back up. but you do so, feeling your calf sear with pain, pushing through it and getting to the door. you unlock it, and take a step outside, seeing anika, mindy, and chad turning at the end of your hall, relief filling you. your nightmare was over.
but suddenly you’re dragged back into the apartment.
the door is locked again.
and you’re being pinned against the wall.
you shriek as the knife enters your stomach, trying to shove ghostface off, but he slams you against the wall again and then chucks you to the floor. you hear your friends slamming against your door, and frantic shouting between them about anika finding her keys.
all this while ghostface gets on top of you, and begins stabbing again. brutal stabs to your midsection, the only noise your mind can focus on being the knife entering and exiting you and the squelch of blood. you let out ferocious and terrifying screeches, but to no avail.
then it all stops. you can’t feel anymore of the pain as ghostface stands and wipes the blood from his knife, giving himself a red right hand before he makes a beeline for the window, heading out the fire escape.
the door crashes down, and your friends rush straight to you. you can see their worried facial expressions and hear their rushed words, but none of it is registering.
chad begins to carry you out as you feel the blood starting to reach your mouth, coughing it up. you think anika is on the phone to the 911, but you’re not sure. she’s in tears, screaming about needing help while mindy runs ahead. the last thing you see before it all goes black is chad’s face, hearing him trail off with reassurance, “it’s all gonna be fine, we’re gonna get you help. you’re fine, we’re fine…”
and then it’s over.
a/n: i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoyed reading it too! thinking of maybe making a part two to this where the reader survives, but i also think it does well as a stand-alone where the reader dies. the violence was so much fun to write, i can’t wait to write ghostface again !
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