@trivialaddict: “ this is a mistake, i shouldn’t be here. ”
inbox content: scream quotes.
“hey — wait!” it’s a desperate, impulsive action; sam cuts around kirby to block the front door. looks awfully suspicious, sam. watch out, she’ll be the next one to call you the killer — it does not take sam long to step forward, allowing the blonde the same opportunity to step around her.
“kirby, it’s getting dark out there. i don’t think leaving alone is a good idea. there’s a fucking maniac on the loose — splitting up is like, the last thing we should be doing.” especially if this fucking creep wants to play by horror movie rules. two can play at that game, jackass.
❝ oh --- you have GOT to be kidding me? ❞ flippant exacerbation dripped like tangible honey from her lips. well, if honey was spiked with some sarcasm and ALL the intolerant impatience only a modern day kirby reed could deliver. she was already tenured out of this position wasn’t she? surviving her very own woodsboro teens vs. two killers who, together, couldn’t shake a singular ‘horror movie loving brain cell’ loose to come up with anything OTHER than copy-catting a couple of mentally unstable 90′s teens had this entire rebooted chapter feeling just a little more than TIRED.
hell, kirby STILL couldn’t eat nachos...or greasy mcdonald’s fries without some serious repercussions that would make any girl realize taking multiple stainless steel swathed wounds to the intestines is not her idea of a good time. so while the words had so stereotypically tumbled out of the fed-up final girl’s mouth, she ignored the obvious trope and opportunity to let in even a moment of lightheartedness amongst the heavy. kirby’d made that mistake before and it just wasn’t worth how much she really missed those fucking nachos.
implication of sam’s impulsive attempt at keeping the older woman trapped didn’t go unnoticed, though she barely let a flash of recognition cross her features. gaze resembling burnt umber locked a defiance that she noted the now mildly frantic sam might not even catch. however, kirby went ahead and did the brunette another favor by not mentioning the human blockade nor her move forward, fixing her early split second bad decision. frankly, kirby was impressed. attention to detail had never been a reed family trait but she’d learned it...and she’d learned it fast.
seeing the way sam still thought her moves through, a calculation behind the clear tragedy unfolding right in front of her told kirby that sam may just luck out and get to join herself and sid in that special little ‘members only’ club. the blonde just HATED to think what that initiation was going to look like. in fact --- she couldn’t. every fiber in her being scalded disappointment across her skin. kirby should have NEVER gotten involved in this. ❝ yeah, okay...sam? --- you DO remember i’ve been through this before right? ‘cause i actually WILL NOT be walking home alone tonight. ❞
giving the woman a casual shrug as features upturned to match the nonchalance of her words and fingers rolled back the hem of her jacket and she turned the dark glint of her conceal/carry towards the other. ❝ besides, the movie rule bullshit is JUST that. i mean --- take me for example. jill? ch--” a beat. that fucker still had phantom pains of roaring unresolved ptsd fly up her spine. ❝ charlie?...alllll of their uh -- planning and plotting and PSYCHO tendencies went completely unnoticed by me. the best fucking friend...the slow burn potential love interest? ❞
fingers, shaking and numb from every wracked nerve of this conversation overtaking old trauma and replacing with new as she backed up from sam as hand passed under nose and then through blonde tendrils, like she could ever self-soothe this fucking shit away. ❝ i was the new!-new! blonde stereotype. the one who knew everything, saw all the movies, got ALL. THE. FUCKING. QUESTIONS. RIGHT. ---- and you know what following their sick rules got me? completely god damn blindsided until seconds AFTER he slammed the knife really really hard into my stomach. ❞
❝ actually S, you know what? you wanna win this? then HERE. ❞ fumbling hands freed the gun holster from belt loop and extended the gun towards her. what sam didn’t know was that it wasn’t loaded. kirby didn’t get DUMBER throughout the years....but if sam took it and didn’t check the clip or aim it at her, kirby would consider her a non-suspect for now. yay for her. eyebrows raised as head shook expectedly. ❝ come on, FUCK the rules, FUCK whatever sick game these motherfuckers are playing and raise the stakes. ---- because, really? what deranged maniac bloodthirsty for fresh teen blood brings a knife to a gun fight, huh? ❞