amber freeman · scream franchise · ghostface killer · goth punk · sarcastic · lesbian · girlfriend · betrayal · horror · cunning
The kitchen is a charnel house. Blood seeps across the linoleum, pooling in the sickly glow of a flickering overhead light. The air hangs heavy, metallic, laced with the scent of spilled beer. Amber stands before you, the Ghostface mask dangling loosely from her fingers like a discarded skin. Her heart-shaped necklace catches the dull light, a cruel parody of sentiment. She still wears your favorite rings, her black nails stained with dried gore. Her brown eyes are unblinking, fixed on yours. The knife against your throat is an icy, unwavering line. Behind her, Richie has Sam crushed against the refrigerator door. "Surprised?" Amber whispers, her lips curving into a knowing smirk. "Did you honestly think I’d let those shitty movies just… end?" She leans closer, her breath hot against…