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lukas-du-mortain · 11 months

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hi hello 8, 9, for Lukas/Adam/Mason and 43 & 45 for Séamus/Felix <3 (@ do-this-for-me)

I don't have a Lukas x Adam x Mason LT. It's just that I've played the same version of Lukas for both routes. In each one he's monogamous and demisexual.

Lukas x Adam [Meus Amor Aeternus]

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What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Lukas sometimes doesn't like how 'set in his ways' Adam is. Lukas is way more competent than Adam believes. He is extremely frustrated by how Adam underestimates him, his abilities, and planning. This ties in to their precarious relationship status at the end of book 3. Adam left Lukas' room and Lukas was so upset and angry about what Adam said and what (didn't) happen.

Adam hates how Lukas can be so damn reckless. He doesn't understand why Lukas just throws himself into things. He loves Lukas' boldness and determination, but also understands quite well, how much that boldness and pride can lead to ones downfall. He doesn't want to lose Lukas.

Lukas x Mason [Eros]

What do they love most about the other? Why?

Mason wouldn't admit it, but he absolutely loves how Lukas respects his boundaries. He loves how Lukas will say, "Walk with me." Then 15 minutes later they are outside the town, in silence with only the chirrups of nature surrounding them. He feels more free, like it's easier to breathe in these moments.

Lukas loves those moments too. He'll just glance over at Mason in their companionable silence, see how calm Mason looks, and just smile.

What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Lukas hates that Mason won't buy him cigarettes.

Mason hates when Lukas asks him to buy cigarettes. "They'll kill you." - "Yeah, and?"

Séamus x Felix [Mo Chroí]

If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Séamus picks: Knee length socks in bi-pride colors, Black creepers, Black denim short shorts, a bright rainbow loose tank top. And if it's wash day, he'll do Felix's hair in a mohawk box braid of sorts.

Felix picks: Gay pride (in the mlm flag colors) socks, ankle high platform boots, black cargo shorts, and a maroon burgundy button up shirt, undone down the front, and sleeves rolled up. Felix would oil Séamus' long red hair to make it shine, then brush it gently into a sloppy top knot bun.

How do they support each other? How do they rely on each other's support?

Felix supports Séamus by always just being there. Sometimes he'll just sit next to Séamus in silence. Sometimes that means walking into his room, to lay next to him while he's sleeping, just so Séamus can wake up to Felix every morning. That also means Felix is just there to create beautiful moments and memories with him, because he wants Séamus to have the best life.

Séamus supports Felix by reciprocating that feeling of love and dedication. Just by purely enjoying Felix in those moments is enough. Séamus will adore Felix when he's just being himself, and he knows that's enough for Felix. To create beautiful memories along side one another.

Ship Asks

@do-this-for-me

#𓆩♡𓆪 meus amor aeternus 𓆩♡𓆪 #𓆩♡𓆪 eros 𓆩♡𓆪 #𓆩♡𓆪 mo chroí 𓆩♡𓆪 #twc detective #twc adam #twc mason #twc felix #felix hauville #specialist agent mason #adam du mortain #a du mortain #twc a du mortain #m!detective #detective x felix #detective x adam #detective x mason

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alexlangford · 2 years

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love is going to lead you (by the hand into a white and soundless place)

An alternate take on the rooftop scene in book 2, between Alex and Mason.

Alex wakes with a start, heart hammering in their ears, chest heaving with laboured breaths. Mason can sense it, even at this distance. The creeping unease that had been bothering him for the last few minutes breaks suddenly, a wave of relief washing over him at the same time that Alex sighs, down in their room.

A cool breeze follows, up where he sits on the roof, and he’s perfectly willing to connect the two, dismissing that sweeping feeling as nothing more than his overactive senses responding to the spring weather.

A few more moments pass.

He kicks his feet against the wall below as the nervous energy ramps back up, and it’s not long before the approaching footsteps, along with their matching heartbeat, tips him off to why.

Alex.

The hand holding his unlit cigarette wavers as he considers lighting up, then comes to rest at his side.

Something must have woken them.

He idly wonders what. He’ll ask in a moment. Their footsteps are drawing closer.

Strangely, that nervous energy dissipates when Alex steps out onto the roof, about the same moment they must catch sight of him. Mason doesn’t quite know what to make of that. He can feel the tension ease out of them, feel their breathing settle and their heart slow.

He leans back, placing a hand down on the tile behind him for balance, as he glances over his shoulder, taking everything in as casually as he can. Even in baggy sweatpants, an oversized t-shirt and no bra, they’re stunning.

“What are you doing up?” he asks.

“I-” they falter, hesitating to admit whatever it is. “I had a nightmare. About Murphy.”

Alex sighs, and he can feel them cringing internally. He takes it on, secondhand. “I was hoping I’d find you.”

“Why’s that?” Mason finds himself wanting to ease away some of their discomfort, and is halfway towards saying something he might regret before he pulls that instinct in. They’re teammates, and reluctantly he might also say they’re friends, so perhaps it’s not all that unnatural that he’d feel that way. It occurs to play their little flirting game, but crossing those two wires right now is probably a recipe for disaster.

Luckily, Alex replies before Mason has to follow it up with anything. “I feel… safe with you.”

Mason’s eyebrows shoot up at that statement. The way Alex says it sounds loaded, like they’re guarding against a bad reaction. He won’t give them one, if partly out of spite. He will remain unpredictable.

“Ava’s better in a fight.” The words sound lame even to his own ears. “Don’t tell her I said that,” he smirks.

Their low, rich laugh runs over his skin like velvet. “But when shit hits the fan, it’s always been you that’s with me. And I’m not dead yet, am I?”

“Yet?”

“Well, there’s always time.”

Mason doesn’t like how resigned they sound. At thirty-ish, they’re too young to be so cynical. He at least feels like he’s earned the right to it. There’s a weird pang of emotion that he doesn’t know where to place, and so, he decides to change tack.

“It’s no wonder you’re having nightmares. Most people who’d been through what you have would be a wreck.”

“I’m not most people, and I can’t afford this,” they say stubbornly.

“I’m just saying, don’t beat yourself up over it. You’re strong.”

Alex leans their head back and looks up at the twinkling stars. They’re beginning to fade as the sun threatens the horizon, dawn starting to break. They take a deep breath, and Mason can’t help but appreciate the way their chest rises as their lungs fill.

It falls as they exhale, and the tension they’d worked up talking about the nightmares eases again. It’s a beautiful night.

He finds he doesn’t mind sharing it with Alex. He needs this little bit of peace. Maybe they do too.

“I like it up here,” Mason explains. “It’s always quietest at this time. Peaceful. Nothing but the stars awake in the world.”

“How come you’re awake?”

“I don’t need as much sleep as the others. And I don’t want to miss this time alone out here.”

He feels Alex freeze up. “Oh, right. You want me to go?”

“No,” he answers. “Stay if you like, I don’t mind. You don’t invade my space like others do.”

“I’m glad,” they say quietly. And then, a chuckle. “Mind if I smoke?”

Mason cracks open an eye to look across at them. “You’ve been giving me shit for smoking all this time.”

“In my defence… only indoors.”

“Since when are you a smoker?”

“On and off since my thirteenth birthday.” A sly smile graces their pretty lips. “Hey, I did warn you about my teenage rebellion.”

“I’ve never seen you smoke.”

Alex frowns. “I asked you for one not that long ago, but you got all judgemental about it. Anyway, I had cut down a lot… Now they’re mostly postcoital.”

Mason flicks a glance back their way. He probably shouldn't ask. Screw it. “How often is that?”

“Not so much, since…” the rest of that sentence hangs heavy in the air. Since my life imploded. Since you. Alex laughs, apparently deciding that the brutal truth is much funnier. “Since I stopped having random hookups in bars because I decided I liked someone.”

“Someone you’re not sleeping with.”

They nod. “It’s complicated. I can’t just fuck someone I want to see again. It gets messy, and my life is already messy enough. It wouldn't be fair to screw around with someone casually and end up wishing I was elsewhere. So… I’m just not fucking anyone. I know, I’m ridiculous.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Mason catches Alex rolling theirs.

With anyone else, that comment would have Mason running for the hills. But it’s so obviously self-deprecating, he can’t help but find it a little endearing. This weird no-sex no-romance flirting boundary they’ve set is very mutual, even if it’s very clear they’d both enjoy falling into bed together, it’s the aftermath that they both agree on, and he’s starting to understand their side, despite having no memory of having been there himself.

Not that understanding was ever required for him to respect someone else’s stance on those things, but it’s odd to find himself caring about theirs.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Mason snaps back into the moment. Alex is gesturing with their hand, with their unlit cigarette. It’s a different brand from his, one of those ones that clicks when you break it and unleashes the, in his opinion acrid, taste of mint.

He shrugs and lifts his own, holds it between his lips to light it. He offers the flame to Alex, finds the way their face is lit in the fire glow when they lean in a little too appealing.

“So… why do you smoke?” They ask, sounding genuinely curious.

“It’s a habit I’ve had since I can remember,” Mason answers. There’s no reason to hide the truth of it. Not when Alex has shared so much, not when they’re just being in each other’s company so easily.

“I kept it up because it dampens my hypersenses a little.” He stares down at his hands and hunches forward, flexing out his fingers as he feels the memory of everything being too much. For once, he’s at peace. “It’s… a lot to deal with sometimes. The smoking helps take the edge off.”

“I understand.” Alex nods. “Bad habits usually start to distract us from something else.”

“Thankfully my bad habit doesn’t come with drawbacks or side effects to me,” he comments, before adding as an afterthought, “unlike yours.”

They bark a laugh, tapping off the short column of ash as they continue. “This is just the tip of the iceberg with my bad habits. I’m so glad you didn’t know me way back when.”

“You sure about that?”

A hum escapes them, exhaling smoke through their nostrils. “I was a real asshole. Not even in a fun way - just some idiot kid too selfish and stupid to see anything beyond what felt good in the moment. It’s no way to live.”

Mason smirks at that. It’s hard to imagine Alex as ever being truly selfish. They’re a lot of things: snarky, foolhardy, way too brazen for someone as vulnerable and mortal as they are. Occasionally, they can border on self-righteousness. But never selfish. “Maybe you make a point, sweetheart.”

A comfortable silence settles between them, just the sound of Alex’s heartbeat and their breathing, the hiss of their cigarettes burning in the night as the sun starts to rise. The sky turns from indigo to purple to a faded orange-pink, as the light finally breaks below the treeline.

Mason can imagine starting more days like this, with Alex there beside him. He doesn’t hate the idea. The birds are beginning their chatter, which usually signals it’s time for him to leave, but for once it’s not overwhelming.

As if picking up on his thoughts, Alex asks, “You’re more sensitive to things than the others?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

"I have no idea. Just happens sometimes. Vampires all get different strengths when they're turned. I got stuck with extreme senses and pheromones."

“Do you remember anything about being human?”

Mason gives them a slow smile. “No. Just being a vampire. Not even who turned me or anything like that. Being with the Agency is the first memory I truly have.”

“And how long ago was that?”

His lips twitch as he looks at them, torn halfway between total honesty and keeping that information under his hat. It's oddly personal, and he doesn't really know how they'll respond to knowing his best estimate of his age.

Maybe he's just in a sharing mood.

“About one hundred years, give or take a decade.” Alex's face changes to something approaching wonder - it draws him in. “You tend to lose track of time when you become immortal.”

Their eyes trace carefully over his body, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of their mouth. “I sure hope I look as good as you when I'm that old.”

“Considering how you look now, I doubt you have much to fear on that point,” Mason replies with a growing grin.

Alex chuckles, rolling their eyes affectionately at the compliment before looking out at the horizon.

“So if you don't remember anything… what about the stuff we saw in the mirror at the carnival?”

“I honestly have no idea what it was.”

They nod, accepting, or at least not prying further. He just about resists smiling to himself when a small yawn escapes them. It’s late - early - whatever. The adrenaline from their nightmare will have fully faded by now.

“You better try to get at least some sleep,” he says, keeping his eyes on the flash of gold teetering on breaking past the tops of the trees at the forest's edge. “You'll be no use to anyone in that state.”

“Thanks,” they reply. They crush out their cigarette before they push themselves up to stand, and he hears their heartbeat flutter as they stop to look back at him from the window. He turns to meet their eyes as they say, "Goodnight."

“Night.” Mason gives a small wave of his hand.

Once Alex is back inside, their footsteps retreating down the hall, Mason lets himself release a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

Weird.

He stubs his cigarette out on a tile right beside where Alex put out theirs; twin circles of ash on the slate.

The birds chattering feels loud, suddenly. He hadn’t noticed it when Alex had been here - even when he smokes it doesn’t dull things that much. Taking stock, Mason realises the sun coming up feels too bright, the morning too cool. When Alex had been beside him, he’d been at peace. The warmth of their body beside him, the easy conversation had been… a strange absence of discomfort that’s like night and day to how he feels now.

#detective x mason #wayhaven chronicles fanfic

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gothicknightz · 1 year

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family ties | ethan landry

notes: oh boy you guys are gonna like this one. VERY MAJOR SCREAM SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!!!!! I cannot get any more specific than that.

part 2 out now!

When she moved to New York with her best friend, they both had planned on getting an average college education, having fun, and graduating.

That was it.

Why couldn’t it have been that simple?

The four of them were stranded in the abandoned lobby of the theatre when Sam had gotten a call from the Detective, claiming that he had done some digging into Kirby and that she was let go from the FBI a couple of months ago for being mentally unstable, and he believes she is the killer.

She quickly turned her attention towards Sam, “What?” She snapped, her arm still wrapped up from her paired attack alongside Mindy on the subway.

Putting a foot down, she crossed her arms, “There’s no way we can stay here.” Attempted to try the entrance in which they came in, to find out it was locked, “Shit.” She turned around quickly to face the, “It’s locked.”

The group frantically looked for a way out of the theatre, as they weren’t going to be trapped with the possible killers. Tara had noticed some sort of fire escape, but that wasn’t until Ghostface appeared and attacked the group, which they fought back.

Chad decided it was a good time to be a hero, as he fought against Ghostface so that the girls could run. This proved to be a bad decision for him, as a second Ghostface came up and started stabbing alongside the other before ushering the trio back into the theatre.

As the five of them make their way back into the theatre, Kirby suddenly reappears out of nowhere and claims that she was knocked out by two Ghostfaces, but the trio can’t trust her after the Detective’s claims, who arrives subsequently after Kirby.

After what seemed to be a battle for trust, the Detective shoots Kirby, revealing himself as the third killer.

(y/n) screams as she was the closest, her heart racing in anticipation, afraid of what was going to happen next when the other two Ghostfaces de-mask themselves. Subsequently, after the Detective reveals himself to be the third killer, the Ghostface wearing Nancy Loomis’ mask revealed himself.

It was Ethan, (y/n)’s best friend. The friend she had planned on getting a college education and graduating with. The friend she had known for years, the friend who was responsible for their firsts.

Somebody she had trusted.

It was then revealed that Quinn was the final Ghostface, much to everyone’s shock, as they had seen and heard of the brutal murder Quinn had endowed.

The trio was cornered at each end by the three killers, with Sam slowly connecting the pieces that all three of the killers were related to none other than Richie Kirsch, one of the killers of the Woodboro Massacre in 2022.

As the trio was attacked and coerced back to the center of the theatre by the killers, the Detective sighed, “It wasn’t until I saw that photograph of what you had actually done to him, that I knew.”

“That I knew you had to fucking die- that you had to be punished, along with anyone else who stands in our way.”

Pushed and insulted by Quinn, Sam, and Tara were forced to stand in front of the Detective, with Ethan taking hold of (y/n), and holding a knife to her throat.

As the Detective went on about how he indulged in his son’s love for the Stab movies, and how they were a bit dark for him, he explained that there was no deeper bond than of a father and his firstborn.

“Despite the loss of Richie, I couldn’t have been happier after learning of a new addition to our family.”

The look on both the sisters’ faces was beyond puzzled as they watched the detective make grandiose gestures as he waved the gun in (y/n)’s direction.

“I knew it was a bit young for those two to get hitched, but,” the Detective paused, taking a breath for a brief smile, “She made it a lot easier to get us in here, and I’ve never been more proud of a future daughter in law, right (y/n)?”

The Carpenter sisters had another round of fear and shock as they turned their heads to one of the closest friends the gang had had, with even Mindy trusting them.

(y/n) was breaking away from a kiss with Ethan as Tara and Sam watched them in awe, the girl breaking into a fit of giggles and a content sigh.

“You know, Sam,” She said, turning towards the illegitimate daughter of the original Ghostface with her boyfriend slash fiance’s knife in hand, “You should really save the date.” She took a swing at the eldest Carpenter sister and laughed.

“Because it does fucking run in the family.”

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crownleys · 8 months

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"You really think you'll be sticking around me for that long?"

"Of course I will."

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc fanart #twc mason #specialist agent m #twc mason x detective #twc detective #mason x detective #this was one of my favorite parts of the M romance I couldn't NOT draw it #my art #my wayhaven fanart #alcohol mention #drinking mention

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tumortain · 1 year

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#I LOVE that bestie!mason calls out adam and calls adam cruel fjkdsdkfjskf #but bestie!adam is like yeah.... i'd act like an idiot too :/#the wayhaven chronicles #twc book 3 #twc spoilers #mason x the detective #adam du mortain x the detective

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slushrottweiler · 10 months

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“Are they alright” Felix called down.

“I don’t know! They won’t even look at me!”

Ok but like, the scene when Mason scrambles down the collapsed building to get to the detective, but they’re just in total shock and have gone catatonic. Where he is just clutching their face and panicking because this person they love is looking straight through him and he couldn’t keep them safe. And that’s exactly why the detective has shut down - because they could protect someone they promised to keep safe.

God Book 3 is full of so many gut-wrenching scenes!

This detective is named Loxley “Lox” Wood, and uses they/them pronouns. Twc belongs to @seraphinitegames

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc mason #twc bk3 #mason x detective #twc agent M #m x detective #mason x Loxley #maslox #specialist agent m #interactive fiction #twc spoilers

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thewayhavenchronicle · 11 months

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Got my comm of Mason and Saoirse back from @artofzofia and I love them so much!!! Thank you so much!!!

#twc #twc mason #twc m #twc detective #saoirse cathair #saoirse x mason #specialist agent m #the wayhaven chronicles

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masonscig · 1 year

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one of my favorite book 3 demo moments courtesy of @gncrezan <3 thank you so much for drawing my favs <333 ONE DAY TO GO PEOPLE !!!!!

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc mason #specialist agent mason #twc m #specialist agent m #twc fanart #twc detective #mason x sofía #oc: sofía olmos #THIS EMBRACE !!!!!!!!! ONE DAY TILL MAFÍA IS BACK <333333

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writer-ish · 1 year

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So wifed and he doesn't even know it

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc mason #mason x detective #specialist agent m

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my-chemical-mermaid · 8 months

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My Detective:

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc book 1 #wayhaven detective #my detective #hannah solomon #mason x detective #wayhaven mason #wayhaven memes #wayhaven meme #mason x hannah

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alexlangford · 2 years

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Little moodboard for my nonbinary detective Alex and their love interest, Mason. Oh these two are a disaster. I love them so much.

#wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven mason #nonbinary!detective #detective x mason #alex x mason

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gothicknightz · 1 year

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3am pt. 2 | ethan landry

notes: omg you guys 😭😭 i love appreciate every one of you ty for keeping the hype alive, SCREAM 6 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

She awoke up in a horrible cold sweat, having the worst nightmare about getting attacked by Ghostface on her way back from a party Chad had invited her to.

Sitting up in a disarray and out of breath, the quick pain shooting from the side of her stomach hitting instantly.

So it wasn't a dream.

Now sitting up, her heart was racing as she looked around and spotted Ethan, her boyfriend, passed out on a nearby chair, his phone still in hand.

She could barely remember what had happened before she passed out, but she assumed that Ethan had found her.

Then his phone started to ring.

This startled Ethan awake, nearly dropping his phone in the process. As he noticed his girlfriend in front of him, he rushed over to her side immediately.

“(y/n), you're awake.”

He was careful when it came to hugging her, as her stab wound was recently patched up, and it was a miracle that the knife didn't hit any vital organs.

"Yeah," She mumbled, groaning as she attempted to sit up, "Someone's callin' you, Ethan." Her eyes flashed to caller I.D, which flashed a picture of Chad in a Hawaiian shirt and cowboy hat.

Ethan was too tired to react properly, and in turn, picked up the phone without a proper introduction or 'yeah.' Instead, the news was dropped onto him that Anika and Quinn were murdered by Ghostface.

"What?" His face was painted in a look of shock as he glanced worriedly at (y/n), holding her closer yet gently.

"How's (y/n), is she doing alright?"

"She's a fighter. I'll be there."

As he hung up, Ethan turned to his girlfriend and planted a kiss on her head, "Look," He said, placing an arm around her shoulders, "Anika and Quinn were murdered, and I- I'm gonna go check up with everyone, okay?"

(y/n) shook her head dismissively before pushing herself upwards, Ethan quickly going to her side for her aid, "I'm coming whether you like it or not. I wanna catch this guy as much as I want him dead."

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

As Ethan and (y/n) arrive at the crime scene, Mindy was fairly accusatory after the death of her girlfriend, Anika, to which Ethan brought up the fact that he was with (y/n) at the hospital after her attack.

"Mindy, what the hell?" (y/n) ran a hand through her hair as she sat on one of the open ambulances, sighing, "I've literally been in the hospital. How could Ethan be the killer?"

"Maybe that's the cover-up. Maybe he had someone paid to dress up as Ghostface and stab you. Maybe you two are both in on it. Just think about what happened with Richie and Amber."

This annoyed (y/n), who got up and pointed to her right lateral side, "I literally got fucking stabbed! Lay off the accusations, expert, your girlfriend just dropped dead."

Mindy narrowed her eyes at the pair before being held back by her brother, who was subsequently followed by Gale brining up something that the gang would want to see.

In a matter of minutes, the group of teenagers accompanied by Kirby, Gale, and Detective Bailey, were all at some supposed 'Stab' shrine in which all of the costumes and clothes of victims were compiled into an abandoned movie theatre.

Unsettled by the fact that the past was unearthed in front of her, (y/n) was by Ethan's side the entire time, not understanding any of the backstory that came with the tragedy.

Taking a dark trip down memory lane, (y/n) sighed before the words of Kirby got her attention, dragging a way to catch, or at least, trace the killer.

Hopefully, this was the end of it.

(ughhhhhhhh im not satisfied with this ending, you know there's automatically going to be more.)

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