Bittersweet Slasher Movie Happy Ending Rewrites
The Sinclair Brothers all decide to leave Ambrose one day. They each go in a different direction, they find little corners of the world that are just there's- no more bedroom door they don't go into, no more family pictures that they wince to see, no more memory of parents better off dead. They don't see each other anymore but at least they aren't there.
There's no technicality in Fred Krueger's arrest and so the court successfully sentences him to capital punishment- the only time in Springwood History that anyone has received that sentence. No one really talks about him anymore.
After a boy's tragic death at Camp Crystal Lake it shuts down, and a apartment buildings go in. Pamela Voorhees, the mother of the boy, eventually has another child and that kid grows up knowing all about their big brother- how he would have loved them and he's definitely watching over them always; There's a picture of him above the mantel and they never forget him.
Tiffany Valentine catches one look at Charles Lee Ray, all dangerous and hot... and turns right away. Tempting, but she's just here at this bar for a drink with her friends.
Chucky himself ends up in prison after Detective Norris drags him out of that toy store. He spends his days carving symbols into the floor under his bed and laughing at court ordered therapy until one of the other prisoners beat him to within an inch of his life for what he did to Sarah and Nica. He doesn't survive that night in the medical bay.
After their parents leave, Drayton gets 3 jobs in town and keeps his brothers and their grandpa afloat the best that he can but eventually those ungrateful shits disregard his hard work one-too-many times, and they're all old enough now... so he finally leaves. Chop Top and Nubbins leave too after that, finding healthier lives separate from each other, and Bubba stays in Texas, where they were born, taking care of grandpa until he dies and then living on his own. They're all lonely, missing a part of themselves... but they're healthy enough to be happy. They all know they're better off loving each other from afar.
Charlie never comes back from Korea. He's missing in action- Suspected prisoner of war. Luda Mae, Thomas and Monty stay at home as long as they can in case he one day finds his way back to them... but he doesn't. And eventually there's nothing left around them so they have to leave- they have to say goodbye to him, for good. After that they move up north and they discover the most wonderful charity group to help people with conditions like Thomas'.
Michael never gets out of that Penitentiary. He lives a long, long life but he's held safely in there until they day that he dies.
Maureen Roberts does not make the big time, but she also never gives up. Not even after Milton, no way. She stays in Hollywood, living in a tiny apartment on her own, working a job she doesn't have to take home and going to every audition she can get her hands on for the rest of her life. She never meets Neil Prescott. She never has Sydney. Roman does find her and she does turn him away but there's nothing to be jealous of. He... lets it go. He moves on. Billy and Stu never even hear about her.
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Maybe a small picnic or forest outing with Simon and Selena? Maybe he can teach her about some of the more harmless forest creatures 🥰
It's been nearly a month since Selena arrived at the Belmont estate in Transylvania, and met her arranged husband-to-be. She is expected to give an answer as to whether or not she consents to marry Simon.
Simon tries to talk her out of it.
They had a daily routine: after Simon’s hours-long morning training, he would get cleaned up, eat breakfast, and court Selena around the Belmont estate.
This routine would continue near daily, for the month’s duration of Selena’s visit to Transylvania. By the end of which she will need to come to a decision about whether or not she consents to proceeding with their arranged marriage.
It has nearly been a month now, and anxiety paralyzes Selena. She hardly knows Simon, even after spending time with him daily. But there is an urgency to their arrangement that weighs heavily on both: the time of Dracula’s calculated resurrection draws near. The Belmonts need an heir, and soon.
Despite that necessity, Selena has never felt pressured by Simon. Actually, she doesn’t know much of Simon’s feelings on the matter at all. He has been polite, certainly. Courteous, too. But he is incredibly private. Selena wonders, if she chooses to marry him, if she will ever learn about his true intent. What goes on in the mind of a man shouldering the burden of Dracula’s impending revival?
What kind of man will he become after they’re wed? Will he change from who is he now? For better, or for worse?
Or will he remain a perfect stranger—no love, no tenderness—as Selena is expected to spawn an heir for him?
Who can she expect to spend her life with if she consents to this union?
She battles the nausea that threatens her as Simon approaches, bowing his head to her in greeting. She curtsies in reply.
“Good morning, my lord.” Selena greets in her usual way.
Simon still isn’t used to being referred to as a lord. Selena can tell that much. But she cannot bring herself to call him by his first name. Not yet.
He gestures for her to walk ahead, and she does, starting on their usual route through the stamped out earth around the perimeter of the Belmont estate.
Courtship is awkward for both. Silence hangs heavy, as usual. Simon has done a terrible job of selling himself. He has not boasted about his accomplishments to earn her favor, nor tried so much as to kiss Selena’s hand.
A month isn’t enough time to truly get to know a person. Selena feels Simon’s resistance.
Sometimes, she wonders if he finds her undesirable. That would be a blessing—it may spare her yet of being wed to him.
But it is also humbling. Was she not to his taste?
Selena’s attention is pulled from her spiralling thoughts as Simon, at last, has asked something:
“I pray you slept well last night?”
Selena offers a polite smile in reply. “Yes, I slept peacefully. Your home is very comfortable.”
Simon hums to himself: a relieved, soft noise.
As they move through their usual path, Simon takes pause. He stares off beyond the gates of the estate, in the direction of the Jova woods.
After a moment, Simon takes the initiative in leading them off of their usual route, through the gates. Selena takes notice immediately.
“My lord?” Selena inquires, following dutifully after him. “Where is it we’re going?”
“The forest ahead,” Simon clarifies. “Rest assured, creatures of the night do not wander it during the day.”
He takes pause.
“Is that alright with you?” He asks, looking at her.
Selena has not stepped foot off of the Belmont estate for a month now. She longs for a change of scenery.
“Yes, of course. That would be nice.”
Simon grants her a small smile as they venture outside of the usual borders, and into the forest of Jova.
There’s a coolness in the air as shade washes over the pair. Selena remarks the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, and the various woodland creatures within.
Serene moments like these make her forget of the malevolent creatures that stalk the area at night.
But remarking the scars on Simon’s arms quickly remind her of the very real threat. She notes how his hand rests on the handle of his whip at his side. He is still on alert.
She is safe with him, she supposes. He has proven his strength, and his dependability.
The pair slow to a stop at a clearing of forest. They linger there for a moment, before Simon spots a fallen log.
He moves to take a seat upon it, and gestures for Selena to join him. She does.
The adults sit in silence, enjoying the soundscape of the forest as minutes crawl on.
Selena was just beginning to relax, when Simon’s voice interjects the quiet:
“It has nearly been a month.”
Selena’s stomach knots. “Yes, my lord.”
She notes how Simon shifts, uncomfortable.
He continues, quieter: “the choice is yours to make. Please do not feel pressured.”
Selena doesn’t know how to reply to that. Is he expecting an answer now? Here?
“Thank you.” Selena tries, stilted. She is grateful to have the choice.
But she wonders something, as she pokes a fallen twig with the tip of her boot. Her eyes are downcast.
“Do you not have a choice as well?” She asks.
Simon doesn’t reply, and that only makes Selena feel worse.
She apologizes: “I beg your forgiveness if I am unworthy to be your wife.”
“My lady, that isn’t—“
She interrupts him: “Selena. Please.”
Oh, she shouldn’t have interrupted him. Selena feels the heat of embarrassment rise to her ears.
Simon tries, awkward: “Selena.”
She thinks it may be the first time he’s ever called her by her name. It evokes a strange feeling in her chest at the sound of it.
“That isn’t the case.” Simon assures.
Selena can hardly hear him as the thudding of her embarrassed heart deafens her.
“It is simply not my choice to make. It is yours alone.” He adds with careful emphasis.
“It is challenging to make such a choice.” Selena admits at last, wanting nothing more than for this exchange to be over.
Simon nods once with understanding. He looks away at nothing in particular.
The air hangs heavy as time crawls on.
Emboldened by their perfect privacy, concealed in the thick of forest, Selena pushes through her embarrassment to timidly ask: “if I may be candid, my lord?”
“Yes.” Simon replies.
She takes a moment to find the strength to admit: “I don’t feel I have a choice, even if you say I do.”
She doesn’t have to look at Simon to feel the consequences of her confession.
“I was selected into this arrangement as an asset to strengthen the Belmont line. Should I choose not to marry and conceive with you, then I would be burdened with the weight of having done nothing to stop Dracula when I had the chance to.”
Selena still can’t look at Simon as she concludes: “there is no choice.”
“The Belmont family will find a way, as my ancestors have,” Simon reassures, but Selena senses a tension in his reply.
With a certain firmness, he underlines: “do not let guilt influence you.”
Sensing that she has said too much, Selena makes herself small, bundling herself in her shawl. She glances to her side, remarking how Simon has transitioned his hands into his lap. He’s rubbing a thumb upon clasped hands as the silence builds.
It couldn’t really get any worse. Selena was at last being honest with him, and there is one question burning to be answered:
“Do you find me undesirable?”
Simon’s reply is immediate: “no.”
Oh.
It’s Simon’s turn to be honest now: “but like you, I feel the pressure of this union, and the necessity of its success.”
Selena lifts her head to look at him. Simon does not return the glance. He’s wringing his hands together, now.
Selena feels foolish for assuming otherwise: of course Simon would be just as impacted.
His life is on the line in this fight with darkness. If he dies during the battle, then…
There’s so much at stake. He shoulders it all alone.
“I beg your forgiveness, my lord.” Selena concedes, head bowing again. “We will share this burden.”
“Please don’t.” Simon tries, awkward. He worries that she’s only saying that out of pity.
“You have a choice.” He reminds, gentler. “Please, make the right choice.”
Selena processes his words. She feels how he shifts at her side, his hands transitioning onto his lap.
The choice is clear.
Selena moves her hand out from in front of her to land atop of Simon’s. She can feel him freeze under her touch.
“Selena,” he breathes, and it’s tinged with a resigned sadness.
She holds onto his hand.
Simon timidly returns the gesture.
Adults sit crushed by the weight of circumstance, comforted only by the calm of the forest, and the warmth of each other’s touch.
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