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𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙆𝙀𝙉𝙕𝙄𝙀 ‘𝙈𝘼𝘾 ’𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙍 a totally canon ( and gutted from the script ) scream character, created and written by harley ( she/her, 25+ ). originally established in 2010, brought back from the dead in may of 2021. this blog will contain triggering content. follow at your own risk. do not follow if you are under eighteen. read rules and dossier (both located in my carrd) before interaction. dicord is available to mutuals upon request.

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“ the eddie the great  -  concedes?! “  dead earth crunches beneath converse as she jumps from her hiding spot wearing a mischievous grin on her features. the opportunity to spook him presented itself quite nicely, who would she be if not one to seize it?  “ what would your dungeon nerds think? “  face softens as she approaches, a hint of mere teasing while hands are shoved into the pockets of distressed denim to pull out a crisp fifty to be held out between her fingers.  “ nothing to be scared about, casey and steve weren’t flayed until way past dark . . . but don’t you worry, i’ll protect you, oh great one. “  whispy breaths of a soft chuckle just barely make themselves visible in air. 

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                   “          why haven’t you been answering your phone?         ”

the macher house held the entire school often with party’s and frank wasn’t one to miss out on free booze and whatever else might be lurking in the pockets of their fellow classmates.    after an hour or so,   he found himself outback of their house.    he stands idle,    huddled with a few couple others he only just met there.     they stand near the backdoor of the house,     as though they might go un - noticed,    but none of them seem too quick to hide the origin of smoke that shrouds them whenever the backdoor swings open and some drunkenly pair head for their own private place.  

they share their thoughts over the thick smoke of the shared joint.    the small town talk that often bores him more than anything.    but right now   …   he’s high and decides to engage.      even if it’s only for the sake of continuously re - filling his lungs.     the smell clings to him and leaves his lips rolling into his mouth to savor it’s taste before he speaks again   …      ‘   all i’m saying is if my life depended on knowing horror movies,    i could survive that.  ’       he prides himself with the notion,   a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.     another inhale for his greedy lungs,    lips burning from the intake before he passes it over to her.      

he’s careful to exhale the smoke slow out the corner of his mouth where a smirk once lived instead of it flowing directly towards her.       ‘   could you?   ’       he asks against the cool down of his exhale,    but his breath still felt like it was being squeezed.      

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it’s the same old routine on the back porch. legs dangle lazily over the side banister she’s sat upon, sneakered heels clicking against the wood every now and again. they’re being boisterous inside, jamie lee curtis’ performance as the babysitter one she knew so well that sitting through halloween again wasn’t on her own night’s agenda. soon enough the real fun would begin, for now, she’d simply kill time and get high. calm the nerves that came along with a massacre. while mac hadn’t planned on spending the evening with frank morrison, of all the bodies in her house, he was at least easy to shoot the shit with. 

mac takes a greedy drag  —  it’s hers after all  — before her wrist is offered limply to the other, bright orange embers burning out before hitting the ground beneath her.  “ so you’re a cocky son of a bitch, huh? “  brows perk with intrigue, he’s peaked her interest. did the boy know how willingly he walked into the game known as friend, foe, or casualty? smoke sneaks from parted lips as they curl into a mischievous grin.  “ i think most people overestimate themselves. don’t you? mainstream horror is fresh, it’s known, it’s easy. but when it’s carnival of souls suddenly suddenly trivia night is ‘no fair’. “  snicker is airy as her head rests back against the banister she leaned on.