Thrust Into The National Spotlight At The Young Age Of Sixteen, The Last Few Years Of Sidney Prescotts

thrust  into  the  national  spotlight  at  the  young  age  of  sixteen,  the  last  few  years  of  sidney  prescott’s  life  have  been  chronicled  by  headlines  telling  a  harrowing  story  of  a  girl  plagued  by  trauma  and  tragedy.  between  her  mother’s  brutal  murder  and  the  killing  spree  that  disrupted  life  in  the  peaceful  community  of  woodsboro,  all  by  her  high  school  sweetheart’s  hand,  it’s  all  most  people  know  about  her.  

it’s  something  she  desperately  wants  to  change,  to  leave  the  past  behind  her  and  start  anew.  but  a  fresh  start  isn’t  so  easy;  not  when  billy  loomis  seemingly  disappeared  without  a  trace  before  he  could  be  intercepted  by  the  authorities  and  brought  to  justice  for  the  murders  of  maureen  prescott  and  several  students  at  woodsboro,  among  others.  police  combed  the  surrounding  areas  for  weeks,  searching  for  any  sign  of  him,  but  found  nothing.  eventually  the  case  went  cold  and  billy  loomis  became  another  forgotten  news  story,  a  distant  memory  in  the  mind  of  the  rest  of  the  world.  

but  for  sidney?  he  was  always  stuck  in  the  forefront  of  her  mind,  haunting  her  more  in  disappearance  than  he  ever  had  in  person,  a  ghost  she  couldn’t  shake.  even  as  the  weeks  bled  into  months,  she  would  find  herself  looking  over  her  shoulder,  checking  to  make  sure  there  wasn’t  a  familiar  figure  in  the  shadows  lurking,  stalking,  waiting  for  the  chance  to  strike.  

her  first  semblance  of  peace  came  when  she  packed  up  her  things  and  moved  over  two  thousand  miles  east,  to  windsor’s  campus  in  ohio.  college  was  a  natural  next  step  for  sidney,  and  she  found  herself  blossoming  out  of  the  darkness  woodsboro  held  for  her  and  into  a  woman  of  her  own.  she  had  a  roommate  she  got  along  great  with,  she  had  friends  who  brought  out  that  happy-go-lucky  side  of  her  that  had  been  hidden  away  for  too  long,  and  she  thrived  in  her  theatre  classes.  while  woodsboro  and  the  thought  of  billy  loomis  still  creeped  up  on  her  now  and  again,  it  was  easier  to  shake  in  a  new  environment.  billy  had  over  a  year  to  make  his  move,  and  he  hadn’t.  maybe  she  was  safe  after  all.

one  night  she  was  walking  back  to  her  dorm  from  the  library,  the  only  thing  breaking  the  shroud  of  the  night  around  campus  being  the  street  lamps  that  lit  the  way  home;  when  she  ran  into  construction  on  the  main  walkway,  she  opted  for  a  different  route:  longer  by  several  minutes,  but  safe.  it  had  to  be  safe.  why  wouldn’t  it  be  safe?

the  tunnel  she  took  was  dark,  and  chilling,  and  perhaps  not  the  best  move,  even  though  she  knew  it  would  place  her  directly  toward  her  dorm  on  the  other  side.  but  when  she  finally  emerged  after  what  felt  like  miles  of  walking,  there  was  no  dorm.  there  was  no  walkway.  the  windsor  campus  had  vanished,  and  in  its  place  was  a  campfire,  with  new  faces  sat  in  front  of  the  flames,  looking  as  unnerved  as  she  felt,  moreso  when  she  learned  there  was  only  one  way  out  of  this  cold,  dark  place—and  getting  out  was  going  to  be  murder.

shoutout (and credit for the original shitpost) to @ghost-you-maybe​ for finally giving me motivation to draw/sketch/whatever something. Their original post (X) was just funny and I really wanted to draw it

Putting a filter on ghostface was something I didn’t think would be as fun as it was

my  favorite  part  of  sidney’s  character  growth  and  progression  throughout  the  scream  franchise  is  how  she  stops  compromising  her  own  boundaries  and  needs  to  please  other  people  and  unapologetically  will  put  her  foot  down  if  she’s  not  comfortable  with  something

accidentally indulged in too much ‘me time’, turns out i’ve been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities

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COUNTDOWN TO HALLOWEEN 🎃 Scream (1996)

Movies don’t create psychos, movies make psychos more creative.