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A HIGH SCHOOL CAREER   initially begun as an outsider, someone with no popularity whatsoever  & only recognized for talking far too much in class. now it ends  &  he is more different than his freshman year self ever could have imagined.  (  everyone knows his name.  )  their pack of survivors walk the halls joined together, peers looking at them somewhat in admiration but primarily in fear. death follows them  &  carnage clings to their very beings. but the fact that he had others that shared his pain helped greatly over the past few months as they all attempted to adjust to normalcy once again following the halloween massacre at what had been titled murder island. if there was one thing their battle hardened personas all shared, it was the sheer ability to master facades of pretending to be fine. 

but alas, graduation had finally arrived with himself holding the title of valedictorian. it wasn’t initially meant for him. the girl that should be standing in his place with him cheering her on from the sidelines is dead. it isn’t necessarily the victorious celebration he had envisioned with a naive  &  innocent mind prior to his life becoming crimson stained. instead of feeling the pride of academic success, he primarily is grateful that he managed to reach this joyous day alive. the surroundings all the meanwhile are tainted with a familiar twinge of sadness. there are multiple students within their class that should have been standing up there with the rest of them, white caps placed upon head  &  stupid grins painted across their faces with their entire lives ahead of them. in contrast, their rotting corpses reside buried underground; survived by memories  &  a slideshow that he had put together for the ceremony honoring their lives. the day can be described only as bittersweet.

the conclusion is uttered with a bright smile  &  thunderous applause received. horror film nerd that he was, he didn’t see what occurred next coming by any means. later on in the aftermath of it all  /  he would wonder how exactly he had never predicted that the new killer lurking on the horizon would not strike at such an event. an act meant to showcase that they would never truly be free. blood dumped upon him, the pure whiteness of his gown  &  cap suddenly crimson ravaged. there is nothing but red. the iron tang of it is painstakingly familiar. they all know the feeling of being drenched in blood; figuratively  &  literally. the only emotion felt is dire numbness. of course chaos follows but what was happening directly in front of him feels more distant than ever. he finds his mind instead wandering to over a year ago when a certain someone had met the same fate. in the midst of the terror  &  shock taking control of the crowd below, his gaze manages to find hers           a relatively easy task because she is the only one truly looking. the ending of his speech begins to replay itself on a constant loop as the realization of how very wrong hits. the past would always be an anchor.   it was never over.

i’ll probably do a full formatted post Later but i just want to say that noah foster  &  mtv’s scream meant and still means so much to me. i may have made my introduction to indie with kirby but noah was where i truly found myself here and grew confidence in what i was doing. i’ll probably never love or be passionate about a fictional character like that again. i met all of the people i call close friends today through the scream fandom, whether it be through the film or show community. i’ll always love noah  &  the kids i’ve come to known over the past two years. thank you carlson, willa,  &  bex for all you’ve done. thank you john for beautifully portraying a character that gave me an outlet i sincerely needed. thank you noah foster for being You- iconic, strong, full of light, someone who always maintained positivism after all he had endured. someone who had flaws that i could relate to  &  managed to overcome them by the end of the halloween special. and thank you all of you for supporting me endlessly since i decided to make this muse. 

IND. NOAH FOSTER.                  written by megan.  originally est. july 2015.  primarily canon compliant based with minor divergece.

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