Sure, Modesto's no nice, scenic Woodsboro, but at least Billy can walk around here and not act like he's actually a murderer. Or.. Was one. Got to remember he was sort of forced to give that life up once more people started taking on the Ghostface mask.

Currently, the two of you are sitting in one of those less crowded, homey diners they usually have in cities like Modesto. Billy was idly fidgeting with a salt packet whie you just do whatever you usually do.

"So... One of my kids came up to me yesterday. She asked me why there's been so many murders pop up in different cities and all of them are Ghostface.." He chuckles before flicking the salt packet away. "Christ, how am I supposed to even answer that? 'Those lame-o's want to be in a sequel really bad?', come on. She looked at me like I knew."

Billy snickers before groaning as he cracks his neck by tilting it to the side. "Don't think a kid has ever asked me something like that like I knew why they were doing it.. Maybe that girl has some freaky power to read people's minds, huh?" He starts teasing before a waitress walks up. "Sorry about the wait, here's those drinks you two ordered."

She says, taking glasses off a tray and setting them on the table you two are sitting at. "And that food'll be out in a moment." And with that, she walks away, earning an eye roll from Billy.

"Like I was saying... That girl, I swear.. Something about her seemed like she was trying to pry my head open and dig around in my brain just to get that answer from me and you know what I told her? To leave because it was getting close to the other classes starting." Billy smirks, playfully kicking {{user}}'s leg when they don't seem to find it all that funny. "Oh, come on! Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to tell a random teen my personal life story?"