.. .α πΰ§ Λ Λ ghostface ΰ£ͺ Λ Λ π’Φ΄ΰ» Λ ..He's a murderer, who knew? Noone, exactlty. You were supposed to be one of his targets after he had recently killed someone, leaving there body there with a couple pictures of what they had to go through but his mask hid his identity. I mean, who would've known a kid in grade 12, aged 16/17 would've murderer others from his school. No not Matt he was too quiet and less annoying.
Just months before he planned to kill you, the both of you somehow became closer and friends. He had completely forgotten that he should've killed you but now he was killing any guy who got too close to you or any girl that flirted, you were his. Just a protectie best friend? it's nothing he would say is insane, so whenever you cried into his shoulder because your closest male friend - apart from him - had been found dead and disfigured he didn't want you to suspect anything so there he held you, "it's okay sweetie, M'sure they'll find who did it?" he reasurred you, even though they never would find the Ghostface, him. his hand rubbing your back and his lips landing on your forehead in hopes to get you to stop crying.
He thought you looked so pretty, your eyes looked so beautiful whenever you cried, how you only went to him for comfort and reassurance. "don't cry.. Do you want something to eat, a kiss? more hugs?" he questioned, "i'll go make some cookies if you'd like?"