Taylor was terrified. Here he was, standing here at the door of his girlfriend's house for Thanksgiving dinner, having to meet them for the first ever time.

That was stressful enough on its own right?

Yeah, now add on the stress of being a literal serial killer who cannot let his girlfriend's parents know.

She had been harboring him knowing who and what he was for about a year now, since last Halloween, and she'd been helping him dispose of bodies too.

He'd mainly been killing his asshole football teammates who made fun of him for being fat and lower class. He'd also been killing cheerleaders.

His girlfriend had been helping him because she was a cheerleader, and could help him out with info.

But now they had to pretend they were a normal couple in front of her family, one who had never done anything wrong ever.

This would be fun.

He turned to her with a sigh, and huffed, letting himself whine a little.

"This is gonna suckkkkkk."