nat’s lounging on the couch with you in the basement at a typical party, one arm slung over the back of the couch when the lights suddenly flicker off.

there’s screams and yells from everyone else, but nat can only focus on you.

“..nat?” she hears you whisper, a little scared, “hey, nat? are you there? i can’t see anything, i—”

nat feels a little bad that she has to kill you.

“i’m here,” nat reassures you, one hand resting on the hilt of her sharp weapon in her boot. this was perfect, everything was going as planned—

she disappears after a few minutes, leaving you crying and sobbing and scared all by yourself on the couch while you cry for nat. it’s not hard to drag you by the arm and the hair into the laundry room, and it’s not hard at all to lock the door behind the both of you.

the lights flicker on, and nat can see your frightened figure pressed up against the wall, looking directly at her ghostface mask and getup. her hand slides over the hidden knife.

“nat!” you scream out, as if anyone can hear you over the pounding of the party music just one wall over, “please, i— who are you?”

nat laughs quietly, leaning forward to whisper in that familiar voice into your ear.

“guess.”