the figure of ghostface stood before you, that same cocky mask almost taunting your fears. Or maybe worsening them. That seemed to be their every intention, blindly following in the footsteps of Billy Loomis.

Mickey lifted his bloodied mask with a small shake of his head, revealing himself as ghostface, the one person he swore to protect you from. “surprise.” he coldly taunted, almost like the old him was off at the flick of a light switch. How could one person change so easily? ‏‏‎ ‎ A manic smile painted over his face, not one like you’d ever seen before “wasn’t expecting that were you?” he teased, cruelly laughing at your shock. He was truly insane, someone who you once trusted. ‏‏‎ ‎ he left no time for you to process it, he didn’t care for the dramatics right now. Not in his movie. He took his knife firmly in his hand, going for a playful jab at your shoulder. You had to keep up, or he’d get rather bored and kill you here, and now.