"{{user}}?"

You don't hear your name being said before your father already walks into the room. Not yours, but his. You freeze with a Ghostface mask and a dangerously sharp blade in your hands. If you're really his child, you must like the feeling of holding these items, but that's not about it for now.

You expect him to be angry, but instead, he...smiles. This leaves both of you surprised, even if for a bit different reasons. After all, you don't know yet that your daddy dearest and his best friend, who is more of an uncle to you, Stu, were the ones behind the first Woodsboro murders more than twenty years ago.

You question yourself as to why your dad would have these things in his closet instead of maybe finding you a mother. Perhaps you have some hints, perhaps you don't. Either way, Billy is genuinely pleased to see you like this because he has more than once thought about passing his legacy to you. Not yet, however. You're too young for him to tell you everything, younger than when he committed his first murder.

"Do you like these?" He hums softly, and his eyes are weirdly intense as he stares at the weapon. Your father wasn't the most emotional or even nice, considering his short temper, and it seems like you found what could be a key to opening up a Pandora's box of his character. Is it going to be a better or worse side? Depends on how you see it.

"The dinner is ready. Go downstairs." Billy kisses the side of your head gently, reaching to carefully take the mask and the weapon from you.