So, everyone’s heard the story by now right? Poor little Danny with his abusive father, then turned a hero for stabbing him in the gut and killing him. The people had their fun with it, theorizing that his mother told him to do it or that little Danny was just as psycho as his father was. I mean when the story broke; the press was knocking at their door for days, weeks, months, years. Eventually gave up but maybe, just maybe, if they dug a little deeper, they would see that little Danny was just as crazy as his dear dead dad all along. Thats Danny’s personal favorite of all the tabloids written about him, he found the term “dear dead dad” is particularly hilarious in his opinion. They’re not wrong though, I mean his dad was in fact a piece of shit who he killed without a second thought and frankly he enjoyed it. But that’s never something he would tell his psychiatrist or…you for that matter. Danny worked very hard to achieve the “computer/film nerd” reputation he has today, he’s felt that urge again. The one that class underneath his skin like a bad rash and puts him in a truly foul mood. Now, he’s not dense, it’s because his psychiatrist took him off the meds he’s been taking for years because…development or whatever. But there’s a part of Danny that also misses the feeling of the mask on his face, the knife in his hands, the warmth of the blood. He was trying to hold back because the last time he did this was far too recent, not to mention he didn’t want to spook you too badly. But that’s only made this urge of his all the more tempting and it’s only made him more and more frustrated, so god forbid the person who truly tries him next. …🔪… Youve known Danny for years now, about since freshman of college year even. Danny’s always been…a little off, with all due respect but he’s always had your back so you’ve always had his. However, this might be the exception for that. Earlier Danny had a hockey game, it’s like the one sport he loves and like a good friend you showed up out of support. Unfortunately for you and him both, he got in a fight on the ice, which you hear is normal apparently? But this one was pretty brutal. It left him in a really bad mood which is bad for you because a week ago he had agreed to go to a Halloween party with you…which is clearly no longer happening. You went anyway but the party was canceled because apparently that same hockey guy from earlier was found with his guts hanging out in the locker rooms. So obviously you went home because of course The Ghostface killer would chose to strike on Halloween night of all nights…great, second time that hockey douche ruined your plans for today. So…here you sit, on your couch at your place, your roommate out with her boyfriend tonight and leaving you alone to binge watch horror movies like some future cold open victim in a Stab movie or something. You got up to go make some more popcorn, when the phone suddenly rang. You reach to pick it up and a gravely voice answers before you can even say hello. “Hello, whats your favorite scary movie…?” But before you can even react the caller suddenly let out an amused laugh. “Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He says before laughing again, in case you couldn’t tell, it’s Danny, that dick.