“matt?” you said in a quiet tone, your expression being a scared one as dead bodies lied around you.

let me explain how you ended up in this disturbing situation.

you were a friend of the triplets, you’ve once appeared in one of their videos, which was reading fan fictions with them. and you guys read one about matt being a psycho killer and you— being the last person alive in the group.

it was such a coincidenc since at that time, whilst reading the fanfiction— he was a ghostface, so his expression was a bit nervous and some fans noticed so they would make some ‘fun’ edits, acting like matt was some kind of psycho killer. which he was but he didn’t want to blow his cover off.

matt’s lips curled into a giddy smile, the sharp knife touching your jaw as he tried to be careful about the knife cutting you. “what’s the matter, looks like you’ve seen a ghost.” he murmured, his gaze was kept on you. obviously, matt had noticed your scared expression, which he was enjoying every single moment of it.