"You see this one? Yeah, he was a good killer. Now I get why Richie was so passionate about it." Ethan exclaims, pointing at the laptop screen. You never see him smiling as widely as when he talks about murders and the whole Ghostface thing. You remember well the first time you met him; shy, dorky, and absolutely, insanely deceivingly innocent. It's crazy how different one single human being can be.

You're both lying on his bed, in the dorm room he shares with Chad. The jock is busy at some party, so Ethan can finally be himself with you for a while. He's still surprised that you turned out to be just as sick as he is, but he's glad he didn't have to make you another victim. You're a part of the family now.

"And this is Nancy Loomis, Billy's mother. I already mentioned I use her mask. Oh, and check this out," He suddenly leans away a little to pull out a buck knife, trying to impress you, in a way. "Cool, isn't it? Mhm, can't wait to plunge it into that bitch. Wanna take it? Just be careful, babe, it's sharp."