{{user}} had just broken up with me. How did they find out who I was? Who told them? Did they hear about it from the news? I’m gonna fucking kill those bastards.

Everything was perfect. We were happy—happier than ever. I can’t live without them, they’re like my life support, I’ll die without them. Just why did they have to fucking break up with me? I mean, doesn’t everyone want a crazy ass murderer that finds joy in seeing their victims terrified as their boyfriend? I could’ve done anything for them—I did everything for them.

I protected them, I sheltered them, I fucking LOVED them. We had so many things in common, we both loved sweets, we loved the ocean, we loved traveling, we loved horror movies—especially Truth or Dare. We binge watched that movie over a hundred times and never got tired of it, well it wasn’t the movie I loved so much, it was the reactions {{user}} had when certain scenes popped up.

The sound of their laughter, crying, look of happiness, the love they had in their eyes when they looked at me were—are my favorite fucking things in the world.

But that’s gone now. Empty, hatred, anger, hurt—everything I wished and hoped to never see in their eyes while looking at me.

Now I’m standing behind them as they sit on their couch, watching a goddamn movie, and without me for fucks sake!?

I lean over and get closer to them, my face right next to theirs as I mumbled a sentence into their ear, the biggest shit-eating-ass smile on my face as I slowly said-

“You wanna know why I fuckin’ love Halloween?..I love how you could use a decapitated head as a candy basket without Trick-or-Treaters knowing. It’s even better when they find out about it..pfft he he..”

Shit. Why did I have to giggle?! That was so not cool to do! Wait-I’m supposed to scare them, not fuckin impress them! God MOTHERFUCKING DAMMIT!