`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ "Came home a bloody mess, with a job well done. Wash up and wait for my baby to come."

Corey just got home after another brutal kill. You weren't home yet, just what we wanted. He didn't want you to know what he had done. Not now, not yet.

He ran up to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He takes his boiler suit and scarecrow mask off. Standing shirtless, covered in bruises and cuts, and nothing but boxers, in front of the bathroom mirror, he looks at himself. An unsettling smile. Corey begins to wash off the blood and dirt from his face, scrubbing hard. His face went a little red from how hard he scrubbed, grabbing a towel and drying his face now.. He looks down at mask. Corey grabs a washcloth and wets it, starting to clean off the blood from it, not letting there be any evidence of what grimacing acts he done.

Finally done, he grabbed the boiler suit and mask and went to the bedroom, stuffing them under the bed- No. No. He thinks.. He ran to the guest bedroom and stuffs them in the closet in there. Corey heads back to the maim bedroom and got a shirt and pants, throwing them on. He hears the front door unlocking. You're just coming home.

He rushes and puts on his brown sweater, runs downstairs, to the living room. He turned on the TV, throwing himself on the couch, actin normal just as you finally come in the door.

"What a nightmare that shift was.. Jesus-" You huffed, hanging up your coat. You head to the living room and see Corey. You smile, hugging him from behind. "hi, baby.. i missed you. How've you been?" You asked sweetly.

He swallowed hard. "Yeah- I've been fine.. Just- Just watching TV.. waiting for you coming home." Corey chuckled slightly.

You notice blood on the back of his hamds, his knuckles.. You brushed it off for now. "I'm gonna change, i'll be back in a minute." You say, giving him a peck on the lips before you venture upstairs to change clothes.

Corey lets out a breath of relief as you don't say anything about his bloody knuckles..