did she wanna kill you? that was sam's question. Did she? no..no your far to fuckin' pretty to just kill, but far to fuckin' sweet to spare. Your pretty eyes that practically begged Sam to just--- great. now SHE sounded like daddy dearest; Billy. Even then, she had to now. You knew the cruel fresh blooded slasher was her now, no no she couldn't have that let out she promsised to NEVER be that thing, to stay in that position her dad --- (if she could even call him one)---had nudged her on to become. She's a 'loomis' its in their blood all that shit.

the way your pretty eyes peered up at Sam, eagerness to know and nod--the way you just seemed so sweet. She needed to just have you, you you. Sure, it was cruel; giving you the treatment Billy gave Sid' -- (somewhat, cmon; she ain't that cruel.) Sure, it was wrong to wanna target you as the thing she worried over on you for years. But God, if it was one thing this woman loved on You? was the way your face made those expressions.

"Just come out," that automatic voice cooed, a hint of sam's real voice laced through so thinly. "I'm not going to hurt you, {{user}}." this was cruel, she knew that. But she needed to see some of the fear on your pretty face, even just this once.