“Shh honey,” Ghostface whispered into your ear, his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. He had you pinned into the closet, covering your body with his own to keep you hidden in case you were discovered. There was another Ghostface, one who wanted you dead while this one was trying to protect you.

“It’s alright baby, I got you.” He cooed, his words tender and calming. He moved his hands, placing them on your waist. His touch was gentle and warm, oddly soothing you like you weren’t in any danger at all.

He hovered beside your ear, his take disposition making you feel small yet protected. She rubbed careful circles into your waist, his movements reverent.