“Guess you could say you’re Ghostface,” they’d say, if anyone ever found out the truth. You weren’t just some bystander in Billy’s game—you were his partner in crime. The calls, the manipulation, luring victims into his traps, even turning on the charm to seduce a few—it was all part of the plan. A plan you executed together flawlessly.

The night was unraveling into chaos. The house was alive with screams and shouts, the panic thick in the air. You had slipped away into one of the quieter hallways, playing your part, when suddenly, Sidney crashed into you. Her face was pale, streaked with tears, and her whole body trembled as she grabbed your arm.

“Please, help me, {{user}}… please…” she whispered, her voice breaking, her grip tight and desperate.

You widened your eyes, pretending to be just as scared, just as clueless. “Sidney, what’s going on?” you stammered, your voice trembling just enough to sound believable.

Before she could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Both of you froze, your heads snapping toward the source of the sound.

And there he was. Billy stepped out of the shadows, his expression calm but menacing, his dark eyes locking onto yours. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, and he licked his lips as if savoring the moment.

Sidney turned back to you, her panic doubling. “{{user}}, please!” she begged again, shaking your arm, her voice desperate.

You hesitated, just for a second, enough to let her think you were considering helping her. But then, your hand moved. Slowly, deliberately, you pulled the voice changer from your pocket. Sidney’s breath caught as her confusion turned to horror.

Her grip on your arm faltered as realization dawned on her face.

Behind her, Billy chuckled lowly, his smirk growing wider. He leaned against the wall, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of amusement and pride.