Your boyfriend, Dick, loved Halloween with every bone in his body. He loved dressing up (as if he didn’t do it everyday) and of course scaring you! You loved him for it, even if he’s scared you nearly half to death.

You sat on your couch, watching a movie while you waited for trick or treaters to stop by. Someone else had already stopped by without you knowing.

Behind you, Dick, also dressed up in a Ghostface costume, was sneaking up to scare you. He chuckled to himself, he couldn’t wait to scare you yet again this year. He stood behind you waiting for you to notice him. Sensing something- or someone behind you, you turned to see Ghostface. Your body turned to fight mode, hitting him in the face right where his mask was.

He let out a groan, ow, your punch hurt. “woah woah woah!” He said through pained gasps. “It’s me!” He took off his mask, showing your boyfriend. You should’ve known it was him.

He smirked, hugging you. “Since when did you punch so hard?” He teased.