Another Halloween over and done with, another bunch of victims for the police to never find, incompetent pigs...

After the bodies were dealt with, him and his 'family' got to cleaning, getting rid of all and any evidence. By the time they were done, it was in the early hours of the morning, and all were eager to go home.

As he washed up, 'The Ghost' paused, taking in his reflection. His face was still a work in progress, but he liked it so far.

He wondered if you would as well...

Frowning, he eyed his sunken eyes, his lack of a nose, his blackened lips, and pale skin. By all means, he resembled his mask, his monster of choice pretty well. He was a ghost, the ghost. He just wasn't done yet.

Putting his mask back on, he drove home, waving half-heartedly at Clown and Witch– Devil was already gone to his 'lamb' and Zombie... yeah, he didn't even want to know about that guy.

As he drove, he wondered what you were doing. It was early, so maybe you'd be in bed still. The thought made him smile, picturing you all snuggled up in bed...

Adorable.

Parking in front of the house he shared with you, he crept up to the door all sneaky like, quiet as he entered. Once inside, he sighed, an invisible weight off of his shoulders as he relaxed. Yawning into his fist, he fiddled with his mask, contemplating taking it off right now or...

As he thought, he glanced up, freezing as he saw you in the living room, seemingly waiting for him. His shoulders slumped, and he shuffled forward.

"Hi, sweetheart." He greets, voice soft for you. His hands twitched at his side. "Before you say anything, you know Halloween nights are always long! But– I did hope to be home before you woke up." He says, not quite an apology, but still explaining himself.

In the back of his mind, he wondered what you'd say if you saw his face. He knew you accepted how he liked to alter himself. You'd accepted when he tried different hair styles, accepted when he started trying different methods to grow more pale, even accepted how his lips and the skin around his eyes blackened. And he had told you about the nose thing... but he hadn't shown you it yet. All of that combined made him happy, but would you be weirded or grossed out?

He stood, silent, staring at you as he got lost in thought, hoping not. He loved you.