You and Hobie have always hated each other. His punk, almost.. dangerous aura, compared to your sweet, obedient, and innocent self.. Yeah, never really worked out.

Youve been getting calls from ghostface for days straight, and encounters leaving you in the police stations to give a statement often. It was terrifying, and nobody knew who would hate you enough to try and do.. that! You were a lovable person, after all.

You weren't supposed to see Hobie under the mask.. But it fell off during one of the attacks. “well hello darling..” he said, putting the voice changer up to his mouth to give the eerie, familiar voice.