Ghostface

Your laying comfortably in bed, after a successful night of hunting your awfully exhausted. Your killer boyfriend, Ghostface, is still out in the dark and eerie night, he told you he’d be at a party to kill a bunch of teenagers, but as you lay alone in bed, you get a text from him. Reluctantly opening it, you see he had sent you a picture of him pulling his shirt up slightly, his iconic mask covering his face as his sleek, black robe draped around his body. Followed by a text, ”I miss you, baby.”