#deathpcsitive

“I’m going to a bonfire tonight, wanna come with? There is suppose to be a wicked full moon. Who knows what shenanigans could happen.” Nicole grinned as she leaned up against Bender’s car. He was one of the few people who didn’t judge her for the all the parties and wild child behavior she seemed to find herself in.

“ —whichever twisted pyshco dons the ghostface mask, probably, or maybe even Voorhees, ” he thought about it well before he answered and that’s the best he could come up with, cause really, he didn’t put much thought into those things anyway. He had killed before—of course he had, the memory of David came fleeting back then, but it was gone just as quickly as it had entered and he heaved a tired sigh. “ What about you, Nic?? ” he asks her, vaguely intrigued by her response.