#ghostface killer

Uh... y'all sure about that one?

Tara: I thought you were dating Y/N

Sam: they’re a therapist right?

Tara: do you actually talking through your problems together?

Sam: oh we don’t do much talking we-

Tara gives her sister the side eye

Sam: play checkers, yeah, that’s what we do

Ghostface killers body counts

• Kieran Wilcox 14

• Roman Bridger 9

• Mickey Altieri 7

• Jill Roberts 6

• Piper Shaw 6

• Beth 5

• Wayne Bailey 6

• Ethan Landry 5

• Amber Freeman 5

• Billy Loomis 4

• Charlie Walker 4

• Jamal “Jay” Elliot 4

• Stu Macher 4

• Quinn Bailey 4

• Nancy Loomis 1

• Richie Kirsch 1

For the Birthday requests how about a dark comedy Ghostface + blood + hugs + laughter (if it's a reader insert could it be a nongendered or male?)

Thank you for the birthday wishes!

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: Ghostface

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: dark comedy

ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ: blood, hugs & laughter

You hear the phone ring, the shrill sound slicing through the silence. It's never good when the phone rings this late, but you pick it up anyway, your curiosity outweighing your common sense.

"Hello?" you say, your voice shakier than you'd like.

"Do you like scary movies?" The voice on the other end is cold, smooth, and too familiar for comfort.

Ghostface.

Your stomach twists. You've heard the rumors —of course, you have—but living it? That's different. You laugh, though it's more out of nerves than humor. "No, but I hear you're a big fan."

There's a pause, and then Ghostface chuckles. "I like a good laugh, don't you? Blood and guts aside, it's all in good fun."

Fun?

You glance at the door, considering your options for escaping. Too late. A knock echoes from the other side, and your heart skips a beat. You freeze.

"You know what's funny?" the voice continues. "People always run like that'll stop me. It's almost... cute."

You think you hear the sound of a blade being dragged against the door, slow and deliberate. There's no running from this. Not tonight.

"Tell me," Ghostface asks, voice dripping with mock affection, "how do you feel about hugs?"

You feel a cold sweat trickling down your spine at the weird change of topic from guts to hugs. "Not really my thing," you manage to choke out, inching toward the window.

"Too bad," Ghostface whispers. The door creaks open. "I give great hugs, especially tight ones around the neck..."

You make a break for it, stumbling over the window ledge. But then he's there, looming over you, laughter bubbling up from behind the mask.

Glancing up just in time, you see the glint of the knife as it slashes. You scream loudly, and the world spins, painted red.

"let me see what you have?"

"a knife!"