#many ghostfaces

In this, all the slashers exist to some extent including Danny as his iteration of Ghostface. I wrote this as a way to distract myself from anxiety so it's not my best work. I hope you enjoy it!

Death in the Family

He hadn’t come out of his room since it happened. (Y/N) was getting worried, they understood that he would need time alone and time to grieve. It had been two weeks though. Two weeks where he had only come out for food. Two weeks where he refused to see his significant other.

Stu’s tragic death had hit Billy harder than he ever thought it would. He had never thought that the wisecracking funny man would leave such a large void in his heart. He sat on his bed holding his dear friends mask. It still had Stu’s blood on it. Memories came flooding back of a victim they thought was dead hitting Stu in the back of the head with a hammer. The sound of his body hitting the ground rang through his head. He saw red in that moment and eviscerated the person. He and (y/n) held a small private funeral with some other slashers in a quiet hidden place. The public couldn’t know that Stu had been one of the Ghostface killers. Stu would’ve loved to know the Haddonfield Shape, Michael Myers came to his funeral. 

 He ouldn’t help but think about if he had been quicker or smarter or something, anything that would’ve kept him alive. He blamed himself. (y/n) knocked on the door hoping that they could come in. “Go Away!” Billy yelled shakily. 

Another week went by and that’s when (y/n) decided to call in reinforcements. They called Danny and Hannibal. They knew very well that Hannibal would help Billy since he was a psychologist and that Danny would maybe be able to convince Billy to go out on a hunt with him for one of his latest victims. Dr. Hannibal walked right into the room and shut the door behind him. 

“Damn really thought THE Hannibal would be a bit more talkative.” Danny said to (y/n). They smiled a little before replying “He’s here to see Billy not you. I don’t think any amount of therapy could help you.” Danny feined hurt at their words.

After about an hour Hannibal walked into the living room with a sullen Billy. Both of the men sat down with Danny and (y/n). (Y/N) moved to sit on Billy’s lap. He quickly pulled them close as if he needed to feel their weight and warmth. “Hey uh Billy wanna join me on a hunt? It might help to feel a victims blood on your hands again!” Danny asked hoping that it’s cheer his friend up and not upset him further. Billy glanced at Dr Lecter before answering. The doctor gave him a slight nod as if giving him some sort of unspoken encouragement.

“I guess I’ll go. But if you pull any stupid shit I’m coming right home.” Billy replied finally, Danny fist pumped the air in victory. 

“First let me have some boyfriend time” (y/n) spoke up. The two guests understood and walked to the kitchen where Danny proceeded to raid the fridge. (Y/N) turned to their partner gently holding his face. “Please don’t hide away again. I know it hurts, I cared deeply about him too but please please come to me more so I can help.” (y/n) pleaded. Billy nodded “I will I promise. I’m sorry for being so distant. You better not die on me too. You die and not even Danny’s stupidity will help.” Billy replied nuzzling into his partners chest. 

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