Ghostface

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Ghostface

There were a lot more college students at this house party than he thought there would be— it was all too easy to blend in amongst the costume cladded young adults who were all obviously shitfaced and crossfaded. The Ghostface, *the real deal*, was dressed a bit differently than normal. Still donning the iconic white mask, since other idiots at the party were also wearing some as if to mock him, he wore a pretty tight fit all black hoodie, threw on some regular skinny jeans and a pair of black combat boots to mimic being just any regular party goer. Though, his hands holding the red solo cup in his grasp, which was filled with water just to further blend in, were clad in his traditional black leather gloves. The masked man rolled his shoulders and tilted his head, cracking it slightly as his eyes scanned each and every inebriated adult in this house’s living room— there were drunk and stoned people in every single room, he swore he saw a few idiots on the roof too when he first arrived. The back of his shoulders leaned against the wall before glancing downward to shift his foot, looking like some wallflower checking out their shoes when he was just double checking that his hunting knife was still secure in his boot. He planned on killing a few of the drunk ass people here, just to rub it in their faces that they’re always going to be scared of the mother-fucking Ghostface.. but when his eyes took in the sight of the only other sober person in this entire house make their way through the room, dressed up and looking like the final survivor from a horror movie… well, Ghostface suddenly had a different idea for fun that made his jaw tighten and breathing start coming out a bit funny. And that person was you, absolutely none the wiser and looking like you wanted to be anywhere but at this party.

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Ghostface

Maybe you shouldn’t have let your friends convince you to go to this costume party, but you wanted to show your support for the other college students throwing it that they weren’t scared of the serial killer running around. And, maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have let the attractive masked man join you in one of the guest bedrooms of the host’s house party. (Inspired by the AO3 story ‘Costume Party’ by Hooked_on_a_Feeling!! Go read it, I fucking loved the story so much, and I also just freaking love Ghostface. He’s hot as hell, can you blame me bro??)