A/N: For context of the inspiration behind this fanfic, I was scrolling tiktok the other night and a post made by ghostfacefanservice came on my FYP. It was a video of the OP dressed as ghostface, (the profile does not mention pronouns so I will default to they/them). (The post has since been deleted ): ) They slightly lifted their mask and licked a (fake) bloody (fake) knife while the Bad Omens song Death of Peace of Mind was playing. (If you haven't heard it, give it a listen before or while you read). It genuinely altered my brain chemistry and I decided I needed a steamy fanfic like that. I couldn't find one anywhere, so I wrote it.

If you know of any fanfics similar, I'd love to read them!

Thanks for reading!

Enjoy. :)

CH 1

"Did you hear that Dylan is getting married?" I blinked as shock swept over my body.

"Why would I want to know that?" Feigned indifference slid out of my mouth as slippery as the slope of that topic of conversation. Of course, I could finally think about him without crumpling into myself with grief.

In the ten months that passed since the night I broke up with him before I moved 6 hours away to continue my degree at a University, it got easier to breathe even just thinking about him.

But the pain never completely went away.

The wound that had barely begun to heal ripped open with the realization that he had to have moved on almost immediately. Even though I was the one who ended things, that stung.

"I know you loved him, but this is for the best." My mom continued as if I was a bomb she had to diffuse, "We both know that. School has to come first. You have your whole life to live. I just wanted you to hear it from me."

"I know, mom." I dared to glance at myself in the mirror and slowly lifted my eyes up from my bare feet. The dim bathroom lighting accentuated the purple that swept under my dark brown eyes that were glistening. I tilted my head back, staring at the ceiling, as if stopping the tears from escaping meant they didn't exist.

"So how many parties are you attending tonight?" She asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

I made my way through my bedroom and living room toward the kitchen.

Eating my feelings sounded great right now.

"I already told you, I'm just staying in and watching a movie with Jenny. I have work in the morning." I opened the fridge and looked on the various shelves for something sweet to eat.

I glanced at the clock which read 8:23 PM. She will be getting out of her evening class soon.

I frowned at the fridge, nothing piqued my interest. I quickly shut the fridge and huffed, leaning against the island at the center of our small kitchen.

"I know, but you're young. I'm sure most kids your age are out throwing ragers on Friday nights. Not staying in and being lame." While my mom had good intentions - she just wanted me to have fun and enjoy college - annoyance had me physically rolling my eyes.

"Those kids don't have to pay their own tuition, room, and board because their father wasted every penny their family had on booze and blow and then decide to drive his car off a bridge with him in it." I spat and thrust open the freezer remembering the ice cream I got at the store yesterday. As it opened a tray of ice tumbled out, crashing onto the checkered linoleum floor.

I heard a small sniffle through the tiny speaker on the phone I held to my ear.

Regret instantly seized my gut as I realized how what I just said sounded. "Mom, I-" I started as I bent over to pick up the ice.

"Yeah." She said in a small voice, barely above a whisper. I froze midway down, bent at the waist.

Shit.

"I'm so-" I tried again, and ran my fingers through my hair to move it out of my face. She didn't deserve that, I was just upset about the news about Dylan. It wasn't fair to take it out on her.

"Anyway, I'll talk to you later." I waited a moment for the I love you that always followed.

Silence.

"Okay, I love you." I checked my screen but she had already hung up. Of course, she didn't hear that part.

Frustration washed over me. I shoved my phone into the back pocket of my black pajama shorts and stalked towards the living room. I scanned around for something to take my frustration out on. My eyes ran over the Stab movie poster that was the only thing besides string lights that adorned our walls. Jenny would kill me if I ruined that. I took a few steps toward our secondhand green and black plaid couch and picked up one of the various throw pillows.

I held it to my face and screamed, the traitorous tears from earlier rising back to the surface.

Why do I have to be such a bitch?

My cheeks felt hot, too hot. I removed the pillow from my face and threw it back on the couch. I probably had mascara smeared all over my face at this point, but I made my way toward the window anyway, unlocked it, and shoved the lower pane up to open it.

Relief enveloped me as the cool autumn night air breezed in and caressed my overheated cheeks. I shoved my head through the opening and breathed deeply. The fresh air in my lungs did wonders to calm me down.

A few moments of deep breaths and staring at the stars and moon in the dark sky passed and I finally felt calm enough to close the window again.

I sat on the couch, letting the cushions conform to my body. It may be old but this couch was the most comfortable thing I'd ever sat on. I pulled out my phone and opened Facebook.

It's probably a bad idea but I searched for Dylan and clicked on his profile. The first post that showed was the engagement announcement. I clicked on the girl's - his fiancee's - profile.

She was beautiful. Of course she was - he was beautiful.

I clicked on her photos and nearly threw up when the first one was of him. He was smiling at a table in what looked like the local coffee shop in our hometown. His chin-length brown hair framed his face except for a few strands of hair that hung over his eye. His smile looked the same as it always had; like he knew something you didn't. I couldn't help but juxtapose the anger and despair that covered his face the night I broke up with him. The way his mouth sneered and his eyes squinted. Of course, I couldn't blame him. To him, the breakup came out of nowhere. He could never have known I'd been planning it for a month, until I told him that I had, of course.

Upon learning that, I'm sure I would hate me, too.

The vibration of my phone brought my eyes back into focus on the screen which now showed that I was receiving a call from Jenny.

I answered, "Hey, how was class?"

A voice that was clearly changed with a voice-changing app said, "Good, I'll be back soon."

I laughed, "I think your phone accidentally opened that Stab voice-changing app again, dude. You sound hilarious."

"Oh, that's weird, I don't remember opening it." She said in the gravelly low voice that was famous for being used in all six of the movies. "Will you talk to me while I walk home? I think someone was following me." Despite the app, I could hear the worry in her voice.

"Of course!" I got up to unlock the front door so that she wouldn't have to struggle to open it when she got home. "So, how was algebra?" I repeated my question.

"Oh, you know, I still hate math." She responded.

"What movie did you want to watch? I can get it set up." I asked, turning on the smart TV.

"I don't know. I really want to watch something scary. What's your favorite scary movie?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head smiling, "We already watched Stab this week."

"Oh, that's right. Well, we could always watch It Follows, it's a classic." She responded.

I winced.

I had made a pact to never watch that movie again because it was Dylan's favorite.

"Nah," I said with a sigh. "We can just wait 'till you get here and see what's new on Netflix," I suggested and walked back into my room to take off the sweatshirt I was wearing.

"Sounds good. Wow, we need to get curtains for your room, girl. I can see everything."

I froze with both the sweatshirt and the tank top I was wearing under it pulled up over my chest. We'd lived in this apartment for over two months and it never occurred to me that my room didn't have curtains.

"Nice rack," the gravelly voice seemed deeper than before, throwing me off guard. "I like that bra, it's very… strappy."

"I'll let you borrow it sometime," I mumbled as I quickly scurried into the bathroom to get out of view from any other passersby that might be able to see inside my room.

With the sweatshirt off, I tugged my tank top back down and caught another look at myself in the mirror. I began moving the tangled strands back into place and heard a noise come from Jenny's room. Odd that I didn't hear her open the door. I disconnected the call and finished fixing my hair situation.

"Do you want some ice cream?" I yelled so that she could hear me as I made my way back to the kitchen.

I noticed it was too quiet after I got the bowls, spoons, and tub of ice cream out and had them on the island.

"Jenny?" I called out.

Silence.

I pulled out my phone and sent her a text, 'Are you taking a shit lol?'

I set my phone down and started spooning lumps of ice cream into each bowl, knowing full well that she would want some.

Something dark flashed in my peripheral, causing me to look up.

I stumbled back until my rear hit the counter behind me.

In the living room stood a hooded figure in all black, with a familiar white and black mask on.

"Fuck! You scared me!" I exclaimed, grabbing my chest and trying to catch my breath.

She just stood there, saying nothing.

"I get that you love Halloween but it's not here yet so take that off please." My annoyance showed in my voice but I didn't care, she could have warned me she was going to try on her costume before she pranced around the house in it.

She slowly shook her head from side to side in response.

I opened the pantry door to throw away the empty ice cream carton.

A scream escaped my mouth, and my eyes were unable to look away from the body slumped against the wall.

Jenny.