(time skip to when your sleeping)

"AH-" waking up in a cold sweat i realize i was having a nightmare.

i put my hand on my chest and sit on the edge of my bed, my feet touching the floor, trying to catch my breath

i feel a slight breeze against my back and look to see my window open

i already know who it is

going to lay back down i feel a body in my spot

jumping and looking at who it is- fucking bibtch. ghostface was staring at me, though this time his outfit was different

he wore a black hoodie that fit him nice, wearing the same mask, and some ripped black jeans paired with some combat boots

he had knife holsters on his thighs that held his weapons

"glow up?" i ask tired and laughing a bit

i go to the other side of my bed and lay down, making it to where my back is against the man who has killed so many other people

'maybe not the best idea'

i feel and arm wrap around my and a chest against my back

'warm..'

his hands glided down my body and made its stop at my stomach pulling me close, forgetting about my punch

"aH-!" the pain of it was getting kinda bad

the man behind me flinched and pulled back, turning me onto my back he slowly lifts up my shirt

seeing a large blue-purple bruise he seemed to noticeably seething

"who did this to you." he asked me, his hand slighty grazing over it, stopping as i flinched

"just some asshole i bumped into, its not a big deal." i say pulling at his hands trying to get him to come back

"what did he look like." he asked still pressuring it

"i dont know i forgot" i answer, really tired at the moment and just wanting to sleep

"dont lie to me." hes getting angrier

i slowly try and get up, stopping when i feel pain surge through my body

"fuck-" whispering lowly i try and get my mind off the pain and continue "im going to be alright, i promise, the bruise will be gone in no time" putting my hand on where i think his cheek is, seemed to surprisingly calm him down

he leans into my hand for a comfortable silence then gets up and exits my room.

he comes back with my medkit

"lay down for me hotstuff" he tells me and i lay down, trying not to express the pain i was feeling

he lifts up my shirt enough to see the bruise and puts some cream on it and then slowly starts to bandage me, wrapping gauge around my stomach

"your too nice to me, when are you gonna gut me like a pig" i say trying to make since of the literal killers odd behavior

"ive changed my mind on that but i can tease you" i can since his wink

"you wouldnt do that to a disabled person right?" i say nervously

"i would not, but your not disabled, and even if you were, that pretty face of yours would still drive me mad" he puts my shirt down and gets closer to my face

"you know how to use your words" i can feel heat rise to my face when he said those things

he puts his mask up, only his mouth being visible and the rest being to dark for me to see

our mouths only inches apart

'save room for jesus-'

when were less than an inch apart i close my eyes, kinda actually wanting it

'that felt wrong to think-'

when im bracing for impact, it didnt come-

he puts- pain killers? in my mouth

"swallow for me" i see his his smirk as he brings water to me

i swallow as he grins and kisses my cheek

getting up and going to my window

"ill be back later hot stuff" he fixes his mask and jumps out my window

"that was hot" didnt mean to say that out loud but DAMN hes HOT