Warnings: SMUT18+, Ghostface!Chris, mentions of murder/killing, death, blood, kissing, hair pulling, choking, biting, knife play, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, filth - italics are ghostface mode. Enjoy
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My Sam and Colby Ghostface fic is right here 🖤
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It was a small town, everyone has potentially heard of someone at some point, so the three bodies that have been discovered, so far, you had a connection to in some sort of way. But, so did everyone else, so you didn’t think much of it.
“Did you see they found another one?” Nick asks as he looks up from his phone.
You shake your head, “No, who was it this time?”
Chris chuckles a little bit, “Who wasn’t it, would be an easier question.” He stands up and you look up at him, “Where are you going?”
“To get a drink, you want one?” He looks down at you and you nod, “Yes, please.”
You watch as he walks away and you lean in, your voice low as you speak to Nick, “What’s going on with him?”
“What do you mean?” Nick whispers back and you glance at the door, “He’s been acting weird..” Nick furrows his brows, “I think you’re overreacting. He’s been up gaming with Matt on stream almost every night after you go to sleep.”
“So, he’s probably just tired.” You tilt your head, “Makes sense.” You lean back on the couch and Nick leans over, “Trust me, y/n. You don’t have to worry about anything. Chris would do anything for you.”
You nod, “I know. Sorry, I just-“
Chris walks back out and you stop talking, you look at the tv and rest your arm on the arm rest, your knuckles resting against your head.
“Here, ma.” Chris hands you a drink and you reach up and take it, “Thanks, babe.”
He sits back down next to you, his arm moving around your shoulder to pull you into him. He kisses your head and you can’t help but notice the slight smirk on Nick’s lips.
The first time Chris killed for you, it was like he’s been waiting his whole life to do something like this.
His first victim was a guy named Lewis. He got a little handsy with you at a party, and even though you kept telling him no, Chris couldn’t contain his jealous anger.
Once you got a little too drunk, he had Matt and Nick take you home while he proceeded to follow Lewis home. He walked down the streets, while Chris cut through allies, finally catching him enter one. He pulled the ghost mask out from under his shirt and slipped it on before running up behind him. He slashed him in the back and pushed him down to the ground.
Chris rolled him over and covered his mouth with his gloved hand and drug the knife down the side of his face before stabbing him repeatedly in the chest and neck before leaving the scene.
Lewis’ death was ruled out as him oweing someone money for drugs, lots of drugs.
As you went upstairs to bed, you stopped him before he walked over and laid down, “Can I ask you something?”
Chris looks up at you and he nods, “Yeah, babe. What’s up?”
“Do you.. game, after I go to sleep?”
He furrows his brows and he tilts his head, “Is that.. a problem?”
You shake your head, “No, no. The reason I’m asking is because.. I don’t know, I’ve been in my head lately and you just seem different.. I said something to Nick and-“
“You said something to Nick?” Chris steps towards you, “What did he say?”
You pause for a second, “That, you.. um, game after I go to sleep, with Matt? Was he not supposed to say anything because I’m not mad if that’s what you think.”
“No, I’m not.. mad, I just.. you can come to me about anything, y/n. I promise. No matter what it is.. I’ll always do what I can.” Chris takes your hands into his and you look down, gasping slightly as you see his bruised knuckles, “Chris what-“
“I rage quit last night and punched the desk. I’m shocked you didn’t wake up.” He laughs and you raise your brows, “You punched it that hard?”
He nods, “I couldn’t yell like I normally do because that definitely would have woken you up.” He chuckles and pulls you in, “If you don’t want me to game anymore, I-“
“No, you do what you want. Okay. Just, stay with me until I fall asleep?” You look up at him and he smiles, “That’s what I normally do.”
“Oh, so you’ve thought of everything.” You tease as you walk over to change into your pajamas and Chris slips off his shirt, “Yeah, kind of.” He smirks, walking over to fall onto his bed.
You walk around, climbing up onto your side and you move into lay your head on his chest, “Just.. don’t, punch the desk anymore. I don’t need you breaking your hand.”
“Okay.” He whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead, “I won’t.”
His second victim, was Brina. She was a demon to work with. You felt like she hated you for no reason, laughing at you, making snide comments, and even whispering to the girls that worshipped the ground she walked on about you as you walked by.
She would change the dates on stuff, making you late for meetings or just not show up in general. One day, she even went as far as telling your boss, who she was clearly sleeping with, that you fucked up a big order when you knew, damn well it was her. The boss was screaming at you to the point of tears, and you almost lost your job.
The day you came home crying about it, Chris went into action and as soon as you fell asleep, he had Matt on watch for you, ready to give you an excuse as to why he wasn’t there.
Chris was dressed in black from head to toe, the only thing that wasn’t black was the white of his mask and the silver of the blade attached to his knife.
He upped his game, sneaking inside of her house after he made sure she was the only one there, using a voice changer to disguise his voice as he tormented her.
“Hello?” Brina answers as she pauses her music, sighing when he doesn’t say anything right away, “Listen, if this is a spam call, don’t call back.”
“Don’t hang up.” Chris speaks, “I want to talk to you.”
“Tell me who this is, and maybe I’ll consider.” She rolls her eyes as she stands up, “Is this.. someone from work?”
“Haven’t you fucked enough people from there?” Chris responded and she scoffs, “I don’t have to deal with th-“
“Hang up on me and I swear to god I’ll make it slow.” Chris snaps and she swallows, “Who the fuck is this?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Chris opens a door and it catches her attention, “Are you.. are you in my house?” She stands up from her bed and stares at her door, “I’m calling the police.”
“Bad idea.” Chris hangs up, kicking her bedroom door open before lunging at her and slicing her throat. She drops to the floor and he stares at her, listening to her choke on her own blood before he leaves without a trace.
Her death was ruled as home robbery gone wrong, they nabbed someone else for robbery a few days later, pinned the death on him.
The next morning, you wake up and Chris isn’t there.
You let out a slight sigh as you get out of bed and walk downstairs to see him sitting with Matt and Nick on the couch.
“Morning.” Nick gives you a smile and you nod, “Morning.”
“Hey, babe.” Chris holds his hand out and you take it, allowing him to guide you around the couch to the spot next to him on the couch, “Didn’t want to wake you.”
You nod, “It’s fine.” You give him a kiss and look at the tv, “Another one?”
“Yeah, we went to high school with him.” Matt mumbles and you lean forward, “I dated that asshole for a few weeks.” You shake your head, “I guess he got what was coming to him.”
Chris’ grip tightens on your waist and he rests his head against your chest, “Sorry you went through that.”
You shrug, “I survived.”
“You guys wanna go out for breakfast or something?” Nick looks at everyone you nod, “Yeah I don’t feel like cooking anything.”
“Go get dressed.” Chris looks up at you, pursing his lips. You smile and press your lips to his, “Okay.”
You scurry up the steps to get dressed, and you meet them back downstairs to head out to Matt’s car.
Another thing you’ve noticed lately is how much Chris has been zoning out, but little do you know, he’s thinking back on each person he’s killed to protect you.
And thinking of the next.
His third victim, was your boss, Archie.. shocking, right?
He gave it a little bit of time after Brina, even though he was already planning on going for him right after he left her body on her bedroom floor.
Chris waited in the back of Archie’s unlocked car, it was dark. Not many street lights outback, and one camera that pointed towards the back door.
Archie was on his phone, texting as he made his way to his vehicle. He swung open the door, and got in. Chris reached forward, covering his mouth and stabbing him in the chest, right over his heart.
His voice was disguised as he spoke, “Rot in hell, asshole.” Then he delivered a few more stabs before getting out and opening his car door.
His death was ruled a car jacking gone wrong, they arrested yet another guy who was caught trying to steal a woman’s car a day later.
You see, Chris was a lot smart than anyone ever thought.
Every time news of a another murder came to light, Chris was right there, comforting you through every emotion you had at the time. He wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone, and you sure as hell didn’t feel like you were alone, even at home.
You felt so safe with him, safer than you’ve ever felt with anyone in your life.
“Hey.” You reach over, pinching his chin gently, “You okay?” He nods, tilting his head down to kiss your hand, “I have a headache that I cannot get rid of today.”
“We didn’t have to-“
“It’s okay, ma.” He smiles, “I promise.”
You smile at him, giving him a nod before you slide your hand down into his and continue your conversation with Nick.
Last night, after you fell asleep, Chris went to Matt’s room and he’s been stuck on the conversation and what followed after, ever since.
“You’re starting to crash out, Chris. You can’t keep going out every night like this. What if she finds out?”
Chris scoffs, rolling his eyes, “She’s a heavy sleeper, and plus, if she wakes up, I’m never gone long enough for the he walked down the street to the store to get you some stuff to not work.”
Matt shakes his head, “You need to tell her, before she finds out the wrong way.”
“Are you saying you’ll tell her that all of this was me?” Chris raises his brows and Matt shrugs, “I don’t know, Chris. But you need to either come up with better plans, or you need to get her on board with your shit so you don’t wig the fuck out on us from lack of sleep.”
Chris shakes his head and stands up.
“Where are you going?” Matt asks in a loud whisper and Chris glances back at him, “to the store to get her some stuff.”
But that wasn’t where he went, and Matt knew that. He went to find the asshole of an ex that you seen was dead on the news the next morning.
He found where he was, which wasn’t hard. He posts everything and anything. He was at a house party two blocks over.
He was standing out back, screaming at someone on the other end of his phone. With a huff, he threw his phone to the ground, shattering it as it hit the concrete. He turns around, stopping when he sees Chris standing there in his ghostface attire.
“Aye, buddy.” Steven laughs, “Halloween ain’t for a couple weeks.” He walks towards Chris, getting further away from the house, “The fuck are you doin’ huh?”
Chris pulls out his knife and walks towards him, and Steven laughs, “You’re not funny, pal.” He steps but Chris walks up to him, quickly throwing a punch that caused Steven to stumble back.
“You think it’s funny to beat on women?” Chris asks in his disguised voice, “There’s a special place in hell for people like you. And tonight, I’m punching your ticket to go there.”
“The fuck? I don’t hit women, okay? What is that bitch of an ex, y/n sayin’ shit again. I’m gonna fuckin’ kill her.”
Chris runs towards him, pushing him backwards and Steven flips over the guard rail and falls down the embankment to the stream of water.
Chris makes his way down there and stands over him. Steven groans, his head gushing blood from smacking a few rocks on the way down.
“H-help me.. don’t.. don’t do this, man..”
Chris tilts his head, bending down to hold his face under the water until he stops flailing around.
“Oh look.” You raise your brows as you click on the news article that popped up on your phone screen, “An update on the death of Steven Myers.” You read down over the article, reading aloud important pieces of it to the rest of the table, “Toxicology report said he was super drunk basically.. dah dah, dah.. he must have tripped and fell over the guard rail, not seeing it, I guess.. and he drowned. No sign.. of foul play.”
You shake your head as you set your phone back down on the table, “I mean, it was only a matter of time. His drinking was a big issue.”
“Like you said, he got what he deserved.” Nick raises his brows, “He was such an asshole.”
“Yeah.” You nod, “A major asshole.”
“Chris.” Nick points, “What the fuck happened to your hand?”
“Didn’t Matt tell you? I punched the desk because the game pissed me off.” Chris runs his fingers over the faded bruises and Matt laughs, “No fuck, I forgot to tell him. We were gaming and Chris was literally the last man standing and died right at the last fucking second.”
“I’m still pissed about that, actually.” Chris laughs, moving his hands under the table to grab your hand again.
Nick raises his brows, “And that didn’t wake you up?” He points to you and you shrug, shaking your head with a light laugh, “I guess I’m that good of a sleeper.”
“Yeah, I’d say.” Matt shakes his head, “That’s crazy.”
“Can we go home now? The feeling of being out with cops patrolling is giving me anxiety like I did something, you know?”
You nod, “I totally get what you mean. It’s kinda weird.”
“Well I mean, bodies have been found, you can’t just expect them not to do anything.” Matt looks at Chris and Chris sighs, “I didn’t say they shouldn’t, did I?”
“Okay. Okay.” Nick lowers his hands to the table, “Let’s go before you two start cat fighting.”
You laugh slightly at Nick’s words and follow Chris out of the booth. You make your way to Matt’s car when an officer walks up, “Gentleman. Lady.” He give you a nod, “Are you, y/n y/l/n?”
“Um, yeah. I am?” You nod, “Can I.. help you?”
He nods, “I just have a question, I was going to give you a call later but I seen you were here so figured I’d just get it out of the way now.”
Chris’ grip tightens on your hand and you take a deep breath, “What’s the question?”
“Were you with Steven Myers in any sort of way?” The officer brings out his note pad and you nod, “I dated him for a few weeks, but he was.. it was a rocky few weeks.”
“Can you elaborate more on that for me?”
“He was a drunk. Couldn’t handle his alcohol.” You shrug, “He got belligerent at times when I tried to help him.. it was just.. bad.”
“And.. you broke up with him.. when?” The officer tilts his head and you sigh, giving Chris’ hand a squeeze, “it’s been over two years now, but he still tried to contact me every so often.”
“Any contact with him last night?”
You shake your head, “No, I was at home. We all stayed in, watched a few movies and then went to bed.”
“And you were all there?” The officer looks at the guys and they all nod, giving him “yes” and “yeah” answers.
The officer nods, “Okay. Just wanted to double check.”
“Are we free to go now?” Chris sighs and the officer stares at him, “You in a hurry or something, mister?”
Chris shakes his head, “No, I just don’t like the crowd that’s forming around us.”
The officer looks around and sighs, “Alright, yeah. You’re free to go. Just, y/n, if I can have a number to make sure it’s the correct one on file.”
“Why would her number already be on file?” Nick asks and the officer points to you, “That’s on her to explain.”
You glance at Nick, “I filed reports on Steven before. Harassment and.. what not..”
Chris wraps his arm around your waist as you give the officer your number and then he quickly gets you in the car, sliding in next to you.
Matt and Nick follow and Matt starts to drive off, “Why the fuck did he act like you did it, y/n?” Nick looks back, “I mean, you get her pissed off enough, I could see going all..” he makes a creeking sound as he pretends to wield a knife, “You know what I mean?”
You laugh, giving him a shrug, “I was at home last night, so the only person who could have caused his death, was Steven himself. They already said there was no foul play, so.”
You sigh, “I just.. do you even think it’s smart to go to this fuckin Halloween party next week? Like think about it, all of the murders have been almost the same cause of death, like what if that person is still out there just living in the shadows until the right time?”
“Okay.” Nick laughs, “Now I really think you’re overthinking it.”
“If there was a crazy person carrying around a knife, don’t you think there would be more bodies being found?” Chris asks and you sigh, thinking for a second, “Yeah, yeah, you’re probably right. I’m just.. scared I guess? I don’t know.”
“That officer just stirred up a lot of bad emotion asking about ex fuckface, alright?” Matt glances back at you in the rearview mirror and you nod, “Yeah, that’s probably what’s happening.”
You look over at Chris and he takes your hand, giving your knuckles a kiss, “You’re good, okay. You’re safe.”
He tucks hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek, “I got you.”
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“So, who is who again?” You ask looking over the colored masks and fake weapons.
“I think I should be Leonardo, because.. you know, he’s the leader.” Nick laughs and points to Matt, “He’s definitely Rafael because of his attitude.”
“His mattitude.” You laugh and Matt nods, “Yeah that’s right.” He laughs and points to Chris, “ Michelangelo, hands fucking down.”
“Oh I already knew he’d be Mikey as soon as we decided to go as the ninja turtles.” You laugh and slide the orange mask and nunchucks and you grab the purple mask, “Guess I’m Donnie?”
“Purple looks good on you.” Chris smirks, “I like it.”
You smile and lay it down with your fake Bo staff.
“Here, Nick.” You slide over the plastic katanas, “You get these and Matt.” You slide over the plastic town said, “You get these.”
“Imagine if these were real.” Chris flips around the nunchucks and Nick instantly shuts him down, “No.”
Matt laughs and grabs his red mask, “I’m gonna go change, then once we’re ready we can head over.”
“Sounds good.” You turn to Chris, “Come on. Let’s go get ready.” He follows you upstairs with his costume and you walk into his room. You sit down to do you makeup first which doesn’t take long, and then you slip on your costume.
The guys have body suites with the design printed on them, you have a green dress with the design printed on them.
Nick convinced everyone that you all needed the turtle shells, so now you all have turtle shell backpacks basically.
You sit down on the bed, leaning down to put on your green boots to match the dress and you glance up at Chris, “Are you excited?”
He nods, fixing his hair to lay over the mask, “Yeah, I think we’re going to look pretty cool.” He smiles as he walks over to you, “Here.” He picks up your mask and spins you around, “Lay it where you want, I’ll tie it.”
“You know what I just remembered?” You turn your head slightly as Chris ties your mask, “What’s that, babe?”
You spin around, “the first guy they found? He was at that party we were at.”
Chris furrows his brows, “Was he?”
You nod, sitting back down on the bed, “It’s actually crazy, because he kept trying to talk to me and he kept grabbing me and even Kat was telling him to back off.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chris asks, knowing he already knew, “I would have beat the fuck out of him.”
You laugh slightly, “I know, that’s partially why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want a scene being made because we all were just having such a good time, he left after a while, and he obviously got his karma, so.” You shrug, turning towards him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner.”
He shakes his head, pulling you into a hug, “It’s okay.” He presses a kiss to your head, “But tonight, anyone fucking lays a finger on you, they’re getting smacked. I don’t care. You’re my girl.”
You bite your lip, tilting your head back to look up at him, “I like this.. protector vibe you got goin’ on.”
He smirks, “Yeah?”
You nod, “oh yeah.” You pull him in for a kiss, which quickly turns into a heated make out.
“Guys!” Nick bangs on the door, “Come on!”
You pull away, letting out a sigh, “Well finish this later.”
Chris smirks, giving you a nod, “Oh yeah.”
You walk over opening the door to see Nick and Matt standing there ready. You laugh, reaching back to grab Chris’ hand, “Alright. Let’s go.”
At the party, you were having a great time. Chris was glued to your hip, and you kind of figured it’s because of what you told him prior to coming, but either way, you didn’t mind.
“Do you need another drink?” Chris looks at you and you look into your cup, holding up your pointer finger. You finish the rest and nod, “Now I do.”
He smirks and nods, “Alright. I’ll be right back.” He takes your cup and walks away as you turn to Matt, “How ya doin’ Matt?”
He looks around, nodding his head, “I’m alright.”
You look at Nick, “And you?”
Nick laughs, giving you a nod, “I’m good, how are you?”
You sigh, “I’m actually having a lot of fun.” You look around, furrowing your brows when you don’t see Chris at the drink table, “Chris was supposed to be getting me a drink, but he’s no-“
“I’m right here.” Chris pops up behind you and you spin, “There you are!”
“Here I am.” He laughs as he hands you your cup, “Worried?” You shrug as you take a sip, “Not anymore.” You grab him by the wrist, “Come dance with me.”
“Alright.” He wraps his arm around your waist, following you down to the dance floor. You move your hips and rest your head back on his shoulder as you sing, laughing as you spill a little bit from your cup, “Oops.”
“You’re fine.” Chris smirks, his eyes moving across the crowd before he looks down at you, “I’m just glad you’re having fun.”
You nod, “I am. But don’t you think it’s kind of weird that Donnie and Mikey are dating?”
He laughs and shakes his head, “It’s only weird if you make it weird.” He pulls you in for a kiss and suddenly you’re elbowed in the back, letting out a groan against his lips, “What the fuck.”
“Yo, my bad.” This guy laughs, “I didn’t see you standing there.”
“Well maybe look a little harder next time, asshole.” Chris pulls you next to him as you rub the spot on your back with your hand.
“The fuck did you just call me?” The guy steps closer and Chris stares at him, “You fuckin’ heard me.”
“Nah, nah. I don’t think I did.” The guy chuckles and shakes his head, “It was an accident, bro. Seriously. Shes fine.” He looks at you, “Right?”
“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her.” Chris puts his arm out in front of you and you lean back, looking for Matt and Nick.
You try to wave at them chalantly, getting their attention to come over.
“Ah, I see. You’re one of them stupid controlling fucks.” The guys raises his brows and you step in, “He’s not.”
“Y/n, don’t.” Chris snaps and you press your lips together, looking back for Matt and Nick. They’re trying to make their way through the crowd, but people keep blocking them.
“Listen, I’m going to walk away now, before there’s actually a real issue.” The guy stares at Chris for a few seconds before stepping back.
“fucking finally.” You huff as Matt and Nick walk up.
“What the fuck is going on?” Matt looks between you and Chris and Chris shakes his head, “Elbowed y/n right in the back, laughed it off like it was a fucking joke.”
Nick and Matt share a glance and Nick sighs, “Come on.”
“Where? Why? What?” You look around as Nick pulls you with him. Matt gets behind Chris and pushes his forward, following you and Nick out of the crowd.
You make your way back up to where you were prior and Chris shakes his head, “Fuck this.” He walks towards the door to go outside and Nick stops you from following, “He’s pissed at us, not you. Just let him cool off.”
Chris walked down off the porch, around to the shadow side of the house and climbed up the lattice attached to it. He pushed the window up and slid in, closing it quietly.
“Why is he mad at you? For stopping a fight?” You raise your brows, shaking your head, “There’s something else going on, isn’t there?”
“No, y/n. Chris would have beat that guy, we didn’t want anyone getting hurt, okay?” Nick assures but you don’t buy it, “No, Chris has been acting off for weeks. You both know I, I know it, now what the fuck is going on?”
Chris slides his backpack off of his shoulders, taking out and putting on the mask and gloves before grabbing the knife, and waiting behind the door.
They look at each other and Matt shakes his head, “Chris will have to tell you.”
“Tell me-“ you scoff, “Tell me what?”
“Let’s just.. go find Chris and then we’ll go home.” Nick stands up and you push him away, “No. no.” You huff, bolting for the door before they can chase after you.
You go out into the porch, looking around for Chris, but you don’t see him.
You walk between the cars and around the house. You even go to Matt’s car, and Chris isn’t there.
You pull your phone out to call him, but it goes straight to voicemail, “Fuck.” You look around, “What the fuck.”
You watch as Nick and Matt come out of the door and you duck down, watching them as they walk off the porch.
You snuck back into the house, asking the nearest person where the bathroom was.
“Upstairs.”
You nod, glancing behind you before making your way up the steps. You bite your lip as you opened each door that was closed, peaking your head in before moving onto the next.
Chris slowly reaches into his bag as the footsteps grew closer, the anticipation growing stronger as his grip tightened on the knife.
You let out a sigh, ripping off your purple mask.
Chris isn’t anywhere to be found so far. You check the bathroom, knocking on it before pushing the door open and you spin around.
His breathing was heavy behind the black and white mask that hid his face, and it stopped once the footsteps stopped right outside the door he was behind.
You walk up to the final door on the right side of the hall, your hand reaching out to twist the knob before you push it open.
You let out a struggled yelp as a leather glove cladded hand meets your throat and pulls you into the dark room.
“Y-y/n?” Chris gasps, ripping off the mask, “What are you doing?”
You sit down on the ground, your eyes moving to the knife shaped silhouette in his hand and you push yourself backwards, “I-I, w-what..” your breathing was fast, your heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of your chest.
Chris looks down at his hand and shakes his head, “This isn’t for you, baby. Please just listen to me, please.”
“Who.. who’s it for? What-“ you felt like your head was spinning, almost like you were hallucinating, “Chris?”
He kneels down in front of you and you shake your head, “It-it was you?” Your eyes move from his face to the mask that’s in his hand.
It was like your hands had a mind of their own as they move to take it from his grasp. From the small sliver of light coming from the hall, your thumb rubs over the dry blood splatter on the white part, “Who’s is this?”
Your voice was barely there, you weren’t sure if it was from fear, or just being in plain shock.
“Can we-“ Chris stops talking as soon as your head snaps up to look at him, and he clears his throat, “Let me.. just.. pack up all of this and we can go home? Talk about this?”
All you can do is nod.
He pries the mask from your fingertips, shoving it back into his bag along with the knife and gloves. He zips the bag shut, throwing it back onto his back and stands up, “You can trust me.”
You don’t look up at him. You just stand up on your own and walk past him.
He quickly follows you out of the room and down the steps.
You push through the people, Chris calling your name as you choose to ignore him as you finally make it to the porch.
You walk over to the banister, staring down at the grass and you talk yourself out of puking.
Chris is standing a little away from you and you glance over, seeing Nick and Matt standing there staring up at you through the fake cob webs that surround the porch.
You push yourself off, walking past Chris and going straight for the car.
“I take it.. we’re going home?” Nick asks and Chris nods as his eyes stay on you, but you avoid looking at him.
As soon as Matt unlocked the door, you get into the front passenger seat, leaving Chris to sit in the back with Nick.
The drive home was absolutely silent. No one dared to even make a peep.
Before Matt could even put the car in park, you were unbuckled and opening the door to get out. Chris gets out quickly, following you up to the door.
You push it open, ignoring his pleas as you go towards the steps.
“Chris.” Matt calls for him and his steps behind you stop. He watches you go into his room and you slam the door.
You were sure what you wanted to do.
Your mind was absolutely racing.
Did you want to leave? No.
Were you scared? No, but should you be? Oh definitely, but it’s weird that you weren’t.
You didn’t know what you felt. You just sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the same spot on the floor trying to figure it out.
A soft knock on the door causes you to jump, “Who is it?”
“It’s Nick.”
You walk over, stopping as you reach for the door handle, “Are you alone?”
“Yes. It’s just me.” He answers, and you slowly open the door, peaking out around at him. He raises his brows, “Can I come in?”
You step out of the way and open the door just enough for him to get through and you close it right after he enters.
He walks over, turning around and just looks at you.
You slowly turn around, your back pressed against the door and you open your mouth to say something but no words come out.
“Before you say anything, just know that I’ve wanted to tell you. Both Matt and I did, but…” Nick pauses, “I honestly don’t know what else to say.”
“How about..” you clear your throat, your voice still quiet, “Telling me when, and how, and most importantly.. why.”
“Because.. Chris is a little..” he tilts his head and you squint, “A little what? Crazy? Psycho?”
“I was going to say crazy in love, with you, but those are also fitting.” He sits down on the bed and nods for you to come over and sit next to him, “I’m here to make sure you aren’t going to snap on him when he comes up.”
You walk over, sitting down next to him, “I don’t know what I feel, but scared isn’t one of them.” You look over at him, “Any normal person would run, try their damndest to get away, but I just.. don’t feel like running.”
“Chris.. wanted you safe. He hated seeing you hurt.” Nick runs a hand through his hair, “That’s why we pushed him away from the dance floor tonight because if we didn’t. He was going to snap on that guy who elbowed you.”
“He was upstairs.” You look back down at the floor, “after I ran out looking for him.. I hid by the cars and went back in when you and Matt went around the house. I asked where the bathroom was and went upstairs. I checked each room, until finally I went to the last room on the right hand side and..” you take a deep breath and Nick turns his body towards you, “Y/n. What happened?”
You look back over at Nick, but you look past him, “Chris.. he grabbed me by the throat and pulled me into the room.. I-I.. dropped down to the ground as soon as he said my name and took his white, blood stained mask off.”
“I don’t think he was waiting for you.” Nick shakes his head and you look directly at him, “That’s the thing, I knew he wasn’t.”
“It’s just a shock.” Nick raised his brows and nods, “I remember when Chris came home and told us what he did.. the look on his face..” he sucks in a breath, “It’s like it was any other night for him. He was so normal about it..”
“Who was it?” You take a shaky breath, “Actually.. I want to talk to Chris.”
“Will you be okay?” Nick asks as he stands up and you nod, “I need to know everything and who’s better to tell me than the man who-“ you sigh, “Just get him for me.”
“I’ll give you a few minutes then I’ll send him up.” Nick squeezes your shoulder and before he walks away, you stand up and hug him.
“What’s this for?” He asks as he wraps his arms around you, and you sigh, “Keeping him safe. I know he couldn’t have done this without you or Matt.”
Nick nods and squeezes you tighter before you let go.
You watch as he walks back over to the door and opens it to leave. You hear the click of it shutting and you lay back, your eyes glued to the ceiling.
After a few minutes, another knock is heard on the door and you sit up, watching as it slowly opens.
You swallow as you see Chris walk in and close the door behind him, “Nick told me to just let you talk, so..”
You point to the bed next to you, “Sit.”
He nods, walking over to sit next to you. You slowly turn your head, “Start from the beginning.” You look at him, “I want to know everything, every reason.”
He takes a deep breath, “Can I ask something first?”
“I’m not leaving, Chris.”
You see a slight relieved look wash over his face and he nods, “Lewis Youins. He’s the guy that got handsy with you at the party. I watched as you kept telling him no, but I got so filled with anger and jealousy that something in me just.. snapped.”
“Where’d you get the mask and stuff?”
“The mask was an old Halloween mask that Matt bought a while ago to try and scare Nick and I with.. the gloves I bought and the knife I got for quote on quote, camping.”
You nod, listening to him continue, “But, um.. Lewis.. I waited for a while, trying to talk myself out of doing it, but it just didn’t work. I just had this overwhelming urge to get rid of him because he was disrespecting you.”
A small smile appears on your lips, and you nod, “Continue.”
“I cut through alley ways, waiting for him to just cross into one, and when he finally did, I put the gloves on, pulled the mask out, and ran up to him.” He mimics what he did with his hand, “Slashed him in the back and got him to the ground. I covered his mouth and stabbed him.”
You sit up a little straighter, the image he splayed out for you popping into your head, “And then.. you what? Just came home and got into bed with me?”
He nods, “Well.. yeah, but after I cleaned up and showered and told Nick and Matt.”
You nod, “And the next?”
“Brina.” He sighs quietly, “The day you came home crying because of her and your boss, who I also took out..” he laughs slightly and you look at him, “You did that for me?”
He nods, “everything I do is for you, baby.”
You nod, kicking off your shoes before moving to your knees on the bed, “How’d you.. kill Brina?” You shrug, “And can you do it while you take this stupid costume off?”
“Uh, yeah.” He nods while standing up, “yeah.. I um..” he pulls the costume down over his shoulders and you bite your lip as his bare chest is revealed, “I got a voice changer, disguise thing.. put it on the inside of the mask, and I..”
You raise your brows as he strips down to his boxers, “Snuck into her house.. hid in a closet and called her.”
He stands there and you move your hand to where he was sitting, “Bring your bag over here.”
He furrow his brows and turns to go grab the shell backpack and he hands it to you as he continues, “I asked her if she’s fucked enough people from work and she threatens to call the police so I hung up.. kicked down the door and slashed her throat.”
You unzip the bag, “Should have made it slow and painful. She was a bitch.”
Chris raises his brows, “I didn’t.. know how you would- wait..”
“Save all the questions until the end please..” you pull the mask out, “Who’s blood does this belong to?”
He tilts his head, “Probably Archie or maybe Lewis? I don’t know. I drowned Steven.”
His words set a fire inside of you.
“You.. did that?” You raise your brows and he nods, “After you fell asleep, I went over to Matt’s room to talk to him. We had a conversation that I kept thinking about all throughout breakfast, mainly about telling you. It pissed me off so I went out, found him at apart two blocks from here and..”
He trails off as you pull the knife from the bag, “were you waiting for that asshole that elbowed me?”
He nods, moving to lean up against the headboard, “I was. I’m sorry about grabbing you the way I did.”
You shake your head, “You don’t have to be sorry.” You stand up, taking off your costume dress and you walk back over to the bed, picking up the knife, “I was scared.. at first..”
You look up at him, his eyes meeting yours as you move up the bed to straddle him. His hands fall into your waist, your bare chest on display for him, “Am I the only person you ever killed for?”
He nods once, leaning forward to press slow kissing up your chest. He tilts his head back to look up at you as he whispers, “The one and only.”
A smirk slowly spreads across your painted red lips and you lean down to press them to his.
A heated make out ensues, practically picking up where you left off earlier in the day.
You kiss back his jaw, stopping at his ear with your voice low, “I want you to bury yourself in me as you tell me why you’ve killed for me.”
Chris groans at your words, flipping you over onto your back as his lips attack your neck. You press your hands into his shoulders and look up at him, “I want you to do it while you have the mask on.”
Chris bites his lip and immediately reaches over to grab it and slip it on.
Your brows furrow and your back arches as he grinds against you.
You pull him down, pressing kisses along the white of the mask, leaving a faint lip print trail, “No one has ever killed for me before.”
Chris leans down, his voice low behind the plastic, “That’s because no one has ever loved you like I do.”
He slides his hand down your body, slipping it in between the band of your panties and the skin on your body. His fingers press harsh circles to your clit, earning moans from your parted lips.
“You drive me fucking crazy, but in the best way possible, baby.”
Your nails dig into his shoulders as your moans grow louder with the intention of his fingers into your achy cunt, “A lot of people look at you. A lot of people want to fuck you. I just wanted to make sure that I was the only one who would ever get to do that. I don’t like sharing.”
“Only you, baby.” You whimper out as your back leaves the bed, “I promise.”
“I just couldn’t take seeing people hurt you.” He shakes his head as his fingers thrusts into you a little bit faster, “There’s no need for a pretty girl like you to be crying, baby.”
You moan, your thighs quivering, “F-fuck.”
“So I stayed.. I listened to her choke on her own blood, and then I left. Came home to my favorite person asleep in my bed.”
You reach up, your hand laying on the side of his head, your thumb curving around to hook onto the raised part of the mask, “I’m always going to be here, Chris.”
“God I love hearing that.” He groans, “I’m literally obsessed with you.”
You bite your lip, your eyes rolling back, “K-keep talking, baby. I’m so close.”
“You’re so pretty. Literally the best person anyone could ever be with. I love your voice, your eyes, your lips, your hair. Everything about you is just so fucking perfect, I just want to keep you happy.”
Your body tenses and twitches as you come undone under his tough, your walls rapidly squeezing his fingers as he guides you through your high.
“You were literally made for me, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone try and take that away from me, or hurt what’s mine.”
He removes his hand from between your thighs and sits up. He reaches up, taking the knife that’s laying beside you and he slowly drags it down your torso.
A shuddered breath leaves your lips as you watch him stop it at your hip. He slides it under the silk fabric of your panties and slices it open.
He drags the top of the knife gently across your pelvis and doesn’t same to the other side, pulling them out from under you.
He drops the knife next to him and lifts your legs up to rest on his chest while he pushes his boxers down, “Like I said before baby..” a low groan escapes his lips as the tip of his cock rubs against you, “I’d do anything.. for you.”
He thrusts into you, your moans mixing together as you grip the sheets below you. Your hips roll slightly forward as your back arches, “F-fuck, baby.” You look up at him, his head in between your ankles, “Keep telling me how you did it.”
He drops your legs next to him and you wrap them around his waist as he bends down, “Archie was just plain fuckin’ dumb.”
Chris slides into you slow and deep, repeating his actions as he speaks, “He left his car unlocked, so I slid into the backseat.. waited for him, then when he finally came out, I stabbed him in the chest..” he groans, “Right over his heart.”
“Fuck.” You whine, “Did you say anything to him?”
“I told him to rot in hell.”
You moan at his words, tightening your legs, “F-fuck.”
Chris slides his hand up, laying it around your throat, “You know I’d never hurt you.. I could never hurt my girl.”
You lay your hand on his, encouraging him to squeeze harder, “I know.” You whisper out, a squeaked moan escaping your lips as his grip tightens.
“And then, Steven..” Chris lets out a chuckle, “That asshole basically did all the work for me.”
You focus on the mask above you, your lips parted as his thrust grow faster, “Caught him outside, yelling at someone on the phone.”
His thrusts slow down again, “He say me, thought I was playin’ around, so he came at me. I threw a punch, knocking him back. I asked him if he liked hitting women and the..”
His grip loosens from your throat and you gasp, “what?”
“He said he was going to kill you, so I knew I had no other choice but to take him out first..”
You reach up, pulling the mask off his face and tossing it to the ground, “Yeah, you did.” You pull him in for a heated kiss and his thrusts pick up.
“I ran.. towards him..” Chris explained while continuing to kiss you, “Knocked.. him over.. the guard.. rail.”
You nod, your arms wrapping around his neck as you moan, “Fuck, baby.”
“He smacked his head off a rock on the way down. He laid there pleading..” he chuckles, “Begging for me to help him, but I didn’t.”
“Tell me what you did, baby.” You look up at him, whimpers and quiet moans leaving your lips as he kisses up your neck to your ear, “I held his head under the water until he stopped moving.”
You drag your nails up and down his back, “So that’s why you were so weird about the cops earlier.”
He nods, “Yeah, I can’t get taken away from you. I’d go fucking crazy.”
“As if you already haven’t.” You smirk as he sits up and he tilts his head, “If loving you so much to the point of killing someone who touches you is crazy..” he smirks, “Then consider me fucking psycho, baby.”
His lips connect with yours before he pulls out, “Roll over for me.” He bites his lip as he watches you roll over onto your stomach.
He grips your hips, pulling them upward and he slides back into you. You moan into the pillow and Chris reaches down to pull it away, “Uh uh, I wanna hear how good I make you feel, baby.”
You let out a loud moan, pushing your hips back as he thrusts into you, “F-fuck, Chris.. baby.” You gasp, “I-I-“
You arch your back down, letting out a whine as you feel the cool metal of his blade drag down the line of your spine.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
“So incredibly mine.”
“Yes, yes.” You pant out, “Y-Yours.. yours, all yours.”
He drops the knife and grips your hips, “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” His trusts pick up before he falls forward, his one hand resting by your head while his other arm wraps around you waist, “one more time, can you cum one more time for me, baby?”
“Y-yes.” You whimper out, attempting to turn your head to see him, “Yes, baby.”
He kisses over your shoulder, “I love you, so much, y/n.”
“I-I.. I love you, Chris.” You moan as you squeeze his cock, moaning out as he guides you through another high while listening to the moans he’s constantly pulling from you.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my girl.”
He rests his forward against hours as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his groans low in your ear as his thrusts slow down.
He grabs the knife that’s next you, tossing it to the floor before he collapses onto the bed beside you.
He turns his head, giving you a slight smirk, “So.. I take it you’re not mad?”
You shake your head, moving up to lay your head on his chest, “In a sick, and twisted way.. I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
He presses a kiss to your forehead and you let out a sigh, “Are you still going to get the asshole who elbowed me?”
Chris nods, “Yes I am.”
“Good.” You lay your arm over his waist, “I wanna help.”
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