Billy was fucking tired. He was just trying to peacefully kill some girl, who turned out to be a total bitch. She was screaming the whole time, kicking and scratching. Billy had bruises on his legs from how much of a pain in the ass this girl was. All Billy wanted to do was get home to his boyfriend so he could hold him close and bitch about the terrible killing experience he had.

By the time Billy got home, he didn't even bother to lock the door, like it even mattered—he's the reason everyone keeps their doors locked. Billy tossed his keys onto his ghost-face mask that he'd thrown on the floor and walked into the kitchen, yawning, only to be greeted by his boyfriend jumping at his sudden appearance and yelping, his eyes wide. Okay, maybe showing up unannounced covered in blood could be scary, but still...