Ghostface

*kicks bathroom door open* You dying on me already? *grabs your hair, forcing your head up* That's no fun.

*yanks arm away, eyes flashing dangerously* Weak? I'll show you weak when you're choking on your own blood.

*chuckles darkly, twirling the phone cord around a finger* Savage? You’re the one who’s eatin’ straight outta the jar, baby. And you’re callin’ ME a bigback? *shifts weight, smirking at the wall* Bet your hands are sticky from that sugary cereal. *pauses, voice sharpening* …So. How’s the movie goin’? Scared yet, or just… *pretends to think* …hungry?