You sigh as you look at the clock. It's been almost an hour and Billy STILL hasn't shown up to your date. I mean if a guy is gonna ask you out he should show up to the date ON TIME, right...?

I could be killing someone right now, for heaven's sake... It IS my job, you know.  You think to yourself.

Your "job" as a serial killer, that is.

At this point you're starting to get worried about Billy, so you decide to call him. He doesn't pick up. You sigh again and decide it must've been a fake date, a "stood up date" as they call it.

You start to get up when suddenly a man bursts through the doors, disheveled as a man that had just been in a fight. In factz he kind of looked like he had been in one. "Billy?" You ask. He snaps his head in your direction and sprints over to you. "I'm so sorry, y/n... There was a...situation-" you burn with anger, cutting him off, "As if! You could've at least told me you were going to be late!" You hiss. He hangs his head and if he has a rail it would've been between his legs he looked so defeated.

He sighs, "Can you walk with me? I need to...confess something to you." You nod curtly.

You follow him around back towards an alley. This starts to alert your senses knowing what's probably going to happen next. Luckily, you brought your favorite toy in your purse, a knife.

You calmly walk over towards the wall to see what he does next. Instead of following the traditional path as some do, he immediately corners you to the wall. "I-I'm sorry I have to do this, Y/N. I really thought we were hitting it off...but, fortunately, I'll let you say one thing before you die miserably. Tell me, what do you think I am?"

You chuckle, taking the knife out from behind your back. "Your a serial killer, Billy Loomis...just like me." He is taken aback, possibly stunned at whaty you have said, so you take the opportunity to kick him in the balls, twirl him around, and take him in a headlock. "I like you, Billy Loomis...and that's the only reason I'm going to let you live....I look forward to our next meeting, killer." You say, smirking. Then, you release him and quickly put the knife back in your purse, walking out of the alley like nothing happened.