The slam of your car door was soon followed by Danny's as you stepped out into the open air of the parking lot of the Superstore you'd decided to go to. This store had all the food you could dream of as long as a limited clothing section, just big enough to buy the basics for everyone back at your home while still having enough variety to generally fit their tastes. Danny paused once he'd stood to his full height, staring around at the people bustling back and forth in and out of the store. He already looked the tiniest bit intimidated, though as he caught you staring and you shot him a smile, he set off towards the store, a little bit more confident. You hurry to catch up to him, walking along at his side.

"Overwhelming?" you ask with a side-glance, catching the shake of his head.

"No," Danny began, "Not as bad as I'd thought it'd be. It's just different not having to hide." an odd pang of sympathy filled your gut at those words. You could never imagine having to spend your whole life in hiding like he has.

"Would anyone ever recognize you?" that was one of the things that had been nagging in your head since you left the house. After the discovery that the killer was under the alias 'Jed Olsen', they'd matched a face to the name and pasted it all over the state. It had been a while since the posters showed up, though, so you weren't sure how nervous to be.

Danny simply shrugged as a response, "Who knows. Depends on who sees us, their memory, if I know them personally, etcetera etcetera. With your luck, Sweetheart, we might just get recognized." it was clearly a joke, but it made you a little unsettled anyways. Danny noticed, and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We'll be just fine, Honey." you take in a deep breath, and nod your head.

"Yeah, yeah we'll be alright." you arrive at the carts, pulling one away from the others and pushing it in through the big glass doors, into the market. The smell of crappy AC and the high noise levels hit you all at once, and you sigh. You'd never liked busy supermarkets like this one.

"So where to first?" Danny hopped onto the front of the cart, leaning against the front of it to face you. You smile, and roll your eyes as you always do with Danny.

"Food, obviously."

"Well, I mean like, what food?" he specifies, rolling his eyes right back at you.

"Just aisle to aisle. What dinners do you guys want this week?" you were pretty indifferent to what you made to eat, and were more focused on satisfying your housemates than yourself.

Danny thought for a moment, then gave up with a shrug.

"I'm not one for dinner ideas, unless you consider grilled cheese or soup variety." you entered the first aisle, scanning the shelves in silence. The first aisle was pretty empty of things that interested you, though Danny pointed out a flavour of tea you'd run out of that Brahms enjoyed. The next aisle held mainly snacks like chips, crackers and cookies; Danny stocked up on the cookies, grabbing one too many boxes but you let him have his fun and help himself just this once, a sort of unspoken 'thank you' for showing his face and trusting you. For dinners you stocked up on plenty, hoping to not have to come back to this store for a few weeks. It'd be pricey, but you had a huge fridge and a spare freezer in the basement so you could store up anything perishable. It took a good thirty minutes to get the food alone and your cart was packed, so you decided to purchase the food and store it in your car so you could have an empty cart for the clothes shopping. So now, you stood side by side in the mens clothing section, looking for the biggest size, the only one that would fit Michael and Jason.

"Blacks and greys, I'd say. Maybe green." you mumbled out, half to yourself, trying to guess what colour of t-shirt the killers would prefer. "What do you think, Danny?" you turn to your left just to stare into thin-air. "What...?" you take a step back to scan the hall to the left and the right, deciding he must have wandered off. The moment you turn back to the clothing racks Danny bursts from their depths, drawing a yelp of surprise that made your face heat, drawing glares and curious stares from those around you.

"Danny, you asshole!" you hiss, hitting him playfully on the shoulder, "That was a dick move!" He broke out into a fit of raucous laughter, fighting not to double over as you calmed your now-racing heart. "Shut up, you're bothering people!" you were starting to laugh too now, shooting apologetic gazes at the people around you.

"I can't believe that got you, how did you not see me?" Danny said through his laughter, fighting to calm himself down as he pushed his way completely out of the clothes racks.

"You're quiet, okay? Jesus, Danny." you sigh, a hand running quickly through your hair.

"Worth it." Danny whispered to you after he finished laughing, earning a playful glare in return. "And, uh, Michael likes blue, Jason likes greens and browns."

"Finally, something helpful comes out of your stupid mouth." you giggle again, pulling a dark navy shirt from the rack and handing it to Danny to make sure the size is right. He places it in the cart as you hand him a green one.

"I'm offended, Sweetheart! Am I really that useless?" he elbows you gently, "What would you do if I wasn't here to tell you their shirt sizes, huh?" you giggle and shake your head.

"You've got me there, Ghosty." you return his gentle elbow to the ribs and grab another shirt for Michael. It's set in the cart as well, and now you've got shirts for everyone so you move over to the pants. Danny doesn't pull any tricks this time as you pluck a pair of jeans and a pair of sweatpants for each killer off the hangars, then head over to find things like sweaters and socks. Your cart looks like a teenagers untouched laundry basket by the end of it all, but there's all of the basics, enough to get one through the week without cleaning their outfits every night. You'd even picked out bathrobes and pyjama pants, and Danny insisted you bought a pair of bunny slippers for each and every one of them. You cracked when he teased you with the idea of Jason or Michael in the bright pink pairs; you had to at least try to see that in person. You made your way up to the till now, trying to lay the clothes out neatly on the conveyor belt as not to annoy the clerk.

"Quite the wardrobe you're purchasing here!" the man behind the counter smiled, though the confused look on his face was enough to tell you he wanted answers, "What's that all about?"

"Oh, uh..." you were never that great at lying, but thank god Danny spent years and years with a fake name, profession, etc. because he was great at it.

"We just moved in around here with some friends but our moving truck won't arrive for a few days." he was perfectly calm, his expression showing as if he believed the lie himself, "Something about an overflow of rentals. Not enough vans, they're being spread too thin."

"That's a real shame." the man frowned sympathetically and began to scan the items. "Your total comes to 278.54$." wow, that's a lot of money, but you've gotta do what you gotta do. You swipe your debit card and complete the transaction with your pin number, grabbing the grocery bags as they're extended to you. "Have a good day, and good luck with your moving dilemma." the man waves as you leave, and you wave back with full hands.

"Quick tongue, Danny." you smile, and he returns the gesture with a shrug.

"Hey, no problem if it's helping you out Doll~" he shot you a flirty finger gun, making you blush and scoff.

"What's up with those nicknames?" you ask. That question had been in the back of your mind for a while; you didn't mind them, but they were definitely odd. Another shrug.

"Dunno, just a habit I guess. Using those when I was Jed always got me what I wanted." again, his voice was smooth and void of regret despite confessing to his manipulative ways, "Not that that's what I'm doing to you. I just think they suit you." that second sentence was almost frantic, as if he was afraid to offend you. You turn to face him with a smile,

"Calm down, Danny. I know you'd never do that." You grab the car keys from your pocket and unlock the car, throwing the bags in the backseat. You were about to open the drivers door when Danny told you to wait.

"I have somewhere we need to go before we leave, come with me." he turned on his heel and made his way towards the street. You locked your car again and hurried to catch up with him just as he set foot onto the road, quickly looking both ways and limping across as fast as his leg would allow him.

"Where are we going?" you called out to him, catching up as he stepped onto the opposite side of the road.

"Just a place." he smiles and takes your hand, slipping into an alleyway.

"What's with the alley, Danny?" you ask with an edge to your voice. The alley was dark and deserted, giving you the creeps.

"Just a shortcut." his responses were short and vague and he kept shooting you amused glances when you'd jump at the wind tossing a bottle across the path or a rat rifling through a dumpster. At last, you reached the other end of the alley, "stay here, I'll be right back." he slipped into the building to your left through a back door, leaving you alone in the shadows. You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the wall directly beside the door, tapping your foot anxiously. What were you here for? A sudden crash to your left ripped your attention away as a bottle smashed against the ground, knocked from the top of a trash can.

"H-Hello?" you call out, taking a cautious step away from the wall and closer to the smashed bottle in an attempt to decipher the situation and see who was there. You almost jump out of your skin as a black cat erupts from behind the trash can with a hiss, turning tail and sprinting down the alleyway further into the shadows. "Jesus, stupid cat." you hiss, settling back in your spot against the wall. "Scared the ever-loving shit-"

"Boo!"

You let out a screech, whipping around to your right and stumbling backwards, colliding with some trash cans and falling to the ground.

"Danny!" you growl, clambering to your feet with a scowl angrier than the one form the store. "What is your problem? Stop scaring me like that!" Again, Danny was cackling his cruel ass off, trying not to spill the two drinks he held in his hand as he did.

"Sorry, Sweetheart, it's a bad habit!" he choked out between laughter, wiping a tear from his eye with his wrist. "Here, here I got you a drink." he held out the cup, still quivering with laughter and shaking his head, "It's bubble tea, I get it free from a... contact." You tilt your head, still angry at Danny then snatching the drink away with a pout.

"Fine, Danny." you mumble.

"Oh, don't be mad Hon!" he sighs, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you close in a side-hug. "Just a joke, sorry."

"It's ok." you sigh out at last, "I'll get you back for that y'know." Danny chuckles and shakes his head.

"I'm unscarable Baby, no way you're spookin' me."

"Just you wait!" you and Danny set off back through the alley towards the parking lot, deep in conversation and oblivious to the shadows around you. "I'll scare you, I promise."

"I already said, I'm not scared of anything! Not jumpscares, dolls, spiders... nothin' like that." he takes a sip of his bubble tea, and you take one of yours; it tastes of mango and pineapple, delicious.

"What about Michael? You're scared of him aren't you?" you nudge Danny teasingly as he feigns offense,

"You really think I'd be scared of that brute? He's all bark and no bite! He-" you two were lost in your conversation, you didn't even notice the man leaning against the wall or the leg he quickly extended until Danny was losing his footing and crashing to the ground, directly onto his bad leg, drink splashing against the concrete. Your gaze snapped up to the man who was obviously a little bit drunk or high or maybe both, and for sure looking for trouble. As Danny hit the ground and let out a startled yelp, the man let out a deep bellow of a laugh, pulling a blade from the pocket of his sweater.

"W-Woah, we don't want any trouble!" you say quickly, stumbling backwards and then hurrying forwards once more to help Danny to his feet.

"Shit, my leg..." he cursed, shooting you a nervous glance, a glance that read 'the stitches might be messed up again'.

"I recognize you, boy!" the man hissed, taking a threatening step towards you and Danny as he stood once more. The moment he was completely on his feet, the attacker dove forwards and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt.

"Hey, calm down, what the hell is your problem?" you shout, but as the knife was lifted to Danny's throat in a silent 'stay back', you froze.

"Sir, I think you're mistaken!" Danny held his hands up submissively, shaking his head. "I've never seen you in my life!"

"Your face was all over town a few months back! You're that... that killer, Jed!" The knife was shoved against Danny's skin, forcing a hiss of pain as it threatened to draw blood. "You killed my son!"

"H-He's no killer!" you defend, a hand rising to your mouth as panic flared inside your stomach. The man's gaze snapped to you, a grin splitting his features. His gaze flicked back to Danny, and then he viciously threw him to the ground, the sickening crack of Danny's skull on the concrete making you cry out alongside him. "Stop, what the hell do you want?!" you hiss, shifting to collapse beside Danny. The man took a threatening step forwards, blade cutting you off and forcing you to stand back and skuttle backwards.

"Ah ah ah, stay back," the man tutted, shaking his head. He stepped over Danny's crumpled form as he clutched his now-wounded head with a groan. "This asshole's," he kicked Danny hard in the ribs and made him cry out, "has been lying to you, sweetheart." you shiver. The name doesn't sound right in anyone's voice other than Danny's. "I would treat you much, much better." the man pulled his hood back, revealing his dark brown hair and scarred face. His eyes held a sort of craze, the dark green swirling with madness. He held out a hand, the calloused skin brushing against your cheek.

"Hey, get away-" you're silenced as a hand whips against your cheek, sending you spiralling to the ground with a scream.

"Don't touch her!" Danny's scry erupts as you land on the ground, spilling your tea and scraping your elbows. His words were met by a sharp kick to the stomach once more. That seemed to be his breaking point. The man turned back to you, the madness in his eyes joined by rage.

"Stupid bitch, talking back! Didn't your dad teach you anything?" you could see Danny struggling to his feet, silent as the wind. Once on two legs he stumbled a little bit. You needed to stall for time as Danny recovered. You scramble backwards on your hands and feet, back pressing against the brick wall.

The man stalked up to you like a predator to prey, blade glinting in the afternoon light.

"I'll teach you a fucking lesson!" he lifted his arm, the blade swinging towards you closer and closer. You squeeze your eyes shut, preparing for impact, thinking of how ironic it was that you'd tamed killer after killer only to be sliced up by some petty street thug!

"" Danny's erratic scream shattered your eardrums and dragged your eyes open. You watched as Danny tackled the man, knife in hand. The man screamed, startled, kicking his leg out into Danny's stomach in an attempt to throw him off. They rolled, the man now on top, but Danny quickly and easily flipped them again. "" Danny was shaking, breathing heavily, blade lifted and swung downwards into the man's chest. The man let out a shredding scream, swinging his own blade at Danny blindly. Pulling his knife from the man's chest, Danny swung it at his arm instead, stabbing it directly into it as it swung through the air. "" Danny hissed, giving the blade a vicious twist. With another scream, the blade clattered to the floor. "" The knife was ripped from it's previous home, lifted and plunged into the man's chest again. You had to stop Danny from killing this man. Danny was scaring you; what if he turned to you next, got lost in the lust for blood?

"Danny, stop!" you cried out but he didn't hear you.

"I told you he's a killer!" The man cried out, his voice a borderline sob but he was clearly fighting to keep his cool, to keep his pride since it was the last thing he possessed.

"" Danny screamed, knife out, knife in, right back into his chest.

"Help me!!" the man cried out to you with frantic eyes, and outstretched hand. Knife out, knife in.

"Danny, stop you're scaring me!" knife out, knife in.

"" Danny's voice quivered with strain as he screamed. People would investigate soon, police would arrive, he'd be taken away.

"I'm sorry, don't kill me, please!" the man was crying now, hands pinned rapidly under Danny's knees.

"" Danny's voice echoed throughout the alleyway, deranged, psychotic, unhinged entirely. The knife was ripped out, and swung down, down, down, right into his throat. It was ripped downwards, down his stomach. You couldn't hold in a sick scream as the man was gutted, Danny paying no mind as blood spilled from the wound, onto his hands, his stomach, his face. It reminded you that he really was a deranged killer.

Your scream echoed out, cutting off as a sob broke free from your body. Danny pulled free his blade, delivering three more stabs to the already-dead man before he finally stopped. He panted out heaving breaths, then let out a low, terrifying chuckle.

"" he doubled over, staring into the dead eyes of his victim before his head slowly, almost mechanically turning to face you. His eyes were dark, they weren't Danny's. His yellow eyes looked almost black, crazed. He sat up, gaze glued to you as he did. Still crouched, he stepped off the body towards you, tilting his head as he began to approach you. You were shaking almost as violently as he was as he crept closer and closer, before lifting a bloodied hand towards your face. Your voice was stuck in your throat as it inched closer and closer before suddenly freezing completely. His eyes flooded with a sudden mixture of emotions, glee, confusion, relief and on top of it all utter fear. He suddenly tensed up, his hand moving away from your face in an instant. He stared at his hands, the blood, the blade, then they both went slack and the knife clattered to the floor. "S-Sweetheart, I..." he looked at you, your tear-streaked face, your fear directed at him. His hands tangled into his hair, and he began to shake his head. "I-I..." he grabbed his blade, bolting to his feet and setting off into a sprint, away from you, into the shadows, leaving you there with blood on your shoes.