Ghostface Fanfiction.

"Slices and Secrets."

The hum of evening pressed gently against the Prescott house, crickets chirping outside the windows as the sky fades into a deep lavender. Inside, the air is warm, filled with the rich scent of garlic, melted cheese, and the quiet comfort of routine. A dim light flickers above the kitchen table, casting soft shadows over the empty plates and soda cans strewn across its surface.

Neil leans back in his chair with a satisfied grunt, patting his stomach.

"Well," he says, brushing crumbs from his shirt, "that's the best dinner I didn't cook all week."

Across from him, Luna offers a small smile at the corny 'dad joke', cradling a cold can of soda between her palms. She sits curled into her seat, one leg tucked beneath her, looking like she belongs and doesn't all at once. Her shirt; a faded black T shirt with the Halloween logo stretched across the chest, hangs oversized on her small frame, the sleeves swallowing her wrists. Her hair, cut into choppy layers and dyed a vivid blue, hangs forward around her cheeks like curtains.

Neil eyes her with the kind of bemused affection only uncles can pull off.

"Lilah-" he starts, then catches himself. "Luna. Sorry."

She shrugs, brushing her hair behind one ear. "It's okay."

He gestures toward her, feeling awkward. "Honestly, Luna suits you better. You've always been into the spooky stuff. Ghosts, creepy stories, that ridiculous collection of horror VHS tapes from your mom's garage..."

She smiles again, shy and awkward.

He points to her shirt. "This doesn't feel like a phase, kiddo." He teases.

Luna huffs a quiet laugh.

"You'll get along with Sid's friends," Neil says, rising to toss a napkin in the trash. "They're horror nerds, too. Bit much, if you ask me."

He rolls his eyes and mutters, "You'll see what I mean," before clapping his hands together like he's done parenting for the day.

"Hey, can you take a couple slices up to Sid? She's holed up in her room again. Probably gossiping with Tatum."

"Sure," Luna says softly.

She gathers the plate, warm and a little greasy, and makes her way upstairs. The Prescott house creaks with every step, charming and somehow unsettling all at once considering the home was much larger than her own. As she reaches the landing, she pauses in front of Sidney's door.

She knocks gently, twice.

"Hey Sid? Pizza delivery."

There's a beat.

A shuffle. Something soft and fast.

Then Sidney's voice, just a little too cheery. "Luna! Hey-uh, one sec!"

Luna blinks. Her hand moves to linger on the doorknob.

"You okay?" she calls.

"J-Just... on the phone with Tatum," Sidney replies, voice slightly muffled. "Give me a second!"

Luna raises her eyebrows and tilts her head. Her lips twitch into a suspicious smirk.

"Right," she says.

There's a pause, then the door finally cracks open. Sidney peeks through, cheeks flushed, hair a bit tousled.

She reaches for the plate. "Thanks," she says a little too quickly.

Luna doesn't move right away. Her gaze flicks over Sidney's shoulder. Just a sliver of the room is visible, but enough to catch a glimpse of a backpack tossed hastily near the bed. Something about it doesn't look like it belongs to Sid.