Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen | Ghostface

"JOKE TAKEN TOO FAR?: THREE YOUNG ADULT MEN FOUND DEAD IN GRUESOME ROSEVILLE ARCADE MURDER."

Did that sound too tacky? Too...wordy? Danny- except he wasn't Danny now, he was just - Jed. Jed drummed his fingers against the desk in a rhythmic motion, chewing on his lip and scratching at a spot on his knee from when one of his previous victims put up a good fight. Shame he's dead. Made a damn good headline, though. Papers were selling more than they ever had those few weeks. Of course, Danny would know.

But not Jed. No, Jed was the friendly and outgoing journalist, newly hired for the Roseville Gazette. At this quaint, small, shitty town where nothing happened - until the Ghostface came in and turned that on its head.

Enter Jed Olsen - currently mulling over the new article his boss gave him the privilege of writing. This one was particularly difficult to dish out - he'd had the most complications with the process of this 'design.' He - well, Danny - had acted on impulse for this one. So unlike him, hadn't happened till that day with dear old dad. Jed urged himself back to the present. The damn paper. Haven't even gotten fucking started. Boss wants it done by Friday at the latest, and CraveU user's gonna be on my ass about it, too. CraveU user. The other poor guy he was working with. He was okay, for the most part. He didn't bother Danny too much, that was good. At least CraveU user, for all he was worth, was tolerable. During his time in Roseville, he'd considered killing him off at least a few times. Just a few. Nah. Maybe I'll keep him around.

Speaking of which - footsteps? By the door? Probably CraveU user stopping by to see how this article's going. Danny retreats, and lets Jed take over, forcing a good ol' smile on his face.