How The Angel Fell: Ghost Face x Reader (DBD)

The Journalist

The Entity's realm, shortly before Ashley Stanley's murder

It had been months since I arrived to the realm. Months since I'd been a survivor. Months since Danny saved me. Months since we said we loved each other.

The life I lived now was simple and quiet surprisingly. I spent my days in Danny's makeshift home while he was on trials. Then he'd come home to me and we'd kiss and laugh and make love. I loved him and he loved me. It was dysfunctional at first but it was now perfect and happy.

Then the Entity got angry.

The Ghost Face was paying too much of his attention on me instead on appeasing it. So it asked him what it would be like if I never arrived at the realm.

Where would I be? What would I be doing? Would I still of fallen in love with him?

The Entity trapped me in an entanglement of arachnid like legs, pulling me down.

"No! No, you leave us alone! YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE!" I heard Danny shriek at the monster.

"Danny?" I asked worriedly.

My voice fell on deaf ears as I was engulfed by the Entity's legs, deeper and deeper I was plunged. The tight air grew foggy and my memory blurred, I forgot each second passing by like a goldfish. My eyes blissfully fluttered shut as I felt like I was floating through space. Danny was gone and so was I—gone from the Entity's realm and taken somewhere much more familiar to me. My memory from the realm was completely wiped and so was everyone else's, like I never went missing.

There was now nothing.

Now there was nothing but home—my real home.

The local gazette, now

Danny grinned and wrapped an arm around my upper back, pushing me forward to plant a kiss on my lips. I melted into it and stroked his chest with gliding hands. He gently pulled away with a smile before grabbing some photographs off his desk.

"So, next week I'm coming back into your work one last time about Ashley Stanley. You wanna come around here more often to work on the Ghost Face? I'd love for you to feel at home here." Danny asked.

"Aww! Yeah, I'd love to. And you know, there's actually something—!" I was interrupted by one of Danny's little journalist coworkers.

"Hi, sorry. I couldn't help but overhear..." the journalist began as he approached Danny and I.

Danny seemed to be annoyed and uneasy about this fellow journalist. He was toned and tall but not as tall as Danny. A glossy blonde mop of hair sat on the top of his head like a surfer's. He was blue eyed, tanned skin and all. I smiled politely at the man and beckoned him to continue, clutching Danny's arm affectionately.

"I understand that you two have been following the Ghost Face together. That was all fine and all, but now... since you two now seem to be a bit of an item... it's a little awkward." The journalist smiled fake nervously at us both.

Danny seemed unfazed before he replied, "I've been following the Ghost Face. I've been the main contributor of articles and photographs about him," Danny then draped an arm over my shoulder.

"My significant other has been visited by the Ghost Face. He's broken into their house and written them little notes. They're just giving me information about the Ghost Face. I've written articles about their experiences." Danny told the man.

He raised his brows, "oh? So you're this person the Ghost Face has been crushing on?" He smiled at me.

"I guess so." I cracked a nervous one back when I felt Danny tighten his arm around me.