Dick by Gaylight

Leon/Ghost Face

Chapter 4

I roll over, away from the glow of the fire. Another hour trying to sleep and totally failing. I decided to go to the cafeteria for some water and maybe a snack. The night is warm as usual, if not a little humid. The other survivors are either in trial or asleep. We tend to be exhausted after a trial and go straight to the tent, eating and drinking when we wake up if we get a chance. Many times I've been awoken by the invisible pull of the Entity straight to the campfire, and it takes away my hunger, thirst, and fatigue before we go in, sending us back weather by death or running back to the fire, then I grab a meal before resting again. But lately my appetite has been non-existent, and I basically only eat when necessary. Every time I think about what he said, how it was dangerous for him to like me. What does it mean? Did he admit he likes me or was he being metaphorical? And if it's really that dangerous, why did he hold me like that, and follow me up those stairs when he could've just let me leave? I have been mulling over these questions for two days, avoiding talking about them for fear of judgment. Even though my best friend Jill can tell something is wrong, she knows I would talk to her about it if it got bad. But this is something totally out of my grasp, and I have no way of knowing the ethics of it all. And if I'm being honest, I worry about him too. So stupid, I dont even know his name, and yet I drown myself in fear, all alone, so that nothing happens to him. Really, I know nothing about him at all, but what I do know for certain is that I would risk everything in this sick and cruel existence for another moment with him.

I grab a glass of water and what is the Entity's best version of bread and peanut butter. I slowly start to eat the snack, and my stomach rolls over. The sticky peanut butter in my hands reminds me of when he licked my cum off my hand, how soft his tongue was and how gently he held my fingers. The violence in him was invisible, and it's hard to imagine the same killer that had hooked me and so many others was the same guy that was cleaning his spit off of my legs with his own clothes, and being clumsy with my shirt. I want to please him so badly, it's what fuels me. I think it makes him happy when I offer myself to him like I did the other day. It made me happy too, I wanted nothing more than for him to use me however he wanted and leave me weak and breathless, even if I never make it out of the gate and the entity crushes my body and takes me back here in pain, it would be worth it. Maybe that's what he meant by dangerous. We have so little time together in the trials, and the other survivors make it that much harder with finishing gens while we are together. There has to be a way we can see each other outside the trials. Because if I'm here, he has to be somewhere too, and if he can see us before the trials, it can't be that far.

It had never occurred to me to explore further outside the camp. I'm usually too tired after a trial or occupied with other survivors. I chug the rest of my water and walk out of the cafeteria. I start walking toward the campfire, and then past it, following my intuition that the killer camp isn't far from the fire. We are surrounded by forest, so it's hard to see much further ahead. I try to be quiet as I tumble through the brush and woods. Not very deep into the trees, I see a light in front of me. I start to go faster, but I hear a familiar humming. Then, a hatchet flies through the trees and sticks to the tree next to me. A black fog quickly covers it and then it disappears. I crouch down in fear, and wait before I continue my trek through the woods. Another hatchet flies above my head. "What are you throwing at?" a female voice asks. "Whatever is in the woods!" the huntress says back. I freeze. They must have heard me, and I am about to die. I've never died outside of a trial before, but I do not want to find out what happens. "I don't even see anything," the female voice says. "Me neither, but it's fun to pretend. I'm bored as fuck." the huntress replies. I release the breath I've been holding. Of course the killers are blindly attacking anything that moves, including the leaves in the wind. I sneak, much quieter now, to the edge of the woods. I can clearly see some tents lit up by lanterns around the area. I stay near the edge of the brush, and look for any sign of which tent might be Ghost Face. I wait for quite a minute, before I finally see a black robe come out of a navy blue tent. He heads to the clearing and starts pulling items from the blood web. I sneak over to the back of his tent, and with a quick glance, I slide in the open flap. I see him pull a few more items, before he finally warts walking back. My heart begins to race, and I start to think of what a horrible idea this was. I could get called to a trial at any second, and so could he. Someone could hear us, or walk in on me and probably kill me. But it's too late to change anything, because his hand pushes the flap back, and he steps inside.