Bloodlust || Ghostface x Female reader || Smut

Resilience

Chapter 2 - Resilience

Contains: Teasing, Non-consensual touch, blood-eating

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Your vision comes back as you find yourself on a path that looks like it was carved by peoples' footsteps. Just about 20 meters up ahead, you can see a warm light which is illuminating the trees around you. You follow your teammates that were just in the trial with you along the path and see another handful of people hanging around a rather large campfire. Your previous teammates take their seats at their respective empty logs and stumps around the fire. You go over to sit by Élodie and an Asian man with scruffy black hair. Hes wearing a green jacket and hes slumped over himself looking at his gloved fingers, keeping to himself.

"I'd say that was a pretty successful first trial!" Élodie exclaimed towards you as you sat down on a nearby log. The shaggy black-haired man looked up at you and lightly smiled. "Hi I'm Jake, what's yours?" He asked politely with a smile. "Oh! I'm Y/n."

"It's been a while since we've had a newbie in the realm." Jake questioned, mostly toward Élodie. Élodie nodded sweetly in agreement and Jake turned to you once again. "My first trial didn't end very well, I blew up a lot of generators." he laughs. "I see you escaped though! That's great!" He says with a comforting smile on his face. "What was your first time like?" He asked you curiously. You start silently giggling to yourself from his bad word choice. Jake looks quite confused as Élodie starts giggling as well.

"WAIT I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE TH-" You start to burst out laughing causing a chain reaction, making Élodie start laughing. Jake shakes his head in disappointment while smiling slightly.

"You guys are so immature." Jake says, returning back to his state of examining his gloves and keeping to himself. You and Élodie talk to Jake about your first trial experiences to get him to become more social.

"Yeah, I ended up getting killed by the killer's hand. That was not a fun experience, especially from Ghostface." Jake said. Apparently Ghostface was one of the more relentless killers when it came to the trials. "He's one of the four stealth killers, but the most annoying by far.. Stupid insta-downs."

"He's probably the most creepy, other than the doctor at least.." Élodie claims. "Yeah, Élodie had some really weird experiences with the doctor.." Jake says uncomfortably

"Like what?" You asked. Just then you feel an eerily cold gush of wind at your feet causing you to look down. You see the wind is some kind of black smoke and you see it heading towards you and Jake. It starts creeping up your legs and goes into your mouth and nose, entering your lungs and fogging your vision. It almost feels as if you were under a frozen lake and unable to come up for air. After a few minutes- Or was it hours? Seconds? You were too busy struggling to breathe to really keep track.

Shadowy beams start to tear apart the darkness and you take a desperate breath of air, falling to your hands and knees on the ground. You hear other heavy breathing after your first couple of breaths. You look up and see Jake, he's also breathing heavily and catching up on his breath. "The first time is the worst; You learn to endure it over time." Jake tells you. It made you really realize how long some of the other survivors have been here. Jake signals for you to follow him, and you obey his command. He leads the two of you to a nearby generator and you both start to progress the pistons in their motions. Overall the match is pretty silent, but apparently that is typical for the start of a match. Eventually the fourth and last piston starts springing to life. The generator is at about 85% progression a few seconds later, when suddenly you hear a scream from right next to you and the generator explodes in your face. Causing you to yelp and let go of the generator.

"FUCKK!! RUN Y/N!" Jake yells at you as he gets grabbed off the gen by a silent figure and thrown onto the shoulder of the killer earning a grunt of pain from jake as he starts trying to break out of the killer's grasp. Instead of running, your body practically lunges itself at the killer from pure adrenaline, knocking the three of you on the ground and tangling yourself in the killer's robes. You hear a moan of pain from Jake and a grunt from the killer. You recognise the description of the killer. Black robes and hood, kitchen knife, relatively tall, extremely stealthy.