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doll - ghostface ♡

CW: smut, knifeplay

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You were a bit of a loner, unlike the other survivors who would chatter away about trials at the campfire. You kept to yourself because you feared getting attached in a cruel and unrelenting dimension like this one. From what you knew about the entity - it was unforgiving. Even if you lived after dying each trial, you didn't trust it. You treated each one like it was your last. You put your all into trials. Not because you feared death - but because you had goals and motivations outside of this realm. A small part of you hoped that as long as you pleased the entity by playing a part of its twisted game, it might let you leave someday. You clenched your teeth, a soft 'tch' fleeing your slightly parted lips. The anger eventually dissipated, the feeling of dread replacing it instead.

You spent your free time wandering on the killer's side of the woods. You were scared, that was a given, but you had heard there was a pretty clearing in the woods with a small pond and you would rather not be apart of the mindless bickering that was happening back at the campfire. A survivor - Dwight, you believed - had been useless during the last trial and escaped through the hatch whilst everyone else died, and he was getting a firm talking to. You leaned your back against the tree next to the small pond, hands playing in the rather soft grass, picking and plucking at it. It seemed to be more of an anxiety thing, as your heartbeat had picked up as soon as you entered that area of the woods. Picking your hands up, you began to fiddle in your hair. Something felt... off. You felt uneasy, feeling almost watched. A shiver ran up your spine, goosebumps forming on your exposed arms at the sound of a voice coming from over your shoulder, gloved leather fingers finding their way onto your shoulders.

"What are you doing on this side of the woods, babydoll? Are you lost?"

His voice sounded almost like a purr. You couldn't pinpoint his intentions based on what he said. Regardless, he was a killer and it made you horrified.

"A- Am I not supposed to be here?"

You stuttered meekly. You cursed yourself internally for how girlish you were acting. It wasn't like you to stumble on your words, but you did admit that knowing he was probably armed had you more scared than it usually would've in a trial. In a trial, you knew you'd come back from dying - but outside of trials? God, you didn't want to find out.

"I mean... Obviously. This is the killers side of the woods, my dear~"

His voice was deep, and surprisingly more pleasant sounding than you would expect a killers voice to be. You looked at him from the corner of your eye, slightly tilting your head to the side in the process. The familiar screaming ghost mask, it was the Ghostface. You had been stalked, downed, memento mori'd, hooked, you name it - countless times from this stealthy killer. And he never spoke. His gloved hand moved from your other shoulder to snake down your side, something cold and metal pressing against your waist that was bare from the cropped shirt you wore.

"P- Pleas-"

You were cut off by his free hand grabbing your cheeks, forcing you to turn to face him. You squeaked in fear, eyes wide and sweat beginning to glisten on your brow bone. He chuckled menacingly, tilting his head to the side in an amused expression.

"Cat got your tongue, doll?"

He cackled coldly, his grip softening as he caressed your cheek with his gloved fingers.

"Poor little thing... If you're out here for too long, you'll be dead meat. What made you think killers would be merciful out of trial?"

The ghostface spoke rather condescending, his tone soft and sweet as if he were scolding a child. You stayed in place, too scared to move. You parted your lips to speak but nothing seemed to come out. You were stupid. How were you going to get out of this one? You were as good as a dead person right now. He was right. You were naive for thinking this was a good idea. Tears began to prick your eyes and a whimper fled your lips, looking up at him pleadingly with big doe eyes.