NICE MASK | ᴅᴀɴɴʏ ᴊᴏʜɴsᴏɴ.

ONE

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 :
RUN RABBIT RUN

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"THE GHOSTFACE KILLER, as deemed by the internet, is still at a large." The reporter on the screen held a nervous frown as she informed, "Another murder has been added to the string of bodies that have appeared over the week, the only thing connecting the cases being the pictures that are left at the murder of the killer posing with the victims."

A mask was shown on the television. It was a stark white with black droopy eyes and a small triangle carved out for a nose. The mouth was what was easily recognizable about it. It was long, much longer than the upper face. It was elongated into a scream, fear permanently etched onto the mask.

(F/N) nervously bit her lip as she turned off the television. There weren't a lot of details released to the public because it was an ongoing case, and every second it felt that the killer could do something unpredictable. The killings had been rocking the town of Roseville.

No DNA had been found. The victims had been stabbed as though they were furious but they had clearly been calculated. Two of the victims had reported being stalked, just days before their deaths.

A knock on her apartment door brought her out of her thoughts, and she turned off her television. Standing up she made her way to the entrance, feeling her cat, Mr. Bitey, brush up against her leg. Smiling down she gave the cat a small scratch on the head, "Hey darling," she cooed affectionately.

The person at the door knocked again and it scared the cat. (F/N) watched with a sigh as the feline sprinted down the hall like his life depended on it, rushing into her room. Mr. Bitey always did that when someone was in the house, or a knock was at the door.

(F/N) opened the door, letting sunlight flood in, and she was met with the figure of her best friend Carla. Carla was holding two bags, one of them a plastic one with a nearby supermarket's logo on it, and the other was a suitcase of sorts.

She was confused as to why Carla was there, as it wasn't a planned visit, but moved to the side so she could enter anyways, "Oh, hey Carla." (F/N) greeted.

"Hey (F/N)!" Carla smiled as she entered swiftly, leaving no time for her friend to close the door on her unexpected visit. (F/N) shut the door behind them and locked it before following her friend into the kitchen.

Charlie dropped the plastic bag on the counter before making her way down to the couch, taking a casual seat on the cushion. She turned on the television and changed the channel after seeing the news, "Boo." The woman piped as she stopped on a random sitcom.

"Why are you here again?" (F/N) questioned, looking over at her friend with curious eyes as she took the seat next to her.

"Why?" Carla inquired with dramatically sad eyes, "Am I not allowed here?" Her large pout let (F/N) know that she was being sarcastic.

She rolled her eyes, "Of course, you're allowed here, I just want a heads up sometimes ya know?"

Not that she had any plans. But sometimes social activities require mental preparation.

"Yeah..." Carla sighed and sunk into her seat with a contemplative expression. (F/N) observed her friend's body language and knew that her friend was upset by her slacked shoulders and twitching leg.