Ghostly Presence|| Ghostface x Reader

Getting Ready

Danny sent another one of his notebooks flying across the room as he breathed out heavily. His house was a mess. She had visited not that long ago and he couldn't stop the memory as it replayed in his head.
"I love you," she told him.
He had said it back too. The thought made him feel strange. He hadn't expected it to matter and yet here he was unsure of what he was feeling. He knew she had loved him the day she said it in front of Ghostface. It was all part of his plan though. He wanted this. So why was he panicking? He looked around his living room to see photos and notepads scattered across the room. Pictures and information on his victims. Including her. He had hid everything when she came over. Nothing too complicated. All he did was stuff everything into boxes and put them in the back of his closet. He knew she wouldn't go snooping around. He thought about her words again. Something about it made him feel... different. The photos he had taken of her were sat on his coffee table in the living room. Pictures of her when she wasn't looking. When she was oblivious to him outside of her home. He had learned everything about her. All of her quirks and every mannerism she had. He knew everything you could about a person. He had spent so much time watching her. She had consumed his life as much as he did hers. When he didn't visit as Jed he had lurked behind her house. He was even brave enough to enter a few times as she slept. He loved the photos he had taken of her. He filled every moment with her and the realization made his frustration grow again.
     He picked one of the photos up again from when he had visited as Ghostface. Her eyes were filled with fear and lust. He knew she liked him. Not just as Jed, but as Danny. So why wouldn't she just admit it? Why did she want him to leave when he knew she was sad every time he did? He exhaled as he remembered that night. Even as she asked him to leave she seemed unsure. She had hesitated on her own words. He wasn't sure what he expected when he went over that night. He had been pissed about the article she had written. He knew he shouldn't have visited her, but he couldn't help it. He was too full of emotion. That never ended up working well for him. He knew he had to plan everything and that night he hadn't. He just wanted to see her. He wanted her to tell him to stay. To admit that she liked him, but what would that have even lead to? It didn't matter anyways. The plan was to scare her as Danny. Break her and rebuild her as Jed. Coat her entire life with him until he ended it. Then why did it anger him so much that she had asked Danny to leave? It didn't change what he had wanted. It had been exactly what he wanted her to do. Then why was he freaking out?
     The thoughts bounced back and fourth in Danny's mind as he set the photo back down before rubbing his hands through his hair. This was all he was like lately. Unless he was around her he had been panicking. He would go to her home and as he played pretend as Jed it became more his normal self. When he was alone he had dissolved into anger. He was more conflicted than he had ever been. Danny was usually certain on his emotions. He always had a control on them. He had to in his line of work. Now he had been an absolute mess. He had started caring about things he normally hadn't. He cared too much about her. As much as he didn't want to admit it he knew that ignoring it would only be worse. He put his hands together as he thought from his spot on his couch. He tried to think of what had led him to this.
     It was because he loved her. He sighed as the thoughts loomed in his mind. He didn't think it was possible. He hadn't ever loved... anyone. He wasn't even sure if that was the right word for how he was feeling. He just knew that no matter what he did with her everything felt better. Even the simple things just felt amazing with her. He could spend hours with her and never get tired of it.
He knew this was a problem though. Maybe he had just been confused. After all it had been a while since his last kill. He was just out of his usual game. That's what it was. If he just got back to his normal activities he would feel normal again. He would continue his plan with her and then he wouldn't be like this all the time. He was new to this game and it had just gotten a bit off track. That was all, he reassured himself.
Danny stood up from the couch and walked over to one of the notepads lying on the ground before he picked it up and flipped through the pages filled with blue ink. He stopped when he spotted a familiar name. It was someone he had considered a while ago. Though he hadn't stalked him enough. It didn't matter though. Danny was set. He didn't love her. He was just confused and he needed to kill again. It had been too long and this was just the bloodlust at its max. That's what it was.
Why not kill her? The thought presented itself to him and he shook his head. It couldn't happen yet. He wasn't sure why. He just knew it couldn't. It hadn't been long enough yet. The plan wasn't complete. At least it didn't feel like that to him. He wanted more time with her. He knew regardless it wouldn't feel right. He had thought about it a few times. He thought about it almost more than anything else. No matter how long he wanted to wait or which way he wanted it to happen it never felt good enough. Something about it was missing.
     He didn't want to think about it any longer. He was too frustrated to try and continue to think about it. Part of him thought maybe he should just visit her again. Though he wanted to as Danny. That wouldn't be a good idea, he told himself. Maybe he would just go over as Jed again, but he also knew that wasn't a good idea. He wasn't in a good mood at the moment and there was only one way he had ever known how to deal with it.
     That was the thing about Danny. No matter what he had gone through or what he was feeling there was only one way he ever dealt with it. It was all he had grown to know. He wondered for a moment what he would even be doing if he wasn't killing. What would a normal life for him have looked like? Her face came into his mind again. Maybe he would still be with her. They could be living together and he could spend every day with her. As Danny. Himself. He could tell her the truth about everything and himself. He wouldn't have to lie or hide anything. He would be happy and they could do normal couple things.
     The frustration took over again as he tried to focus on his task at hand. He didn't like whenever he thought about things like that. It always scared him. He wasn't sure why. It just felt so foreign. It had never been something he wanted. He laughed at the people that lived such boring lives and yet here he was fantasizing about it. All because of her. He let out another deep breath as he tried to refocus. He dismissed the ideas in his head again. He had to.
     He walked over to his bedroom and went through the usual routine he did when he was going to follow through one of his plans. He had taken out a plastic tarp and walked back over to his back door and laid it down on the ground before he grabbed a basket and laid it on top near one of the corners. It was something he had to do as unfortunately his house was mostly carpet. He made sure to not get blood on anything he owned and washed his clothes well when he was done. He also kept a plastic bag with him so whenever he was done he could immediately throw his coat in it and wrap it tightly before he got home. Once that was settled he walked back to his room and started to get dressed. He threw on his usual black t shirt and pants that he would wear under his gear. He looked at himself in his mirror as he did so. This was him. He just needed to remember how much he enjoyed the kill. A deep breath left him as he stared expressionless at himself. He didn't need to worry. He was made for this. He went through the closet and pulled out his black duffel bag filled with his things. It had been hidden near the back and under a pile of clothes. He didn't have much in his home and what he did have mostly consisted of his gear. He just had the basic necessities to survive other than that. There was nothing more to him than what he did. At least that's what he wanted to believe. That this was all he wanted to do.
He made sure his coat and mask had been in there along with other things he knew he would need. The plastic bag he carried to throw his bloodied stuff in. His knife and a few extras. The small instant camera he used that he had taken from someone. It was a common one which made it even harder to track who he was. He also had a few cleaning supplies in case things got too messy. His coat was handmade. He learned to sew just for this when he began to realize his other outfits didn't serve much for him. This had been tailored to his every need. It wasn't a weighty material it was rather light and somewhat flexible. It allowed him to move around sneakily and quickly. He made sure the belt fit him snuggly so it wouldn't just slip off whenever. An extra layer had been added near the neckline to further conceal him with the hood. Though it didn't matter as much as some of the extra padding he added to some areas. After years of doing what he did he learned the places he needed to protect the most since some people didn't go without a fight. Especially that idiot in Philly that had nearly killed him. He scoffed at the memory as he carried his duffel bag on his shoulder before turning off his house lights and heading out the back. He had been lucky enough that his neighbors were idiots. They never payed much attention to what he did and because most of the people in his area were older they went to sleep earlier which allowed for a much easier access to and from his home. He set the duffel in the passengers seat of his vehicle before he took off.