Ghostface Fanfic(s?)

1. Do you like games?

It was semester and our main character, Daela, just finished her final day of work. She was tired but not exhausted. Daela decided to put on a movie she could fall asleep to in her living room when suddenly, her phone rang, from an unknown number. She answered the call and put her phone to her ear, but before she could ask who it was, a voice like gravel was heard.

"You know... You're not supposed to answer calls at this hour.."

Daela was speechless. Why call someone, then basically saying they didn't want you to pick up?, she thought to herself.

"But- you're the one who called?"

She answered, somewhat confused.

"Don't interrupt me dear~ Now, where was I?"

The man on the other line didn't like to be interrupted. He liked to be in control. It was a part of his personality. His persona.

"You stopped after '-answer calls at this hour'."

She responded, trying to be helpful. But he didn't find it helpful at all.

"How... Rude of you."

The annoyance in his voice made it clear for Daela that he really did not like being interrupted. He hated it. Especially when he was in mid-sentence because it ruined his train of thought. The urge of wanting to hurt Daela grew more, but he knew he couldn't break the rules of the game..

"I-I'm sorry. I just wanted to help you, sir!"

Daela explained. Getting criticism wasn't her strong suit. She worked in a restaurant as a waiter and cashier so whenever someone spoke about their dissatisfaction, she got weak in the knees and apologized immediately. A defense mechanism she learned to keep her job. But he ignored her apology and spoke again. Now, more confident and calm tone.

"Now, you're right. You shouldn't have answered the call at this hour. And I'm not a "sir"."

He didn't like formalities. He was a psychopath, a killer. Being all formal with him made him angry, like he wasn't taken seriously. The line went quiet. Daela stayed silent to not upset him anymore and this made him smile. She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"You answered my phone call. So, we're gonna play a game. Do you like games?"

He seemed cocky and he loved when she did as he said. He couldn't wait to see her in sweat, seeing her in fear. After all, Ghostface was known for taunting his victims before killing them. But Daela continued being quiet, and an awkward silence was the only thing that could be heard. He noticed and got annoyed again.

"Don't be so quiet."

He commanded. He wanted to hear her trembling voice.

"O-Oh!"

She gasped, tripping on the words in nervousness and surprise.

"Sorry, sorry! I was afraid I would interrupt you again! And yeah, I guess I do? It all depends on what game it is"

She responded truthfully. He chuckled.

"Well then! This will be a fun one~ You'll like this.."

He said so confidently and smug.

"You know horror cinema, right?"

The game had started.