Blurred Morals (The Ghostface x Female Reader)

Whose Yui?

You're still getting used to the trials. How they are neverending...merciless. You steady yourself as the world around you fades into view. To your left you see a yellow toy car and you immediately recall you are in Springwood.

You try and think about your past - who you were before this miserable hell but you cannot. You take a breath in and sigh out deeply. As you crouched down near a gate you take in your environment. Your eyes focus on a large house and you begin to make your way towards it.

You are a survivor. You have to fight to live against killers who know nothing else but to kill and all for the entertainment of the Entity. After every trial whether you live or die, you are always placed back at the campfire with other survivors just to do it all over again.

"The others." You whisper. You pause behind a bush and scan the area for any signs of the other survivors or the killer.

Every killer you have encountered has terrified you so far all of them, monsters.You've been told by Yui that there are many killers and ways to learn how to survive against their abilities.

"Yui..." You whisper again. You have gotten close with Yui over time, if there was such a thing here, and a smile grew across your face. You turn to face the house once again and continue slowly making your way.

You enter the side door making your way up to the room with the generator. Memories or your fingers being shocked and cut from the repair came flooding back. When you finally entered into the small room you eyed the generator squished towards the back. You remained crouched and brought yourself up to the generator. You brought your fingers lightly touching the cold metal, goosebumps making their way up to your neck.

You promptly brought both hands to the wires and gripped them accordingly, getting to work and stirring the generator.
Though alert, your mind began thinking of who the other survivors are that have been selected for this trial with you.

You don't recall many of their names and know you have only met a handful. You began reciting the survivors names that you did actually remember. Yui, Claudette, Dwight. Victor...or was it Vittor? Sable, Jake, David... You stiffened at the thought of David. He had been extremely cold and abusive towards you when you first met him and ever since. According to Dwight he was like that with everyone.

Your generator was half way complete and there had been no sound from another survivor or the killer and you began thinking of the possibilities.

Suddenly a hand reached around your face and covered your mouth. You released the generator and went to scream but a hushed voiced suddenly spoke. "Shhh. Shut the fuck up.." You stopped moving and with dread you recognized the voice. It was David.

You pulled away from his hands and turned. "What is wrong with you, I could have blown the gen." You whispered angrily.

David looked at you with a grin. "You could also blow me, love." He said with that accent you grew to hate. David slipped two fingers under your jeans and underware pulling it back then letting them go so that it slapped back to your lower back.

You knew for some time that he liked you. You'd catch him staring with a dark grin over the campfire at you.

"Get out of here, I have this gen. Go somewhere else." You said trying to sound unbothered as you turned around to focus on the generator.

You could feel David's eyes drilling into your head.

Just leave me alone, you thought.

"Well that's just plain rude. Don't cry to me when you need rescuing." He said bitterly. He pushed your back harshly with one hand and it caused you to lurch forward almost hitting your head on the generator. David disappeared out of the door. Your shoulders immediately released their tension and you shakily sighed.