Blurred Morals (The Ghostface x Female Reader)

How Quickly You Forget

[You're in a trial with Dwight and Danny - but Danny seems different.]

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The electric shock from the wires of the generator shot through your fingers up your arms, causing you to pull them away slightly, shaking your hands.

"Shit..."

You had blown the generator. You wiped the sweat from your palms on your shirt and stood up carefully and quietly entering into a nearby locker.

You had been called to trial along with Dwight hoping to see him soon - hoping he was with you. The trial had just began and you hadn't seen signs of any other survivor. It had been what seemed to you, forever since your last encounter with Danny. You brought a hand to you mouth nibbling on your pinky finger nail, deep in thought.

The familiar symptoms of not seeing him had returned, and you closed your eyes wishing you hadn't left the way you did. He confused you and though he claimed to only want to please you, you questioned otherwise based off your last encounter in the loft.

Sweat began to build up on your hairline, the locker was hot. This place was hot. You were in a realm surrounded by corn fields, the sun blazing from above.

Again you reflected how you were more short with the others and you noted how Jake had been looking at you lately.

He looks at me like he doesn't know me...You thought.

A dreadful thought crept in your head and panic began to pool at the pit of your stomach.

"No...not like he doesn't know me, more like he doesn't trust me. Does he know about me and Danny?" You whispered to yourself out loud.

You pushed away the thought deep in your mind, you couldn't be concerned with that now. You wrestled with wondering if Danny did posses the ability to care or if he really was telling the truth - that he doesn't. There was a part of you that appreciated the bluntness that he offers, that you and him really were nothing else but two individuals giving into their desires.

You cranked your neck to the side scratching it, sweat now dripping down your temple. You had to get out of this locker.

You slowly opened the locker door, peeking side to side. The killer hadn't shown up nor any other survivor. You suddenly heard fast moving footsteps and crouched low behind some crops. You saw the runner was Dwight, stumbling and heaving past crops, occasionally looking back behind him.

You suddenly saw movement not too far behind him. He was being chased by Danny - the Ghostface.

You gasped excitedly and the corners of your lips began to raise. You quickly shook you head cursing yourself. You watched as the Ghostface caught up to Dwight striking him down in one blow and he crashed to the floor. He covered his head as the Ghostface approached him, standing over him - staring.

Your expression was confused as you waited for him to pick Dwight up to bring to a hook.

Dwight was whimpering loudly on the hot dirt, flat on his belly.

"You're not very bright are you?" The Ghostface said while continuing to stare down at Dwight.

Dwight cowered even more his hands tightening protecting his head.

You heard the Ghostface sigh loudly and watched as he lifted up his boot and placed it on Dwights lower back.

Another flood of panicked whimpers came from Dwight as the Ghostface tilted his head.

"I wonder what sounds I can pull out of you..." He whispered.

Your eyes widened as you watched the Ghostface press down on Dwights lower back and wound with his boot. Dwight cried out softly, squirming under him.