Blurred Morals (The Ghostface x Female Reader)

Blurred Morals Part Two - Big Fan

Recap from Part One: A long time has passed since our last chapter from part one with our Quiet Girl. Though time is extremely hard to track in the Entity's realm, it is equal to just over a year since then.

Shortly after our MC's last encounter with the Ghostface, her along with her campfire group and many other survivors went missing. It is unknown whether or not they were returned to their original lives, held captive somewhere or if they simply ceased to exist. This, only the Entity knows...for now.

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The sound of your bare feet hitting the ground harshly could be heard as you sprinted from behind a large neatly trimmed hedge. You ran into small room filled with retro arcade games, them beeping and buzzing noisily.

You ran your hand down the side of a particular one which matched one you used to play when you were a kid at your local arcade center.

This is so fucked.

You shook your head, half smiling as you lowered your head to look at the nalstogic carpet and its patterns. You quietly made your way to a pinball machine and crouched down on your knees, wiggling your way under it, peeking occasionally at the doorways.

Home...

You were a fresh and new survivor, with only a handful of trials under your belt. You recalled the moment you were taken, though you still referred to it as being 'abudcted'.

Aliens. Definitely aliens. It finally happened, wait until I'm returned and I tell Charlie...she's gonna flip her fucking lid.

You covered your mouth with your hand, stifling a laugh.

It's definitely some kind of simulation...a very real and painful simulation...

You remembered the moment you were abudcted clear as day. You and your best friend Charlie had indulged in a different strain of cannabis laced with a substance she promised would make you feel godlike. She swore up and down it was the most pure she had obtained from a friend that got it from another friend. You were both struggling to pay the rent at the time and had spent all day prior searching for any jobs that would take you, and you needed to unwind.

It wasn't ideal. You did at one point have big plans for yourself - well your dad did anyway. You had made it to your sophomore year in college before dropping out. The pressure from your dad to finish a degree that you didn't even want had finally caught up and broke you. It had been a year since then and you had experimented with many different types of drugs, searching for a high that you could never quite reach.

You raised your eyebrows as you continue to crouch under the pinball machine.

It was a good high...ill admit...

You recalled though, after you both were passed out on the floor, both on different planets, that your mind suddenly went blank and you felt your entire being, being pulled into what felt like a void or a vacuum. Last thing you knew you woke up groggily near a campfire in some random woods to three other people staring at you with pity.

Though you believed you had been abducted by aliens that in your own words were "bored", there was something about the place that felt ancient. You believed you would wake up soon in your sad apartment with the worst hangover you'd ever had.