Blurred Morals (The Ghostface x Female Reader)

The Cold

[Youre in a freezing cold realm, but where is the Killer?]

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I hate this god damn cold so much...

You hugged yourself shivering violently as you leaned against a bar table, sitting on the floor. You had meandered your way into a giant cabin from the outside, trying to stay out of sight and away from the cold. Though you had only encountered a handful of Killers so far, you already despised one who you had learned was technically a group of killers, called the Legion which you had recently gone against.

"God I hope it's not them." You whispered, watching your breath rise in the air before breathing in your hands, rubbing them.

Simulation or not, I can't stand this kind of weather...it's torture.

A generator went off not too far away, it being the third to go off in this trial. It was going rather quickly and you couldn't be more happy as your body shook from another wave of violent chills. You hadn't seen the killer yet and to your knowledge, no one had been hooked.

Is there even a killer here?

You then turned to peek from behind the bar, a giant stone fireplace catching your eye which was placed in the center of the cabin. You peeked left and right rubbing your arms, it drawing you in. You slowly lifted yourself to your feet as you continued to hug yourself, tip-toing towards it. Your cropped short sleeve shirt crumpled against a cross breeze that shot through the cabin and you clenched your teeth.

When you were a couple feet from the fireplace, movement in your peripheral caught your attention and you turned your head in it's direction. You thought you saw the tail end of black cloth ascend the giant wooden stairs, dissapearing out of sight as it reached the landing. Hesitating, you glanced at the fireplace longfully before ultimately deciding to head to the stairs, your curiosity getting the better of you.

You slowly went up the stairs, them being surprisingly quiet underneath you despite their aged appearance. As you got to the top of the landing you scanned the second floor with no one in sight, shuttering as you passed a small room with a modest bed and side table. Your body shook violently again as you approached the outer balcony that overlooked the realm and you emerged through the doorway from the hall, gasping at just how large the area below was.

As you turned to your right your eyes went wide as you stared at the back of the Ghostface. He was crouched low on his heels, observing a couple survivors whome you did not know, work on a generator. You were unsure of what to do as you stood staring at him, him seemingly unaware of your presence.

The Ghostface then turned his head to his side, the white of his mask stark against the wood railing behind it.

"You are a dense one." You heard him say and you knew he was referring to you revealing him again. He turned his attention back to the survivors below as he remained crouched on his heels.

You wondered If he had been there the whole time, just watching everyone, making no effort to persue. You clenched your teeth as another bitter breeze blew under your shirt assaulting your skin.

"Why...why are you...you just sitting there?" You asked, struggling to speak with your chattering teeth.

The Ghostface continue to look below and you heard him sigh.