Blurred Morals (The Ghostface x Female Reader)

Who Are You?

[The Ghostface allows you in a bit more by sharing a moment. You venture into the surrounding woods of your campfire coming face to face with someone you know.]

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Leaves and thin branches crunched under your feet as you made your way deeper into the woods that surrounded the campfire, wanting to explore them for some time. You had tried to engage with Felix, Feng Min and Jeff as they talked endlessly about different tactics and which escape plans worked better for certain realms, but your mind must have drifted off a dozen times.

Being a survivor and being around other survivors felt similar to you studying and earning a degree you had little desire for. It felt forced and you quickly would find excuses to separate yourself from their tireless chatter. This time, you had volunteered to gather wood for the campfire, snatching a flashlight from a chest and practically running away.

You weren't sure how long you had been gone but you knew it had been some time and you yearned to know just how long these woods stretched. Occasionally you would pile small stones and rocks at the base of a tree, acting as markers so would be able to find your way back.

"Its like a sandbox, I bet it's endless." You said out loud, scanning your environment with your flashlight.

You bit your lip as you thought about yours and the Ghostface time in the basement, closing your eyes at the memory.

He knows he could ruin me and I want him to. Why does he hold himself back...?

You frowned, not understanding why he would - when all you wanted was all of him, even the darkest parts. You believed you had made that clear.

He can't move past her. She really did a number on him...

You had come to the conclusion he was much more emotional than he let on and thought perhaps that was why he did not want another Obsession. You tapped your chin as you continued to walk forward, the depths of the Ghostface complicated personality rolling through your mind like academics.

Not too long after your basement encounter you recalled another trial where you had not seen the Killer for most of it. It had dawned on you that it was most likely the Ghostface as you realized the survivors you had been paired with, including yourself, were relatively new.

You had immediately began searching for him and your eyes had settled on a modest white house with a For Sale sign out in front. You squinted up at the balcony, it being mostly hidden by a large tree. You may not have been getting better at generators, but you were developing a keen eye for spots that overlooked the realm.

You had made your way up the stairs and into a bedroom that led to the balcony and sure enough, there he was.

"She finds me again..." The Ghostface had said as he leaned against the rail with both hands, carefully observing the main road below.

You had blushed fiercely at the recent memory of you falling apart at his hands in the basement and the Ghostface turned his head to eye you from the side.

He sighed, turning his head back to watch below. "Shy are we?"

You had stepped closer, shaking your head.

"No...I'm not shy. You told me I talk a lot and that you find me annoying." You spoke cautiously, stepping closer again.

You heard him laugh quietly before clearing his throat. "Its true, I do..."