ghostfaceミ★| gojo satoru

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"SOMEONE HELP PLEASE HELP SHES DYING!"

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as fast as we both could the sudden scream had caused us to dart down the stairs to the sudden commotion. trying to fight through the panicking crowd of people who were trying to run out of the house and leave proved difficult for me and yuta.

i could hear the faint noises of the police and ambulance sirens in a distance, all of the overstimulation and anxiety that coursed through my veins wasn't enough to prepare me to see what i hoped was just my eyes playing tricks on me.

on the ground was momo her once blue eyes dull and her pretty blonde hair that was always in two pigtails were now disheveled and messy. her throat was slit abnormally precise through the leather of her regular thick brown choker and blood continued gushing down her entire body rolling over the hands that were miwa's who was holding momo as she rocked back in forth momo's body gripped tightly in her hold.

looking around the place i could spot maki and kugisaki looking at the sight of miwa's heartbreaking sobs and momo's gruesomely bloodied body in full terror. inumaki and panda seemed to have the exact same reaction not knowing what to even do, as for itadori and fushiguro they looked perplexed. fushiguro had just been looking around the room in paranoia. but who could blame him it wasn't a stupid thought to think the killer was probably still in the house.

but still this wasn't supposed to happen, this party was supposed to get everyone's mind off of the recent death and my attack. the ghostface killer wasn't supposed to be in anyone's thoughts today.

this wasn't supposed to happen where miwa was holding onto her dead friends body refusing to let go even as her boyfriend kokichi tried to ease her into it even trying to comfort her at the same time. everyone that i had grown close to this school year was huddled up around the traumatic sight no one daring to say a word. maybe it was better that way because who would even have the words to say.

finally hearing the shouts of paramedics and the police was enough to get us all to head outside of the house. im sure my mom would love to know how i was at the very party the killer was at just the thought of her screaming fuming face already annoyed me. of course her screaming would be out of care and worry but that's the last thing i need knowing there's another murderer close to me again.

giving yuta a passing nod i go over to kugisaki and maki who had been glued to eachother's side, everyone around us had seemed to start talking to one another in there own cautious curious ways.

"what happened, i wasn't gone that long and everything seemed to go to hell already." sighing out to myself it was easy enough to say that this situation sobered me up a lot more than what i was doing before this having been making out in itadori's room with yuta.

"i...i don't know one second me and maki were dancing and then the music had cut out and itadori's brother had told everyone he would go and fix it and then we started hearing screaming" kugisaki went on a ramble it seemed she still was swaying lightly due to however much she drank.

"yeah it all happened so fast it was like the killer stopped the music just so everyone could hear the screaming but nothing has happened in over a month it was like they purposely waited for the right moment." maki had theorized with the whole event and she wasn't wrong about having such an assumption.

everyone at school and the college was at this party but why was momo targeted this time it made no sense. maybe they were killing at random but that still wouldn't explain the calls and text i had gotten.

"yeah... the killer waited for everyone to think there would be no attacks just so they could wait for the right opportunity. this fucking blows."

running a hand through my hair i groan in aggravation seeing the covered body of momo being rolled out of the house. miwa seemed to follow out of the house still sobbing but this time sobbing into kokichi's arms. it was nice to think she would at least have some comfort after such a traumatic and gory experience.

ping!

reaching into my pocket at the sudden message notification had me internally praying that it was maybe my mom or something other than what it most likely was.

opening my phone to the text message i could feel a lump in my throat begging to be vomited out, maybe it was the liquor or maybe it was anxiety but i knew that the reason was fear it was always going to be my own fear that plummeted into my head and throughout my whole body in a situation like this.

𝗎𝗇𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋－
you didn't think i'd disappear that fast did ya? did you miss me y/n? this is only the start of our fun little game together are you excited? because i know i am....

✫彡ミ★

it had been exactly two weeks since the last murder that took place at itadori's house there was still no one that could be charged as the main culprit of momo nishimiya's death.

only lead the police had was noritoshi since he still remained missing, but even then the attack on y/n and the death's of zenin mai and momo nishimiya remained a mystery on why these were the targets of the ghostface killer.

over the two weeks that school was cancelled and the many group hangouts that happened were all sanctioned at inumaki's work place the gaming store which was usually empty with only the occasional preteens coming in to check some games out.

it was weird hanging out as a group when the only conversation was to make sure none of you were suspicious and that you could all remain friends protecting one another. y/n had gotten closer with miwa seeing as she had no one she had been staying the night multiple times at y/n's house for there was no comfort in being alone anymore.

only it was y/n who felt as though she was keeping the biggest secret from everybody having gotten in contact with the actual killer.

but she couldn't tell the police and she couldn't tell her friend's she couldn't even tell them that after the last message from the killer that was sent to her after the death of momo was the last of it once again.

it was like they reeled her in and trapped her in a box of her own paranoia and fear thinking that she could be one step ahead of them in their own game only to twist around the rules and leave her with nothing.

over the past two weeks though she had gotten many many many texts from the other unknown number. this time she knew it was some freak that stalked her, he would text her how he loved what she was wearing and how beautiful her hair looked one day. she even started suspecting the so called 'admirer' that they called themselves was actually one of her friends.

she even suspected it was yuta because after that god awful makeout sesh she hadn't tried to make any more advances in their relationship and her and everyone around them could see how awkward it was between them both.

y/n had a stalker and an unknown ghostface killer on her tail and she couldn't think of her life as anything but her own personal hell.