ghostface

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The academy was unnervingly silent, the kind of quiet that sent shivers down your spine, making every creak and groan of the old building feel like something more sinister. Y/n tried to focus on the task at hand — it was just another normal night, or so she thought. But the gnawing feeling at the back of her mind refused to leave her in peace.

Ring... Ring...

Her phone vibrated in her hand, the screen lighting up with a blocked number. A strange unease crept in, but she answered it anyway.

"Hello?" Her voice came out steadier than she felt.

There was a beat of silence. Then, a low, distorted voice crackled through the line. "Hello, Y/n."

She froze. The voice, twisted by some sort of modulator, was haunting, sending a chill straight to her bones. It was eerily familiar, yet different enough to leave her uncertain.

"Who is this?" she demanded, though her voice faltered.

The voice chuckled darkly. "Oh, you know exactly who I am."

Her breath hitched. "Five?"

There was a pause, then the same chilling laugh, low and unhinged. "Maybe I'm Five. Or maybe I'm something else. Something you should be afraid of."

Her pulse raced, the dread crawling up her spine like icy fingers. She knew Five, knew how far he could go — how far he would go. But this... this wasn't the same. This was darker, more dangerous.

"Where are you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, her eyes scanning the empty hallways.

"I could be anywhere. Or I could be right behind you." His voice was sharp, taunting.

She spun around, her breath catching in her throat. But the hallway was empty, only shadows stretching in the dim light. He was playing with her, toying with her fear.

"You're not scaring me, Five," she said, trying to sound brave, but her trembling hands betrayed her.

"Liar," he hissed, the anger seeping through his distorted voice. "I know you, Y/n. I know every heartbeat, every breath. You can't hide from me."

Her heart pounded in her chest, the fear gripping her tighter. "What do you want?"

The line went silent for a moment before his voice softened, almost tender. "You. I've always wanted you. No one else can have you."

Her blood ran cold at the possessiveness in his tone. Five had always been intense, but this... this was something else. Something darker. He wasn't just playing a role anymore — he had become something terrifyingly unhinged.

"I'm not your possession, Five," she said, backing away slowly, her eyes darting around for any sign of him. "This isn't you."

"Isn't it?" His voice was sharp again, cutting through her like a knife. "I've been watching you. Watching how you look at others, how you let them near you. You belong to me."

Her breath quickened as she backed into a corner, trapped. She had never seen him like this before — this was a side of Five she didn't recognize. A side that scared her more than she wanted to admit.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, and in the blink of an eye, he was there. Ghostface. The mask, the cloak, the glint of the knife in his hand. Five stood just feet away, his body language all wrong — too still, too controlled, like a predator waiting to strike.

"You're mine, Y/n," he said, his voice low, dangerous. "I've always protected you. But now... now, I think you need to understand what happens when you try to run."

Her eyes widened, panic rising in her chest. She pressed herself against the wall, heart hammering as he took a step closer, his knife gleaming under the dim light.

"I'm not afraid of you," she whispered, but the lie burned in her throat.

Five tilted his head, his cold eyes staring at her through the hollow eyeholes of the mask. "You should be."

In an instant, he was right in front of her, his knife held to her throat, but the blade didn't press into her skin. He was so close she could feel his breath through the mask, his presence overwhelming. The knife was just a tool — it was him she feared now.

"You think anyone else can protect you?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "No one knows you like I do. No one can keep you safe like I can. They don't deserve you."

Her breath hitched as the knife inched closer, barely grazing her skin but not enough to hurt. His eyes, dark and possessive, never left hers. He wanted her to know he had all the power — that she was at his mercy.

But beneath the fear, something else stirred. She knew this was Five — the Five who had always been there for her, the Five who would never truly harm her, even in his darkest moments.

"Five," she whispered, her voice shaky but firm. "You don't need to do this."

He didn't move, didn't speak for a moment. Then, slowly, his grip on the knife loosened. He lowered the blade, though his gaze stayed intense, unrelenting.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said quietly, his voice breaking through the mask. "But sometimes... you need to remember who you belong to."

She exhaled, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Five stepped back, pulling the mask off and tossing it aside. His face was a mixture of anger and something softer, something almost desperate.

"I don't belong to anyone," Y/n said softly, though her heart was still pounding. "But... I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Five stared at her, his eyes searching hers for something — maybe reassurance, maybe something more. After a long moment, his shoulders relaxed, the dangerous edge fading ever so slightly.

"Good," he muttered, his voice rough. "Because I don't think I could let you go."

He stepped closer again, this time without the mask, without the knife. Just him, raw and unguarded. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin.

"You don't have to be afraid of me," he whispered, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "But everyone else... they should be."

Y/n swallowed hard, her heart still racing. Five was dangerous, yes — but he was hers, and somewhere in the madness, that meant something. He'd never let anyone else near her, and despite everything, she knew she was safe with him.

Twisted, yes. Possessive, absolutely. But with Five, she was never alone.

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