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//I haven't watched Scream in 10 years ;-; Imma go watch it now//

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“No fucking way...how high am I.”

OHHHHHH SHI-]

I’m tempted to make Ghostface’s mb/s already-

Probably won’t be active for the majority of the day because I happened to get a late start on work.
          However, I will be getting back with rps this evening-
          P.s. I will also most likely be active on @AvengeTheNightmare- for an hour or so before getting back on this one after I’ve completed further assignments.

The legend of The Huntress was nearly a forgotten. Well, at least since World War II. The reason that the legend of The Huntress faded was because during WWII, all nearby villages surrounding the forest fled in fear. Of course, they didn't know that the German soldiers never made it through the forest, and were all found with large gashes littering their bodies.
          The forest that The Huntress presumably lived in grew rapidly and expanded over the years, and was now bordering civilization yet again. And as night claimed the sky, a soft humming could be heard growing increasingly louder. It was a Russian lullaby. The source of the sound came from a woman, standing at the edge of the treeline. She was tall, standing easily over six feet tall. Her hair was a dark brown, going down to the arch of her back. Unlike most women, her frame wasn't as frail as most. Just one look at her, and you could tell she could cleave you in half with a weapon if she wanted. She wore a white shirt, which abruptly changed to orange at the top. With her shirt, she wore suspenders, that held up a psirvof old and worn jeans. Over the jeans, was an old and torn dress. The part that should have covered her right leg was missing, but everything else was fine, aside from small tears in the bottom. The dress was held up by a belt, which is when things got scary. On her belt, hung five hatches that were smeared in dirt and blood, much like the large axe in her hands. She wore a mask that covered the top part of her face, resembling a rabbit, which looked like it had also been splattered with blood.
          The woman, was the Huntress. She missed her 'hunts' like these. She knew she should be cautious, but she was far too excited. So, she continued humming and marched into the town. However, she didn't get far when she noticed a man, wearing a strange white mask, peeking through the window of a building...

Plunged*

Ghostface plunges his knife into his victim’s chest, watching as the life ebbed away from them, their pupils dilating once they had passed on. Satisfied, the slasher dislodged his blade from the body, blood gushing profusely from the open gash. Noticing that someone had entered the room, the male whirled around to get a glimpse at who it was. Seeing that it was merely a teenager, Ghostface gripped onto his knife, visibly tense after the sudden kill, only to get caught by some kid.
          Waving his knife in the air—more so in a sadistic, teasing manner, he clicked his tongue, stopping the teen in his tracks. “Now where do you think you’re going in such a hurry? The fun has just begun.”