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I wanted to write a soft story about Dannyās s/o finding out about his alter ego āGhostfaceā. Been playing a lot of Dead By Daylight and got some random inspiration to write. Fair warning if you donāt like scary creepy shit donāt read. This doesnāt really have a title yet considering this is something that just came to me all of a sudden. Anyway, enjoy!
āSo was it all a lie then?ā His brow raised in a cartoony comical fashion. This is the first few words you have uttered since ripping off the mask revealing the monster lying beneath.
āYour going to have to be a lot more specific Little Bird.ā A dry uncomfortable laugh leaves your throat. You could feel eyes boring deep into the depths of your very soul and that sick twisted smile plastered on his stupid face. āJedā had always been a bit of a cocky son of bitch. He knows exactly what you were talking about. There was no way he didnāt know. Not being the man he is. Not doing what he did to people.
āWe were never really friends were we?ā Words started to overflow from your mouth faster than you would prefer. Like a cup of water just above the fill line getting ready to spill. You were panicking. You were freaking the fuck out. And to be fair, who wouldnāt? The man you had invested the past few months of your life with is a fucking serial killer. How could you not see it? Maybe all the red flags were really right in front of you the whole time. You were just too stupid to see them with the pair of rose colored glasses you had been sporting since youād met him. Jed had always been just so charming, so charismatic. He always seemed to know just what to say and do to make you happy. He was always so sweet and kind. Practically the perfect boyfriend really. Perfect.. the words echoed in your head. You feel sick.
ā-The fair, the movie theater, the corn field. All of it was a lie. Iām not important to you. Iām..-
Another body count to add to the masses? A trophy? Another pretty face to fill the papers with your sad pathetic little story? Oh and Jed would orchestrate all so very well. You could see it now. āLocal Beauty Butchered in Back Alleyā.
āItās a shame really.. I feel so sorry for her boyfriend.ā
āYeah, she seemed so caring and kind. Itās too bad she didnāt pay more attention. Maybe she would have seen a sign of some kind.ā
Your body started shrinking inwards on itself. Arms crossed protecting your stomach and vital organs as if knowing what was to come next. It screamed for you to run, but your brain was so fuzzy right now it was too hard to think. You didnāt dare look into his eyes. Too petrified of what might be staring right back at you and solidifying the situation further; That this was in fact very real and happening right now.
He makes his way towards you. Leather boots scrapping against the rocks and pavement causing your body to jolt forward a bit. Bile started to tickle the back of your throat. Puke threatened to escape your mouth at any given moment. As if you werenāt pathetic and embarrassing enough groveling below his feet right now. You were practically a full course meal handed to him on a golden platter. What a sight you must be. All that was really missing was a pretty red ribbon around your neck. Your going to die. Youāre going to die. Youāre doing to die. Your going to die-
Gentle pressure applied to your head rips you from your anxiety fogged brain and back to reality. Fingers treading delicately through your scalp as if you were made of glass. You flinched at the unexpected softness of his actions.
āEverything I have said and done with you up to this point has been very real and truthful. That being saidā¦ you really have gone and made things rather difficult for me. Now Iām going to have to improvise.ā
