When Danny was bound and unable to move, he was visited. "Now, now what do we have here. Calling yourself Ghostface, stealing my name so foolishly." a dark voice whispered from the figure in front of him.
Black, baggy robes, a hood and an older, damaged white mask, black boots and a familiar shaped hunting knife. Another Ghostface. A red light blinked through the black fabric, a voice changer blending the strangers voice.
"Hello Danny. Do you want to play a game?", the dark voice asked, the Ghostface tilting his head while playing with his knife.
Danny had made a point to never really associate with the other Ghostfaces in the realms. It made him uncomfortable knowing that others shared his life story and could perhaps be more willing to divulge that story to other people. It was hard enough coming to terms with the fact that his name, Danny Johnson, was already common knowledge. He was lucky that they didn't seem to share a face.
But this guy was interesting. The moment that his confusion settled he began to mentally flip through his archives, trying to find exactly who this Ghostface was. The baggy robes and damaged mask slashed the candidate list in half, the red light and evident voice changer only narrowed it down further... Their voice and cadence... The Scream movies. The Entity had allowed him to see the Scream movies on request, if anything just to find amusement in seeing a clumsy yet still somewhat well orchestrated version of himself on the big screen. They were amusing, cliche but a fun watch. Now, who was this guy exactly?
And oh yeah. Danny was of course bound to his chair as per usual, in his trials get up and unarmed to further solidify his helplessness. He watched the other masked man walk around, eyeing the knife with interest. "Only when you tell me your name, since apparently you know mine."
