hello, i was curious of how Trickster, Ghostface, or Frank from Legion react to a survivor who feels little to no emotion. for instance, if the killer is about to attack the survivor but the survivor just looks at them like, "that's crazy". or another is when the survivor doesn't feel anything when being chased down or stalked. if it's possible, may i please request this? i haven't found much of the headcanons anywhere. if you do write this, i truly thank you / gen.
Hello my dear! I’m not too sure if you mean they are incapable of feeling emotion or if they’ve been desensitized to the ways of the realm. As such I will leave that to reader decision and stay in a bit of a mid lane.
The Trickster - Ji-Woon Hak
Ji-Woon is a man of talent, he always has been. Whether that came to his musical abilities, or his killing. In his very humble opinion there is no one who can do it better. So when he flings a knife directly past your head to clip some of your hair and you simply look at it unflinching, he’s unsure how to feel.
Something bubbles in his chest, swirling wildly around in a way that makes him feel almost sick. You look at him, a bored expression on your face and Ji-Woon feels another alight. Rage. This was all you could muster? Indifference? You pulled the knife from the wall, freeing your hair from its hold and simply… walked up to return it.
His body shook with anger, and he roughly snatched the blade from your hand. Imagining all the ways he would make you scream and beg for his forgiveness. Never in his life had he left so… so - so under minded! He was the Trickster, Ji-Woon fucking Hak! You should fear and revere him! You should be thankful he chose you of all people to turn his attention to.
The Trickster watched you walk away, looking back down at the designer blade in his hand. He had practiced that trick for months. He huffed, straightening his coat and fixing his hair. Never mind that, one bad review wouldn’t ruin him. He was a lion among mice, a god amongst men. He’d set it right, starting with you.
The Legion - Frank Morrison
Frank watched from behind a tree, silently counting out the survivors by the generator. The whole squad was here, good shit. Turning the blade in his hand, he took a breath, channeling adrenaline in his veins. Snow kicked up as he took off, breaking into a full sprint towards the machine.
The red head with the glasses heard him first, causing a chain reaction of survivors scurrying like mice. He slashed one, than another and another Breaking off to chase the last, he smiled under his mask and he corner you. You turned to him, looking his over, his smile faltered - why were you so calm?
“Hey” you said simply. Frank lowered his knife, confusion wracking his mind. He glanced around, trying to gauge if this was some kind of joke. “Uh, hey” He watched you carefully, surely this was a trick. Some kind of new method you were trying to throw him off his game. Though, the fact that he had yet to stab you proved it was working.
You gave a nod towards him “I like your jacket”. What the hell was happening? Frank dropped his arm, adrenaline leaving his body as he huffed. “Thanks?” This was ridiculous. Frank opened his mouth, foul words ready to be unleashed when a loud alarm sounded through the resort. The doors had been powered.
The man swung around to look towards the nearest door, watching as the red head from before waved hastily for you to follow her. Rage boiled in his chest and he looked back at you.
“Damn, that’s crazy” you said, sounding just a bored as before. You held up two fingers over your chest, and took off towards your teammate. Leaving behind a very angry, very confused Frank.
Oh, this was war.
The Ghostface - Danny Johnson / Jed Olsen
Danny hummed to himself, adjusting the lens on his camera as he zoomed in to the group huddled around another of those dusty machines. He had been starved of inspiration and was practically elated at the sight of someone new. Well - newish.
The ghostface was as good of a killer as he was a reporter; often times taking in information and conversations with out anyone being aware he was ever present. It was a skill that proved itself invaluable in the realms, where interacting with others of his position could always lead to one not walking away. Extra trials to make up for resurrection didn’t exactly sound like fun if you asked him.
No he’s heard about you, heard the annoyed grumbles from one Dr. Carter about your lack of response to treatments. Seen the way the huntress seemed bored at the way you didn’t give her the chase she wanted. It was fascinating in its own way, how you could look death in the face and feel nothing - or at least show nothing. Danny had his favourites, the ones that screamed the best or made for the best photos, he wasn’t sure where to place you on his tier list.
The shutter of the camera clicked as he took his pictures, examining them with a careful eye that only a professional could hold. It made him wonder, why were you here? The entity fed off of pain and fear, that was the entire reason all of you were here. An endless game of cat and mouse served up on a silver platter for the god above to indulge in. So the fact that it brought you, someone who seemingly was void of that sweet delicacy it craved so much was… oh what was a good word for that? Dumb, stupid, pointless? Obtusely asinine? oh! That’s a good one.
You didn’t provide the same thrill of the chase, or the rush of seeing the fear in someone’s eyes. Which is most cases would make you firmly on the bottom of his kill list, but you still made for good photos. So that bumped you up a few pegs.
