- red envelope (not too much, just some biting and kissing, maybe blood as well?)
-forever stamp
Dear ghostface, please and I mean PLEASE, leave me alone. I know you can't particularly leave me alone during a trial since you gotta kill me, but! Can you leave me alone OUTSIDE of trials?
And somehow I notice you particularly always targeting me and making my death a lot more painful than it should've been! Hell if you chase another survivor and see me, you immediately change your attention towards me!!
I can see you in the bushes from time to time in the survivors camp, I know your watching me, and plus, I can hear you taking pics, why are you doing this to me?! Please leave me be
- (name)
(P.S LEAVE ME ALONE!)
(GN reader pls)
LETTER DELIVERED !
TO : Danny Johnson "Ghostface"
FROM : [Name] ( who want's to be left alone)...
‼️CONTENT WARNINGS : Second POV, Enemies, Bloody kisses, OOC! Danny Johnson, unhealthy behaviors, Minimal violence. ‼️
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ׂ╰┈➤ This obsession of his started way before entering the entity’s realm as you were a former private detective who was sniffing a bit too close to the crime scenes and were getting close to who was committing these heinous acts. At first it started as a subtle shift in those who he killed as they weren’t random anymore rather taking an odd appearance that similarly looked or acted like you.
ׂ╰┈➤ After getting caught by the fog and joining into the realm. His obsession only grew more and more as it seemed that the entity was favoring him and his cruelty to the point of no return where it only increased during rounds where he would purposely leave you to bleed out and make you act as bait for other survivors to them quicker out so he could spend more time with you.
You sat down on one of the tree stumps closer to the crackling firewood of the small bonfire that never went out. It felt like hours or days but they had been too difficult to count as you were waiting to start another round with your teammates that were still getting ready and choosing the items that they wanted to take to get a successful round done. You heard it-- an audible click and flash from a camera.
“Can’t you just leave me alone!” You turned your head to look into the misty woods. “It’s getting annoying.”
It happened again. Another click of a camera, he was doing it on purpose again. He always does this on purpose as the entity gave him a camera to stir a reaction from you. You felt a large grip on your bicep, pulling you back into the misty woods. You gasped in pain as a thick root of a tree knocked the wind out of your lungs, looking up to see Danny Johnson; the infamous serial killer nicknamed by newspaper Ghostface and the reason why you even entered the fog to catch him. He was crouched down next to you, observing and purposely pressing on an open wound on your forehead as you smacked his hand away. You got up, huffing with each breath as you somehow dodged the knife that was now stuck in the trunk of a tree; just scraping your cheek.
You ran towards the bonfire but Danny had managed to yank you back and you grabbed your flashlight that you hadn’t used in the previous round to smack him upside the temple as you didn’t realize that power of the hit somehow managed to knock off the ghostface mask. His face still somehow looked obscure as if something was preventing your eyes from looking at it. It felt similar to a showdown--you took a step back and he took a step forward.
He stepped closer and closer till you and him were inches apart. You don’t know how it happened but it blossomed into an unforgiving kiss.
The kiss was bloody, his face was bleeding from where you had hit him that was bleeding into the kiss. The mixture of saliva and the metallic taste of blood was oddly soothing in a strange and disturbing way. Your hands were tangled into his hair as he pressed deeper into the kiss, his lips began nipping at the soft skin of your neck. Your gasps left your lips in a rushed and pleasured manner as he only seemed to want it more. He wanted more of your sweet noises that he hadn’t heard before; this was different from the cruelty he inflicted on you and others.
He pushed away first but you pulled him back into the kiss. The kiss continued to mold into something unexplained but it felt familiar to you as it was a kiss built from need rather than the fickle emotion of love. You needed this moment to unravel after living rounds of repetitive natures that only seemed to numb your body from the pains of axes and knives being embedded into your skin that held no remnants of scars.
