ROMANTIC GHOSTFACE HCS (DEAD BY DAYLIGHT) 📸
TW: Serial unaliving, implied unaliving in general (but like, not really cause it's in the fog, so lmao), blood, knives, st@lkin, all that fun stuff. Any point where these appear imma add a lil "!!" to it
This is a long one, got carried away, so... Y'know
An anonymous request, and one I'm happy to do. Literally obsessed over writing this dude since he came out lmao
More likely than not, you would know him as Jed Olsen. Maybe you're a reporter, a fellow contributor to the Roseville Gazette. Maybe you're the family of one of his victims that he took a particular interest in. Whatever the case, the devil's eyes are on you, yet you'd never be the wiser.
Jed Olsen would be such a nice man. Not exactly mild mannered, typically smells like cheap cologne, and is always wrapped up in his work. Not like work is his only priority, however. He gets around, particularly frequents the gym, which would likely catch you by surprise.
You remember when he first entered the job site. How he shook your usually stern boss' rough hands, and was nearly instantly part of the family. It almost struck you as odd, but even you couldn't resist his charms for long.
Months would pass, and he would become a regular face. Very regular. You'd see him in the streets, sometimes in the most odd of places. A bar he likes to frequent, or taking a walk in the suburbs. Looking for a story, he says. You didn't think much of it; in fact, it just made you realize what a dedicated worker he is.
And then, tragedy falls upon Roseville.
And then another. And another.
Before long, tales of a masked assailant would run rampant, with Jed Olsen spearheading the efforts of both covering the story and aiding in the investigation.
It was your shared interest in the carnage, and your keen eye, that REALLY got Jed's attention.
Noticing Jed's nervous habits of chewing his pen, linking a potential killer starting point to the very bar Jed frequents, it all made his blood rush. No, he wasn't scared. He wasn't worried he'd be caught. No, he was thrilled.
You give him a rush no one had previously.
Let's face it, the police of Roseville are lackluster at best. And the other fools covering the story would buy any slop put in front of them. They practically waited with baited breath for Jed to gain more insight on the murders so they could swoop in like vultures and feed on the scraps of a story.
But you? Oh, no.
And he liked that. Jed Olsen had already been lightly interested in you, but now? He likes you. Notices all of your little quirks. He even took you out to eat one night, swearing it was a lucky guess when the option was your favorite.
A friendly date would turn into something more. It would turn into gifts, roses with your favorite color. Extremely thoughtful gifts, love and affection with all of the right touches.
Dating Jed Olsen felt like bliss... The perfect man, you thought to yourself.
!! Unfortunately, your keen eye would also get you into some trouble. Being on a serial killer's radar typically does. He had something planned just for you. A real headliner, like you deserved to be.
!! Ghostface would enter your house about two months into your investigation. About five months into your deep interest in Jed Olsen. Walk through it like he'd been there before, because he had. He knew how, every Saturday evening, on-looking your off day that Sunday, you liked to listen to your records over a glass of wine, wearing robes your mother got you for Christmas.
!! Another fact Ghostface knew. Of course he does. He's waited months for this.
Yet, when you go to play your usual starter album, Ultimate Sinatra, it's gone.
The normal person would assume it misplaced, but you don't misplace anything. You know, meticulously, where your belongings are at any given moment. But not anymore. A pang of frustration crosses your mind as you begin looking through the candle-lit living room.
Then, a smell. A familiar one. It punches your nostrils, delicately at first, but unmistakably. Cologne. Cologne you would never wear if your life depended on it. You pause for a moment to take it in, knowing you've smelled it before, but where?
!! But then another, much more horrifying realization hits you.
You aren't alone.
You very quietly shuffle to the corner of your living room, towards the sofa. Grabbing your baseball bat from behind it, feeling its weight. You try to convince yourself that, if need be, it could knock someone out.
You're not sure. But you try anyway.
!! You jump when the lights go out. You know the fucker trying it, how could you not? This matches his MO: the stalking, the B&E. But that doesn't make this any easier. Knowing how the game is played doesn't change the rules, or downplay the terror you feel when you squint, your eyes adjusting, only to see something dart across the doorframe briefly.
!! Something white, caked in shadow, inhuman, disappearing so quickly you thought it was a figment of your horrified mind.
You're paralyzed, watching that doorframe, slowly approaching it, bat in hand. Your heart races. Your grip tightens. You muster up your courage, you're ready to risk it all! You make one quick dash to see your assailant, and!...
Nothing.
There's a slight bit of ease, before snapping directly back around at a sudden noise.
🎵 ℐ'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊… 𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃… 🎵
!! He stands there, taunting, yet ready to attack. Knees braced like an animal. Once you turn, once your face pales with fear, he lunges. Hears your beautiful screams tear over the music as he gets his hands on you, forces the bat to drop.
🎵 ℐ'𝓋𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊… 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒… 🎵
!! A fog swirls around you, or at least you think it does, as the shimmering knife tears cruelly into your body. It all goes black. You think it a quick death, and it was thankfully, but you don't get to enjoy it, as you're put into a fate worse than any brand of afterlife.
A fate you would, inevitably, find ghostface in again.
His lil headliner. <3
Now that was a lil fic, but I hope it demonstrates ghostface well for you. Ghostface is, objectively, made for a dark romance plot. Jed Olsen builds himself as the perfect man, in an attempt to mask his unbridled obsession over you.
!! You would be his favorite to take pictures of. His favorite to hear scream, his favorite in general.
Is genuine romance impossible with Danny? Absolutely not, surprisingly! Especially in a realm that is literally forever like the fog.
!! However, unlike someone among the legion, him liking you doesn't spare your death. On the contrary. He'd send you right back to that campfire with a picture of your bloody body, and him posing right next to you. Maybe grabbing your hair with stabbed-out lungs, like in his mori, or standing over you like one of his more iconic shots from when he was originally coming out.
It'd be a game for him. One he knows you'll actually give him a challenge in, but one he'll take pride in constantly winning in.
This was a long one, and I apologize, but I LOVE the killers in dead by daylight. I love writing about them. More requests like this please /nf