#savethebest

[the-ghost-face]

Michael looks down to the smaller man, gripping his knife tightly in hand. His head slowly tilts to the side as he seems to be deciding if he is also prey.

Ghostface looked up at the much taller killer, swallowing audibly. While he wasn’t necessarily scared of the Shape, he was most definitely creeped out by him. “H-hey, big guy,” he said after a moment. “Remember me? Ghostface? I’m a killer like you.”

[faithful-survivor]

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🔪Make cuts or punctures on my muse’s body Faith let out a startled scream as the knife cleaved across her skin, head whipping to lay eyes upon her attacker. She hadn’t heard them coming— Oh. Oh shit. Her legs backpedaled quickly to make distance between her and the Shape, some primal urge telling her to just turn and run, but a stronger one forcing her to keep her eyes on him, because not knowing his location was a far worse alternative. Maybe he would give up and leave her alone—but the thought seemed laughable even as it flitted through her brain. Death was pretty certain at this point. She kept backing away anyway.