the ghost face.

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hey girl what’s ur fav scary movie.

not related to Billy / Stu from Scream but like,, he respects their work and what they stand for.

would take all ur pics for u <33 

absolutely did not buy his Ghost Face mask from Spirit Halloween. there’s the door, fakers.

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Anna twirled one of her hatchets in her hand as she paced back and forth on the outskirts of the Forest of Airaisal; she gently hummed to herself, lost deep in thought.  She had some awful luck getting sucked back here again; she supposed that made it the third time she’d been snatched from her home by mysterious forces.

She’d make the best of it – she’d have to.  Although she was a solitary creature by nature, she had to admit she was already feeling a tiniest twinge of loneliness knowing that she was once again trapped here alone.  Entering the entity’s realm had been disorienting at first, but she at least had allies there.  Here…well, she wasn’t able to maim people blindly, and that was frankly annoying.

The back of her neck prickled as she sensed someone was watching her; it brought her out of her reverie as she turned on her heel and sent the hatchet flying in the direction she felt the presence.  The hatchet buried itself into a tree trunk which she immediately stalked towards.  It was a warning shot more than anything else – Anna hoped it would scare them off.  She wasn’t particularly in the mood for a fight today.

As she approached her buried hatchet, she saw a familiar shroud peeking out from behind a nearby tree.  Could it be?  Anna unceremoniously yanked the hatchet from the trunk and let out a low chuckle as she tutted.

“Danny, Danny, Danny.  You are always playing hide and seek like a child.”

“can you blame me? you nearly lodged in axe in my ribcage.”

he knows Anna’s far too skilled to let something like that happen, but he’s hurt! offended, even! after god-knows-how-long in the Entity’s realm, he thought she would say more to him than an insult. maybe, “Danny, it’s so good to see you! how are you?” or a “Danny, what are you doing here? pssh, who am I kidding, I’m glad you’re here too!”

ugh. he’ll take this as a sign to get better at hiding. then again, she wasn’t named “The Huntress” for nothing.

“besides, I wanted to make sure it was actually you. I mean, the bunny mask is a dead give away, but I’ve already run into my fair share of weirdos here.” a beat. says the man wearing the Ghost Face mask. 

he shakes his head. Anna can’t see it, but his eyes flicker toward the hatchet in her hand. it’s sharp, but not quite as polished as the one she had back in The Entity’s realm. still, it’s enough to strike a tinge of envy. 

How many times could Dwight say that ‘it’s just another typical day in this world’ without thinking that he’ll just wake up from this world, and end up back in another world, where you survive to… well, just survive! Committing to a new routine does help keep his own mind at ease, especially when the day had only just begun. Well, only until he has his cup of coffee will his day finally begin.

Nothing too fancy, but going into a different café once in a while with a change of scenery is a breath of fresh air. Another simple black coffee with a blueberry muffin. Before the leader was able to pay, a voice behind him surprise him enough to almost jump out of his skin. 

Dwight turn to the mysterious man as he prepared himself to answer the question. “Oh! J-Just a cup of black coffee and a muffin. But you don’t have to pay for that. I appreciate the gesture.” Usually offers like these were because someone did feel pity for him. Now it’s time to think back and see if he’d seen this guy somewhere before to have him offer in the first place.

“please. that’s nothing. besides, I could use a little good karma right now.”

it’s not a complete lie. being dropped off in a completely different city, in a completely different realm is, for a lack of words, completely fucking bonkers. doing a little good should help him down the road.

and god, this would be a great help. Jed’s always been a little curious about the survivors. he would’ve liked to give him the same kind of treatment he gave his other victims. a scary call or two, hints that he was watching them, maybe a gift — small things, just enough to make them question their sanity. but The Entity’s realm just... didn’t allow that. it was too contained. sure, being able to kill freely was nice. returning to his roots, though? well. he wouldn’t mind that.

and again: Dwight’s fascinated him. so much potential in someone who’s been knocked around his whole life. maybe Jed could push him to reach that potential a little faster. maybe he could help Dwight realize the person he was always meant to be.

and then maybe, he could rip it right out of Dwight’s hands.

geez. just the thought of watching the hope drain from the survivor's eyes once he finally killed him sent a chill up Jed’s spine.

for now, though: black coffee and a muffin.

“actually — that sounds good. I’ll take the same thing.” he waves his hand dismissively at the barista, his attention unmoving from Dwight. 

tw: murder, death

“geez. what’s the story here?”

“geez” doesn’t even start to cover it. Jed’s just entered the city and he’s already found his people. well, not the guys at his feet; the guy standing directly in front of him, wooden katana in hand. for a cheap toy, that katana’s made a gnarly weapon. blunt force trauma, evident by the broken necks and split heads. fascinating stuff.

tw: murder, death

“gotta hand it to you. this is the first time someone’s beat me to this.”

it’s been a long day. this city is too big and too unfamiliar and too... everything at once. not to mention this itch Jed’s had since arriving. so familiar and so annoying, the need to just. give into his vices. not that he was trying to escape them, but going after this fat cat with a god-awful toupee was so convenient. Jed’s not impulsive. it’s just no one would miss this guy, especially after he drunkenly bothered some girls at the bar. plus, he could finally scratch that fucking itch.

so the moment Jed saw him head for the fire escape to the cool alley outside, he knew it was go time. or at least it would’ve been, up until he found his victim at his feet.

tw: mentions of murder​

it’s him. he would recognize the ugly tie and wire-rim glasses anywhere.

talk about a coincidence. Jed could’ve sworn he was just chasing Dwight in The Entity’s realm, but from what he’s heard, this place has all sorts of fucky time nonsense he’s not smart enough to understand. which, to be fair, isn’t much different from The Entity’s realm. only he can’t let his bloodlust run wild here. jesus, what a downgrade.

even still, the fact he and Dwight are both here is... interesting. maybe it was fate. a higher power. certainly something higher than The Entity.

so he’ll avoid the killing, at least for now. because for as much as the whole situation fascinates Jed, he can’t risk offing Dwight. both for the sake of learning more, and potentially getting his weapons back. besides, Dwight has always interested Jed. for as spineless as he is, even Jed knows he’s capable of so much more. how far could he push him?

better yet, how far could Jed Olsen push him? finding Dwight without his mask on hand... he’ll take that as a blessing.

he steps behind Dwight as he’s paying for his coffee. trendy cafes with expensive (albeit mediocre) drinks were never Jed’s scene, but goddammit fate is calling.

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