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Someone asked for a part two so: A continuation of Mr. Ghostface. Warnings: Fem reader, Suggestive language, pet names, smut, slight knifeplay. (Words: 2825)

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None of the other survivors really spoke of the last trial once you all sat back down at the campfire to discuss strategies and weaknesses. Claudette assumed you had once again gone on one of your “crazy chases” with the masked killer, offering praise to you as you had easily come back in one piece. You found yourself almost eager to be placed into the next trial, your fingers drumming along your thigh as the others spoke amongst themselves. Once the flames puffed out that dreadful black fog, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat as butterflies hammered against your chest. You’d never been this excited for anything, especially not one of the entity’s grand schemes. Once the fog had cleared, you found yourself standing amid the empty wasteland better known as the Eyrie of Crows. Mere seconds into the trial, you heard a rushing noise as well as a mutated squelch. Your heart sank a little in your chest, squeezing a little in sadness as you realized it would not be your newfound masked friend. 

It had been almost a dozen trials since then and each time that fog lifted, your hope dwindled down more and more. This time as you sat back onto your comfortable spot around the fire, you nestled your chin into the palm of your hand in a slight pout. Your other hand was dragging a stick through the dirt, moving rocks and pebbles aside as you wallowed in your own boredom and longing for something that you knew was insanely wrong. That familiar pit in your stomach grew as the wisps of fog licked at the soles of your shoes, slowly wrapping around both of your legs before enveloping your whole body. In the blink of an eye, the unsightly vision of Badham Preschool filled every bit of your line of sight. You didn’t linger in one place for long, quickly shuffling through the back entrance of the school and making your way down and into the basement where you knew a generator was always waiting patiently for you. You picked the open side that was underneath the stairs and kept your ears trained to the stairs behind you to listen for any footsteps in case it happened to be the famed Michael Meyers or perhaps the elusive Wraith. After a good minute of cranking levers and crossing wires, you realized you hadn’t heard any of your teammates engage in any kind of danger, no screams of pain or distraught. You grew a little more worried as the generator grew louder in volume and you couldn’t hear as clearly as before but you continued to cast backwards glances at the stairwell. 

What you hadn’t prepared for was the occupant of all of your wild dreams as of late to come up directly behind you from the hallway opposite of the generator, scaring you enough to jam one of the cogs that was trying so hard to move. Cutting off your surprised gasp, the one and only Ghostface pressed the blade of his knife flat against your cheek as he forced you to look back and into that daunting mask. “Hey dollface.” He smoothed the words out, the grin heard through his voice as he pulled your hips back and flush to his body, pressing his slight bulge up against your rear as you pulled you away from the machinery. 

“D-Danny!” You exclaimed, your tone supposed to be surprised and scared but you couldn’t even deny how excited you sounded and the way your heart was racing. Your mind flooded with the way he treated you the first time you two had met and the dreams that had invaded your mind since. The chuckle that resonated from his chest had you blushing, the coolness of the dagger was a nice contrast to the heat of your skin and you found yourself not hating the feeling of it. 

“Miss me?” He replied cockily, wrapping his arm around your midriff as he hoisted you over and to the adjacent section of the basement where a convenient mattress sat on the ground. You gave an innocent nod as you pressed your back against the brick wall, your eyes trailing his cloaked figure as you bit your lip shyly. “Didn’t I warn you once already?” He rasped quietly as though he was a tortured man, a groan following as he stepped closer and let his hands wander and grope at your hips and ass, grabbing overflowing handfuls as he leaned over you.

“Sorry, I can’t help it.” You murmured, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to let out a breathy gasp. He took this advantage to slip his mask up enough to show his jaw and cheeks as he snuck his way in and pressed his hot mouth against the skin of your neck, earning a surprised moan from your already parted lips. “Danny?” You asked, the lust already clouding your brain as you opened your eyes to try and look down at his mysterious face.

“Keep those eyes closed, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want to have to gouge out those pretty little things.” He threatened but his words were empty and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he continued to assault your skin, his mouth quickly moving down your chest as he lifted at the hem of your thin tank top, eager to undress you. You tilt your head back again and move your arms to help tug the thin material from your body, revealing your naked torso to his eyes. With a barely stifled groan that rippled along your skin, he bent his head further and tongued at your right nipple, taking the stiff peak between his teeth and rolling it gently just to hear the way you’d cry out. You rested your head against the wall as you released lewd noises, your eyes closed as your hands settled onto his shoulders, pulling him closer. 

“Atta girl.” He’d praise, the words muffled as he chuckled. He shifted his head to the other side as his mouth unleashed the same painful pleasure onto your neglected breast, one of his hands took the place of his mouth, pinching and pulling lightly on your nipple to match his teeth and tongue. His other hand was impatiently pushing your athletic sweatpants down your hips, groaning in satisfaction when they finally pushed down your thighs. 

“Danny, please.” You asked softly, unsure exactly of what you were asking. You were itching to glance down at his face and see what murderous man was hidden behind the mask, but you also knew the secrecy of it all added to how wet you got when you thought of him. Your lack of continuation causes him to chuckle again, the rumble of it only causing more slick to coat the insides of your thighs. 

“Use your words, pretty girl.” His voice is so low and raspy and it makes you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. Your knees buckle a little at the thought, to which he catches you without missing a beat and lowers you down until your back is flat onto the mattress and your hair pools out around your head. Your eyes are barely open and you get a glance at the face that had been haunting your dreams for weeks. A sharp jawline, a set of full pink lips, a strangely attractive Adam's apple, and a set of cheeky dimples stared back at you. You were awestruck and as you audibly gulped, his smirk only widened into a full-blown shit eating grin. “Or don’t.” He replied smugly, showing off even his pearly whites. You let out an uncontainable whimper at the thought of those teeth sinking into any and all of your flesh. He took this moment of you being rendered stunned and useless to push his way between your knees, spreading your thighs apart as he gazed down at you lazily, his mask still covering everything from his nose up. You slapped your hand over your mouth to catch the moan as his gloved finger easily slid up and down your soaked slit, gathering a generous amount of your arousal as he coated two fingers, pushing them inside of you without warning. 

“Danny!” You cried out, gasping as you bit down onto your palm, eyes wide. His lips curled into a playful smirk as he plowed those two fingers in and out of your wet sex at a dizzying pace, his own tongue running over his bottom lip as he stared down at you. You were melting slowly, coming apart at the seams at the way he was devoting every ounce of his attention to you. You looked up and at the brick wall behind you as you moaned softly, your thighs spreading more as you pushed your hips up into him to take his digits fully. One of your hands moved up to your own breasts as you groped and pinched lightly at your own nipples, biting your lip from the stimulation. You heard some faint rustling and then what sounded like a soft ‘click’. 

“Dollface, you camera shy?” He hinted, his voice low and husky as his fingers slowed from their intense pace. You looked up, eyes wide. Just those words made you clench around his fingers tight and that blush found its way back onto your cheeks. He grinned even wider as he snapped another picture, this time you saw the flash. “I want to make a whole collection, sweetheart.” He mused, stooping down and pressing a hot kiss to your lower stomach as he flattened himself mostly off of the mattress and between your thighs, the mask staring up at you as you felt his mouth slip lower, a trail of messy, wet kisses leading him straight to your needy sex. You arched your back and writhed up against him, whimpering softly.

“Please, Danny! I need to feel something, anything.” You begged, your mind so boggled with the lust you’d mustered up over the last several days.

“Anything?” The question came out more like a taunt and your mind flashed images of the knife but before you could respond or express your fears, the sensation of his hot tongue ran along your already drenched lips. You gasped in excitement, arching yourself further and pushing your tits into the air as your thighs wrapped around his head, squeezing tightly in encouragement. You heard the faint click of his disposable camera but you didn’t care, you simply wanted to die on the spot. His tongue lapped at your juices with ease and a sense of finesse, lewd slurping noises filled the air of the room as Danny began the feast he had been dreaming about since their last encounter. He suckled onto your sensitive clit, chuckling against it as he pushed his two fingers back inside of you, curling them up and against that sensitive spot he knew you’d grow weak over. His free hand finally stretched up, setting the cold camera between your breast to free his hand, groping your other tit roughly as his tongue pushed into you, fucking you alongside his fingers. With a shaky hand, you grabbed the camera, jostling it around a bit before aiming it down and between your own legs shyly, only hesitating for a moment before pressing the button and hearing the little ‘click’. Danny’s groan was immediate and it rumbled through you, pulling a moan along with it. His efforts seemed to double as his fingers rubbed against your g-spot eagerly, his other hand moving down to rub his thumb over your clit, his nose bumping against it as well as his tongue explored your depths. Without being able to warn him or pull your body away at all, you felt yourself beginning to convulse, your hips rocking forward and up into his face, sufficiently humping at his mouth and nose as your orgasm pushed through your body. He rode your orgasm out without complaint, only groaning to himself in excitement as he gulped down everything you’d give him, his tongue searching your walls for more. You fell from your orgasmic high slowly, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your breathing tried to even out. “That’ll be my favorite.” He rumbled the words against your inner thigh, pressing a sickeningly sweet bite there. His hand stretched up to grab the camera, that smirk evident on his face as his mouth glistened just barely. The blush on your cheeks was intense and your gaze flicked down to the bulge that was straining his leathers.

“Can I please?” You asked softly, your eyes shifting from the mask to his bulge. His smirk morphed into a grin with wicked intent and for a second, you felt that spark of adrenaline run through your veins, hesitation flashing through your eyes.

“You thought I’d let you leave already?” He taunted, his fingers working deftly at the buckles of his shroud, plucking the leathers away to reveal his hardened, throbbing cock. You felt your saliva pool into your mouth and you swallowed roughly, squeezing your thighs together to try to stop the dull aching between your thighs. His hands settled onto either one of your knees, pushing them apart as he settled between your legs again, this time aligning his cock to the place you needed it the most. He leaned down to you, his face mere centimeters away as his breath fanned over your face. “Beg.” He pushed the word out, teasing your entrance with just the tip, making your eyes roll back impatiently as you pushed your hips up, letting out a satisfied moan when the tip slipped in. With a suppressed moan of his own, he gripped your hip with one hand, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave a bruise, the thought only encouraging another moan as your walls squeezed around the head of his cock. “Dollface.” He threatened, but his own words were weak and he was struggling to control himself.

“Please Danny, I want you to give me your cock, every inch.” You begged, your cheeks flushed and your entire body alive with desire. He didn’t even need to be asked twice, already satisfied with your short and sweet response. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groaned, his head dipping down to finally close the gap between your mouths, his tongue pushing into your mouth immediately as he took control. His hips sank down into you at the same moment, forcing the entirety of his cock into you with one harsh thrust. You cried out, the sound muffled by his own mouth dominating yours. Your walls squeezed around him and you gripped his shoulders roughly, your nails digging into his skin. The hand that held your hip shifted over just slightly as his middle and ring finger rubbed your clit in harsh, desperate circles. He pulled away from your mouth for just a moment to spit out the words, “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” With all of the added stimulation, after only a few short thrusts, you found yourself creaming on his thick cock, your lips broke away from his to moan and cry out in pleasure, your walls spasming around his cock wildly as your orgasm traveled through you. You felt him erupt deep inside of you, the first few spurts were deep and you went dumbstruck at the feeling, but he pulled out and made sure to spill some of his load onto your lower stomach and thighs, the smirk on his lips was proof enough of how proud he was of his artwork. As if the entity itself had timed it, the sound of the exit gates filled the air. Your brows furrowed, wondering why this time it had taken so long compared to last time. 

Danny pulled his camera out again, smirking playfully as he snapped another picture of you lying spent with his cum on your body. “C’mon dollface.” He mused, his mood had elevated through the roof as he fastened his own leathers, his newest concern was making sure you made it safely out of the trial.He even helped you to find your tank top that he had accidentally thrown out of the room. Once you were properly dressed, he made a show of plucking you up and tossing you over his shoulder again, giving your ass a firm spank and heading up the stairs with you. You swore you saw movement down the hallway as Danny was carrying you up and away but you couldn’t be sure, nor could you tell him to turn around. He set you onto your feet at the opened exit gate, pulling you close as he gave you a kiss that was hot enough to fluster you all over again, giving you a hard spank as he ushered you out of the trial with the promise,  “You’re definitely not getting away from me.”

(NSFW) 18+ Minors DNI:

Everyone’s not-so-secret fantasy, Mr. Ghostface. Warnings: Fem reader, Suggestive language, pet names, smut, slight knifeplay. (Words: 2122)

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Wafting your hand in front of your face in an attempt to clear the fog, you come face to face with Claudette standing only a few feet away from you as the trial begins. You found yourself deep within the main room of the family residence of the Yamaoka Estate, debris littering the floor as well as broken boards and torn doorways. The two of you didn’t hesitate to jump onto the generator that sat near the front door, looking out to the porch. You’d bargained for a toolbox this time when the entity demanded your presence, wanting to get things done as speedily as possible to avoid too much confrontation after your last few strange matches. The killers seemed to be showing much more personality and what seemed to be interest in you. You shook your head a little as you focused more onto just powering the generator at hand, crossing wires and giving a subtle smile when the generator sparked responsively. Although immensely focused, you swore you heard footsteps on the porch. You tried to tune into the sounds outside rather than the ones indoors but it was hard to hear over the rushing of the machine. Your heartbeat was beyond normal and you even felt a little relaxed, maybe you were hearing things? With that thought barely being formed, you watched in slow motion as a silent and dark figure slipped through the doorway and ripped the unsuspecting Claudette from the generator, earning a horrified scream from her as well as a jump from you that caused an ugly spark from the generator as you pulled your hands away and began to back away. The killer was staring you down through those haunting holes in his mask and as soon as Claudette was hoisted onto his shoulder, he began to drop her onto the floor. 

Ghostface had found his new target, the interesting survivor that had piqued interest around the killer camp, he thought it was only fair he also got a good look at her. What was once unfolding before you in slow motion quickly snapped back into reality as soon as you saw that he was preparing to set her onto the ground. That familiar adrenaline fueled your first movements, sprinting your way to the front window and launching yourself through it quietly and breaking into a full sprint as you head to the one place you knew better than any other - killer shack. You were sure he was following you and you kept trying to twist around to look behind you but you couldn’t find him amongst all of the bamboo trees, you couldn’t even convince your heart to beat any faster to give yourself any kind of advantage to know that he was truly following you. Upon reaching the building, you stopped your sprint, quickly catching your breath as you circled around to the back of the building, watching through the boarded up window as surely enough he stalked his way through the door. His leather shroud was wrapped around him in such a way that he was nearly impossible to see in the darkness of most areas and you found yourself thankful that the generator within the shack was already done so there was a decent amount of lighting. You found yourself moving parallel to him to avoid him finding you as quickly but you were still watching him, never taking your eyes off. Although you were also morbidly curious about this first encounter, you found him… attractive? You blamed it on the trials, never having time to yourself or time to find one of the other survivors because you were constantly thrown into the face of death. It also just so happened that the face of death was kind of hot. With flushed cheeks, you slipped back into the shack and into one of the lockers, holding your breath. This time when he stepped inside, he went for the locker immediately, luckily it was the one beside yours but it still made your breath hitch. He canted his head to the side, looking directly at your locker. Your eyes went wide and you only had a few seconds to decide what to do, your fight or flight was kicking in hard here but you found yourself too indecisive to do anything at all in the two seconds it took for him to move over to your locker and fling the door open. Now face to face with the masked man, you gulped harshly as he slammed his knife into the back of the locker, right beside your head. It was a scare tactic, of course, but it worked nevertheless as you gasped and shrunk down even smaller as he stood above you. 

“Hey dollface.” He called out, his voice was raspy and deep and it sent shivers down your spine as you sat at his mercy. “I thought you were supposed to be a good chase?” You could almost hear the smirk on his face as he belittled you. With your cheeks still flushed and your chest rising and falling rapidly, you made a slight attempt to push past him and out of the locker, feeling more and more claustrophobic as time went on. He pushed you back into the locker with ease, his gloved hands now pressed to your shoulder and to your hip as he held you in place. “Cat got your tongue?” He chided, his amusement now clear as day as he held you trapped.

“G-Ghostface?” Was your weak response which earned a chuckle of delight from behind his mask. You bit your lip as you drank in the sound, your wide eyes looking up at him. 

“There she is.” He responded smoothly, pulling his knife out from the locker and dragging it along your throat, just another scare tactic, you hoped. You still gasped and leaned further back into the locker and away from his blade which produced a little rumble of satisfaction in his chest that you could practically feel. You couldn’t help but to start feeling that slickness between your thighs, being pressed so close to this undeniably attractive man that concealed himself with that eerie mask. 

“A-Aren’t you going to hook me? To sacrifice me?” You managed to get some words out, anything would be better than just sitting in silence as you sat completely trapped between a wall and a hard body. 

“I could impale you if that’s what you’re asking, dollface.” He responded smugly, his gloved hand on your hip stretched further back as he gave your ample rear a hefty grope with his suggestive comment. You let out a soft moan in response as that lust pooled in your panties and you found yourself spreading your legs ever so slightly but it was enough for him to notice. He inhaled deeply as if having to restrain himself or regain some sense of control. His next words came out breathy and hit your core perfectly, “‘Atta girl.”

“No wait, I didn’t say anything Ghostface, I’m not-” You tried explaining your body’s lack of control but he cut you off by pressing his knife against your throat again as he palmed your ass with his other hand.

“Danny, call me Danny, babygirl.” He almost whispered those words to you as he leaned in closer and you could smell the faintest cologne on his shroud. He trailed his knife down your neck as you had hushed, the sharp edge plunging through the neckline of your top as he exposed the tops of your breasts as well as your bra to his eyes. 

“Danny, I don't think we should do this.” You replied but your back was arching up into him to give him a better view of your assets and you found your hips rolling into him in search of some form of pleasure.

“Quit lying to my face, baby. Your body is screaming out for me.” He sounded almost pained as he sheathed his knife and instead grabbed a handful of your breast, letting out a groan. You couldn’t deny how much you liked just hearing him groan and your own interest spiked tenfold wanting to hear what other noises he’d make. You found yourself absentmindedly humping against him as he groped your body, giving out weak little whimpers as your own arousal kept rising. “You poor babe, you probably need this so bad, don’t you?” He asked, stalling his movements as he waited for a response.

“I-...” You started but you couldn’t find the words and the blush on your cheeks increased ten fold. Your hips kept rocking against him, excitement thrumming in your veins as you realized he was incredibly hard and quite big underneath those leather bindings. Your mouth went dry and you found yourself licking your lips as your eyes locked with those haunting, empty sockets.

“You’re driving me wild here, bite that lip one more time and I swear to you I won’t take it easy.” He growled the words out and your eyes widened and your immediate response was to bite your lip but you grit your teeth a little instead, obviously still hesitant about what was happening. “Just say the word, dollface. I know what you need.” He taunted, this time giving a harsh rut of his own hips up into yours and making you cry out as he rubbed directly against your throbbing clit. 

“Please, Danny.” You gasped the words out, throwing your head back as a whine escaped you and you pushed your hips closer to his. You heard a satisfied chuckle from behind that mask and he took a step back as he started to undo the buckles that held his shroud together. You bit your lip in anticipation without thinking, your gaze traveling down his torso and to the bulge in his pants. With a groan, he stepped close again as he slipped one of his gloved hands down the front of your pants, surprising you but eliciting a ragged moan as his fingers teased up and down your soaked slit.

“You’re this wet for me, baby?” The words were jagged and he was obviously struggling immensely to contain his own lust. With a chuckle that sent more shivers down your spine and a gush of arousal straight to your sex, he plunged his middle finger in, teasing you by not giving you anything else. “Beg for it.” He spit out, the smirk painfully evident in his voice. As you were about to open your mouth, morals forgotten and lust clouding your vision, the sound of the exit gates filled the air of the trial. They had completed every generator and even opened the gates without checking on you. With an annoyed groan, Danny pressed another finger into your eager sex as his thumb rolled over your sensitive clit. “Guess this time it’s about you, sweetheart.” He murmured and you swore you could hear a smile in his voice. With your moans in the air and the whispers of the fog wrapping around the both of you, Danny finger fucked you with renewed vigor, groaning to himself as he plunged into you each time. “You’re so fucking wet,” He panted, his worked up state was obvious to the both of you, “I can’t wait to be inside this sweet cunt.” He spit out, his naughty words struck a chord within you and you cried out in pleasure, whimpering as you bit your bottom lip.

“Please, Danny. I’m so close.” You begged, pushing your hips closer with each plunge of his fingers, you had long since felt the knot in your lower stomach as you climbed closer to the edge. The added adrenaline of trying to reach your rushed orgasm before the entity claimed you was fuel to the fire, stroking it just right. “Danny, I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, your body on the verge.

“Cum for me dollface, the first of many.” He grit out, his own hips pumping idly as he thrust idly, succumbing to his own lust. You unraveled in his arms at the promise, your body writhing against his hand as the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had crashed over you. It took a solid minute for the both of you to recover and your gaze flicked down to his pants, noticing a blotch of wetness and you blushed as you realized what had happened on his end. He finally hoists you over his shoulder and out of the confined locker as the both of you head to the exit gates. He landed a hearty slap onto your ass as you lay over his shoulder, unmoving and still trying to catch your breath. “I can’t wait for the next trial, dollface.” 

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I love my little pyramid head baby and there’s not nearly enough of him on this site. Warnings: Suggestive language, hints at NSFW. Slow burn. (Words: 1363)

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The blackened veil was slowly lifted, starting at your feet and quickly revealing the rest of your body to the world as well as the world to your eyes. A few disoriented blinks later, you find yourself shifting your footing around the murky and muddied grounds of the Backwater Swamp, none other than the Pale Rose’s delightfully dull scenery staring back at you. With a hushed sigh, you broke into a half-hearted sprint towards the main building, seeing Meg already ahead of you and beckoning you closer and onto the generator. With a tight lipped smile, you gave a polite nod of your head. Your heart was beating steadily but not in the way that you’d assume the killer was already near, you were excited to see whoever was trying to execute you from this trial. It was a terrible thing really but you insisted it was some form of adrenaline high that you got from being chased. You were one of the best at keeping the killer's attention without getting a scratch on you and very few killers could break that string of skill and power you possessed. As you thought so highly of yourself, a terrifying sound seemed to tear through the sky, paired nicely with Dwight’s cry of pain. There were only so many noises the killers could make that were that loud. That was either The Deathslinger’s gunshot being fired off or The Executioner’s blade cutting through terrain. It was clarified in only moments when Dwight inevitably let out another painful scream, this time emerging only seconds later behind the two girls entrapped in a cage full of spikes, threatening to impale him with every move he made in his haste. Meg tossed her head to the side as if telling you to set him free while she finished. You gave Dwight a sad smile. 

“You did great, that lasted a while!” You tried to be optimistic but he wasn’t buying it, he only gave a slight shrug as you bandaged him up as best you could with the first aid kit Dwight had brought. Meg had long since finished the generator and had headed to the next, hearing an additional generator sing out in the distance. Unsure as to who your other ally was, you set out to find them as well as another generator. In mere seconds, your heart began to race and you turned the corner only to come face to face with the behemoth himself. His ragged breathing seemed to only grow louder as he slowed to a halt in front of you, his chest heaving as he rested his blade against the wooden paneling below. You swallowed abruptly, your entire mouth seeming to dry as you took an unsteady step backwards. Of course, you tripped over the rotting animal carcass the entity liked to keep around and slipped into the gaping hole in the floor. Unsure as to what exactly was happening, you shook your head and assumed autopilot as you sprint out of there as quickly as your feet could carry you, your heightened adrenaline taking you too far out to see what he’d do when you fell. You could still hear his heavy footsteps behind you and the ominous way that metal screeched against the rocks and gravel. With your own chest heaving, you stopped sprinting for long enough to hide underneath the docks, knowing he should’ve lost your trail. You held your breath as you heard him walk above you on the docks, dirt and debris falling through the planks of wood as you crouched into a corner, willing your breathing to be quieter as he kept looking around, taking much longer than you’d think he would. Two different generators rang out in the distance and with all three teammates still alive, you knew the last was soon to follow, but he still hadn’t left. You knew the entity was up to no good when one of the crows nearest to you flew a little closer and made a loud croaking noise. You tried to quietly hush it, shaking your head as you crept closer into the corner. You couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore but you really didn’t trust it. As soon as you went to peek around the corner, you let out a harsh gasp as you were grabbed abruptly, feet being pulled off of the ground as you were lifted by the throat, coughing and gasping. Your eyes settled onto the metallic, rusted cage that seemed to leer at you as your vision blurred, your nails digging into his fleshy wrist harshly in an effort to get him to let go.