#dbd! ghostface

   Trepidation filled you as soon as the trial had started. Eyes boring into your back as you worked on a generator- yet you weren’t sure if it was the killer or your teammates. You had the more solitary survivors in your group, and the atmosphere felt tense. You had heard talk at the survivors camp that the killers were merciless today- barely any of them escaping a trial even with the hatch. Everyone was on edge and you were sure the killer could feel as they stalked around. The lack of heartbeat was unnerving yet calming at the same time- your eyes darting around the area for any sign of movement as you crouched next to a generator. You had only hoped that it would be a good trial, yet the sinking feeling in your gut told you otherwise.

   The sound of two generators roaring to life filled your ears, as did the usual scream of a survivor. They went down too quick, but there was no sound of a chainsaw- nothing to warrant such a quick kill. Your legs carried you to another generator, your focus elsewhere as your thoughts raced. It could be Danny, but you were unsure- maybe your hearing had failed you and it was someone else. You shook your head, the sound of another shriek filling your ears. You had to work fast. Your teammates were quickly taking their place on hooks, yet you hadn’t heard the familiar scream from Jake yet. None of the hooks were being destroyed, and nobody was being saved. Guilt pulled at you, you had the chance to go for the first hook- yet you entrusted it to someone else and now the entity came down to collect their form. Three of you left, one on the hook, and Jake nowhere to be seen. You could barely come to a decision on whether to go to the hook or stay with the generator- your body making up for you. Running across the trial map for a hook seemed foolish, but you didn’t want them to be left for dead either. It was selfish to leave them, so you settled to be altruistic. 

   You were so close to the hook, close enough to actually make a save. The killer was nowhere to be found, until you heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching. Your arms were outstretched, ready to grab dwight off the hook- until a body slammed into you. The air was forced out of your lungs as you fell against dwight, yanking his body down onto the hook more. Blood sprayed from the wound in his shoulder as he let out a pitiful cry. You could barely acknowledge what happened as the tendril from the entity pierced through dwight's chest, the look of a broken spirit etched into his face before his body became lifeless. 

   “Short on your luck, huh?” The voice sent chills down your spine as you lay in the dirt where the hook used to hang. Your eyes shifted, the white ghostface mask staring back at you. His form was crouched next to yours, his leather-clad hand moving to pet your hair softly. With a swift movement from his free hand, the mask was lifted to show his mouth as he spoke. “You hate to see it, a survivor betrayed by their own teammate. What he doesn’t realize is you were supposed to be last, and I don’t appreciate him messing with my plan.” His head lowered closer to yours, your head lifting almost instinctively towards him to meet him in a short kiss. Your confusion slowly turned into anger as it dawned on you what happened. Jake was being chased, he purposely ran to find you and make sure he had a chance at hatch. He let the others die, just as he tried to do to you. 

   Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, frustration filling you as you stared up at Danny, his expressionless mask failing to hide the frown that pulled at his lips. A deep sigh escaped him before he sat in the dirt next to you, pulling your form off the ground and partially in his lap. “He won’t be coming back, he thinks I’m chasing you now. Rest for a bit, you look like you’re going to tear me apart or cry. Maybe both,” he murmured close to your ear, his hand rubbing your back as he held your head against his chest. You wanted to scream, to thrash and look for Jake, but you were tired. You failed your team and it was eating away at you- the tears threatening to spill over running down your cheeks. Your voice was hoarse and choked up as you spoke, “I failed them. I let them die, I’m not a good survivor… I let them down.” You buried your face into his chest as more tears streamed down your face, your breath coming in choppy inhales and shaky exhales. His body stiffened before he relaxed against you, the sound of his mask hitting the dirt catching your attention- his hand suddenly gripping your hair to pull your head up so you were looking at him. His gaze met yours, the intensity in his expression making you worry you had upset him until his eyes softened ever so slightly. “You didn’t fail them, how could you know you had a selfish brat on your team? I caught dwight at the hook, he was trying to save so you can’t say it’s all your fault. You were only doing what you could to survive and help the team- and that’s a lot more than you can say about bird boy.. I swear I saw a crow in his hair the whole time I was chasing him…” His lips pressed against your cheek in a quick kiss, his fingers running through your hair as he continued to stare down at you. You couldn’t help the smile that flashed across your features, even if the situation was shitty, you couldn’t help but feel happier around him. None of the survivors knew about the relationship yet, and you planned to keep it that way- especially after what Jake had done.

I’m not too sure which ghostface you were referring to, as I do write for both dbd ghostface and OG ghostface! I decided to write for OG and DBD GF just because I feel like both need love. I had to tone it down to some shorter drabbles about them mainly because I’m not too sure which one was requested. I hope that’s okay ^^; 

I will warn that there is violence and blood in the DBD! GF drabble 

OG GF

You sat on the couch, sandwiched between your two lovers as they watched the movie. It was your weekly movie night- your usual life interrupted by your boyfriends as they practically begged you to watch a horror movie. Again. You wouldn’t lie that you had seen too many horror movies, but the time spent with them made it worthwhile- even if they fought over your attention. And from the looks of it, it’d be one of those nights.

Stu had his arm wrapped around you, the bowl of popcorn stuck in your lap. The sound of the movie drowned out the crickets chirping outside the house, and it was peaceful. Until you felt a tug- your body being pulled against Billy’s side. You could feel the tension brewing between the two as a sigh escaped you- so much for the movie. Your body was suddenly being tugged once more towards Stu, his fingers digging into your shoulder. Your grip tightened on the popcorn bowl, not wanting to spill any of it on the floor, before you snapped, “can you two behave? I’m not a rope to play tug of war with.” 

It didn’t take long for Billy to once more pull you against his side, his grin unmistakable as he replied. “We are behaving, we’re here at home instead of dressed up for the kill. Besides, I think you look better leaning on my arm in case you get scared. I’m looking out for you after all.”

“You’re just trying to hog all the attention. Again,” Stu whined, his body dramatically shifting to fall against yours. The sound of the bowl of popcorn clattering against the floor was deafening, the room going quiet as they both looked down at you. Your eyes briefly flicked between them before you stood up, pulling away from Billy’s grasp and causing Stu to fall across his lap. 

“Alright, since I know how this night is going to go, you’re going to sit with each other. Whenever one of you gets scared you can cling to each other, I’m going to sit on the other side of the couch,” you grumbled, slightly annoyed at the loss of popcorn. It took a couple seconds before your mistake dawned upon you, both of their gazes fixed on you like an animal on the hunt. Stu was the first to make a move, his body lunging from the couch to tackle you- Billy following soon behind. 

The movie blared in the background as you were once again sandwiched between them, this time on the floor in a tangle of limbs. “Sorry babe, but you’re here to stay. You said so when you agreed to movie night,” Billy chuckled, his arms tightly wound around you. Stu’s mischievous giggling was unmistakable as he planted a quick kiss to your cheek, a grin plastered on both their faces as they looked at their prize. You sighed, but it was easy to admit that you loved the two idiots, even if they potentially gave you- or themselves- a concussion from the fall.

DBD! GF

The flash of a camera got your attention, your eyes scanning the trial area for any signs of movement. You could feel him watching you, your heart hammering in your chest as you dreaded the feeling of being so exposed. Usually he would take his sweet time watching you during a trial, but this time felt different. Rushed. Sloppy. Shivers ran down your spine as another flash went off, your body spinning around to desperately scan for the usual white mask and hooded figure. Fear crept through your mind as your thoughts wildly ran. There was no reason you could think of as to why he was behaving like this. 

Your thoughts were soon interrupted from the feeling of cold metal against your back- dragging a slow line down your spine. “You aren’t going to run? I thought you were better than that,” his whisper broke the silence, forcing your body into overdrive as you broke into an automatic sprint. How he had snuck up on you so easily was a mystery, yet you didn’t have time to solve it as a glance over your shoulder revealed he was still following you. His eyes burned into your back, the mask hiding his features from you- yet you could feel the intensity of his gaze. 

Your legs burned as you dashed through window after window, doing your best to keep him busy from your teammates- if they were even still alive. The trial was much too quiet for your liking. Another flash caught your eye, his body barreling from around a wall that you had carelessly ran past- his knife plunging into your shoulder with ease. His camera was held steady in his hand, aimed at your face still as another flash went off. You stumbled, staggered from the sudden burning pain, before your leg gave out to send you into a tumbled heap in the dirt. His footsteps sounded unbearably loud as he approached your fallen form, the sound of the leather shifting as he crouched down catching your attention. 

“So careless for a survivor. I expected better from you, yet you barely watch your surroundings-” he paused as his gaze scanned over your body, “it just makes it easier for someone like me. And I think you’re the perfect addition I need to my collection.” The roar of a generator starting was like your death toll, your wide eyes staring at him like a deer in headlights as he absentmindedly dragged the knife along your side. The sting of pain caused your face to contort, tears stinging in your eyes as he dragged the blade through your ankle- another flash. The camera was mere inches from your face, his shuddering breaths making you aware of just how much he was enjoying his little game.

You kicked out with your good leg, connecting with his leg as he let out a loud grunt- his body falling next to yours. “Fuck you,” you spit at him, your hope starting to blossom as another generator roared to life somewhere in the trial. You struggled to get up, the leg he sliced impossible to move even as you tried to force it. Finally, you resorted to a pitiful three legged crawl, your leg dragging behind you as you tried to make as much distance as possible. The entity was not in your favor, as suddenly his boot slammed into your back to shove you once again into the dirt. 

“I’ll make a deal for you, if you can walk away, you’re free to go,” he carelessly bent down as he spoke, slicing into your other ankle in a similar fashion- his camera held tightly in his other hand like he was giddy to take more pictures of you. With a pained grunt, you tried to stand, your legs not responding to any movement you tried to do. Panic rose in your throat as the situation dawned on you- he completely severed your achilles’ tendon and there was no way you were leaving the trial alive. Your expression must’ve mirrored your emotions, as suddenly he took another picture, looking at it before looking back down at you. His knife was stowed away when he suddenly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder carelessly. 

His grip on you was tight as he walked, his voice low, “I guess you wanted to stay, you were so ecstatic you couldn’t even leave. I’m glad, I think we’ll make a great pair- don’t you?” Panic gripped you like a vice, your breath hitching as the reality dawned on you. He wanted you. That was it. Nobody else mattered, they could leave, they could try to get in the way, but he was hellbent on getting what he wanted. The thought of how many pictures he had of you already made you shudder, yet you couldn’t help the intrusive thoughts of all the ways he could have killed you instead. It would’ve been endearing if not for the wounds you had already sustained.