#dbd verse.

         “ what’s it feel like ? ”   he asks lowly, lacking air in his lungs, mask tilting in her direction.   “ you’re holding out longer than I’d anticipated. ”   the hand at her throat is pulled back, knife re-enforcing his power, and he taps at his hip knowing his camera is hidden beneath his cloak there.   “ think you can keep that up for a couple photos ? ”

𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍  𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍  :  “ 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝,  𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝,  𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝  𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐  𝚞𝚙. ”

         “ the phone ?  or you by the fucking neck ? ”   the taste in his mouth is bitter.   sure, there are perks to living in the presence of other killers.   he could brag about his art, about the lives he’d taken in such a talented way  -  how he’d hidden among the locals of each town he’d visited, even befriending some of them, while killing directly under their noses.   secrets he could finally get off his chest.   𝐈  𝐀𝐌  𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄.   𝚗𝚘  𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜,  𝚗𝚘  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.   but it meant spending his time with a number of individuals who not even half matched his intelligence and capability.   underlings  -  in the presence of an expert.    𝐀  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 !   and naturally he’s always taken for granted.

his tongue presses to the backs of his teeth impatiently.   “ unless I’m waitin’ for a quality knock knock joke, I’m not fucking interested. ”

in his peripheral, ghostface notices the door of a locker open and close.   lips curve, laced with a particular bitterness because 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍  𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚑𝚒𝚖.   𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐍𝐎  𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋.  fearless, he’ll gut them while their screams ring pleasantly in his ears.   his footsteps are silent, closing in on the survivor.  shadowy cloak appears first in front of the door and he brings his mask into view through the slits he knows they can see him through.   

        “ I’m embarrassed for you.  of all the places t’ hide ... I almost wanna let you try again. ”

𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍  :  “ 𝚠𝚑𝚘  𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌  𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚜𝚘  𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 ?   𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎  𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝  𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚒𝚝. ”

his lower lip is pulled between his teeth and held in place thoughtfully as he considers the other’s words.   the action is entirely hidden, of course, by his iconic mask which cocks to the right curiously.   “ you understand the purpose of nerves, don’t you ? ”   danny blinks, shoulders shrugging halfheartedly.   “ you think that’s impressive, clearly you’ve never seen an intestine before.   could play jump-rope with one'a those things. ”   a hand rests on his hip.   to be able to destroy and maim things that hold such importance and control within the body ?   𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑.   

his chin juts out,  curious gaze falling upon his company.   “ have you ever wondered what your own optic nerve looks like ? ”   a beat, hand rising from his hip along with a pointed index finger  -  𝐀𝐍  𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 !   “ or intestines, for the matter. ”   he hums, rocking onto the heels of his boots.   “ think your blood is any redder than mine ? ”   another pause, stale air between them as ghostface gives a guttural chuckle.   

            “ I’m just kiddin’, ”   his head tilts,   “ unless ? ”

suffice to say, her threats do little to faze him. even in an entirely different realm, his life (and now death, it seems), have been spent under constant strain. jay has an intimate relationship with pain--it knows him better than any singular human person.

grabbing michael's attention isn't a tough thing to do-- the entity's realm gets boring after a while, and even his obsession with laurie is dimming down a bit. he's killed her in every possible way and she has evaded him and escaped him so many times they've both lost count. the game will never stop for michael because he will always want laurie, but not in the way he wants this one. leon, the newest of the bunch. all fire and spit and anger and fists. one who does not allow himself to be grabbed so easily by any killer. michael has seen him overpower or escape from some of the weaker killers-- the legion members, most of the girls and even the ghostface. clearly, leon has had training in defending himself before being taken by the realm. it makes sense-- he carries himself like one with paranoia, someone used to looking over their shoulder and untrusting of their surroundings. michael is curious to know what leon faced off out there, wonders if they come from a similar universe or something entirely different like other survivors and killers. he finds himself utterly consumed and intrigued by the blonde and perhaps leon has noticed michael's unwavering obsession; one which has lasted for every single trial they've been in together. michael thinks this is the fifth one in a row the entity has placed them together. maybe She likes watching them, enjoys the visceral reactions michael gives. it's the only time he reacts in more ways than breathing and staring.