it truly wasn't your fault but what made it so much was worse was that you were into it, a part of you felt guilty that you were wet at the idea of ghostface fucking you when your friends were actively getting chased around by a freak in a ghostface mask but the second you saw rafe and jj all dressed up in their ghostface costumes, you lost your train of thought.

and when they had popped out of the closet pinning you against the bed, well you already too far gone to think about the fact that their masks were identical to ones that had chased after you and your friends only a few days ago.

it wasn’t long before they were yanking your sleep shorts off, jj couldn’t help but pull his mask off smiling down at you as his hands groped your body, his gloved hands sliding under your shirt to grip your bare breasts and you whimpered your back arching to meet his warm touch.

“god, is she always this pathetic?” jj taunted throwing a glance back at rafe before leaning down pressing a rough kiss just under your breast as he shoved your shirt up. rafe laughed pulling his mask off throwing it on your desk before climbing on the bed beside you.

“believe it or not, yeah.” he brushed some hair away from your face as jj kissed down your body, his tongue running over your skin “she can’t breathe without dick, right baby?” rafe teased beginning to kiss your neck, biting at your skin.

your cheeks heat up, squirming at the overwhelming feeling of both of their lips on your body but you’re met with a slap on your pussy through the thin material of your panties. you gasp at the feeling pouting looking down at jj as he runs his fingers over you to soothe the sting.

rafe and jj both laugh at the look on your face “that’s what you get for not staying still.” rafe hummed tapping your cheek before pulling your shirt over your head. “such a pretty whore.” rafe hummed dropping his head down, his soft lips wrapping around your hard nipple.

“you’re so lucky, rafe.” jj praised his hand dragging over your abdomen as he slid up your body taking your other nipple between his lips. you’re moaning embarrassing loud as you try to stay still. it’s there you notice the contrast between the two men, jj’s soft and playful his tongue swirling around the bud while rafe’s is more rough taking your nipple between his teeth.

you don’t know where to put your hands or who to touch but you don’t have to think too much because rafe’s pulling away leaning up some more to catch your lips in his. “so fucking good.” he hummed, his kiss is rough his gloved hand around your throat keeping you in place.

Everything was normal, he'd picked a target; one that was barely managing to walk out of Club 100 - the most popular club on the Kook's side of the Island.

Benjamin Gilbert. The son of the biggest pain-in-the-ass lawyer on Figure 8. His mother was the one who'd managed to score both JJ's father and cousin a sentence in jail. They'd been made to spend 4 years in that shitty Charleston prison, not to mention all the countless other Pogues and people from the Cut who had been convicted due to her hand.

Well, now it was time for revenge and it came in the form of JJ Maybank. He knew the moment he'd start targeting adults, the case on finding his identity would skyrocket, so how could he hurt this 57-year old woman? Easy, by going after her son.

Nothing would hurt a mother more, than seeing her child chopped up into little pieces all because of her actions.

JJ watched as Ben stumbled down an alley, muttering to himself. He was clearly under the influence, meaning this would be an easy kill, right? Wrong...

He stalked after him; mask covering his face; cloak covering his body; knife in hand. He made sure no one was following both him and Benjamin. Hiding behind the dumpsters, ignoring the smell leaking from each, he marked his prey with his eyes - a big, red target on the Kook's back.

When he saw Ben almost fall, before straightening back up, chuckling at himself as if he had just watched someone else do the same: JJ made his move.

He jumped out, Ben spinning around quickly, immediately sobering up and panicking. He stalked forward, raising his arm above his head, ready to strike the first blow. But Ben was too quick. In a rush of adrenaline, he pushed JJ, causing him to stumble backwards and trip over his cloak.

"Damn it." He growled, the voice modulator making him sound even angrier. JJ crashed backwards into the wall, not quite falling, but definitely losing his balance. The knife fell to the ground, making a sharp clinking sound, that cut through the air like a bullet.

"You- You're that- that killer, aren't you?" Ben stuttered, terrified. JJ smirked behind his mask, he loved the moment of realisation each of his victims would get. It made the kill that much sweeter.

"Well done. You figured it out. Now.. where were we?" JJ replied, his tone sarcastic even through the voice modulator. He went to pick up his knife, when Ben quickly stamped his foot onto JJ's hand, causing JJ to groan in pain and clutch his hand, standing back up.

Ben grabbed the knife, holding it in front of him - playing the brave victim, that believed they'd be able to survive. "Don't come any closer.." He said, his voice quivering, despite his attempts to sound brave. "Or I'll-"

But he was cut off by JJ's interruption. "Or what? You're gonna stab me?" JJ mocked, almost laughing. "Please, look at you, 'Mama's perfect little boy'. You don't have the guts-"

However, this time it was JJ who was cut off, by the sharp pain in his side. His flesh parted for the knife as Ben pushed it into JJ's body. Blood immediately started to pour from the wound, staining JJ's t-shirt beneath the cloak, as well as the cloak itself. It had seen many bloodstains, but never JJ's.

"Son of a bitch." JJ growled behind the mask, the modulator unable to hide the angry, animalistic growl he gave off.

Ben immediately froze after that, he couldn't believe it. He, Benjamin Gilbert, a boy who'd never done anything bad in his life, had just stabbed a man. And not just any man, the Ghostface Killer.

Unfortunately for Ben, his little freezing moment was gonna cost him. JJ reached beneath his cloak, taking out his 'just-in-case gun' and aiming it right at Ben's forehead. Ben almost screamed, but was cut off by the deafening sound of a gunshot.

As Ben's now limp body, fell to the floor, JJ tucked away his gun, groaning in pain, as he held his now punctured side. It was the only time JJ had never shown his face to his victims..

Back at the Chateau, JJ was struggling to close up his wound. He'd managed to stop the bleeding, using half of John B's toilet paper and 'clean' towels.

Everyone was supposed to be out at a kegger on the beach: JJ was supposed to be meeting the rest of the Pogues there, but that was looking less likely right about now.

He stepped out of the bathroom, looking both ways - making sure there was definitely no one here. When he had convinced himself he was alone, he ventured out to the kitchen. Still holding his side, with an icepack wrapped inside a towel, he searched the cupboards for the first aid kit.

He knew John B kept one in the Chateau somewhere, as he'd used it before when John B had to patch JJ up after a fight with his Dad. It wasn't in the bathroom, so hopefully it would be in the kitchen. "Damn it, where the fuck is it?" He growled, the pain in his side not having gone down, as well as the blood.

That's when he heard the porch door swing open, his eyes widened. John B wasn't supposed to be back so soon, it was only 11, surely he must be macking on some hot chick right now.

"JJ? You here?" You called out, once you stepped inside the shack known as the Chateau. JJ's shoulders visibly tensed. You were his best friend, meaning whatever shitty lies he usually told the other Pogues, weren't gonna work on you.

You continued to look around the Chateau for him, until you caught him in the kitchen, gripping the counter and holding the towel-icepack combo on his side. "JJ? What the fuck happened to you?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it." He replied, through gritted teeth, as he clutched the counter harder, his biceps tightening beneath his shirt.

While you weren't complaining about the view of his muscular back, you did want to see his pretty face. "Uh, uh, don't you even think about it. You can't bullshit me, JJ."

You stepped closer, turning him to face you, by pushing his shoulder. That's when you finally noticing the blood on his shirt and on the towel, which he held against his side. "Holy fuck-"

"I'm fine. Just fell and crashed my bike, no biggie. Besides, you know I ain't exactly careful on that shit." He replied, his tone annoyed and defensive, it was clearly he was being his usual stubborn self.

"Yeah, cause you look it." You rolled your eyes. Did he honestly think he could get away with lying TO YOU?? "That wound must be worse than it looks if you think you can lie to me."

"I'm good, princess, don't worry about it." You wanted to slap him, why does he have to be so stubborn all the time. You probably would have, if you couldn't tell how badly in pain he was.

"Sit down." You said, helping him to sit on the counter, as you turned to the cupboards and pulled out the first aid kit. JJ rolled his eyes, of course you found what he'd been looking for the past 5 minutes, in under 5 seconds.

"Princess, I told you, I'm fine." He repeated, as he watched you dig through the kit for bandages and wipes. He remained perched on the counter anyways, not making any effort to move off and stop you.

"Bullshit. Stop fucking lying to me. I'm not Kiara, I don't just look into those pretty blue eyes of yours and believe everything that comes from your lips."

That shut him up quickly. It also brought back a piece of the normal, usual him - the one you loved and much preferred. You walked over to him, gently moving the towel-icepack combo from his side and lifted up his shirt.

"What? Not gonna ask for a date first?" he couldn't resist, but you didn't mind. You were used to his flirty little comments, after all you'd grown up with them, they were a part of your friendship. "Then again, you were always straight to the point weren't you?"

You chuckled at his words, until your face fell. His smirk also faded, when he saw your parted lips and widened eyes. The wound was deep, surrounded in dried blood and a horrendous sight. It made you want to throw up.

"Holy fuck, JJ! How did this even- What the fuck were you doing?!" You exclaimed wanting nothing more than to find out how your best friend had earned a wound like that.

"I told you I crashed my bike."

"And I told you not to bullshit me. How did it happen?" You say, your tone more firm and frustrated now. You could swear it looked like a stab wound, but you didn't want to say anything.

JJ could tell he wasn't winning this fight, you had that look in your eyes. "Alright, fine, just- just don't be mad." He mumbled, unable to believe that he was actually admitting this to you. "I got into a fight.. with a Kook."

"You're such an idiot, you know that? What the fuck were you even doing on Figure 8?"

"I went to pick up some beer, the good stuff. You know, the one Kie brought that one time?"

"And instead of bringing back beer, you brought home a losing fight wound?"

"Hey! I didn't lose, practically killed the other guy."

"Yeah, right, JJ. I'll believe it when I see it." You rolled your eyes, at his exaggeration, not understanding that he was in fact telling the truth.

You immediately got to work on his wound, stitching him up and self-prescribing him some antibiotics for the pain. Afterwards, instead of returning to the party, you stayed at the Chateau with him, helping him tidy the bathroom and get rid of all the mess he'd made before John B returned home.

You'd even stayed the night with him. Both of you sleeping in the spare room, which had basically become his since he spend most his time here. He'd slept shirtless, his stomach and abs covered by the massive-arse bandage you'd wrapped around him. He watched you as you slept, peacefully, next to him, unaware of who he truly was.

"well well, would you look at that. looks like someone's excited to hear our voice, huh?" the moderator purls, and you turn, leaning back against the counter with a frightened huff. "i-i did what you asked, what do you want?"

although the moderator continues with a bland tone, you can tell that it's being switched off to its partner with the latent pause that follows. "let's get you in bed now, hm? show us that you can be a good girl." you're already trailing up to your bedroom, hands quaking against the banister with each tentative step.

"and then what?" you breathe into the microphone, entering your bedroom with eyes that sweep across its contents, voyaging for anything out of the ordinary. "what.. what do you want me to do?"

the voice behind the machine chuckles with grotesque laughter. "oh you stupid, insolent thing.. you know what to do. you know exactly what to do. i know this isn't the first time someone's asked you to strip.. to lay yourself bare on the bed.. to touch your raw pussy until you're nothing atop it."

your breath hitches, fingers pausing at the hem of your blouse. "you.. you want me to do that?"

GHOSTFACE JJ.. who finally snapped when the Kooks picked on Pope, whilst he was just doing his job of delivering groceries to houses on Figure 8. He'd stayed behind on the boat, waiting for his best friend to return, but when he saw the state Pope was left in, all hell broke loose...

GHOSTFACE JJ.. whose first victim was none over than Topper Thornton, himself. He'd managed to get Pope to tell him who it was that roughed him up and the first two he said: 'Topper Thornton and Rafe Cameron.' And so, he snuck into Topper's house, in the dead of night, and slashed open his throat with his knife.

GHOSTFACE JJ.. who didn't even blink as he cut open Topper's throat, no, he revelled in it. He felt more happiness and justice in that moment than ever before. The sick bastard smirked behind his Halloween mask, which he'd stolen from the Halloween costume store.

GHOSTFACE JJ.. who played innocent in front of his friends. When they saw the news about Topper on the TV in The Wreck, they were all shocked, and JJ played his part to perfection. He acted as he usually did, leaving the rest of the Pogues to suspect nothing.

GHOSTFACE JJ.. who the very next night went after the 'King Kook' himself - Rafe Cameron. He decided to spice things up this night, so after he'd snuck through Rafe's open window in his ensuite bathroom, he woke the Kook up. Rafe woke with a jolt, his eyes immediately widening as he saw the dressed up, masked figure above his bed.

GHOSTFACE JJ.. who then raised his knife - tightly held in his fists - before stabbing Rafe, right in his heart. Blood immediately shot up, staining JJ's mask in blood. And just as Rafe clung onto the last remaining speck of life he had, JJ raised his mask, showing Rafe exactly who it was that killed him. JJ Maybank, a Pogue.

GHOSTFACE JJ.. who quickly became a serial killer, as well as the biggest mystery and danger the Outer Banks islands had ever faced. He had killed around 13 of the Kooks on the island, in one month, all because of how they treated him and his friends, as well as everyone on The Cut.

GHOSTFACE JJ.. who laughed when the Kildare County Sheriff Station claimed they had no suspects as of late, but were going to do everything they could to defend themselves from this danger..

GHOSTFACE JJ.. who kinda liked the name the scared people of the Outer Banks had given him. He thought the name 'The Ghostface Killer' matched everything perfectly. He moved like a ghost, only showing his face to his victims, just moments before their deaths.