#screamoc

Hi there! its been a while, I created a scream OC, and its been a good ride. I am insanely attached to her. I've been thinking of her origin story. Unlike some that fall behind the original? I wanted to create blair's own story aside from the franchise. She lives in the 90s so just like the OG movie, she found her own attachment to this cheap costume! It may not be 100% original to make her, her own ghostface (as if she were the one to create it) but I like to have that for her! For whoever reads it, bless you! It may tweak later down the line but for now i'm very happy. This is the easiest place to store stories for those who are ever curious. (also its total coincidence that scream 7 will happen soon. blair was created in october last year <3)

Mornings. The least favorite time of day for a masc woman in her twenties, waking up with a heavy groan while rubbing over their face. Turning away from the sunlight which shone perfectly against her face, she 'happily' dodged it as she pushed the blinds closed rather sloppily, her rather black eyes refusing to even look into the direction of it, having been forced to get out of her bed because of that wonderful light. Another groan left her body as she walked over to her own restroom, sighing while she stretched her neck, hearing several bone snaps before she stretched more professionally, in which her boxing background helped some. She had a long night behind her. Something that she preferred far more out of the sunny daylight morning she was met with today. She was completely in her element at night. Discovering new preferences every single day. What do you mean you may ask.. Wouldnt you like to know?

Bates made sure to be somewhat 'fresh' for the day, putting some cold water in her hands to wash over her face before she leaned over her own sink, watching her own reflection as she tilted her head. Moments like that often left her silent as she watched her own self and mind. So many questions still unanswered. Her migraines and other mental conditions still kept themselves up the surface, always rather dominant but slowly and surely she found some way to bit by bit, become the boss above it. Were they ethical.. and right? one could argue.. As a matter of fact, it was shaking up the town.. But they had no idea what was about to grow nor hit them.

The way Blair looked at herself was challenging. There were times where she felt she was finally understanding her own mind. An aggresive beast within her brain that needed an outlet. And not just a normal one some would call.. Other parts of her were very well toned down. Emotions were missing. Specific emotions were numb or not even understood. There was alot going on, while the appearance of herself remained silent, watchful.. Attentive, weary. But there was so much more hidden below that skin of hers. An intelligent bored individual who dealt with pain? anxiety.. Hunger. And most of all, psychopathic tendencies, for the forbidden in this world. Inhaling as she looked up.. Her dark ruby eyes staring at themselves.. something wasnt quite complete, in her process of finding her true calling in this world. she couldnt put her finger to it what exactly was that missing piece. She was slowly getting to where she wanted to be, but it was like a knife, curved to perfection, but the handle wasnt right. Not the right specific piece. But what was that piece?

she was in new territory, a place in life where she was finally able to find things she couldnt, but it wasnt full circle. She was only 21. But she felt like she couldnt waste longer, trying to fit into this society that wasnt her life. It was close to finally having her ticking time bomb mind be able to have a kill switch, to stop the massive pains and voices speaking to her. But not quite was it complete. coming from europe? everything was so different here in woodsboro. Here.. Here she was starting to live. America seemed to offer far more than how the world in europe was. Only being 21 at this rate, the woman was way ahead of things.. she seemed about 25 and older in behavior and height or motives. But. Still.. There was alot here to unfold. Blair after exhaling once deeply, broke the contact of herself in the mirror to put on her pants with thick black chain, a shirt since it seemed sunny and additional perfume that had a hint of vanilla.. before walking down the long curly stairs to end up in yet again an empty house.. Despite she wasnt alone.

Humming once to see what she felt like eating, she remembered she'd bought some jerky the other day.not usually eating too much in the morning despite having millions of things to choose from, she watched the radio which stood on the kitchen table as she bit down on her jerky, turning it a little louder as her parents were as per usual not even realizing they had a life breathing daughter in the house.. It wasnt until her ears twitched ever so little, hearing the immediate news.

I wish I could give better news, but for everyone's safety. Another rather bad hit for woodsboro, a continous line of murders have struck yet again last night. Stronger than ever. scarier than ever. But sadly, it couldnt become more vague than it already has. More questions and even less answers.. To how everyone asks, how?

People and police are close to claiming that these murders are almost considered a myth. Are we being fooled. Is this a big fun idea of some crazy psychopath? Or part of a much bigger danger we arent noticing

A sarcastic smirk was put upon the masc woman's face as she listened. Her gaze resting on the floor as she ate her jerkey, arms crossed..

No noises, no traces. Not a single eye witness. Yet the blood of many are spread all across the city. And theres no remorse. Whoever it is, has no moral standards. No holding back upon their dark intentions.. are we dealing with a serial killer, a young bull gone rogue. We dont even know where to begin.

There's not a single lead to who or what could've possible caused it. Some may even say its curse. a phantom, others call it a grim reaper.. Authorities are rather shocked and until further notice cant identity the motive nor causes why this is happening. as if a figure, no way to grasp in life took their lifes

are we dealing with this new mystery, a bloody mary? A supernatural phenominon. Some may even call it the closest to a deadly spirit? a shadow. an Apparition. The best description may even be a ghost haunting the city? Will we all have to live in fear of it haunting us home.. Sneak through our places we call safe while it slips through all walls. We're afraid to say..This is Jennifer on fox news

Blair was leaning against the counter, her back towards the radio as she listened.. It wasnt until they went all through the names and concepts they were thinking off for this murderous concept, as one of them stuck to her like glue.

"ghost huh.." she thought, her eyes narrowed as she looked up the stairs where she came from. She remembered awefully well when sneaking back in her house the past few weeks that most of her clothing was stained from the blood. She was almost confident enough to be without a cover, but it was more an unthought concept. All her mind wanted was to do what it was begging for, now that it found a way, close to perfect on how to tackle her own demons. Her desires.. The need for blood. It bothered her that some of her clothes had to be thrown out..

A slight flashback from a few days ago showed blair at her jeep. Groaning as her outfit was just completely drenched in blood. The feel itself was satisfying to her sadistic mind, a reminder of what she truly needed in order to live. To feel the emotions she never had. The enjoyment.. the obsession.. But sooner or later she'd need to find a solution to her gory traces, despite nothing had revealed her yet. She was smart not to let herself slip, though, she knew she had to come up with something soon if she wanted to keep her wardrobe.

it was close to halloween.. And a saturday; which meant it would be busy within woodsboro.. Walking through the halls she hated so desperately much in a busy mall, dealing with screaming kids, many eyes that could potentially lead to conversations, avoiding any individual who'd take a glance at her by intimidating them if they'd even try, Blair first grabbed some essentials, such as tank tops, pants that were comfy. The usual that she had to replace.. until she passed a cheap store they build out just for halloween time for people to shop, just a few bucks and you'd have a very uncomfortable but affordable costume. Rolling her eyes as it was extremely busy in the store itself, the masc woman couldnt help but see whatever was relevant these days, even if it meant going through the huge amount of crowds. She noticed some references from the movie world, cute girly pop costumes. Vampires, werewolves. Teenage mutant ninja turtles. Power rangers. All the iconic stuff known here in america or at least.. Hollywood. She watched many young and old people grab their favorites, some kids even begging for their mom to get their spongebob costumes. Passing the hyperactive people, she walked more to the back where it seemingly wasnt as crazy. They were less colorfull.. And alot more dark for the standards in this store. Some scarecrows costumes, batman.. Even some beetlejuice. However, when Blair passed some overlooked corners where costumes were tried on and thrown, she kneeled down to notice a ghost mask. The mask had long, hollow, black-slotted eyes, an elongated nose, and a wide, downward-curving mouth that seemed to create a distorted, mocking expression of terror and surprise. Blair slowly raised her body as she had the mask in one hand, somehow feeling it spoke to her out of all things she'd been seeing. it was like.. as if it captured a look of intense, frozen panic. The white rubber Halloween-style mask that mimics a ghost, felt like she'd seen it before. Not as an object or like the product being sold in more stores, but like a character having roamed in her mind endlessly, never having shown itself except a shadow or silhouette. It just.. Clicked. The haunting anguished expression of the rubber mask just seemed to attach itself to blair and visa versa, like a long lost part of her suddenly coming home.. Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at it. A hidden treasure found by the right person. It made her furious what else was surrounding this one mask that had been thrown around. As her gaze after minutes dared to remove themselves from the white mask, she noticed a rather flimsy thin but black robe, almost looking like some type of grim reaper. It had long and nice drapes, 3 on each side that varied in size. Made to possibly look worn and ghost like.. Like a haunting figure floating over services for centuries, the fabric tried to seem jagged. Blair crouched down again, now grabbing both pieces before she got back up.. Her mind feeling like a missing piece was still there, but somehow she couldnt let this stay in the store.

Walking out after having paid, black put both pieces closest to her with all bags she got from shopping, she headed back home. As she'd thrown all bags in the back, somehow the cheap halloween costume store's bag couldnt stay in the back, and instead got put in the passenger seat. Even to blair's surprise, almost rolling her eyes at herself for doing what she did, she decided not to ignore what seemed to call to her. Even if it seemed silly at the time.

As soon as she was home, she threw all bags gathered on her bed before she turned her gaze to that one specific plastic bag.. frowning until she unpacked the costume bought today. Whats making you so different Blair thought as she grabbed the mask again, staring at it like it had its own life.. She swore in the back of her head it was slowly talking to her. How much it wanted to be worn. As blair hesitantly frowned at her mind which was a first among other things, she did get curious.. And so, almost as a second nature, she closed her door as she listened to the incredible silence in her house, before putting on the long drapery rope and at last.. The ghost like mask.

She was surprised how well you could see through the eyes. The breathability was quite impressive for how cheap of a mask it may was to many.. But as she had all things together, walking towards her own sink to see in the mirror.. She got hit with something new. Like it was, part of her.

"Ahh... Took you long enough."

Blair turned her head around, she swore she heard someone speak to her, but as she got more suspicious and looked back.. She stepped closer to the mirror.. turning her own face around to look at all angles through the eyes of the ghost. "Dont act like you dont hear me"

And there it was again.. Blair inhaled as she stood more straight, standing stronger in her own boots. "I may be different but I'm not insane or out of my mind" she said outloud, to which she got replied to. "I never said you were"

Somehow, the cheap materials felt like an extention of herself. Part of her. Like making a bond, or a deal with something unnatural. Most would assume that comes with a price? It felt like it wanted to explore, go out. Escape.. Live.

"I know you want to.. How about we go create some havoc"

"Not my type of doing nor style.."

"No? You cant lie to yourself. I know you crave to see emotions you cant have, bates. The ones you miss out on. Not many things can make you feel this excitement. a thrill.. a rush.. You kill for it, in literal terms" Blair looked away from herself in the ghost costume, until she looked back again.. Immediately being spoken to.

"You want people to see their worst nightmares. Have them forget how terrifying life can be when haunted. How their heart can stop any minute due to the intense fright they feel.. The play of whose faster.. the knife ripping through their body, or.. the body giving out due to a heart attack from intense fear triggers. a massive adrenaline surge, causing rapid heart rates, high blood pressure.. but thats not all you like. You want people to fear what they see.. Have them break mentally to end up in an asylum.. Assume they're haunted for their lives. But they wont even reach that place, not when you're finished with them"

"all you needed left to fully be you was some figure.. A concept.. that would suit you.. Feels famillair doesnt it?" it said before Blair inhaled.. She felt it coming up. The massive urge to do the forbidden, again.. Now with the ghost figure, her intense obsession was only growing worse. It was as if that one missing puzzle piece was hovering in the exact shape it had to land in.. But it wasnt put there. And it wanted to slam its way in.

And so.. The masc girl, the second it hit night, about to leave with a new part of herself one may say.. Wanting to see what it would be like with her costume on. But just as she was putting it in her bag to go to her car, the radio was still on in the background, having walked down the stairs until she listened attentively. They were talking about one of the main news women on who.. had an opinion about some things that hit blair close to home. She sounded incredibly unimpressed and pissed? To which blair couldnt help but listen.

"what are they settled on now, a myth like grim reaper or a ghost??? Wh.. Okay, thanks jeremy. Right-" The woman started, her voice being displeased and incredibly unphased. "this so called ghost figure is scaring the majority of woodsboro and make them walk on their tiptoes? scaring everyone to their wits. I call it bullshit.. To be honest I'd not be phased should it ever climb through my windows and come haunt me. Its just some idiotic individual who feels like it can do what he wants. You guys are too imaginative. Dont give it the attention. Some wackjob thought he could do it, and now everyone locks their doors and about controls this town? pathetic. Everyone should laugh in the face of fear. I would."

normally blair wouldn't have given in on that. but something new was brewing inside of her.. She was hungry to find out about things. she wanted to see, if this night, she'd get her own answers she'd been looking for...

"Thats enough for this time, I'll be back for the 10 PM news, Jennifer jones, fox news"

As soon as the news went off line, Jessica sighed deeply. "God I seriously cant believe people are getting so.. Terrified of what?? Some killer. To even give it a name like a ghost. Come on.." she sounded genuinely disgusted, rolling her eyes as most people at fox news were rather hesitant. "You do have to realize, jones.. There's been about 20+ murders at this rate.. this is serious." "As serious as you guys make it. Dont give it the attention. Its some lunatic who decided to swing a knife and now? Its getting all this attention." jessica said as everyone didnt really answer her. they were all terrified deep inside.. "God- You guys are children" she said as she got up, walking to her little corner to grab a coffee.. In about an hour she had her final screentime of the night.. "I seriously cant believe why everyone is so tense. Its just a killer.. and pfff.. A ghost? Seriously. I'm between idiots" she kept rambling to herself, sighing of frustration before she already walked to her own room, sitting down to see what news she had to talk about. Of course it was about the killer again.. She genuinely was done with it. If only she knew what her words said on the radio would lure to herself.

While she was preparing and casually sipping her coffee, a black draped figure had found its way into the building.. The stealth it had taught itself being miraculously easy even with the costume.. She had to manouvre her way through various control rooms in order to dodge the main entrances, tons of equipment laying around which was no surprise. Big businesses seemed to really not give a shit.. But as one small device caught her eye.. Kneeling down, it seemed like some small walky talky.. but after pressing a button and noticing no noise came out of it nor signal, she held it closer "Huh.." She whispered, to which the device changed her voice.. Oh... Will you look at that? Blair stood up stronger with the thing in her hand, pressing the button again to say a few more words. She didnt sound like a woman, it sounded like a male voice. A new figure.. Anonymity.. A literal different, more frightening idea. An untracable voice. She hadnt even thought of that before. All her kills so far had been with the effect to haunt.. And drive someone mad without a single word said. She frightened people without anything spoken. Now, more and more things were unfolding, making her feel more alive than ever. The device hadnt left her hand since.. Hiding it in her costume, the other hand holding her knife.. Walking past corridors, unheard and noticed.. Two guys in the control rooms, watching the security cameras, laid back and somewhat tense due to the recent murders, made them be a little more aware of the surroundings, in which one, caught a glimse when a black figure with white face passed only a corner in one of the cameras.. "Holy fuck.. shit did you see that" a bit of a chubby security guy called jason said as he slammed his colleague jeff next to him full on the chest. "DUDE- F What was that for?!" He said as Jason had his eyes glued.. "what?!" "I swear I saw a.. A figure" "funny Jason... stop that shit. There's about a hundred people here, of course there's gonna be people walking." he said as his colleague turned to him, a little aggrivated. "you think i'd joke about any of THIS JEFF?".

As the two were almost fighting, Jeff sighed as he rubbed over his face. "Okay.. Okay I'm sorry- Chill.. Try to calm down. what did you see?" Jeff asked as Jason was glued onto the screens. "i.. Can we look back on the cameras.. I swore it seemed different than a typical person passing.. Maybe i'm just not thinking straight" Jason said as Jeff suddenly noticed a very eerie figure pass on a different screen.. "Fuck- Fuck n- no need I see what you MEAN" Jeff said as Jason turned to his direction to notice a ghost like figure inching closer to the bigger rooms where the live news would start. "shit- SHIT. Warn everyone-" "We cant she's about to go live?! That and causing.. Panic is-" "GODDAMNIT-"

Chaos was already evolving.. Blair was inching closer to the woman who dare claimed wouldnt be scared if a ghost would haunt her.. and she wanted to see it for herself.

"I cant sit here AND PRETEND ITS OKAY, SHES IN DANGER-" "JASON COME BACK".

The chubby guy ran for his life, already causing commotion the second he ran out of the office he and jeff sat in. Security guys frowned upon his running and stopped him in his tracks. "Woah woah- This is off limits, we're about to go live-" "THE GHOST. Figure- WHATEVER. ITS HERE". Due to the sudden news, everyone was wandering what was happening. it slowed down the actual security to jump on it immediately.. Since it sounded more like a hoax. "I SWEAR ITS HERE- IT MUST BE AFTER HER" "Jason.. What do you mean" the security guys asked as everyone was all over the place. Only Jeff and him had seen the figure, which of course slowed everything down.

"Okay.. 3-2-1, go" the guy another room signed to Jennifer to get ready to go live. All not realizing who was in the room with Jones in the meantime.

"This is Jennifer jones with fox news. First things first. The ghost of woodsboro, a myth, or reality? Lets begin-"

As the woman started, a black tall figure slowly raised its body from the shadows and ground, standing right next to the camera who was pointed at jennifer.. Staring.. Endlessly. Just as Jennifer looked up from her papers to start, she felt her heart skip a beat to see this ghost type figure, and with that, on accident leave a scream as she covered her mouth. Blair had positioned herself so perfectly well in a corner next to the big camera, that only Jennifer was able to see her. "Jennifer... Are you okay?" the gestured in sign language, for Jennifer broke contact with the camera as she got checked on.. only to see the figure gone. "S-Sorry i- Back to.. The news-" "Are you sure we dont need to stop? What happened?" A colleague asked from camera crew as Jennifer laughed fakely.. "No- No its okay" she said as she put up a big fake smile.. Trying to shake off the chaos that was happening.. "Uhm- Haha.. The news. San francisco dealt with a heavy earthquake. A whopping 7.5.-" jennifer sounded rather stressed.. She felt her own throat tighten while adjusting her papers.. Yet giving all signs they had to keep rolling. Everyone from the control panels was in an inbetween state of unknowing what was happening as well as noticing a tense energy. But Jennifer pushed through.. Or well.. Tried.


just as she thought she had somewhat of a control, a sudden ghost like figure appeared behind her, raising themselves from the ground as the arms were even higher.. Holding what seemed the sharpest knife.. About to stab right through jennifer's back.. But that wasnt blair's intent.. No, she was just giving that idea.. "Holy fuck" "Oh my god"

The amount of people that gasped, before one decided to scream it outloud, most being totally frozen to not think to warn others. "JENNIFER WATCH OUT".

the sudden figure of the ghost and knife, growing larger and larger as it had crouched and snuck its way close, only to become insanely intimidating, hovering over the woman.. About to poke at the bear who didnt seem to be afraid as Jennifer caught her own reflection in the huge camera lens.. Right before she heard the screams from the room trying to warn her, widening her eyes and turning around to notice this huge figure about to get to her. "oh.. shit" Jennifer whispered before she dodged the way blair was about to stab her, happy she did.. because this was only the beginning of it. As Jennifer tried to dodge the figure and get away, blair managed to cut her forehead, as the older woman stumbled backwards.. Grunting as it hurt.. But it wasnt until she looked up, trying to push herself up as she felt the blood drip down her face.. Her hand reaching for it as her fingers, all in red.. made her realize something deep within her. She was being hunted.. Like a pig for slaughter..

In the total and utter panic of the figure appearing, the whole fox news crew forgot to stop the cameras, for they caught everything that was happening, for the world to see.. Whether is was just woodsboro, or more. A capture of the ghostface..

"I.. I'm not afraid of you.." Was what jennifer said.. Still crawling backwards with trouble before she dared to look directly at the ghost.. Feeling a sudden huge hit inside her mentally.. It was the way the figure walked so painstakingly slow, like it slid over the floor.. The weeping eyes staring down at her to haunt her mind. No emotion was visible, yet the body language screamed terror to her.. Everything around her seemed to suddenly turn numb, except for herself. her pupils widened as she felt every great thing in her life flash infront of her. It was as if her body caught up on the reality, that she was not making it out alive.. Never in her life had she felt this terrified.. It couldnt escape. It couldnt run.. Everyone tried to scream at jennifer to try and escape her faith.. But she froze. She totally froze. She heard her own heart thud inside her head, raising like its been thrown around for years. "JENNIFER- RUN" Everyone screamed and shouted, not daring to enter the room themselves for they didnt know what they dealt with.

She was totally.. Frozen by fear. suddenly it was a total nightmare. Suddenly she knew what people were talking about, terrified for life.

It was the moment that blair saw that switch in jennifer's eyes.. The switch that made her totally break apart. The ghost caught to her. Never in her life had she seen someone with this much fright in their body. Jennifer couldnt speak? she couldnt move.. No matter how many times people tried to yell at her.


"WHY ISNT SHE MOVING. run. MOVE. MOVE AWAY JENNIFER".


it were like empty echoes.. Like being under water.. People could yell for their lives.. But it didnt come through.. "Not afraid.. that may be your biggest lie yet Jones" Blair said as she activated the voice changer.

The voice of the ghost now echoing in her mind only made her seem to go totally insane, it snapped jennifer as a whole. Not just the voice, but a figure infront of her, moving in real time.. Jennifer was no longer being able to be saved. She saw the life flash infront of her eyes. "no.. Because? some laugh in the face of fear? no? That wasnt you..?" Blair was poking more at her mentally, for jennifer's eyes showed she was totally lost.. But especially. Scared to her wits. She was shaking, her skin had turned pale.. As if her heart already stopped working. "Talking to the ghost in such matters.. That only makes it angry.. You'll be unable to escape the curse until the life pours out of you. Perhaps you should've thought twice before claiming what you've said" Blair said as she inched closer, heavy steps due to her boots and her hand playing with the knife in her hand. Jennifer almost looked like a corpse in the way she was frozen in pure fright.

blair had seen her victims before.. But this level of fright was something so new.. It fueled her beyond imagination.. The puzzle piece, was laid down in the spot it was waiting for.

"you'll always live a life of fear from now.." Blair said as she laughed lowly.. jennifer about fell unconscious if it wasnt for blair grabbing her clothing, pulling her up. It felt like a corpse.. Her muscles had given out. Frozen, unable to think.. All she did, was shake.. utterly scared, frightened.. Unable to even speak, or barely breathe. But colleagues, could tell for how it all went.. that the next step would be worse. "No.. No PLEASE-" Several screamed as blair turned her face to the voices that yelled at her.. She knew they were trying to stall or beg, and viciously, without even looking at jennifer, Blair slid her throat just like that, while she looked directly in the camera which was still rolling.. It was only then, that people realized they were still live.

"FUCK- OH MY GOD- CALL THE POLICE."

"WAIT- WE'RE LIVE-" "STOP IT- OH MY GOD PEOPLE SAW A MURDER RIGHT INFRONT OF THEM"

It was the echo of the blood spilling, the dead body of jones falling to the ground and people behind the scenes freaking out. Some falling unconscious, others running for their lives.. No one, absolutely no one dared to do anything.. Blair had never felt so.. In her element. The ghost, was her. It was part of her. It was exactly what she was looking for. She was unstoppable.. Her brain had never felt so satisfied. It was the most dangerous tick that found its place. She lives. Blair raised her head as she tilted her head, walking up to the camera which was still rolling.. Her bloody knife in her hand as she stared at the big lens.. The ghost mask seemed to silence everyone in total fright, as Blair hummed. "Still believe the murderous ghost wasnt real?" was all she said, the voice doing its magic with the voice changer, before she stabbed the lens broken with her sharp knife, causing the camera to finally stop working. Before anyone had been able to recover, or try and run after her.. the figure dissapeared, like a literal ghost gone in the air.. No single trace, not a single lead. Just a dead news reporter.. And various of people scarred for life.

And there she sat.. Blair was in her room, playing her guitar while the whole world seemed to go insane over what happened an hour ago.. It was everywhere, despite they tried to hide it.. It was too big of a huge horror evening for it to be forgotten. Blair wondered if that costume she bought hours ago would've had effect. And it did not dissapoint. her mind went feral. It felt so confident. So secure. So greedy for more.. she felt so.. Haunting.. To see the genuine fright in people's eyes while able to approach them did something to her nothing else had ever done.

All her previous kills were almost perfect, but despite everything, she preferred not to be seen when she about murdered her victims after having mentally broke them. She knew every victim would have some type of idea in their head. On what would haunt them. It was the part where she felt like she was missing something. Even if they didnt come out alive when being haunted, the concept of her assuming there could always be an expectation when getting to the kills could either be impressed or dissapointed. She didnt care what one would think, all blair cared for was on how to frighten them more. Adoring to see them shake while their heartrate about suffocated them in the neck, no space to breathe. Maybe when seeing a human figure after all that build up. the calls, the hauntings, the noises, would it make the victims more confused.. Or less scared? Because it was just a human.. Blair wanted them to be struck by the worst of fears.. The emotions she didnt know how to feel in their ways. And so.. Now to have this costume, it may be the one answer she was looking for, and she wanted to see what effect it would have. And it did exactly what she wanted.

It wasnt just one victim, but several, as her mind ticked in the most euphoric ways, taking the lives of so many just to experience it over and over again. To haunt her victims.. To drive them mad, for them to then see a black figure with a ghost mask approach them.. Oh.. It was just perfection, a word blair never said outloud.