Eye For An Eye (Ghostface x Reader x Frank Morison)
Summary: When the dull town of Ormond springs to life after a string of murders— you and Frank find yourselves in the eyes of The Ghostface and the darkness that hides behind the mask that’s ready to corrupt you.
Warnings: this story is going to contain a lot violence , stalking, possessive behavior, blood, murder and much more. It’s heavy with unhealthy relationships sooo plsss read with caution !!
Notes: hiiii besties , I started this story three years ago. Frank and Ghostface are my faves in dbd so yes, I decided to create a story including both !! I posted two chapters before then disappeared. So I’m back and rewriting those chapters and heavily motivated! Hope you enjoy (((: mwah
Seasons don’t fear the reaper.
Open spaces between the branches and leafs that hung off the looming trees allowed for the blaring sun to peak its way through. It’s light falling victim to being blocked out by the faded red baseball cap that sat on top of your head.
Your head swayed slightly as your movements matched it smoothly down the empty road in a zig zag motion. Both arms raised by your sides, your fingers stretched reaching for nothing but everything at the same time. The sound of your rolling skates were filtered out by the headset that was placed over your hat.
The road seemed to go on forever. The endless trees that decorated the side of the deserted road giving an illusion of it being longer than it actually is. Part of you wished for there to be a whole different outcome at the end of it, but as part of your contract to this life you were dealt with— your wishes rarely came true.
You closed yours eyes for a few seconds before opening them again to relieve a sigh. The feeling of the wind hitting your face gave some relief from the humid air that’s been surrounding the town of Ormond for the month of August. As much as you loved the sun—it's presence giving you energy that’s hard to come by in your life, you couldn’t wait for the transition of weathers by the next week.
As Ormond rolls into another September, the summer’s heat will come into an end and you’ll finally enjoy the coldness that tags along with fall and winter.
Not only could you wear turtle necks without being questions by others at school who really are just too nosy for their own good; but you can finally see everything be covered in snow. A change of scenery will help the otherwise dull town.
The thought encouraged you to go a little faster, putting more pressure on your legs as they pushed you forward. Despite the rough feeling of the cracks on the road, you had no fear of falling. After the whole of rolling skating to spend most of the afternoons away, you grown comfortable and confident in your abilities to skate.
The beats of the song only made you push faster.
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
There wasn’t time to notice the car making its way down the road behind you before it’s loud honking caused a falter in your moment, skates rolling to a halt. You moved towards the side of the road , closer to the woods as you wobbled slightly to regain your balance.
You can prevent yourself from falling off your skates but not from getting hit by a car apparently.
A familiar voice scolding you at the back of your mind for your carelessness plagued your thoughts as you expected for the driver to pass you. Frank’s irritated face bringing an amused smile.
Hours could go by and not a single soul would drive this road, so you half expected the sheriffs own car to drive pass you. You waited to hear a small comment about you being more careful for the 10th time this summer. It was a surprise when you saw in the corner of your eye a different vehicle slowing to a halt.
You should have began to skate faster, you weren’t naive to the perverts that littered your town. You couldnt count the amount of times you catched middle age men watch you skate. But a small glance at the car had you pausing. The model catching your attention.
Hm. Impressive.
You werent an expert in cars but you could tell it was a vintage one, probably costing more than whatever the hell your foster parents were obtaining in the year of having you under their care. It definitely looked different from what you see in Ormond.
We can be like they are.
Admiring the black paint shining at you, reflection staring back at you , the window finally rolled down revealing a single passenger.
“Ah, sorry to scare you like that” The man leaned out the window slightly, awkwardly placing his arm on top of the rolled down glass. “ Didn’t know how else to get your attention.”
The headphones were removed from your ears, placed around your neck as you look at the stranger before you. Music blaring loud enough for you to make out the singer’s voice.
Red locks hanging over his forehead, tipping against glasses that framed his eyes as he squinted up at you through them, a friendly smile playing on his lips. Sinister intend hidden so well that you relaxed under the kind gaze.
Come on baby. (Don’t fear the reaper)
“Sorry mister, usually I pay more attention when I skate on this road.”
He nodded, watching you fiddle with the headset and tilt your head at him. He seemed amused with how you addressed him. Years of dealing with adults who liked to abuse their authority over you taught you a few things. Addressing them in a way that makes them feel better about themselves helped In terms of surviving and making them drop their guards.
It makes them trust you.
Although the red head didn’t look that much older, maybe still in his early twenties. You continued to take his appearance from what you were given. Green plaid shirt peeking out from a blue jacket. You noticed the pen that was perfectly placed behind his ear, nearly hidden by the strands of red hair that fell over it. He must be a writer of some sort.
The thought finally made you realize that he was an unfamiliar face. In a town like Ormond, it was uncommon for you to meet anyone new.
“You visiting someone here mister ?”
“Ah” The man flashed another soft smile before holding out a pocket notebook out. “I'm actually here to report some news for my newspaper.”
So you were right.You stood up straighter, satisfied with the knowledge that you read him right.
“Oh cool!” You glanced at the notebook and hummed. “But not much happens here so you probably won’t report much.”
“Im guessing you haven’t heard what’s been happening in the other towns then.”
Your fingers twitches against your thigh as you shook your head. You willed yourself to never look into the news from anything outside of Ormond. Afraid of what you were to find.
“I guess it wasn't that interesting enough to reach all over here.” You reply, shrugging. It sounded a bit rude, but you were beginning to itch all over.
“Oh, it will eventually.”
Raising an eyebrow at that, you crossed your arms and looked down the road. The sun was finally starting to descend behind the trees concluding that it was time for you to head home. If you left now now , you’ll be able to make it home before your foster dad made it home.
The thought alone bringing some tensions to your temple.
“Do you need directions towards a motel? There’s one just a few minutes down this road, pretty much the first thing you’ll see out of these trees.”
“Thanks.” He looks down the road, he fixes his glasses and looks at you again. “Do you need a ride ?”
You thought about it. It would be nice to hitch a ride in the nice car. And he seemed nice enough, with the way he looked at you with no pressure,giving you the option.
So you decided against it. With a shake in your head, you gesture towards your skates.
“I trust these bad boys to get me home.” You joke, tapping the back wheel on the pavement. The male nodding as he leaned back into his car.
“Lets hope so. You don’t want to be out after it gets dark.”
You blink at the warning, watching him give you one last smile before he drove off. There was nothing but drunk assholes to worry about in the nights of Ormond. It was just another dull town that wasn’t going to add nothing to whatever story he was hoping to find.
Baby take my hand. Don’t fear the reaper.
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“Bye Mr. Richards!” You yell as you exit the small convenience store. The older man grumbles something along the lines of being careful, knowing that the only thing you're focused on is the bag of m&ms you managed to get for free.
You slowed down while opening the small bag, pouring a few on your palm before tossing it back in your mouth.
The sky was starting to darken, going from a bright blue to almost a purple hue behind the few clouds. You took note of the time on the clock behind the store counter when you pretended to Mr. Richards you had forgotten your change. 5:45 pm. There was still time before your old man got home.
Skating lazily past many stores, some signs already had flipped over to CLOSED, you were about cross the street to your neighborhood block when you noticed a familiar red truck.
Frank pulled up to the stop sign, his eyes notcatching yours yet. His tattooed hand tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel. The vibration of the music that you’ve grown used to dealing with could almost be be felt through his rolled up window. His other arm was propped up on the car door, head tilt slighting as though lost in thought.
You had a small thought of getting his attention, but seeing a blonde sitting in passenger seat had his name getting caught in your throat. She immediately saw you, an amused smile that looked mocking growing on her face. A flush disturbing your body when she says something which makes Frank look towards you. The idea of him taking your appearance embarrassing you suddenly.
Your denim shorts and purple and black stripped top, along with the high knee socks that went with your red roller skates all of sudden made you feel—small. There was never this type of shame when it came to Frank, you both seen each other at your worst. He seen you with your acne ridden face and you seen him with his choppy haircuts he tried giving himself in the orphanage bathroom.
You loved your outfit, you did. You picked it out yourself for once when you picked up a few bucks from walking the neighbors dog last summer. It was thrifted but still felt brand new. But seeing Julie with her leather jackets and combat boots that went along with her more punk and dark aesthetic always made you feel lesser in a way. Especially since Frank clearly liked it because well— he was dating her. He liked his whole group of new friends that followed the same life style. He liked them so much that he wasn’t hanging with you as much. The blame isn’t entirely on him, you rejected his many proposals of you joining the group. You just weren’t like them.
You can’t be like them. You won’t be like them.
Frank doesn’t copy Julies own amused look, instead he throws you a soft smile. One that you awkwardly give back. His soft gaze is interrupted by Julie saying something to catch his attention. Frank’s jaws harden as his eyes drift away from yours and snaps at the blondes directions. You look away and finish skating across the street before you can try to piece together what was said.
The flush doesn’t leave your body the entire way home. Only when you throw your skates to the side in the garage and head up the two steps to the entrance that leads to the kitchen, you let yourself have a deep breathe. The bag of m&ms lay abandoned on the counter while you grab a glass of water.
You missed Frank. Sure, you both hung out a handful of times this summer but it wasn’t like the years before. You cherished those times, even the few times he called this summer and finally asked to hang, just the two of you. Those moments gave you hope despite the new distance. Even now, your eyes glancing towards the telephone that hung on the kitchen wall. You idled in the kitchen for a few minutes, nursing the glass of water as you continued to take sips from it.
The sound of a car pulling into the garage finally has you snap out of your thoughts. You looked down at the empty glass and sighed. No excuse now. You reluctantly placed it in the sink before retreating to your room. Ignoring your foster dad’s heavy footsteps entering the house before you closed your bedroom door. You could only listen as he moved around the house. The bag of m&ms being a victim to his sticky hands. He finally makes his way to his bedroom and slamming it shut.
This part of the day was something you dreaded. The silence that filled the home. The natural light that escapes your room when the sun finally disappears, leaving you with only the street lamps to flash an orange glow onto your walls. You hated the darkness, no time being wasted for you to turn on the lamp near your desk. The sudden brightness comforting as you lay back down.
Before you could let yourself be swallowed by your thoughts again, a sudden shrill breaks through the walls of your room.
The phone.
It continues to ring when you make it out your room in a hurry, hoping Frank doesn’t give up so soon. It’s shameful the way you snatch the phone off the wall.
“Hello?” You say breathily, flinching at how you sound. You clear your throat as you wait to hear a voice on the other side. But nothing comes. Silence.
“Um..hello?” You repeat.
Nothing.
You listen, catching of what sounds like someone breathing. It was faint, just enough to tell you that someone was on the other line. God please don’t let this be some pervert, You heard weird stories about men getting off at just hearing a girls voice on the phone.
Or maybe it was Frank messing with you. The phone is pulled from your ear and you debate hanging up but you try one more time.
“Helloooo?” You say , letting out a half laugh from your nerves. “Can you hear me? Frank, is that you?”
Still just…silence. You’re about to speak again but it clicks. They hung up. You look at the phone hesitantly place it back on the wall. The moment it’s back , the phone rings again.
“Hello.” You answer again, a bit more forceful and expecting for them to continue to just listen to you talk and hang up again but you’re met with someone clicking their tongue.
“Well hello to you too sweets.”
Franks voice registers in your mind and your shoulders relax.
“Oh..hi Frank” You sigh in relief. “Jesus were you not able to hear me before?”
“What do you mean?” He says coolly, you could hear him moving, his bed springs creaking under his weight.
“When you called before— I kept repeating myself and all I heard was you breathing like a creep.” You huff. The coily wire from the phone was wrapped around your finger.
“Wasn’t me. I called you just right now.” He replies puzzlingly, he sounds concern and you frown at the realization. He waits before chuckling. “Damn, don’t tell me you’re giving some creep his fill for the night.”
“Gross” Your hand motions with the wire stop and you make a face at that. “What if Steve answered?”
The thought of your foster dad has Frank letting out another chuckle. “I’m sure the bastard would’ve loved that even more.”
“Frank!” You half whisper, looking into the hallway hoping the bedroom door doesn’t open. A giggle still escapes as much as you try to hold it back.
You don’t know it, but Frank smiles at the sound. A comfortable silence fill the phone for a moment, before he breaks it.
“Go down the same route today?”
You looked at down at your socks, rolling one of your sore ankles.
“Yup. Down the road away from Ormond and back.” You answer. “Went a bit past that run down water tower before heading back.”
“That’s far.”
“I wish I could go farther.”
Frank hums at that. A mutual feeling between you both.
“Did that old pig catch up to you?”
“Sheriff McCall? No but some tourist—well not really a tourist—a journalist did.” You ramble, glancing out the window. “I didn’t even hear him drive up behind me before his honking made me almost eat pavement ! I’m sure McCall would be happy to tell me that he told me so.”
“A journalist?” Frank scoffs.
“Yeah, he stopped to apologize and I noticed he definitely wasn’t from here. He had a pretty cool car by the way—oh and I asked and he said that he was doing some type of news report here.”
“Probably to warn people from ever entering this shit hole.” He concludes. “Why else would the fucker be here.”
You snort. It was satisfying knowing Frank had the same thought that you had.
You contemplated on telling him what else the journalist said about the other towns but he stops you suddenly. His voice is hesitant, as though he’s revealing something. A topic that was sensitive enough to steer the conversation in a way that neither of you were prepared to fully deal with.
“You could have..you know, called and ask me to tag along.”
You swallow hard and half shrugging, forgetting that he couldn’t see you. Julie in his passenger seat coming to mind. “ You seemed busy anyway.”
You wanted to return the sudden list of questions he was presenting to you tonight and ask what he and Julie did to spend their time on the last week leading up the new school year.
Did they drive around town, visiting spots that every couple tend to hang out at? The diner or the park where everyone parks to smoke cigarettes or weed. Did they spend the afternoon by themselves or did the rest of the group join them. Did they go to the ormond resort that he always disappears to nowadays?
You hated the idea of any it. The image of Frank having Julie by his side— his friends company that apparently was better than yours while you skated alone. You kept the questions to yourself, rather not knowing.
“I would have bailed” He finally answers. His voice tensed.
“Right.”
You knew he wouldn’t have. He should have known that statement before was going to ruin the whole conversation.
Things got quiet again. Why was it always too quiet between you two now? What was the shift in the last year that you seemed to ignore? You could rack your brain for hours and you couldn’t pinpoint a moment.
Could he?
Frank seemed to have made up his mind on what to say but you already had cut him off before you could notice it.
“I should go. Mary will be coming home soon and would want me to start helping with dinner.”
Frank is silent for a beat too long and you decide to make it easier on him. Not knowing that his own heart broke the same way yours was.
“Goodnight Frank.”
You faintly heard his voice a second before you hung up.
“Goodnight.”
