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Clack. Tlack. Clackl.
The generator sputtered as you connected its cables, parts clicking and thudding under your fingers as you buzzed it closer to functioning.
Even as you tried to work that awful piece of poor enginering up, you could feel a stare burning holes in your back.
"I know you're there" you stated, loud enough for him to hear.
No answer. He must have been thinking you were just shooting your shot, but you actually knew it.
You could feel him.
Letting out a heavy sight, you gave away his position for him to know.
"Behind me, between the two shelves."
The rustling of fabric as he approached, quiet enough to blend with the wind in the outdoors, was as loud as a bang to your ears in the eerie silence of the warehouse.
You were expecting the arm around your throat and you were expecting the lenght of the blade pressing against the side of your face – or something between those lines.
He loved to play with that knife and with you both.
"How did you know?"
"Dunno. I could sense you"
"Sense me? Has the entity granted you some of her tricks?"
"Nah, doubt that. Only happens with you. Might be that creepy aura of yours" you chuckled "that's why you always find me... stalker"
Plastic rustled so close to your ear as he pulled off his mask.
You kept your focus on the generator, not even flinching, not giving him the attention you usually gave him when he showed you his face.
Cause he could have not done that, and when it happened it was usually blood and pain and broken bones.
He could still put it back on.
That was the worst case.
A moment of tension and then his face was pressed on you, the distinct touch of his nose and his lips grazing along your neck and stopping right under your jaw.
"You smell like fear."
"Don't think so, Ghostie"
"Oh believe me, you do. You may not act on the actual feeling, but you smell like it. There's still some adrenaline in there" the tip of the knife tapped your temple playfully.
Your eyes and hands didn't shift away from the generator.
A surge of impatience radiated off him like a blast.
"All of your friends are dead, you know"
"I am aware, Danny"
"Then why are you still working on that?" that made you stiffen up, so close to your ear.
He knew what his voice did to you when he whispered like that.
Still, even as you progressed with your work on the old piece of metal, he didn't yank you away.
He was almost watching in awe and anticipation, his breath a quiet rustling beside your ear, his chest pressed against yourback as you connected the last cable and
CLACKLACL
the generator buzzed back to life with that loud clang.
You could feel him tense up behind you, that noise eliciting a sudden fight or flight in the both of you, albeit for opposite reasons.
The gloved hand that wasn't holding the knife to you face moved to grab your wrist now it wasn't busy, pinning it down on your own thigh.
"Four gens to go then. Fancy giving them a go?"
He slid the blade down your cheek lightly, but still enough to leave a thin red trail. Ghostface kept it razor-sharp.
"Nah, not really." you relaxed against his chest, the pain from the sharp cut feeling like a caress to your overly abused body "I already had you chase me down tho and fro this forsaken hellhole, plus you carried us to the hooks multiple times. We both deserve some rest"
He laughed, pulling you backwards, letting your body scramble and sit on the floor straight between his legs and into his.
He wasn't letting you go
"Why bothering with this one then?"
The tip of the blade besides your head was being waved at the generator merrily rumbling in front of you two.
"I find I explain myself better without knives swirling in the proximity of my face" you tried, eyeing the blade sideways and trying to sound dead serious, and was met with another laughter.
"Oh we both know that's not true" his tone switched from playful to low and velvety as soon as you chuckled back at him, his lips grabbing beside your ear, nibbling tongue-wet kisses "we both know how nicely you sing with a blade at your throat".
The whimper that escaped your lips was totally involuntary, but you very purposefully cranked your neck to give him better access, despite that forcing the side of your face against the flat of his blade, keeping you trapped between that and his sloppy kisses.
His hand moved from your wrist to your thigh, squeezing and groping.
"Fuck..."
"In a minute" his teeth came into the picture and that had you melt to a puddle "you still haven't answered me"
"Come on Danny, who cares..." you reached one hand back to twist his hair between your fingers, the other caressing down the arm holding the knife.
You can feel it shift straight under your touch, trailing down along your throat.
"You wanna make this painful?" you can't tell if it's a threat or a genuine question. He doesn't either, probably.
"No, I just..." the sharp tip slots between the muscles of your neck.
"Then answer me, or this is what's going into you tonight. And then I'll have you deepthroating in the wrong direction"
"Danny..." why was he so salty about a damn generator? It was the only one you all could pull off tonight.
"...while you're still alive" it comes out in a whisper so low you feel the chill running tingles down your spine.
That realization downs on you, gripping you hard and cold: you have maybe a split second to answer before he finds the idea of slitting your throat and fucking the wound a little too enticing.
"It's just practice" his teeth and the edge of his blade graze your skin, both ready to bite if you're lying "I don't know how it works, but it seems to me I get a little bit faster every time I fix one of those."
"Hm" he twists the knife the tiniest bit, mouth still on your neck.
"One day I'll be so good I'll lit them up like candles before you know"
"Yeah, one day you may" he catches your skin between his teeth, sensitive and soft.
"You'll never catch me again then"
He bites down, hard and bloody.
You can feel him fighting against it for a second and try to raise your hand in self defense, only managing to grab a feeble hold of his arm as the knife plunges into your stomach.
A pathetic half scream, half whimper escapes your throat.
Your hands tentatively try to press down onto the wound, only to be sweeped away as he stabs a second time,this one twisting the blade inside you before pulling it out.
You watch in disbelief as blood leaves your body in gushes, timed with your heartbeat – louder and louder, as it should be in front of a killer.
"You shouldn't have said that" he sounds frantic.
You hear the clung of metal on metal and Ghostface's hands push down on yours in an attempt to press on the wound, to keep the blood in.
"I'm so sorry. But you shouldn't have said that"
You feel your body growing cold with shock despite him hugging you so tight.
This shouldn't hurt so bad.
You were only hooked once.
You were supposed to take another one through you and still feel just mild pain, enough to sprint around.
You had done that countless times, you knew how it would feel.
A knife to the gut should not hurt nearly this bad now. Unless...
The realization downed on you badly.
You hadn't heard the distinct scream the hook tore out of you all in a while. You hadn't heard that heinous wind sweep across the whole place.
Danny hadn't sacrificed any of you.
You tried to turn and look at him, to ask, but all you had were wide, glassy eyes and clattering teeth.
"Shush" he tried to tuck you in against the warmth of his body, arms around you, still pressing on the wound, but he can't avoid the question despite your state.
It was too clearly written on your face-
"I had an offering for it. I was pent up and I needed some release so..."
Shaking like a leaf in his arms, fingers twitching, you tried to say something but it died straight in your throat.
"Fuck, why am I even explaining myself to you?" he gave a nervous laugher "I wanted to make a quick work of the others and then... and then I wanted to kill you with my own hands..."
You wanted to nod, but it came out as a frantical jolt.
"It always feels so good when I do. But I didn't want it to be so sudden, I swear"
Life was dripping through the fabric of your clothes and pooling on the floor right under you.
"I wanted to have you. I wanted you to enjoy it. The sex, the death. I didn't want this. Why did you have to say that?"
Your hands clench and unclench around his arms.
"Do you wanna escape me?"
You managed to utter a sound. It was something straight from a nightmare, the suffocated screams you give your sleep paralysis demon.
"Is that it? You wish for this to stop? To never see me again"
You shake your head no. Trembling, quakey.
Feeble
You can hear him exhale in relief.
Kisses land on your neck, your temples, your cheeks.
"I can't take it back. I'm sorry."
Ears ringing and vision blacking out at the edges, you can only hear him cause he's so close.
"Just let it go, ok?"
He kisses the cold sweat off your face.
"Let yourself go."
Blood is still pouring over your hands, both of you's, unstoppable and warm, relentlessly leaving you.
He must have severed a major artery cause you feel going colder in time with your heartbeat, hyour only comfort the sweet nothings he whispers in your ears as he keeps your body up against his, until you go limp, definitely and finally.
Your corpse disappears from the trial grounds, your blood soaking his shroud the only reminder you were actually there.
Since no entity was involved, you don't feel the agonizing pull of being shattered and put back together – so you give yourself that tiny hope this time it won't happen.
But you already know before opening your eyes cause you can hear it.
Fire roaring.
Chattering.
Campfire.
Hell.