#☼ roaming freely like a ghost in the night. ﹙ the ghost face. ﹚

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" I genuinely want to know what part of masked serial killer makes you people start feeling some type of way. "

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" ...but tonight, you belong to me. ~ "

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Well? He's listening.

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Blows you a kiss.

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" How am I supposed to document my murders with all these people photobombing me? Rude. "

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do the trails of fabric emote along with ghostie? absolutely. he can't control how they move or float, typically they just flicker freely around his body and move in correspondence to his own movements as seen in the game. but, they can become more emotive depending on how strong his connection to the entity is at that moment, and what exactly it is he's feeling. think of them as almost like a set of wings (useless for flight, obviously, but a potential indicator as to how or what the ghostface is feeling in that moment) when he's excited, they sail high and swirl in the air in delight. when curious or intrigued by something, they curl towards the object of his fascination. when dejected, or even sad, they sink and hang limp at his feet. it doesn't happen all the time, but a good portion of it.

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@tviirus said: as she slams the pallet down on the killer, sidney finally speaks. god, how she hated seeing this guy. ❝ not this time, billy. ❞ she says before dropping a flash grenade and then booking it while the ghostface’s vision was obscured.

Sustaining injuries himself during these hunts was always something the Ghostface anticipated, and those troublesome pallets were no exception. That was fine. He liked when survivors were confident anyway - especially the new ones. What he doesn't anticipate, however, were the words this girl spoke. He feels his body seize up when the light floods his vision, so taken aback that he simply stands there for several prolonged seconds, trying to comprehend it.

... What did she just say? 'Not today, Billy'? Who was... Why did she think his name was Billy? Who the fuck is Billy? Who the fuck is she? The masked killer turns his head in the direction he hears the footsteps scurrying off to, patiently waiting for his vision to clear ( although his biding anger upon being named as a complete nobody does not. ) After breaking the pallet with a powerful kick, he readies his knife and breaks off into a full sprint after her. Not so fast, girlie. You have some explaining to do.

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Look into his angel eyes, One look and you're hypnotized. He'll take your heart and you must pay the price.

Like the silence of snowfall, the reaper's footsteps carry soundlessly down the dark corridors of the trial, steady shoulders kept at a low angle. A primed and practiced crouch, one that stored tension in the legs and could deliver a powerful lunge when the opportunity presented itself. Everything about it's presence is silent, save for well, the very soft humming emanating from behind the mask. The Ghostface enters a barely lit room full of lockers, trailing the pools of fresh blood on the floor.

Look into his angel eyes, You'll think you're in paradise.

A locker door creaks open, strips of floating fabric curling towards it's rusted metal casing. He already knew this wasn't the one they were hiding in, but that wasn't the point. He cranes his neck, bone white mask turning to look directly at the one at the very end of the corridor with a notable pause as malicious tension filled the air.

" ... And one day you'll find out he wears a disguise ~ " Don't look too deep into those angel eyes.

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@alllonsy said: " Oh, it swishes! What a fun little swish! " He's delightedly fascinated by the fabric trails, brows lifted in glee before rationalization kicks in. " Ah, yes -- running. Running now. BYE! "

AS HE'S MENTALLY NOTED BEFORE, people's reactions to his sneaking up on them were always one of the best parts of this job. Sometimes they'd flee screaming, other times they'd be too captivated by him to process what was happening. Sometimes, they said some of the most silliest things, their priorities knocked all out of sync by his mere presence. And this encounter would be one of those times. The mask hides his amused face.

The Ghostface's head tilts, halting it's advance on the Time Lord's position. He'd been watching this man for a while now, keeping a good distance to avoid being noticed. But now, it was time to make it's move. And yes, the strips of fabric were in fact curling weightlessly around his visage with an eager flare. " Very fun. " He agrees softly with a slight nod. As eye contact is prolonged however, The Doctor might feel his twin hearts leap — for the exposed status effect was now set upon him.

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" Oh hey, your blood splatter made a little heart shape. That's adorable. "

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i like that ghost face looks like the grim reaper. definitely making that an intentional design choice by danny for my hcs.

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@tequilamoonrock said: ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ (whoever you think would be fun!)

Ah, the comments he got whenever caught peeking. It was both amusing and mildly frustrating, though he supposed he couldn't blame these people for remaining hyper vigilant. In this fog? There was always something lurking, ready to pounce. There was no room for comfort and security in this place...

"Well, what would you prefer I do ? " The Ghost Face inquired rhetorically, head tilting as it observed the red head. Mikaela dear, you should be running. Don't humor this devil.

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@profanecenser said: ❛ what now? i am tired. ❜

200 random dialogue prompts. (accepting!)

Like a kid who just got scolded for traversing too far from the playground, The Ghost Face faltered, shrinking somewhat upon hearing the disdain in Adiris' voice. However, he's quick to perk up again, stepping out of the shadows. No point in hiding, she knows he's there. The masked killer almost forgets himself as he looks on at her visage. It's still so surreal to be surrounded by such lethal beings... Gloved fingers tap together, the floating strips of fabric curling around his body almost sheepishly.

" Well ... "

" If now's a bad time, I can always come back later - "

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@tviirus said: ❝ have you ever had a crush ? ❞ susie asks almost out of the blue. she was holding on to an article of clothing she had ripped from a survivor. ❝ i think i might like someone — but i’ve never been good at things like this. ❞

Now there's something you don't think about every day. At least in the Ghostface's case, he rarely ever pondered emotional ties to other people - let alone the fluttering feelings that came with having a crush. Honestly, he can't even remember the last time he harbored such sentiments in his blackened heart. Although, now that he thinks about it... Maybe fondness for another person wasn't all that foreign to him these days in the fog.

" First off, that's adorable. Good for you, kiddo, " He comments endearingly, giving Susie a little pat on the shoulder. He then notes the article of clothing clasped in her hands, mask tilting curiously at it. " Well.. I might of had them in the past, but they never went anywhere. Too busy with work and stuff. "

" ... Is that Harrington's shirt ? " He thinks he recognizes it. No, he definitely recognizes it.

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@shadowsceptered said: " Feeble, just like the rest. The only thing he's good for is a mosaic of misery... and getting his 'friends' killed. What else can he contribute but blood to the field? " / hmm,,, abt dwight

" ... "

The Ghostface's head turns, empty eye holes boring into the side of his fellow killer's head. Normally, it wouldn't have much opinion on the matter. All humans are, by design, instruments for destruction and unspeakable horrors. Dwight Fairfield was... no exception to this rule.

...That doesn't mean the primal flash of anger that dizzies his vision momentarily as he stares at the tiny demon doesn't happen, however.

Silence prolongs the masked killer's response, until...

" ...To each their own. "

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🔪 @pumpkinstabs continued.

The Boogeyman is already irritated this trial is different than the others. Instead of being tossed against four survivors on his own, it's six of them and another killer with him. He is not a team player in the slightest and especially not with the Ghostface; a killer that has managed to get under Michael's skin more than once. He's chatty too and Michael hates it, would have preferred to be stuck with another one of the more quiet killers instead of @serialreporter. His jaw tenses under his mask and his fingers curl tightly around the hilt of his massive cooking knife, head tilting slightly towards the one in the shroud. Stronger than he looks? Is he underestimating Michael? A scowl is hidden by the pale cover of the Shape, and he walks past the smaller of the two, bumping his shoulder into him purposely hard.

Can you tell that he was nervous? Probably not. Nothing could be conveyed with the masked killer's visage as the fog parts before them, revealing their next trial. Honestly, truly, he meant it as a genuine compliment. There was much that The Ghostface has come to admire about his taller cohort, from Micheal's strong stature to his relentless method of murder, he was truly a frightening presence to be in. To be allowed the chance to work alongside him was a great honor... though he had a strong suspicion that feeling wasn't mutual.

" UFff- " The sound hissed through his mask as he's nearly knocked off balance with a heavy step. Bunches of flickering fabric collect around the killer's shoulders as he carefully rights himself, gripping his tactical knife like a pouty child clinging to it's blanket in the evening light. Hm. Yeah, a fairly strong suspicion. Danny watches his 'teammate' shove on by, head lowered, slightly dejected. But it doesn't last. If anything, he's only filled with a strong resolve to convince the Shape of his worth. His hidden lip curls into a smile, a soft, breathy laugh leaving his form as he corrects the way he grips his blade.

" Ha .. Alright, big guy. You go that way, and I'll gooo ... " Deftly turning on his heel, The Ghostface heads towards the outer perimeter of the map, the full intent to flush any survivors he comes across towards the direction of his partner.