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soapyghostie · 1 month

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Hey! Absolutely random request, but imagine reader being a tired person that out of wounds and stress they just fall asleep when they're being carried, about to go on a hook. How would the dbd killers(any, really) react?

Like, imagine. Being carried, without anything under legs can already make someone sleepy if they don't have adrenaline pumped through their veins. Plus, i know that having wounds(aka blood loss) can make people very tired.

Since this request it a little vague, I decided to get a little creative with it and wrote some angst because I’m a sucker for angst with dad slashers (except Frank is your big brother in this request). 😭 Hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny would be confused at first, bloodlust still kicking through his veins even after killing all our teammates as he carries you, his injured daughter, to the hook (Sorry (Y/N), he’s just doing his job. No hard feelings). He’ll pause for a moment, trying to process the fact that you feel asleep on his shoulder.

As he realizes that you fell asleep due to exhaustion and stress from your wounds, Danny’s demeanor would soften and his parental instincts within him kicks in. He’ll gently adjust you in his arms from being thrown over his shoulder to being carried bridal style, ensuring that you’re comfortable even as he still proceeds to hook you.

Seeing you in such a vulnerable state would stir up a lot of internal conflict in Danny. He’s torn between his role as a merciless killer and his love for you as his daughter as he hesitates to sacrifice you to the Entity. Danny’s had a lot of bad performances in trials lately and he really needs the 4K. However, to get the 4K he needs to sacrifice you. Of course it has to be you: the Entity is so cruel.

As to not get punished by the Entity, sadly, Danny will throw you onto the hook. Danny would feel a pang of remorse and sadness. He knows that he’s the cause of your pain and exhaustion, and seeing you in such a vulnerable state serves as a painful reminder of the life he’s subjected you to. He silently reflects on his actions and their consequences. He’ll gaze at your sleeping form dangling from the hook, grappling with the complexities of his emotions and the choices he made.

Despite his conflicted emotions, Danny remains committed to his role in the Entity’s twisted game. However, Danny’s determination to protect you remains unwavering. He’ll play the Entity’s game and continue this dark path as a killer if it means to ensure your safety as he doesn’t want you to be harmed as a result of his shortcomings…

The Legion/Frank Morrison

Frank would be initially shocked and panicked to see you, his younger sister, in such a vulnerable state. Despite his tough ‘bad boy’ exterior, he deeply cares about you and seeing you hurt triggers his protective instincts.

The sight of you falling asleep from exhaustion and stress while carrying you to the hook fills Frank with anger and frustration. He’ll curse under his breath, feeling powerless to protect you and frustrated with the situation at hand. First off, your god damn heavy after going unconscious and, secondly, he has no choice but to hook you due to the amount of failed trials he’s had lately to try and please the Entity.

Despite his anger, Frank, also like Danny, would feel a sense of inner conflict. On one hand, he wants to lash out at the Entity for throwing her into a trial with him, but on the other hand, he knows he has to get the 4K by hooking you so you end up safe and sound at the survivor camp instead of the agony the Entity threatened to put you through if he didn’t start stepping it up in trials. You’re the reason he has the strength to keep going in this awful, twisted game of cat and mouse.

Frank would grapple with the feeling of guilt and responsibility for your condition. As your older brother, he feels entitled to preventing you from getting hurt in the first place and blames himself for everything that has happened to you. Despite his conflicting emotions, he would carefully and gently place you on the hook, making sure you're as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. As he watches you sleep on the hook, Frank would have a quiet moment of reflection. He reminisces about y’all’s childhood together and vows silently to himself to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Seeing you vulnerable would only fuel Frank’s determination to perform better in trials. He would be even more relentless in his pursuit of survivors, driven by the desire to protect you from the Entity’s hungry claws.

The Shape/Michael Myers

Michael would pause, a flicker of confusion crossing his expressionless face. The sight of you, his daughter, falling asleep despite the dire circumstances briefly disrupts his usual relentless pursuit to satisfy his murderous desires.

Deep within his obscured psyche, a conflict brews. While Michael is driven by an insatiable urge to kill, his parental instincts stir, conflicting with his murderous impulses. This momentary hesitation leads to a brief internal struggle, the likes of which observers of Michael would never perceive.

Despite the task at hand and the chaos of the trial, Michael momentarily freezes, holding your unconscious body with an eerie stillness. His iconic breathing momentarily ceases, as if he too, like Danny and Frank, were contemplating the peculiar situation.

In a rare display of tenderness, Michael gingerly adjusts your position, ensuring that you're comfortable even as he prepares to hook you. His movements would be precise, almost caring, as if he’s trying to shield you from further harm, even in your unconscious state. As he gazes upon your sleeping form, fragments of memories flicker through Michael’s mind. Images of you as a child, innocent and untouched by the darkness that now envelopes you both, momentarily soften his gaze, perhaps even cause a subtle twitch at the corners of his mouth – a long-forgotten smile. You are his world.

Ultimately, the weight of his desire to kill and the futility of his attempts to connect with you wash over Michael. With a heavy heart hidden beneath his iconic mask, he proceeds with the task at hand – sacrificing you to the Entity. With a solemn determination, Michael carries you to the hook, his obsession with killing eclipsing any semblance of any paternal sentiment.

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hypertanaa · 5 months

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honestly i don't blame danny. Me too

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yourbestprincess · 5 months

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Could I get some Danny Johnson (ghostface) with just some fluffy headcannons with an S/O who is extremely touch-starved and clingy, like always has to have a hand on then kind of thing.

LORD YES 🙏🙏🙏 I’m gonna do half fluff n the other half smut cause why not hehe. this is gonna have lots of ddlg 😔 have fun!!!

FLUFF-

-Danny let’s you touch him all the time. He basically branded you and you’re never gonna get away from him, so he just lets you touch him all the time.

-He treats you like a princess, like oml. But, don’t you dare piss him off or disappoint him or you’re getting punished.

-Since you don’t like to be alone, sometimes he lets you come to help him kill (pre dbd). Like, he’d break into the house of the victim when you were knocking at the door, distracting the victim…then he’d come up behind them, and…SLASH!

-He wouldn’t want you to necessarily kill anyone, but if you did he would find it attractive if you were all bloody, but god forbid if you got hurt. You’re never going out with him again if you get hurt.

-On days where he’s not stalking, he’s on the couch letting you lay in his lap/ sit in his lap. He actually really enjoys this more than he thinks he should.

-Carries you around Dbd style when he’s not in a match. You kinda love it kinda hate it.

-he will hold your hand if you ask.

-he LOVES to hold your thighs.

-he holds you like a baby if you ask.

-This man loves to just drive you around.

- Eventually, after a month or so, he’ll take off his mask around you.

-Always carry’s his knife when you two go out incase someone tries to hurt you.

SMUT-

-Lord have mercy, this man is rough as FUCK. He will literally fuck you for hours.

-He throughly loves overstimulating you. He loves it so much.

-He loves to use his knife to make you bleed. He will never cut too deep though. If he ever got the urge to go deeper he throws the knife and becomes only A LITTLE bit gentler.

-he would definitely enjoy car sex.

-he lets you suck his fingers while you’re fucking.

-loves loves LOVES being called daddy. Don’t ask me why, he just does.

-he loves your size difference.

-He also loves to chase you around, it turns him on to the max.

-pulls your hair enough to make you whine sometimes.

-if you ever dressed up as him he would be so aroused.

-uses his Polaroid SO MUCH. This man has to buy so much film because of you. Before you knew what he looked like, he would go to your work and place the pictures by your desk/work area and lurk around to watch your reaction to them.

-this man is SO HORNY. All the time. 24/7. He is ALWAYS down. (I mean, have you SEEN his mori?!?)

#danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #ghostface dead by daylight #ghostface #slasher smut #slasher x reader #dead by daylight #dbd killer #dbd smut #dead by daylight ghostface #ghostie #ghostface x you

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radical-ghostface · 2 years

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@ me and ghostface

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hauntinglyghostie · 7 months

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Here's a collection of images I redrew as dbd/slashers for fun

#dbd #dead by daylight #michael myers #halloween #halloween 1978 #laurie strode #judith myers #slashers #dwight fairfield #dbd dwight fairfield #danny johnson #jed olsen #ghostface dead by daylight #ghostface #frank legion #frank morrison #legion dbd

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dilophosauridae455 · 2 months

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Lunch break?!?!?! With the S/O??!?!?! 😳

Anyway McDonalds Danny is back

#art #digital art #ghostface #dbd #ghostface dbd #danny johnson #jed olsen #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson x reader #dbd danny johnson #danny dbd #jed olson #dbd jed olson #dbd jed olsen #the ghostface #ghost face #dbd ghostface #ghostface dead by daylight

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marooncircus · 10 days

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You've drawn out your sword countless of times

A beautiful night bloomed from the blood spilled

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diejager · 9 months

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ok hear me out imagine giving Danny/Ghostface the BEST head.

The type of head to make him stutter

he’s running his hands through your hair, praising you but also kinda degrading you while tears brim his eyes

asking for female pronouns/pet names but if your not comfortable I 100% understand I just love your writing and would like to see your interpretation on this :D

Hmmmmmmmm, I do like the thought of reducing Danny to a moaning mess >:]

Danny sputtered, his breath hitching as bit back a moan, hips stuttering and thrusting upwards. He ran his fingers through you hair, grasping it from the roots and soothing you, his hold neither harsh and rough, nor soft and caring. He was a mix of pleasurable arousal and thrilling danger. Danny was temptation, a creature of pure sex and wicked ecstasy, he was what you craved and what you needed.

He knew that, he knew of your codependency, of your adoration and of your loyalty, yet he couldn’t deny you. The Ghostface, a serial killer created for simple thrill and vile greed, couldn’t tell you no. He, deep down, was a weak, weak man for things he liked; you, being the thing he valued the most.

“Fuck- doll, you’re-” he cursed, throwing his head back in a sobbing moan, holding you head down as he gave a few shallow pumps.

You choked a moan, eyes squinting the tears away from your sight at the sudden change of pace. Your throat contracting and closing around his length. You glared up at him, hands moving from their prior spot on his inner tight, thumb rubbing circles on his sensitive skin, to hold his hips, trying to stop him from canting his hips. Your noisy gag made him chuckle, his rapaciously deep sound sending a hungry chill down your spine.

“Oh, can’t take it, doll?” Danny drawled, masked face tilted down to gazed at your teary eyes. A cruel smirk danced across his lips, eyes glinting sinfully. “What’s wrong? Too much for you, pup? You were a slobbering mess a while ago, drooling for meat, hmm?”

Your piercing eyes met his, staring at him with heated eyes, a promise of devastation swimming in yours. He liked when you stared at him like that, it made his hair stand on end and blood pump adrenaline into his system.

“You don’t like that? Or is it being called pup?” He cackled, voice booming in the small cabin you were hiding out.

He cooed afterwards, rolling his hips with a crooning hum from his throat. You gaged once more, nose pushed into his neatly trimmed bush and chin glued to his heavy balls. His chest rumbled, seemingly pleased with your submission. Until a yelp left his lips, legs tensing and body spamming under you.

Your fingers clutched his sac, playing with the heaviness between your fingers. Kneading the soft, wrinkly skin while you tightened your throat around his girthy length, moaning and groaning. Every little sound you made sent vibration through him, teasing his engorged and angry head; and every contraction squeezed his cock made him tear up. He cried and shook, his sensitive cock throbbing inside of your warm and wet throat.

“F-fuck!”

He twitched, mewling loudly as he threw his head back. His fingers dug into your head, gripping onto your locks harshly as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, the fat of your tongue pressing against the vein running along the bottom, it was wide from the base and thinned out when it reached the mushroom-like head, spreading across his cock like rivers running their course.

He throbbed at your erratic pace, his balls tightening and fingers curling in your hair. You moaned, his rough actions and pleading cries making your cunt pulsing, drooling in anticipation for him after you’d served him. He came with an arched back, eyes rolled to the back in complete ecstasy. Heady, salty cum filled your mouth, the warm substance coating your tongue and rolled down your throat in big waves.

Danny’s voice sputtered, body spamming into his high, toes curling inside of his boots and cock spurting ropes and ropes of cum. He peered from the corners of his eyes as your cheeks bloated with him, your throat bobbing with every gulp. His shivered, pleasure rolling in his guts when you swallowed his cum, taking a part of him inside of you. It played into his need of ownership, marking you in ways others couldn’t.

“Christ, doll,” he panted, riding out the peek of arousal, running his fingers through your hair gently, lovingly caring. “Thank you. Let me help you, that little cunt of yours must be feeling neglected, no?”

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teaghouls · 6 months

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I like to think his fake personality is this stuttering polite guy

#art #dbd #dead by daylight #slasher #fanart #ghostface #gf #the ghost #dead by daylight fanart #ghostface dead by daylight #dead by daylight ghostface #Jed olsen #Danny Johnson #dbd ghostface #teaghouls

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soapyghostie · 2 months

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I’ve been playing acnh a lot recently and was thinking of how Jason, Micheal and Danny johnson would react to it, learning how to play it etc, do you think they’d enjoy it or not care? :)

Um… I know I’ve been gone for a long time. I don’t know. I just had this itch to write today and decided to do this ask that’s been in my inbox forever. Hope you like it.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is a curious observer. The first time he saw you playing Animal Crossing, Jason watched from a distance silently so as to not disturb you playing your game. He could see how engrossed and passionate you were about the game when studying your facial features. It makes him happy to see you happy.

He wouldn’t express much interest in the game mechanics or the adorable characters, but he does find amusement in the peaceful and carefree nature of the virtual world. The game reminds him a lot of Crystal Lake and the measures he takes to protect it, assuming the main point of the game is to protect the forest, right?

If you ever sit down with Jason and try to teach him how to play, well it may take awhile to teach him and i mean a very long time. He is confused. He’ll probably tilt his head in confusion, trying to understand the appeal of catching virtual bugs and fishing in a serene village while struggling to figure out the controls. Why do it in a game when you could go outside to catch bugs and fish in real life by the beautiful lake outside the cabin?

Despite his stoic demeanor, Jason will secretly appreciate the joy it brings you and silently support you gaming endeavors. He may even get on the game and surprise you every once in a while with a virtual gift or gesture to help you with your progress.

Michael Myers

The first time Michael saw you play Animal Crossing, he was intrigued (if that is what you would call it). He’d silently walk around the couch and sit beside you, watching you with a blank and unchanged stare. I don’t know what you’d expect from him. He shows no discernible emotion ever. Anyways, you don’t realize he is sitting right next to you – since you're so deep into your game – that when you do notice him, you get the jumpscare of your life. Thanks Michael.

Michael finds Animal Crossing so interesting because it’s so peaceful and starkly contrasts with his reality which is full of violence and death. He’s not surprised that you would like something so peaceful, calming, and harmonious. You and him have very different interests and disinterests. Who is to judge though? He’s not gonna judge you because your interests and disinterests make you who you are. You being you is what drove him to you in the first place.

He doesn’t understand the charm of talking animals and virtual activities, but as long as it doesn’t interfere with his plans, he won’t mind. Michael will tolerate your gaming hobby just as long you aren’t screaming and cursing at your game 24/7 then it shouldn’t be an issue (I don’t see why you’d be yelling at it in the first place).

If you ever want to rant about your game, Michael is there to listen. It might seem like he’s not with that blank and unreadable expression he always has, but trust me he is. Did you get a new animal friend or new building? Are you frustrated because your best tools break? He’s sitting there taking it all in.

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Out of all the three, Danny is the most likely to take the most interest in Animal Crossing, finding joy in the lighthearted and whimsical atmosphere of the game. He would notice you playing and, with a mischievous smile, offer to teach you how to play by suggesting to guide you through the ins and outs of the game. Spoiler alert, Danny has no clue what he’s doing so don’t feed his narcissistic ego even more.

Danny, being the competitive person he is, will most definitely turn it into playful competition. He would challenge you to see who could catch more bugs or find more fossils. Stay on your toes because Danny is a fast learner. Once he learns the ropes of the game, he will outperform you any day of the week.

Danny will often suggest date nights playing Animal Crossing, organizing in-game activities like fishing contests or fossil hunts. Oh great! More competitions. One of his favorite things to do when doing Animal Crossing dates with you is customizing y'all's virtual home. It’s a great time consuming project to be able to express y’all’s creativity together, fostering a sense of unity between you and Danny while sharing accomplishment, even if it’s just a game.

Danny also enjoys leaving little surprise gifts or notes within the game for you as a way to express affection and to add an element of mystery to both y’all’s Animal Crossing experience.

#slashers #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #jason voorhees #jason vorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers #ghostface #the ghostface #ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #friday the 13th #halloween 1978 #sophi ghostie writes #ghostface dbd #ghostface dead by daylight

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imtooscaredforthis · 6 months

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Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Four: Unexpected

Mentions of: Dubcon/noncon themes, stabbing, death, and murder, etc.

A/N: some more pervy Johnny for you lmao

Tags: @dead-bxxxtch-walking @mama-miya @moonshineinasippycup @stwbwwychan @vandeaad @the-fandoms-georgie

“I feel like we haven’t talked in forever. How are you? How is everything?” Rachel asked as the two of you exited the building together and walked to the parking lot.

“I’m good. Work has been pretty good. Jed is a great partner.” You admitted with a shrug.

“I’m sure he is. You guys getting along good?” She asked with a teasing grin. “Yeah- what’s that look for?”

“Nothing. So you guys are close?” You don’t like where this is going.

“I mean, yeah- but..” You scoffed when you noticed Rachel’s smug grin. She’s onto you.

“Will you quit it? He and I are just friends. He’s like a brother to me.” You lied.

Rachel laughed at that. “Bullshit. I’m not dumb. I can tell when two people are fucking, and you and Jed totally are. But don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. No judgment here.”

Before you could finish your conversation, the two of you split up, and she went to her car, while you walked home. You looked over your shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before you called after her.

“Jed and I aren’t- we’re not fucking, okay?! We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night, babe!” She called back. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you walked off, trying to ignore how flustered she had gotten you.

It’s fine. She won’t tell anyone. At worst she’ll just keep teasing you like this. Even if it was annoying, there wasn’t much you could do about it.

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Once you got back home, you changed your clothes and had a glass of wine to wind down. But you didn’t relax, no. You never relax anymore. How could you when you know he’s still out there, harming more innocent people? Jesse, Lucia and Nate all deserved justice. You weren’t going to rest until you got it for them.

As you ate your dinner, you stared at the bulletin board you put up on your wall, with pictures of Ghostface’s victims, reports of his last sightings, and anything you could find. You managed to make some connections as to where he would find his victims.

You did find quite a few that went to Walleye’s but there were still inconsistencies here and there. All you knew was that most of them were average people, middle class and normal, which makes it even harder for him to figure out who he’s after next.

You stared at the board for a little while, before sitting down on your couch, running a hand through your hair. With all the time you had been spending with Jed, you haven’t been able to focus much on this. But today, he was out sick, giving you more room to think about Ghostface, even if you didn’t want to.

With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the remote, clicking on the TV.

“Breaking news: Couple Marie and Carlton Thomas have been found dead in their home this afternoon.”

You stared at the screen in complete shock as a photo of them flashed onto the tv, listening as it continued. “The couple was found by a neighbor this evening when they noticed that their back door was open and their dog had escaped. They were stabbed to death, both having almost twenty wounds each. So the question we’re all wondering is: could this be another Ghostface murder?”

“We’re still figuring out motives, but the possibility is there. We’re working as hard as we can to catch this guy and all we can say right now is follow the curfew and lock your doors at night, and if you see anything suspicious, don’t be afraid to say something.” The sheriff said.

You couldn’t watch any more of this bullshit. You reached over and shut off the tv, sighing softly. Staring at the black reflection of the screen, you realized someone was standing behind you.

“Boo.” You sprung up from the couch, gasping in surprise. You turned on your heel trying to face him straight on. You moved so fast that you stumbled forward, causing him to catch you.

“Careful there, sweetheart, we don’t want you getting hurt do we?” Ghostface cooed in that same condescending tone. You tore yourself from his grip, glowering at him.

You stepped back into the kitchen, grabbing a knife and raising it threateningly. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

How did he even get in? How did you not notice him? He has been standing behind you while you were watching, and you were completely vulnerable. He could’ve easily killed you, but he didn’t. He was toying with you.

“Oh, come on, Dollface. Don’t be like that. I missed you. And from what I can tell, you missed me too.” He gestured to the bulletin board on your wall, before walking over to you. He took slow steps, like a predator ready to pounce.

Just because he didn’t want to kill you didn’t mean he didn’t want to hurt you..but you knew attacking him would only end badly. You lowered the knife slightly, but didn’t let it go.

He moved swiftly, grabbing your wrist and slamming it against the wall, making you drop the knife. “There you go. Good girl.”

“What do you want from me?” You couldn’t help but ask, angry and fearful. “What? Can’t we just have a nice little chat? You’re the one who pulled out the knife.”

He released your wrist, letting you go. “I think it’s time we catch up. You’ve been doing a lot lately, haven’t you? Had a lot of fun with your little Boy Scout?”

“Boy Scout? You mean-”

“Your little boyfriend? Jeb or Jed or whatever? The one who’s helping you write articles on me? Yeah, him. I’ve been watching you two..and you really seemed to be enjoying yourself, slut.”

You felt yourself grow flustered from humiliation and embarrassment. “Don’t hurt him.”

“Awww you want to protect him, how sweet. Don’t worry, toots. I’m not planning on it. As long as you behave, that is. Though I will say, I am jealous.” You felt his other arm hook around your back, the cool blade pressing into you and making you arch forward and into his touch, and his hand moved from your wrist to your chin, tilting your head upward while he examined your body.

“Such a pretty thing. I wouldn’t mind having you myself.” He pressed his knife into your back, forcing your waist to press against his, feeling his hardness.

He forced your shirt upwards, and you tried to stop him, but he smacked your hands away. He smirked. “No bra? How naughty.”

He eyed your tits, while you squirmed slightly in his grip, trying to get him to stop, but the harsh press of his knife and his groin managed to get you to still. His gloved hand caressed your breasts, before sliding down to your stomach.

“Yeah, we’re definitely gonna have some fun later.” You could hear the lust and smugness in his voice.

“What makes you think I would want to do any of that with you? I don’t even want to touch you! I hate you!” You hissed in disgust.

“Oh, I know you do. But you don’t have a choice do you? Not if you want your friends to live.” He leaned over and pressed his mask to your ear, his voice lowering. “You think Jed’s good? I’ll have you screaming and crying for me. And you’ll love it like the good little whore you are.”

He slightly ground his hardness against you, and you bit your lip to hold back a whimper. He removed his knife from your back, pressing it against your front instead. With the flick of his wrist, he cut your stomach, causing you to cry out.

“Just something to remember me by. Don’t worry, I’ll be back, and we’ll have fun very soon.”

He let you go, stalking off into your bedroom, and leaving out the side window onto the fire escape.

Yeah, you need to change your locks.

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cinnamoon-roll2 · 24 days

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The Famished Doctor and Their Devoted Ghost

Danny takes on a new murder case for the Roseville Gazette that people presume is his, but he's never taken the organs of his victims. His curiosity gnaws at him, he needs to know who is this new homicidal partner he shares the town with, and who is this new girl that's making him doubt about his future plans.

Chapter 1: Welcome to the doctor’s practice

Chapter summary: After escaping the disaster her last fake life in Texas left, Dr. Famine decides to take her life into the beautiful sun state of Florida, where she finds lots of new and interesting things that take her life upside down, thanks to a little mistake she made on a crime scene.

Chapter Trigger Warnings: explicit mention of cannibalism, explicit mention of murder, explicit mention of violence, reader and Danny have real fucked up minds and so are their thoughts.

Wc: 5,05K

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Ah, Florida, what a wonderful place, don't you think? The place where you need to put a bloody fence to keep crocodiles and snakes out of your yard. During the summer, the temperatures can be hellish, still there is a bit of wind for relief.

She sighed as she felt her thighs stick to her leather seat, it sucked, which is why she hated summer. She was thankful she had bought a house with air conditioning, otherwise she swore on her life she would have killed herself if she could not find a house with one.

She felt sure that everything was going to go better than it had in Texas, the only positive thing she was taking with her, were the fewer rations that would last her for at least three weeks. She always saved the best for last, which is why she had a liver, a lung, and a heart in her little ice chest.

Her eyes focused on the welcome sign of his new home, "Welcome to Roseville, population 17,500", so many people to meet and eat, she hoped she could hack into the clinic's system so she could meet them all. She was starting to salivate just imagining the variety of cuts she could get out of everyone she chose.

She should not act until she had been in the city for at least a month, it would be suspicious if the murders started with her arrival. Although she had heard that other murders had happened before in that city, they had stopped about a couple of weeks ago, when it was common for the killer to strike for his pause between victims.

She had not heard much about who this killer was, she only knew the nickname the press had given him, "Ghostface", for her taste it was perfect, something simple and catchy to be remembered easily. Still, it wasn't as good as hers, "Dr. Famine", she wasn't a doctor, she was a nurse, thanks to her family's sexism. A simple nurse would not have been able to rip out the heart of the bastard father who destroyed her dreams, right.

She changed her identity from city to city, from state to state, she never repeated the same name, sometimes she stole the surname of her victims, from where she got her false papers, she easily sold one of her rations to a friend and he got them for her, an excellent advantage of her cannibalism.

Now she would be the innocent nurse Luna Graham, a girl with a big heart who dedicates her life to saving whoever she can, inspired by the loss of her grandmother with cancer. Timid, quiet, who you would least suspect of being a ruthless killer.

An easy role to play in the eyes of others, she might miss being able to smoke her herbal ciggies, though it was not something that went with the character.

She came out of her train of thought as she neared her new home, it was hard to find a house that met her expectations except this one was perfect. It had two floors, an attic and basement, a guest room, and the master bedroom, it had just ten windows throughout the structure, it gave her a perfect view of her surroundings. The garage was spacious enough for two cars. What she was looking forward to most was the time to decorate the basement, she had made sure herself that it would be possible to install her semi-industrial refrigerator for her provisions, some of her butchering tools and maybe a wall of her achievements.

She hoped her new neighbours wouldn't bother her. She smiled slightly at the sight of children playing in a nearby front yard, families in a neighbourhood were a good confidence builder when she sought to attract people to her dwelling.

She parked her car in the driveway, took out the keys of the front door and started walking to it. This was a whole fresh start, a fresh start to the consults of Dr. Famine.

The doctor's practice has been opened; it is time to amaze the public.

It was the Thursday of her fourth week in Roseville. Those three weeks, that were behind this one, were the most tiring days that Fanny had ever lived to this day, the people on the clinic were the most terrible human beings that she'd ever seen, no I want this, no I want that, for the love of the blood unique hell, how indecisive and horrendous people can be.

Her patience was strong for not snapping at them, the on event that could be saved from those weeks was to meet some co-workers of her. One of them is named Lori, she has brown hair with golden rays on it, she is of child-bearing age, she is attractive. Unfortunately, she has a small, tiny flaw, she never stopped talking about herself, she took advantage of Luna's false personality to use her as Igor, Luny do this for me, Luny please go attend this patient for me.

Definitely, she is going to eat as her meal or as a way of paying, she swears on Hannibal bloody Lecter she is going to do something unforgivable. That week she took the shift of the psychiatric ward. She loved working there, she had made many friends there, one of them being the famous Laurie Jackson, a 30-year-old woman who had Alzheimer, she is lovely. It was a shame her family just let her in the clinic and forget completely about her.

She hated people like that, people who would forget about their own blood, who would abandon everybody if they became burdens to them, she told herself it would not be a surprise if someone of Laurie's family appeared dead. She swallowed all her violent thoughts; there was no time to have them. Now, because of her schedule, it was her turn to go round the rooms of all the patients they had now.

She kept her fake smile on as she walked through the corridors, greeting anyone she came across, she was beginning to think that keeping that role would be very tiring if she wanted to stay in that city for a long time.

When she reached the doctors' offices, she found something very curious, a recurring patient David Winchester, was shouting to Dr. Marcher about how a ghost was haunting him, he feared for his life, someone or something was seriously going to hurt him. Dr. Marcher did not pay much attention to him, it was not the first time he came with such statements, and they ended up being just hallucinations of his borderline personality disorder, it was an uncommon symptom even though he had it.

"Excuse me doctor, do you need any help with this patient?" She asked with that tone so unnatural for her, sweet, soft, and innocent, all things she was not.

"No, no thank you Miss Graham, I think Mr. Winchester will be leaving before I had to call security, right?" Dr. Marcher mumbled as he pointed out the exit to David, she did not want to admit it, then again, she hated the way that doctor behaved sometimes.

The young man had no choice but to do as Marcher had ordered, he walked away crestfallen, Fanny felt sorry for him, he had a terrible doctor in charge of him. "Are you sure it was nothing serious that worried Mr. Winchester, he seemed very uneasy?" Her gaze was still on the door where the man had left a few seconds ago.

"Something routine, nothing to worry about Miss Graham." He said nonchalantly smiling as he looked at her face, which was nothing to like, that smile meant he was going to flirt something that disgusted her. "Now that I remember, dear Miss Graham, it has been days since I have seen you in this area of the clinic, to what do I owe this honour of seeing your beautiful face in these parts."

Inwardly she wanted to strangle him until she wiped off that smile and then eat that womanizer's heart. "Um... The head nurse, Miss Roberts, said this floor was understaffed today, and... and she assigned me here today." She replied awkwardly, now her urge to kill him increased, however, she had to keep Luna in character, so she just replied avoiding in every way to continue in that flirtation the Marcher was throwing at her.

"Then I should thank Casey for giving me such a good view today." He smiled taking Fanny's hand. The woman was wishing to bite him in the jugular and make him shut up, right now she wished Casey would suffer a huge disgrace that day for giving her this shift.

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted by the speakers announcing that her presence was needed in the emergency room, she did not believe there was a god, yet at that moment she was grateful. She excused herself to escape the awkward situation to see what was needed of her, when she arrived, she saw the head nurse, Casey Roberts.

She was smiling as she chatted with a man who was in his early thirties, he had neatly combed brown hair, brown eyes, she noticed that he must have a contact lens in his left eye, it was just speculation, he had reading glasses in his button-down shirt pocket. If she had to speculate his height, he was close to 193 cm (6'3 ft) tall, beating her by almost 20 cm (7'8 in).

She took a big breath before approaching the reception desk fully, she created a shy smile on her lips before approaching both people.

"It's a pleasure to welcome you here today Mr. Olsen, you hardly ever see journalists as dedicated as you in this city." She heard Casey say, she had a partner and yet she was flirting with the visiting journalist, still who was she to judge.

"It's no big deal I'm just doing the bare minimum of my job, speaking of work, you said you were bringing a co-worker of yours to guide me to Director Ramirez's office for his interview." Olsen replied with a big grin, first mistake on his part if he wanted Fanny to like him, he had a gigantic ego by the looks of it.

"Am... That should be me... This is what you need me for Miss Roberts" She finally spoke, she noticed how Olsen looked her up and down, she could swear she felt a predatory look in those eyes, one similar to the one she had.

"Yes, Luna dear, I need you to guide Mr. Jed Olsen, to the director, could you help me with that, sweetheart." Casey ordered her in a sweet tone with her gaze set on Olsen's handsome face, his name sounded horrible, who in their right mind would call a boy Jed, in her words he had more of a Daniel face.

She just nodded at the words, to turn her gaze back to Olsen, who was still wearing his flirtatious grin. "Uh.... Please follow me Mr. Olsen." She said softly as she looked down at the ground, that grin was making her uncomfortable.

Jed said yes and they both started to head towards the clinic director's office, on the way he kept feeling that brown gaze analyzing his every step, the silence between them was becoming extremely uncomfortable and tense.

"Seems I didn't hear your name very well missy." Jed said as he watched her play with the rings of her hand, with her gaze he looked like a lion watching his prey before devouring it.

She twirled the ring of her little finger one more time before speaking to him. "The name's Luna Graham, sorry for not introducing myself, I'm not very good at social interactions." She listened as he whispered her name, as if playing with it to memorize it the best.

"Well, are you new in town, because I've never heard of you, Miss Luna." His eyes hit right into hers; he was seeing if she lied to him or not, two could play at that game.

"You're right, Mr. Olsen, this is my first month in town, I was transferred from a charity hospital in Texas." She replied calmly as they continued their way, at the moment she disliked feeling the stares from everyone for accompanying Mr. Olsen, from what she had heard he was the acclaimed journalist who was dedicated to Ghostface homicide cases, so far there had been five within two and a half months.

"Oh, in that case may you be welcome in our cosy little town." He replied softly, widening that smile he had had for a while now. "Have you heard about the Ghostface cases?" He asked directing her full attention to whatever he was going to say about it.

She had heard truly little, just enough to know that she had to be careful who she chose for dinner she did not want to take a victim away from the other assassin. She thought her answer, she had to sound innocent and terrified so as not to show the growing admiration within her.

"I've only heard that he has more than 5 victims here in town, and I've heard that they recommend being very careful." She replied fiddling with her rings, she had to show discomfort in front of him. "I haven't read or heard anything else about him, really all that crime stuff scares me, I don't like it at all." She made her voice start to lower to a whisper, she hoped that with that he would understand her discomfort with that subject.

"If you really wanted to finally inform yourself of the truth of this Ghostface's actions, my articles are available to you, miss." That ego-filled face disgusted her, the way he finished talking to her to prove how good he was.

To her luck she had finally arrived at Ramirez's office, she mentally celebrated that she could finally get away from that man. "Looks like we've reached our destination, Mr. Olsen, it was a pleasure to have helped you. She felt Jed take his gaze from her person after a long time to direct it at the director's titled door.

"Likewise, dear Miss Graham, I hope to see you again another time." Jed added taking her hand to kiss the back of it, and people said chivalry is dead. "Next time we meet, call me Jed, please, Missy". With this he took his leave of her, it left a bad taste in her mouth to hear that he hoped to meet her again sometime, she was now interested in this so famous Jed Olsen.

Her sixth week in Roseville had finally arrived, and she was already sure who was going to be her first supply in town. She was a woman named Gloria Rojas, 26 years old, she lived in the suburbs, he had met her when she came in for her annual mammogram at the clinic, he had made sure she had an almost blank history of illicit substances, in her medical report she had reported that she only drank once in a while and went out with her friends on a monthly basis.

Since last Tuesday he had been following and stalking her, he had learned every detail of her routine and her flat. It was a simple studio, only had three windows, one in the bathroom, one in the kitchen and the one he planned to be her entrance, it was right on the fire escape, an easy in and out.

On Sunday, her day off from clinic shifts, she had followed her to work where she noticed Gloria stealing funds from the shop where she worked, something that upset Fanny very much, she took many notes on how Gloria frequented many men, she did not judge that a woman would want to work as a servant sex, the negative of this fact was that it made it more difficult for her to have a perfect time to perform. Gloria frequented a mediocre journalist from the Roseville Gazette, which reminded her that luckily, she had yet to meet Jed Olsen anywhere.

Although she had met him on paper, on Saturday of the previous week, two days after David Winchester had again gone to the hospital for help about his constant paranoia that he was being stalked, it turned out that it was not just hallucinations. In the end he was being stalked by Ghostface, she had heard from rumours in the corridors that the clinic was grateful that no one knew they were aware of this and did nothing, as usual the higher-ups and their hypocrisy.

David had been the 6th victim of this killer, Olsen did a recap of each victim in his article, something that gave her a little idea of what kind of targets Ghostface targeted, young, loners, their homes had many weak points, unsecured windows, quick access places, by Olsen's speculation, he said the criminal had to follow his victims for a while, therefore the two weeks pause between murders.

Their modus operandi was similar, to stalk, work in silence and leave something behind to affirm that they were the ones who committed these acts. The masked man would leave polaroid of himself with his victims, she would occasionally leave a business card with a fake number that she gave to an answering machine that always said the same message.

Again, she was letting her mind wander instead of focusing on what she was going to do that Sunday night, her car was parked half a block from Gloria's flat, she was already wearing her new suit, a long black trench coat, she put a mini hoodie over it, cargo trousers, they had extra pockets that helped her store things for emergencies, his combat boots, which had an extra steel toe cap that gave very good punches. For her face she wore a balaclava to hide everything excluding her blue eyes, her hair was tucked under that cloth, in front of the balaclava she wore the mask that she loved with all her heart like the one they used during the times of the black plague, The Raven Mask. (She followed the tradition of placing aromatic herbs on the tip of her beak, in her words the metallic smell of blood made her sick from time to time).

That night she had planned to devote to committing the art of human butchery, she carried with her the jars in which to place the goods she would get that night together with the cooler where they would be put. She took his black latex gloves; it was time for her to start walking to Gloria's flat.

It took her ten minutes to get there and climb the fire stairs to the fourth floor where the woman lived, the window was unlocked, perfect, she could hear from outside the pop music that Gloria listened to while she was doing her skin care routine, more than once she had received complaints from her neighbours because of the volume of the music, something perfect to hide her presence.

She crept open the window and entered the room, checked the cocktail of drugs she normally used on her victims, doxacurium chloride and atracurium, two drugs that disconnected the muscles of the brain, leaving her victims as easy dolls to manipulate to her liking, she took notes of the mess the woman had in the room, kept thinking how ironic it was that Gloria's routine would end up killing her that very night.

Keeping her way in stealth, until she reached the living room of the flat where she watched the woman dance around singing those pop songs she liked, she saw that she also had a glass of wine placed on the living room table, too bad it was going to be wasted. She continued to stand behind her, put her non-dominant hand on Gloria's mouth and her dominant hand was grabbing her jaw, giving her no time to react. She delivered a punch to the underside of her jaw by her ear, from experience it would cut off the circulation to her brain causing a knockout.

As she was about to give her a second punch or pull the syringe out at once, she noticed how the woman's body began to soften in her arms, she proceeded to lower her down onto the couch in the living room. After checking that the woman's heart rate was relaxed and low, she began to take out the instruments she would use for her task, her scalpel, her scissors, autopsy shears, with which she planned to break the woman's sternum, she planned to take several organs from her. Fearing that when she started the "surgery" she would wake up and put up a fight, he proceeded to inject both drugs into her bloodstream.

She removed her shirt to see her skin. She began cutting from the sternum down, as you would normally do with a deer, cut through the soft tissues and what little fat she had stored, used the shears to break her entrance into the chest cavity, and extracted everything she needed to have few weeks of peace.

She transported the organs to the jars titled with the names, left them in the cooler, searched in her pockets for the hunting knife she used to finish her work, cut Gloria's throat, the little blood that had been stored in her veins came out, something she poured into a small glass, it was going to be useful. She took her needles and began to mend the body of the deceased, she closed the section of her torso, she closed her throat, she rearranged her clothes, she wanted to make it look as if she had fallen asleep after a night dedicated to herself. She began to tidy up the scene, turned off the woman's music, took her tool kit and began to pack them into it. She finally pulled out her business card, it read:

"Famine Mori, M.D +1 305 XXX-XXXX."

She hoped the police would be stupid enough to call and get the fake secretary she had designated on that answering machine; it said in that mocking British accent that the doctor was busy and that as soon as she did not have people to kill, she would be with them. She heard the floor of the flat being pounded on, fearfully grabbed her things without leaving her card and retreated through the same window, closing it as if she had never been in the room.

Monday, funking Monday, he hated the beginning of the week. Especially when the office sent him to a crime scene all at once, not letting him enjoy his morning coffee, and worsening everything they said it could be a case of Ghostface, that number one how would he have attacked someone if he was just starting the stalking of his new target, and number two who will be that damned son of the great whore who is impersonating him, in case he finds them he swears on all the dark roast coffee on the planet that he will kill them in the worst way.

He was now in the suburban flat block that was 15 minutes from the gazette, the authorities were already there, from afar he saw Turner, a coroner who was giving him information in exchange for some drinks in the bar that was near the police station. He presented his credentials and they let him with an officer who would follow him to the scene, he hated these cheap flats that did not have elevators, he would have to go up four fucking floors just to see a corpse that was not even his. More than a thousand curses replayed in his head as he climbed each step. When he finally reached the flat, the new victim, he learned that she was a 26-year-old woman of Hispanic descent from information that had been leaked at early hours today.

He saw the yellow tape typical of crime scenes, and in the doorway were Detectives Martinez and Crawford, both of whom changed their countenances when they noticed Olsen was on the scene. He nodded to them and let the accompanying officer usher him into the scene. He noted that there was almost no blood or signs of a struggle, whoever worked here must have been experienced in their own M.O. He saw a couple of examiners taking pictures of where the body was, lying peacefully on the couch. Now he confirmed that it could not be a copycat of his, he liked to leave his victims posed, to reflect the evil intentions hidden inside them. He took two quick photos of the body and the general scene, he went out to talk to the detectives, he wanted to get more clues as to who this new artist was.

"Olsen, the raven from the Roseville Gazette, now that information you want to squeeze out of us" Martinez commented mockingly looking at his face, of the pair he detested Olsen the most, he felt he was only causing more trouble instead of helping the city.

"I'm offended that you think every time I come to talk to you it's for information, Martinez." Jed pretended to be offended by her words by dramatically placing his firsthand his chest. "I can't talk calmly to the detectives who are in charge of this city's decade-long case."

Martinez was about to reply aggressively if Crawford had not stopped him and whispered something in his ear, "Get to the point you need from us today." Crawford said, tired of the frequent clashes between the journalist and his colleague. Jed asked the questions he needed to ask, who they suspected, if it was a case of not just Ghostface, if not who might have committed this act, if it meant that the serial killer's violence had escalated. Questions about how they were following up on leads and the progress of the investigation.

On the way out he waved to Turner as he headed for his car, that day he had gotten an answer he did not even know he should be looking for, now he wanted to know who this new killer in town was. It was going to be on his list of priorities along with investigating the new nurse at the clinic, she was cute and looked so innocent that he could already imagine the headlines he would write, young and innocent woman perishes in the hands of the shady Ghostface. It was going to be one of his best stories.

Back in the office, he reported to his boss about what he had found at the new crime scene and presented his theories that it couldn't be Ghostface, otherwise a new killer, which were rejected by his boss, if they talked about a new killer it wouldn't appeal to people, people would think it was a minor event, although if it was a recurring one, they would be more morbid to read about the new evil he did against the people of this city.

He kept arguing with his boss about why if it did not match Ghostface's crimes at all he would attribute it to him. His stubbornness made his boss cede he simply ordered to add Ghostface to get the readers' attention. As he returned to his own office he smiled hugely, he had beaten his fat boss again, he started his desktop computer, and it was time to put his artist's heart and soul into the words of this new article.

Roseville diary entry 15.

Today I went to witness a curious event, it seems I am going to share this city with another killer, not a normal one, Turner gave me the tip that the victim was missing the organs that are normally eaten from animals, the stomach, heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, plus half a liter of blood that had been extracted from her neck. This maniac is making me overly excited; I would love to collaborate with him, the things we could both achieve.

In other news, after killing David Winchester, I am still looking for a new victim unfortunately I have been going through a murderous block, I have tried to take inspiration from the slasher movies I have in my collection, nevertheless none have managed to give me that spark, only that new girl at the clinic, I could do amazing things with her death, she was giving me some inspiration for my next victim.

Casey Roberts, she was engaged yet still trying to flirt with anyone who passed her by, her fiancé knew nothing about it, it would be amazing to kill her with one of her lovers, it would be like I had done justice for Casey's poor deluded man.

After Casey, I might go after Luna Graham, that nurse with the shy blue eyes, although something inside me tells me she was hiding something big because of the way she acted with me on Thursday when I went to interview the director. The darker what she is hiding from everyone, the better the plot twist her article would have.

From what I know so far, Luna is very loved by the patients and workers at the clinic, she is like an angel to them, many other nurses take advantage of her sweet heart to ask her for many favors, I managed to get it out of Casey that her best friend Lori, is the one who bothers the sweet honey blonde haired girl the most, she even told me that she has even made Luna work her shift without her knowing.

I could even frame Luna or Lori for the murder of the other. No, no that would be a lot more work, something I do not want to do now. At this moment I must focus on just following Casey and choosing which of his little toys I am going to leave her slit her throat next to him wherever they meet.

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