Ghostface!Robin
The world is a scary place. Especially one where a deranged murder is out in your town killing innocent people - your friends. One who set their sights on you. Spending every day in fear of it being your last- the calls became more and more frequent- things moved and placed in new areas as the killer became more confident with tormenting you. Calling the cops didn’t help- there were no signs of a break in.
They couldn’t do anything
You were almost alone - but thankfully, your girlfriend Robin never left your side. The thought of her made you almost weak at the knees- the most gorgeous woman in your college choosing you- loving you? It was a dream come true. Even now as you tiredly rubbed your eyes- the words of the page becoming more blurry. She always took care of you
“Come on, love,” a brush of a hand gently brushed yours - stopping the pen from moving. Looking up those soft blue eyes staring into yours with such love “lets get to bed? You’ve been studying for hours now”
Picking you up, you automatically wrapped your arms around her neck, holding Robin close. Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, she walked you down the hall to your room. Dressing you in your pajamas for you. “I can’t stay for long. I have to get to work soon” She hummed softly
“Cuddles first?” You tiredly asked, nuzzling into the soft blankets under you. Smiling, she got underneath, opening her arms for you to dive into - “you smell like tar,” you mumbled, scrunching your nose in disgust- leaning down she kissed your nose
“Yeah- I had to clean up a bunch. Someone knocked down the whole jar of it- almost ruined the project”
Humming, you started to fall asleep in her arms. Didn’t even feel her move herself from you when she needed to go - smiling at the gentle kiss goodbye- you curled up into the blanket falling asleep. Feeling safe.
A familiar ringing sound echoed into the house- taunting you. Teasing you. Your eyes widen in fear. It’s them. You don’t know for a fact it is- but their the only one who calls the house phone. The one who constantly calls when you think your safe. When your alone
You were almost tempted to ignore the phone- but remembering what happened last time you sighed shakily. Getting up, you slowly walked down the hall. Your heart pounded in your ears once you reached the phone. It was so tempting to cut the wire- to do whatever to get them to stop. Taking a deep sigh you picked up
“..Hello?’
"Took your time, little mouse.”
The same distorted voice called out from the phone. Your heart dropped. Biting your lip nervously you missed whatever they were saying to you
“Do not ignore me. After all, you’re alone right now -”
“Stop - I’m not alone -” you interrupted - it was silent on the line for a moment before a chuckle happened
“Hm maybe I should call you little Rabbit” the distorted voice broke through the phone. “Those pajamas are certainly adorable. The little rabbit on the front? Quite cute”
Your heart dropped. Dropping the house phone, you rush out of the room, fear coming up in the throat
Rushing around- you started to stumble - hitting chairs and tables in your fit of panic. Their breath caught in their throat their near - they can see me
Finally closing the last window and locking it- they took a moment. A deep, shaky breath as they debated on calling Robin. Bitting back tears, they couldn’t be alone. Not now, she would keep them safe - be there.
Pulling their phone out they shakily dialed- a moment passed as their heart pounded in their ears
“Hello?”
“Robin-” they cried out happy- “what’s wrong-? Are you ok?” Her automatic concerned voice cut into their ear- making them calm down with ease.
“Please- they- they called again. They can *see* me”
“Hey, hey- it’s ok . I’m on my way right now, alright?” Cooing into the phone, they heard sounds of keys being picked up and Robin running.“I’ll be there in a moment, ok? Stay in your room and don’t open the door to anyone until I call, alright?”
Hanging up Robin smiled putting away her phone- the mask she held in her hand placed on a simple copy cat- sneering down at the body in amusement “guess you got your wish.”
-
Supposed Ghostface found dead
The relief you felt from the news. Finally. Finally, you’re safe. You almost wanted to celebrate it - but the thought of celebrating someone’s death - even if they were tormenting - you sounded down right horrible.
Falling on Robin’s lap, you curled up to face her- smiling up at her brightly. She placed the book down, raising an eyebrow - curling to her stomach, she ran a hand through your hair softly. “What’s up, love?” Smiling down at you
“Oh, nothing iust- really relaxed right now.”
The phone rang- the automatic dear crept up until you remembered the news- and picked up. It was silent on the other end- deafening silent.
“Hello?”
“Miss me?”
Your mouth fell open in shock. Swallowing thickly, you felt sick. Felt terrified. They were alive?
“Of course I am. You think I’d really die just like that?”
“But- but the news-”
“I was bored. Thought it’d be funny if you found out I was actually alive- I was right. You certainly are adorable.”
Hanging up without a second thought, you turned rushing into your bedroom pacing. “No, no. This is wrong. ” You felt tears coming. They can’t be alive.. can they? Coming to a stop you took a deep breath. You just needed some air. Needed a quick walk to calm down. To relax.
-
Walking down the sidewalk. You came to the conclusion that going at night was a horrible idea. Especially if the murderer was actually alive.
Did you have a death wish?
Sighing, you turned around to go back home before freezing. Looking back, your heart dropped. The person hunting, you wore the same outfit Ghostface did. But they looked so much smaller. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your breathing. Just dressing up- you kept repeating in your head. You turned back to walk were you originally going
It’s a horrible choice.
Hurried footsteps came from behind you - before you could look back, you were slammed into the alley way close by you. Without letting you get a grip of what’s going on, you were slammed into the wall. Trying to fight the person off gave no help - the shock you got gave them too much of an upperhand- couldn’t even think to yell for help.
Before the person could stab you - the world around you spun as they were yanked off you. Your eyes widen in surpise and a sickening feeling of relief. “Now, what do we have here?” The real Ghostface spoke weirdly sounding pissed. Without missing a beat- ignoring the cry of the guy who begged to be let go went quiet as he was stabbed aggressively. Tilting their head to look at you- they dropped the person to the ground with little to no concern. Whipping their blood off on the black cloak they put it away.
“Can’t stand copy cats”
Ghostface slammed you into the wall- letting out a terrified squeal you cowered under them- how they chuckled in that distorted voice. “Well, well, little mouse~” they cackled. Their knife titled from your chin up- forcing you to look into that white bloodied mask- the one that kept you up all night in fear. “No, thank you? I saved your life, did I not?” Leaning down the black around their eyes gave nothing away they were carefully covered.
“Come on~ be good and-” their other hand grabbed your jaw harshly- before gently rubbing your chin. “Thank me.”
“Th-” biting back a sob, you cleared your “Thank you” the gentle pat on your cheek told you. You did the smart thing to listen.
“Keep those pretty eyes closed for me, would you?” Ghostface asked, pushing you further into the wall blocking the exit. Closing your eyes tightly, you heard some shuffling. “Open them, and I’ll gut you right here and now.” The firm warning kept you from peaking - your jaw clenched until something hard and firm yet soft hit your lips in a bruising way - they were kissing you. You couldn’t help but moan- they smirked. You were enjoying the kiss- you felt horrible, but it felt so sickeningly sweet.
Harsh bites on your lips made you open up while gloved hands felt you up by your sides- your hands gripped the wall scratching the brick- their tongue invading your mouth fighting yours. The odd metallic taste hit yours.
Blood.
There was blood in your mouth as you kissed them- a murderer. Your stalker. The unknown Killer at large and you didn’t care- when they pulled away, you whined from the empty feeling. Shuffling was heard
“Open those eyes”
Opening them- you flushed in embarrassment on what you just did- the bloodied tilted mask told you the person underneath was studying you- almost waiting.
“I can see why your girlfriend likes you so much.” They laughed, moving to brush some dirt off your cheek
“Get home safe now, little mouse~ There’s a murder out and about”
Your car keys were dropped into your hand
-
The whole drive home, you should have felt disgusted with yourself. Felt fear anything - but you want nothing more than to feel those lip- you shook those thoughts away- You kissed - made out with your stalker- the town murderer, and your sitting in your car driving home wishing for the same person to kiss you again?
Getting into the house, you locked the doors closed everything. Once you finished, you sat down on the couch, staying at the ceiling. Everything hurt. Your lip quivered - tears started to fall.
Why did they save you?
Maybe it was some sick game to them. That’s all you could think of. How mad they got when that fake tried to kill you- their prey. You blinked. Their? It almost felt relaxing. Standing up you paced tiredly.
This whole situation is fucked up.
“-?” A hand touched your shoulder. Quickly jumping away, you stared in fear before calming down.
“Robin -” Going to her, you put your head on her shoulder- letting her hold you close. “I-” you started wetting your lips. She’d understand. You were sure she’d understand that they kissed you. “I need to tell you something - Ghostface- their alive. They- they ki-, ” cutting you off, Robin pulled back, looking you over
“You’re hurt. Let me take care of you.” Shushing you softly once you tried to explain what happened. How they kissed you. She wouldn’t listen and kept interrupting you. Stopping you from speaking or it. You were too tired to think of why she was so insistent of you not talking about it - how she didn’t care about Ghostface being alive
Robin washed you clean- gently rubbing the forming bruises from the hits the fake gave you. Silently brushed your hair, pulling it back for you. Even going as far as getting you hot chocolate as you got dressed.
You were so lucky to have her in your life- so lucky your girlfriend would do anything to keep you safe- keep you happy. You missed the knowing smile she gave you when you rubbed your mouth flushed in embarrassment whenever you’d remember the encounter.
What you don’t know won’t kill you after all.