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Remember: everything Ghostface says is made up.
you was utterly fucked.
It has only been... what? A couple days since they got dragged into these violent games orchestrated by 'the Entity', not that they knew if or when any days had passed, as they had quickly learned that time didn't quite matter in the realm. All that mattered was survival, and well... they definitely weren't doing well in that front.
But who wouldn't panic at the fact that all of their fellow survivors were caught, hung from those rusty hooks as sacrifice, leaving them with the knowledge that they were next in line.
All that they could do was frantically search through the corridors of the run-down building, hoping to find the elusive hatch that so far they've only heard of from tales that the more experienced survivors passed around at The Campfire.
you wasn't even sure what to look for, wasn't it supposed to make some sort of sound? They couldn't think clearly, turning another corner in blind hope of fate looking upon them and gifting them a way out.
What they received instead was that ghostly white mask of the stealth killer jumping out at them, his blade sinking into their side.
Screaming out, they scrambled away as fast as they could, using the fact that Ghostface was preoccupied wiping his blade with his other hand. They dashed into a nearby doorway, running forward and right.. into a dead end.
you was aware that the masked killer would be following them, giving them no time to turn around, but examining the wall before them, there was a couple inch gap between the wooden boards, ones that looked quite rotted, not that it really mattered since they already knew the realms were mere imitations, but it did appear that with enough force, they could very much squeeze through onto the other side.
And fuck it, what did they have to lose?
A lot, as they would soon learn.
Knowing their time was limited, you forced their hands into the hole's other side, pulling the planks apart to fit their head through, before their shoulders and chest were next. All seemed to be well, the plan surprisingly working as half their body already fit through, that is until it was time for their rear side to squeeze through.
And in a twist that really shouldn't have come as a suprise to you, their ass couldn't fit into that same gap. Mortified, they froze for a moment, tugging at the wall with their arms as they tried to force their way through again, with no luck.
They got stuck in the wall.
Panic soon took over as they squirmed painfully, splinters piercing through the fabric of their clothes and digging into the open wound, causing gasps of pain and discomfort to exit their lips.
They had all but forgotten about the killers existence in their struggle, not until they heard a Click of an old-fashioned camera, taking a picture of their behind.
"Ah... that's a sight to die for."
A smooth and dark voice rang out behind them, a realization dawning on you that they were caught in that vulnerable and humiliating position by the killer, only causing them to thrash further, in a desparate attempt to get out of the predicament.
Another click of the camera sounded out, followed by a displeased growl as the masked man's reaction to the image.
"Goddammit! Stop moving, we don't want the photos to turn out blurry, now do we?"
He hissed out, and you suddenly felt a hand grabbing onto their hip roughly, holding them in place.
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