Not Your Average Ghostface X Reader

Two

"Sit down."

Hard to argue with a guy holding a weapon.

Keeping an eye on him at all times, you walked over to your couch and slowly sat down. Sparing a glance every so often at the large knife that he kept at his side. Subconsciously you held a breath in your lungs as he walked over to where you sat. At a distance of maybe two, three feet away; but still a bit too close for your own preference considering he was already trespassing.

You wondered where the guns were. The larger one was likely hidden somewhere if you had to guess, he probably tucked it away in another room. The handgun very well could have been on his person. But you didn't know, it was hard to say for sure.

"Feel free to exhale at any time." He teased. Cocking his head slightly to the side as he watched you. (Or at least you assumed, he was facing your direction dead on but you couldn't see his line of sight through the mask.)

"You look like you have questions," he mused.

He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, leaning forward a bit which prompted you to instinctively sit further back into the couch. You silently commended the coffee table for being able to hold all that killers' weight- not that he was overweight, by any means. But muscle weighed more than fat and you were sure he had a lot of muscle under the costume.

"The only things I won't answer are who I am, where I'm from, and where I'm going next." He hummed. "Other than that, fire away."

"Why are you here?" You blurted out. Noting the glint of the reflection of light in the knife as he dug the tip of it into the table. Balancing it between that and his index finger.

"I told you why I'm here."

"If you're here to kill me then why are you doing all this?" You asked curtly. "You have me, I'm vulnerable, just make it quick..."

"I thought you were smarter than that," he tsked. "But you're still in shock so I'm happy to spoon-feed you the situation. I'm a little too... intrigued, to be making such rash decisions in this case. I've been watching you both for a while and you, sweetie, have peaked my interest."

"How long have you been watching us?"

He chuckled.

"Longer than you might think."

"Long enough to fuck with the security system..."
You grimaced. Looking off uncomfortably while his stare bored into you despite not being able to see it dead-on. You could feel his stare. Something else in the air was hard to ignore as well, a certain kind of... tension. And not the kind you were used to feeling around your boyfriend- ironically enough.

"If you've been lurking here for that long, why did you wait until now to start fucking with me?" You asked curiously. "Is it just... fun, to you?"

"Yes! See, you get it." He laughed. "I was going to start much sooner but then the shitshow started. That guy, what's his name? He uh... Really has a way with words. He says ' stupid' a lot."

Ughhhhh... Him. That fucking crusty snotbag of a human being...

You seriously hoped he wouldn't make it back safely tonight. Or at the very least, comes back while Mr Psycho Killer is still here.

"...That's a good-to for him, yeah. I usually tell him takes one to know one..." you said quietly. "Sometimes he'll throw in 'bitch' or 'cunt' to spice it up."

"Looks like he adopted 'psychopath' into it this time." He noted. "Wrongfully so. But as you said, it takes a stupid person... I think he pegged you a little wrong in that arena too."