Entities Realm! DBD ((ghostface fanfic))

Chapter 6

My eyes burned from the lack of sleep. Every time I closed my eyes it seemed I was experiencing a nightmare. My mothers screams of pain from her illness haunted me. I envied ghostface man for his memory loss. The sun was rising behind the trees. Maybe I should leave. Why did we stick together like this? Would he want me to buzz off? I leave the barn and start to walk slowly towards the trees. If he stops me from leaving or wakes up that will be the deciding factor. I look back once to see if he noticed I was gone. He did not. He stayed lying in the hay, inside the barn. It was for the best I guess.

It wasn't till mid day, the sun was hot but not overwhelming in the sky. I guess taking a couple wilderness courses in school paid off. I liked cross country running and it was a good necessity to have. I was able to tell the time by where the sun was in the sky. Maybe things were different here but maybe they weren't. The entity controls everything but also takes inspiration from the real world it seemed.

The trees were starting to thin out as the sun started to move behind me. It was probably around 6 pm now and I was hungry, thirsty and decently tired. I had reached a street of houses. Abandoned, or so I thought. I could hear music.

"Country road take me home," someone started to sing. I walk towards the sound, crouching and staying quiet. I peeked around the side of a house and see 5 people around a fire. On that fire was a turning stick of deer corpse, cooking away. 2 woman and 3 men sat around the fire drinking. One of the women looked at me and stood up. She looked afraid but then relaxed. One of the men who had their back to me swivelled around.

"Are you one of them cannibals? We shoot cannibals." He warned. I shook my head.

"I was just passing by when I heard your music." I said. "I'll get going."

"That won't do." The woman who saw me first said. "My names Ann, I was a nurse in the real world. Can I at least fix up that cut on your forehead first. I promise we mean no harm." She sets her beer down on a small table and ushers me over. I move in small steps. Drawn to the gentle kindness.

"You trust to easily Ann. You best behave yourself then get going." The man who was quiet till now muttered out. I nod and let Ann get me fixed up.

After Ann fixed me up. We all got to talking and I got the offer to stay with them. Turns out the quiet gentleman was once a fireman in the human world. His name was Tom Clairevent. The other woman's name was Kat and the man who said he would shoot me was George. I told them about how I came to the entities realm. How right away I ran into the trapper and was saved by other survivors. Claudette and Felix. I told them about the base they had going. They said it was impressive how survivors made it away from the campfire.

Now as the night went on everyone was going off to bed. I stayed by the fire drinking my 4th beer. My drunken buzz the first relief from my anxiety, from the dreams, from my own thoughts. Ann left one more bottle out for me and wished me a good night.

"Don't worry about killers darling. There isn't anything out here to kill these days. Many have not shown themselves in a year." She patted my shoulder then headed into the house the others had entered. Would I really be alright at the fire. My eyes looked to the trees. Feeling eyes on me. I bring the bottle to my lips and start chugging. Small amounts escaped my lips running down my chin, my neck and down ghostfaces cloak. His cloak. I hold the soft fabric on the edge of the hem as it rests on my thighs. The fabric is cold in my fingers. I close my eyes trying not to feel the weird overwhelming sadness I had. If I went home I would suffer. So what was I missing really. I was in danger yet this was somehow better.

I crack open the next bottle. Tipsy as fuck I go for another sip. A glove clad hand snatched the bottle from me. The fire illuminates his mask, his mouth. He had the mask tilted upwards having only his mouth visible. He chugged the rest of my beer. He set the empty bottle down. With a sigh he let the mask go so it would fall to cover his face once more. In my drunk state without thinking I grab it just before it did. The man grabbed my wrist holding it tight.

"You run off with my cloak and leave me stranded, now you want my mask as well? Or was it the fact I crashed your little pitty party by the fir-" before he could finish I kissed him. I wanted to feel connection. I needed comfort. And my desire for him was still lingering. His hand let go of my wrist and we crashed to the ground. His hips thrusted hard into me as I laid on the ground. The commotion made a loud noise and the light in the house came on as someone lit a candle. Pushing the ghostface man off me and getting up. I grab his leather holster strap and drag him into the woods.

"I'm sorry, I'm really drunk." I mutter out as I crash against a large tree. He's behind me still. Close. Mask touching my neck as he leans in. His hands find my hips and pull me back against him.

"When I woke up to you gone. I didn't think I would give a fuck. But seeing you about to cry at this campfire after everyone went to bed was so pitiful. This entire time I have known you, I have gone through some crazy shit. And all I can think about now after that kiss is bending you over and fucking you so hard right now. I won't until you beg me too." He says breathy and soft. I spin around to face him.

"Whats my survival rate as a virgin. Will someone try and sacrifice me again or make me have sex with a random man?"

"It will help but thats not how you will get me to sleep with you. You will need to put some actual interest in me. Desire it." He says boxing me against the tree. I drunkenly grab his belt buckle.

"I was able to fight off the flower until I saw you. I know you're a killer. That you've done things. I feel like a monster for wanting you."

"You should go back to the house and rest." He pulls away. Then moves to leave.

"If you want to come with me, I'll be leaving this area at noon." He disappeared before I could respond.