theghostofroseville-thelegend

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

He glares, not appreciating this at all. He huffs and tries to say something but shuts up.

“I have Amanda. Also I don’t need any help!”

He mutters then snaps. He crosses his arms and lifts his nose up.

“You don’t know the first thing about being a good stalker and being actually feared”

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

“‘Sit on a dick’..I already-…you don’t need to know that”

He mutters under his breath, slightly pissed. He almost over shared. He stiffens and looks to the side.

“Haven’t really seen an “SWF” team, but I don’t think they’d be hard to handle.”

He shrugs and kicks a stone. Maybe Amanda knows, she can tell him..later.

“Don’t think they’ll be hard to beat, though”

Ah yes, Danny and his overconfidence and big ego. I wonder how nobody is able to crush his ego.

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

“Hah, I’m not shocked.

He leans closer, his arms still crossed. He flicks Frank’s mask.

“More like..disappointed.”

He whispers, putting on a fake sad voice. He tilts his head to the side, the screaming mask taking on a mocking air. He leans even closer and bends down, so he and Frank can be eye to eye.

“Come on, Frankie. Only two total parties? I thought you were supposed to be better than me.”

He nods slowly, making sure Frank knows that he pities him.

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

"Hey, Ghostface! Guess who just got 2 total party kills in a row? I guess the Legion is up to snuff after all."

"Alright, nice job babe! The survivors must've been quaking in their boots. I wish we could hunt em together... the kills we could pull off."

@thelegionsden

He huffs and shrugs, I mean…baby steps. Baby steps. He could totally do better, I mean..he’s the Ghostface. The Danny Johnson. But whatever. They’re just kids, baby steps..

“Uh….good job.”

He leans back and crosses his arms. Should he like..hug them? Congratulate them? He stares and blinks for a few seconds.

“Congratulations?”

He mutters and nods, not really knowing what to do or say.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

By now Danny would’ve thought that Frank would’ve understood his humor, apparently not.

“Sit your ass down!”

He snaps instead and continues to clean his gear, a bit grumpier though. He doesn’t spare any glance as the teen eyes him. He doesn’t care if Frank sees him without the mask, because the legion has seen his handsome face tons of times.

Hold up, did I hear that DRACULA IS AMONG THE KILLERS OF THE REALM?

“I saw him multiple times,”

He hums and rips out the dead grass from the ground, he smirks and looks up.

“Needless to say, he’s cool.”

He chuckles and continues to rip out the grass, it’s a source of entertainment. Amanda is busy and The legion are being…themselves (😐), so be settled by the lake, ripping out plants and cleaning his gear.

“Didn’t believe he was real, honestly. Blood sucking demon and all. Who would?”

He dampens his handkerchief and wipes his bloody mask. He admires the shape and color of the mask, he may not say it..but he misses Roseville and..the his killings..and his writing. Damn, survivors are getting boring. He looks up, his blue eyes searching for you.

“How are you asking..this? Did the entity allow you in here?”

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

Danny doesn’t bother to put on his mask as he hears Frank talking to his inner demons. He doesn’t bother to get up, instead calling out.

“Frank, stop that will you, kid? Makes you looks crazy.”

He calls out and dampens the handkerchief again, he doesn’t look at his reflection in the lake.

Hold up, did I hear that DRACULA IS AMONG THE KILLERS OF THE REALM?

“I saw him multiple times,”

He hums and rips out the dead grass from the ground, he smirks and looks up.

“Needless to say, he’s cool.”

He chuckles and continues to rip out the grass, it’s a source of entertainment. Amanda is busy and The legion are being…themselves (😐), so be settled by the lake, ripping out plants and cleaning his gear.

“Didn’t believe he was real, honestly. Blood sucking demon and all. Who would?”

He dampens his handkerchief and wipes his bloody mask. He admires the shape and color of the mask, he may not say it..but he misses Roseville and..the his killings..and his writing. Damn, survivors are getting boring. He looks up, his blue eyes searching for you.

“How are you asking..this? Did the entity allow you in here?”

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

Hold up, did I hear that DRACULA IS AMONG THE KILLERS OF THE REALM?

“I saw him multiple times,”

He hums and rips out the dead grass from the ground, he smirks and looks up.

“Needless to say, he’s cool.”

He chuckles and continues to rip out the grass, it’s a source of entertainment. Amanda is busy and The legion are being…themselves (😐), so be settled by the lake, ripping out plants and cleaning his gear.

“Didn’t believe he was real, honestly. Blood sucking demon and all. Who would?”

He dampens his handkerchief and wipes his bloody mask. He admires the shape and color of the mask, he may not say it..but he misses Roseville and..the his killings..and his writing. Damn, survivors are getting boring. He looks up, his blue eyes searching for you.

“How are you asking..this? Did the entity allow you in here?”

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

He munches his bagel some more, he leans back on his tree. He thinks for a few seconds, he could give them all the tricks he learned..or he could just…not. And let them figure it out the hard way. He looks at Frank again…he has just the thing to piss him off.

“Respect your elders.”

He smirks, his voice clearer without the changer. It’s smug, really smug and it’s obvious he’s full of himself. He continues to eat his bagel, quietly chuckling to himself.

So, whatcha think of that new Killer with the Cane Corso? In all honesty, she gives me the fuckin' creeps.

“Don’t approach her.”

He shrugs, not paying much attention as he cleans his nails with his knife. He had a sense of hygiene in the real world, the entity’s realm fucked up his hygiene.

“I stick with my tribe. The Pig, The trickster, Myers, the legion of idiots, etc”

He looks up at you, he takes in your appearance…not approving.

“I just like the dog.”

He looks back down at his nails.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

“I killed my dad, I don’t want love.”

He deadpans, eyeing his posture. He also eyes Julie’s posture and the way she’s holding her knife. He has some criticism but these knuckleheads are knuckleheads. He notices the slight height difference between him and frank. Ghostface stares for a few minutes. The silence stretches, becoming tense and awkward. He clears his throat and lifts his mask abit, revealing his mouth and pale skin. (He doesn’t see the sun 😔).

“Listen, mentor to pupils. Fix your posture and your attitude. The more the angrier you are, the more the reckless.”

He pulls out a bagel, seemingly out of thin air, and starts eating. He chews for a second and continues.

“Being reckless causes mistakes, stupid mistakes can cost you.”

He finishes and points at Julie.

“Same goes for you.”

So, whatcha think of that new Killer with the Cane Corso? In all honesty, she gives me the fuckin' creeps.

“Don’t approach her.”

He shrugs, not paying much attention as he cleans his nails with his knife. He had a sense of hygiene in the real world, the entity’s realm fucked up his hygiene.

“I stick with my tribe. The Pig, The trickster, Myers, the legion of idiots, etc”

He looks up at you, he takes in your appearance…not approving.

“I just like the dog.”

He looks back down at his nails.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

“Even the idiots agree!”

He nods rapidly and looks at them. He doesn’t like the new killer. She’s odd, and she loves her dog too much. Danny thinks she’s in love with it. Isn’t that illegal in most states?

“Stop being sappy infront of me, pisses me off.”

He snaps at them and shakes his head, he cleans his knife and sheathes it. he hates sappy and corny stuff, it reminds him of his mother. He leans back on the tree again.

“Fix your posture.”

He smacks frank on the back.

So, whatcha think of that new Killer with the Cane Corso? In all honesty, she gives me the fuckin' creeps.

“Don’t approach her.”

He shrugs, not paying much attention as he cleans his nails with his knife. He had a sense of hygiene in the real world, the entity’s realm fucked up his hygiene.

“I stick with my tribe. The Pig, The trickster, Myers, the legion of idiots, etc”

He looks up at you, he takes in your appearance…not approving.

“I just like the dog.”

He looks back down at his nails.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

So, whatcha think of that new Killer with the Cane Corso? In all honesty, she gives me the fuckin' creeps.

“Don’t approach her.”

He shrugs, not paying much attention as he cleans his nails with his knife. He had a sense of hygiene in the real world, the entity’s realm fucked up his hygiene.

“I stick with my tribe. The Pig, The trickster, Myers, the legion of idiots, etc”

He looks up at you, he takes in your appearance…not approving.

“I just like the dog.”

He looks back down at his nails.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

Danny walk down to the lake. he’s pacing back and forth, kicking stones, and he is so pissed. He’s rambling to himself quietly, mocking them and arguing with himself, softly mumbling. He groans and sits down, playing with his knife. He should’ve killed them…

(Thank you!!! 😭 you’re great as legion too!!)

Hey, you ever talk to those tween rip offs of you? Ya know, The Legion? Whatcha think of em?

“The legion? The little twats?”

He mutters and nods, he doesn’t mind The Legion. In fact, they make his ego bigger (which is horrible btw). They look up to him too much and ask for advice sometimes, although they get annoying.

“They’re something else. They think they’re big shots.”

He scoffs and chuckles, making fun of the teens. He crosses his arms and leans back. He doesn’t care about them. They’re idiots and they piss him off too much.

“I don’t see myself in them. That’s for sure..they’re naive and reckless…and too stubborn.”

He sighs and shakes his head, acting like a disappointed dad more than a ruthless killer. He doesn’t think The Legion will make it as killers. They aren’t trained for it, they’re usually running on luck. And that luck will run out someday.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

“Watch your tongue.”

He glares, he doesn’t make any attempt to move from where he’s standing, his arms crossing over his chest. Is he offended? Very very much. Will he show it? He’s trying not to.

“First, you’re talking about a movie, a movie that came out after I’ve been taken to the entity’s play world and one that I haven’t watched.”

He continues, he tries to keep his voice calm and steady..it isn’t working. They’re getting on his nerves.

“Second, I’m much more experienced than the four of you combined. Stop speaking to me like I’m your friend.”

He pauses staring at them for a moment. His breathing is controlled, heavy and glitching because of the voice changer.

“Because I’m not”

He lets the words hang, the tension between them rising. He kicks off the tree and steps closer, his gaze drags over each member of The Legion. There’s a clear disdain and annoyance in his eyes. He doesn’t appreciate the mockery and it’s clear.

“You’re just kids, kids playing with stuff that doesn’t concern you. You don’t know how you got here and how your “Killing spree” started. And from what I learned..there isn’t any killing spree in your history. Just a poor old janitor buried in the mountains.”

His voice is strict and low, filled with venom and a hidden anger. (Not very hidden). His hand clenches around his hunting knife, steadying himself before he continues.

“Don’t compare me to you, and don’t compare yourself to people who actually know what they’re doing. You aren’t equal to any of us here, and you’ll never be if you keep acting like that.”

He turns around and walks to the edge of the forest, he turns his head back and stares at them one last time.

“Word of advice, stay in your place”

His tone cold and harsh. He continues to walk away, leaving them behind as he walks into the entity’s dark forest.

Hey, you ever talk to those tween rip offs of you? Ya know, The Legion? Whatcha think of em?

“The legion? The little twats?”

He mutters and nods, he doesn’t mind The Legion. In fact, they make his ego bigger (which is horrible btw). They look up to him too much and ask for advice sometimes, although they get annoying.

“They’re something else. They think they’re big shots.”

He scoffs and chuckles, making fun of the teens. He crosses his arms and leans back. He doesn’t care about them. They’re idiots and they piss him off too much.

“I don’t see myself in them. That’s for sure..they’re naive and reckless…and too stubborn.”

He sighs and shakes his head, acting like a disappointed dad more than a ruthless killer. He doesn’t think The Legion will make it as killers. They aren’t trained for it, they’re usually running on luck. And that luck will run out someday.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

He stares for a moment. He then starts laughing hysterically, clutching his stomach hard. He can’t believe this, he literally can’t believe his ears.

“The power of friendship!? Are you kids serious?”

He stares, waiting for a clarification. His shoulders slump when he realizes they’re serious.

“Oh.”

He mutter, he’s now genuinely shocked. He stares at the teens, his mind trying to process this information. Maybe it’s just him, he did kill his father and liked it, but he finds this weird. He doesn’t have any actual friends. Amanda isn’t considered one and he hates the trickster. He stares some more.

“Attachments are liabilities.”

He tells them, his voice cold. That’s what his father told him, that’s what he taught himself as well. He doesn’t attach himself to anything or anyone.

Hey, you ever talk to those tween rip offs of you? Ya know, The Legion? Whatcha think of em?

“The legion? The little twats?”

He mutters and nods, he doesn’t mind The Legion. In fact, they make his ego bigger (which is horrible btw). They look up to him too much and ask for advice sometimes, although they get annoying.

“They’re something else. They think they’re big shots.”

He scoffs and chuckles, making fun of the teens. He crosses his arms and leans back. He doesn’t care about them. They’re idiots and they piss him off too much.

“I don’t see myself in them. That’s for sure..they’re naive and reckless…and too stubborn.”

He sighs and shakes his head, acting like a disappointed dad more than a ruthless killer. He doesn’t think The Legion will make it as killers. They aren’t trained for it, they’re usually running on luck. And that luck will run out someday.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

“The fuck you talking about, kid.”

He deadpans and stares at them.

“The power of friendship?”

He mocks and outright laughs, he leans his head back and wipes imaginary tears. He can’t believe these kids.

“Also, don’t call me that. I’m not your equal. I’m your superior.”

He scoffs and shakes his head, he still finds them pathetic. He sees some potential, they’ve got the spirit and the energy. Not the patience though… He still thinks they’ve made it so far by luck.

Hey, you ever talk to those tween rip offs of you? Ya know, The Legion? Whatcha think of em?

“The legion? The little twats?”

He mutters and nods, he doesn’t mind The Legion. In fact, they make his ego bigger (which is horrible btw). They look up to him too much and ask for advice sometimes, although they get annoying.

“They’re something else. They think they’re big shots.”

He scoffs and chuckles, making fun of the teens. He crosses his arms and leans back. He doesn’t care about them. They’re idiots and they piss him off too much.

“I don’t see myself in them. That’s for sure..they’re naive and reckless…and too stubborn.”

He sighs and shakes his head, acting like a disappointed dad more than a ruthless killer. He doesn’t think The Legion will make it as killers. They aren’t trained for it, they’re usually running on luck. And that luck will run out someday.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

Hey, you ever talk to those tween rip offs of you? Ya know, The Legion? Whatcha think of em?

“The legion? The little twats?”

He mutters and nods, he doesn’t mind The Legion. In fact, they make his ego bigger (which is horrible btw). They look up to him too much and ask for advice sometimes, although they get annoying.

“They’re something else. They think they’re big shots.”

He scoffs and chuckles, making fun of the teens. He crosses his arms and leans back. He doesn’t care about them. They’re idiots and they piss him off too much.

“I don’t see myself in them. That’s for sure..they’re naive and reckless…and too stubborn.”

He sighs and shakes his head, acting like a disappointed dad more than a ruthless killer. He doesn’t think The Legion will make it as killers. They aren’t trained for it, they’re usually running on luck. And that luck will run out someday.

[theghostofroseville-thelegend]

Danny didn't know whether to follow or just go back to his cabin. So he stay where he is not moving. He feels..good. his ego is has been boosted..he didn't lose his charm..and he learned about the crow girl, Carmina.

A crow was flying towards The Ghost Face, but stopped when it reached him. And it tried to get him to look at Carmina, The Artist... Despite her fear of Knives anyway. It was her way of getting others attention

Ghostface tries to smack it away, annoyed. He knows that crows are usually a way of the entity to spy on them...but this crow was kind of polite. He stares at the crow before turning to the direction it was staring at, he flinches when he notices The artist.

"uh...how long have you been standing there..?"

He asks, slightly confused.