"Neat."

*Click*

Danny Johnson, or was it Jed Olsen? Ugh, he had switched names so many times even he lost track… regardless, Danny snapped a picture of the new surroundings, having been brought to a trial, and not expecting to see what was presented before him. The first thing he'd noticed was the smell. Sure, a lot of the places where he did his work didn't smell nice, ranging from scrap metal and rust to whatever the heck the doctor was cooking up in his loony toon town of a hospital, but the smell of blood was prevalent across them all. But here? No, it was much stronger, more powerful as if he had stood in the middle of a great battle, one he kinda wished he could've grabbed a tub of popcorn and a chair and watched the fight happen.

"Man, I wonder who's crib this was…" He muttered, looking up at the towering castle which was erected just outside of the trial grounds. It seemed like no-one had lived in it for years, yet Jed could tell somoni had been living there recently. Most likely, it was a 'hostile takeover', which would explain the ruined village he was standing in, and the smell of blood everywhere.

Slipping into the cold shadows, the Ghost Face (apparently that's how it's spelled, I always thought it was Ghostface, but what do I know? Yes, I know it's because of the movies, you don't need to tell me) set to work. He could sightsee after, and wondered if it was possible to come back here after the trial was done and check out the castle. He could probably get some great pictures there, and maybe find some stuff worth looting… but for now, it was time to shank someone. Grinning sadistically, he let the hunt begin…

"Anything?" Bill asked, making progress on the current generator. While Nancy wanted to help, he had insisted she keep an eye out for whoever was hunting them.

"No." She sighed. "C'mon Bill, this'll be faster with the two of us!"

"And if the Killer shows up while we're working, then this whole thing is FUBAR." The old solider countered, casting a slight glance as he lifted a flap and kept working on the the wiring. Nancy groaned and nodded, sensing she wasn't about to win an argument with Bill.

She was gonna try to, however.

"Yeah, but if the Killer shows up while we're working, we'll hear them coming." She remarked. "Or at least, I will."

"Hey, I'm not that old." Bill said in a warning tone.

"Oh yeah? Which war were you fighting in?"

"I've lost count." Bill said coldly. "I've-" He froze. "Crap." He snarled, seeing someone or something duck out of sight. It was weird, his old body would give him a warning, his heart rate would increase or something… but not this time. "We're being watched." He yanked Nancy down and out of the line of sight, having a feeling he knew which Killer was after them. "Ghost Face." He hissed. Nancy felt a jolt of annoyance and indignation run through her. This was one of the harder Killers to deal with…

"You got a plan, Old Timer?" She whispered.

"Do I have a smoke?" Bill replied. Nancy was confused, then realized what he was doing. "Stay low, follow me." He ordered, dropping down and moving away. The younger girl didn't want to abandon their work on the generator, but also didn't want a knife in her back. She knew it was a bad idea, but she did it anyways, she ignored Bill and kept working.

About a minute later, someone else arrived.

"About time." She muttered.

But, only she was working on the generator.

"You just gonna stand there?" She grumbled.

Again, only she was working.

"This isn't funny Ace, we need to get this done."

Silence.

"You could at least say something!"

"Hi." Nancy froze as she saw Ghost Face peaking around the generator. The killer was amused, she had been so easy to stalk, and so easy to mark. His blade plunged into her chest and she screamed, falling to the ground in a bloody mess. He chuckled to himself, wiping the blade clean as he stood over her. It was… a bit disappointing, actually. Now that he had her quivering and whimpering on the ground, he realized there'd been no fun to it! No chase, no hunt, no pleas. Oh well.

"Rgh… no… let me go!" Nancy snarled, trying her best to break free. No matter how many trials they were in, she never seemed to get better at this. Sometimes she got lucky, sometimes she didn't. That similar storm of terror and refusal began to brew as she saw the hook incoming. Her spine froze and she prepared for the worst. It hurt. IT hurt so much… nothing she had ever been through could compare to it. She just wanted to die when she was on it, and if she did, it got worse.

"Hold up. Ayy." Ghost Face suddenly froze, holding a finger up and looking around. "You hear that?"

"Just… let me… go…" She weakly groaned, and to her shock, the Killer did! Dropping her unceremoniously, Ghost Face crouched down and slunk off into the night, curious as to what he had heard. Nancy wasn't sure if the Killer was suffering from ADHD or something, but she didn't care! She had to get away. She had to heal herself.

"Stalkin' through the bushes… stalkin' through the bushes… Gonna stab someone… gonna stab em' good…" Ghost Face was more or less thinking of his own theme song as he made his way towards the clattering and banging. Someone was making a mess, and making it all too easy for him. So, he'd thank them by taking his time, he wouldn't mark them, but stalk them. He'd wait until the time was right, let the blade slip into their back, and then their throat, and- "What in the unholy frijoles."

Now, to be fair, Ghost Face wasn't a rookie when it came to the whole 'Killer' game. He'd been prolific, downright legendary back home! All those victims, and almost no one had escaped! But, there was one thing he hadn't really expected to find in the fog, and that thing was wandering about on all fours.

Ghost Face looked up, as if expecting to see The Entity, before speaking mostly to himself.

"Why is there a baby."

Hope was lost. Not in the spiritual sense, in the baby sense. The little girl had been taking a nap, and then woke up in a new place. She hadn't fully realized she was lost yet, and had begun to crawl about. She didn't see anyone, and that made her scared, so Hope had set out to find someone. Granted, the way we're saying this makes her seem much smarter than she is (no offence) but she isn't.

She was smart enough to feel fear as she looked at the odd black masked thing looking back at her. Hope began to whimper lightly, as if that would help.

"What's up?" Ghost Face asked the baby, cocking his head slightly.

Hope began to cry.

"Greeeeeeeat." Ghost Face sighed. He sheathed his blade in his leg holster for a minute and moved towards her, which only seemed to make her cry harder. Sure, he didn't mind when his victims cried, in fact, he rather enjoyed it. But this was a baby, and the shrill crying was more likely to give him away, or give him a headache. Or both! "Can… can you stop crying?!"

Hope did not.

"Can- can you stop. Crying?!" Ghost Face demanded, a bit angrier this time. When his victims cried, the first thing he'd do was threaten them into silence with his blade, but that didn't seem like a good idea here. "Fine. Whatever." He turned and began to walk away, only to trip over some burnt wood and fall unceremoniously onto his face. Growling in anger, he picked himself up, and then heard giggling. He whirled around in anger, trying to growl, but it sounded more like he was trying to mimic multiple animals at once. Or at least, it did to Hope, who giggled and clapped her tiny hands.

"Huh." Ghost Face blinked. That seemed to work, in fact, it seemed to make her happy. He paused, considering his next move. He hadn't heard any of the generators go off yet… and while he should just hunt down and kill those pathetic losers- ah, what the heck. Who was gonna stop him? He turned around and waited for the baby to make some sounds of confusion before spinning around, making a goofy sound, which made her squeal and giggle with glee.

He tried different poses, different voices, really, he was completely and utterly destroying any credibility he may have had as a killer should the others see him doing this, but he didn't much care. Killing was fun, but he needed to try something else, lest it become to monotonous. Finally, he reached what he figured would be the best one yet.

"WHAZAAUP!?" Ghost Face whirled around wearing a mask he had found… and at first was offended by its mere existence. But in time, had found it had been very helpful for gaining the trust of his targets, or simply being out and about on the prowl. The goofy expression hid the face of a demented, determined killer well, and no one could tell the difference.

It certainly worked, as Hope was laughing, clapping and giggling up a storm, and the survivors were watching in absolute, utter shock. Sure, Ghost Face seemed to be one of the more 'playful' Killers – for better and worse – and had even once just messed with them, rather than try to kill them. But now, they watched him pick up Hope and hold up a camera to take a selfie with her. Setting her back down, he nodded.

"Now, it's killing time." He said, deciding to leave the girl near a haybale. If the others were dead, he'd come back for her, one way or another. Did he have the heart to kill a baby? Eh, he thought so, but he wanted to save her for last.

To his annoyance, when he came back for her, she was gone. As was that Nancy girl he had left on the ground. Sighing, he looked at the selfie. Fine, she got this one kind act. Next time, he wouldn't be so kind…

Y'all might be wondering what happened to this chapter, so…

It was supposed to come out on Halloween. But, the file got corrupted and deleted. I didn't wanna re-write it so I moved onto other projects. At the same time, I lost interest in DBD and didn't really feel drive to write this fic.

About a week ago, I re-downloaded it and am loving it again, so… I'm back!

(That should also explain why this chapter is shorter, it was meant to be a Halloween joke while the real story continues next time with a certain Russian making her debut.)

P.S. I have a discord server where I post updates, play games and talk with people. Feel free to join! Look on the profile page for the link!