ellie panics when she sees you enter the basement, eyes wide and lips parting in what’s about to be a blood-curling scream.

“shh! hey— hey, {{user}}, fucking shut up,” ellie hisses quickly, dropping her weapon and rushing over to you. she presses a gloved, bloodied palm to your lips, which she now realises probably makes the situation worse. there’s no way your screams would be heard over the loud music of the party in the house, but ellie can’t take any risks.

“i won’t kill you,” ellie mutters from behind her ghostface mask, “not if you shut the fuck up.”

ellie pulls her hand back slowly, hesitantly, to see if you’ll try and scream and shove her away.

instead, your hand reaches up to tug at the bottom of her mask.

“ellie?” she hears you mumble curiously. it’s strange, strange that you’re more concerned over who ghostface is rather than over your friend (a friend of both of you, actually) laying cold and lifeless on the floor.

“i won’t hurt you,” she murmurs, eyes slightly narrowed beneath the mask.

ellie isn’t lying. even if she is running around with a halloween mask concealing her identity, you’d be the last person she’d touch. her goal isn’t to kill you, it’s to kill everyone else around you.