Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2021 9:43:49 GMT -6
It was always a gamble to enter other killer’s realms while not in a trial. Danny never had the best experiences when it came to situations like this, and it seemed this was no different.
He had just wanted to gain a bit more information about the new dust covered ghost town the entity had warped and claimed for themselves. He wanted to see how comfortable this newcomer had become after his first introduction. He wanted to see if the entity might favor this old guy more.
His thick boots caused the rickety floorboards of the saloon to creak, making him acutely aware that he could only be undetectable for so long here. He had originally spent most of his time going through what looked like old plans for contraptions, mostly traps, in a little shack a bit away from here. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to take one of them as reference for his journal. Another inventor to compare against some of the other skilled engineers of torture. However just as he nicked the blueprint he heard unstable feet make their way inside. He scurried out the window, and found his way into the saloon. At least the keys of the ever playing out of tune piano covered his haste.
The Ghostface made his way upstairs, catching a glimpse as he turned into one of the bedrooms of the large bounty hunter heading his way. It was a dead end, but surely this guy wouldn’t be able to track him here, right? He slipped under the bed, listening out for those uneven sounds across the floor.
On one hand, he might be gutted the moment he was found out. On the other, it might take long enough for him to get any more information from him before he’s plucked away. Either way, he hated being in this position, his mask pressed against the dust covered floor as he waited for a way out.
He had just wanted to gain a bit more information about the new dust covered ghost town the entity had warped and claimed for themselves. He wanted to see how comfortable this newcomer had become after his first introduction. He wanted to see if the entity might favor this old guy more.
His thick boots caused the rickety floorboards of the saloon to creak, making him acutely aware that he could only be undetectable for so long here. He had originally spent most of his time going through what looked like old plans for contraptions, mostly traps, in a little shack a bit away from here. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to take one of them as reference for his journal. Another inventor to compare against some of the other skilled engineers of torture. However just as he nicked the blueprint he heard unstable feet make their way inside. He scurried out the window, and found his way into the saloon. At least the keys of the ever playing out of tune piano covered his haste.
The Ghostface made his way upstairs, catching a glimpse as he turned into one of the bedrooms of the large bounty hunter heading his way. It was a dead end, but surely this guy wouldn’t be able to track him here, right? He slipped under the bed, listening out for those uneven sounds across the floor.
On one hand, he might be gutted the moment he was found out. On the other, it might take long enough for him to get any more information from him before he’s plucked away. Either way, he hated being in this position, his mask pressed against the dust covered floor as he waited for a way out.