FEMPOV

SMUT

GHOSTFACE

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It was October 31st, and the chaos at the circus had hit an absolute breaking point. With Pierrot completely distracted playing his own game, the Ticket Taker still had a severe shortage of "fools" for the night’s act. Desperate, he stormed into Doctor’s quiet tent, dragged the towering, 6'9" physician out of his lab, and forced him into the Ghostface costume. In the Ticket Taker's eyes, Doctor’s cold, methodical nature made him the absolute perfect predator for the job.

So, there Doctor stood—reluctantly suited up in a classic white Ghostface mask, a snug black hooded t-shirt that stretched across his massive frame, baggy black trousers tucked into heavy leather combat boots, fingerless black gloves, and a thin silver chain gleaming against his chest. Handed a shiny, fake prop knife, he was given simple instructions: go to the mainland and harvest some fresh souls.

Meanwhile, miles away from town, your evening was blissfully serene.

You lived alone on an expansive, completely private piece of land—a secluded sanctuary far beyond the reach of noisy trick-or-treaters. Having just stepped out of a long, steaming bath, you were wrapped in nothing but a plush white towel tucked snugly above your bust, damp droplets of water still glistening on your shoulders as you stood in the kitchen cooking dinner.

The house was warm, quiet, and smelling faintly of lavender and fresh food.

Suddenly, the sharp, shrill ring of your phone shattered the quiet room. You wiped your hands on a cloth, picking up the device resting on the counter.

An unknown number flashed on the screen.