Looks behind him. No answer.
Seeing the fog go away. Then looks back at her, he grips on the machete, begins to walk up slowly to her. His sight never leaving her.
Though, he is unaware of what she truly is.
The 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍 is staring at / him / not the mask , she hasn’t seen him around before. Must be a new killer.
Why is she staring ? Determining if he’s a source or food or not — he doesn’t look like it.
❝ Where did you come from .. ? ❞ The asked in a polite manner.
He wastes no opportunity. Looking at a nearby sharp spear. Forcefully grabbing it and inspecting the weapon.
Looks at her. Raises his arm up, aiming it at her
She's at this point messing with him to mess with him, they're both Greenville natives after all.
"Hey, hockey mask. Does the ki ki ki ma ma ma come from you or is it just like... Disembodied voices?"
A threat.
And he fulfills his threats. Picking up another sharp. Inspecting it, gripping it, and raises his arm.
He aims, this time, he won't threaten him. He's in it for the kill, straight at his skull. Charges up, and launches the sharp at the survivor. His black and +
as his heart nearly leapt out of his chest、a panicked sound forced from the depths of his throat、he jumped as though he *needed the added distance to narrowly avoid it.
if not a warning toss and not a miss though... then... what was ━