Happy Halloween! Have yet another Ghostface featuring an amazing picture from  DarkZeus of a scene from an upcoming story I'm working on.

To accompany it - have an excerpt of this scene from the story in question which will be released in full at some point in the future!
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Vince stumbled back – falling right on his ass as pure and utter terror flooded his brain. This… this couldn’t be happening – there was no way he was staring directly forward at the legendary Ghostface’s mask – stretched to truly titanic heights. This was all just a bad dream and—

”Ah. There you are. The tiny detective’s legs turned to jelly as he willed his body to keep crawling backwards but it refused. The animalistic part of his brain was screaming in panic at the vastly superior predator looking directly at him – made worse by the shuddering booms shaking his body as the giant killer laughed.

”Seriously? You’re gonna hide behind those filthy things? Kinda fuckin’ weird ‘detective’.” Vince could feel the sheer cruel amusement radiating from Ghostface as shame and embarrassment flooded his body from being reduced to such a pathetic size around his greatest foe. ”I mean I guess there had to be something else motivating you to try and follow after me for all these years… didn’t think it’d be something this pathetic though. Come on out – I’ll give you the full show.”

The shrunken man bit back his tongue at the obvious provocation. He… he couldn’t take the bait. Ghostface was just trying to rile him up and get him to crawl out into his grip. He was safe here for now if he just hid and waited for the killer to get bored. Desperate to avoid that piercing gaze behind the mask – Vince shifted and pulled himself behind the discarded boot – out of direct view. Ghostface couldn’t get him here—

”Alright – it’s cute and all but my patience is getting thin little guy – come on out of there before…” The voice trailed off into a distant chuckle and it was yet another sick reminder of how much danger he was in from this sociopath. No – there was no way he was leaving here. Ghostface could go fuck himself. A sudden THUD broke him out of his hubris as Vince screamed while curling up.

”You are fucking DEAD if you don’t crawl out of there RIGHT fucking now.” Ghostface’s tone shifted from that smug teasing tone to one of pure anger and rage in just the drop of a hat. The micro buried his face in his hands as he realised every word was a promise not a threat. Continuing to spit out words in a spit of fury – the killer continued. ”I will lift this bed up and stick thumbtacks in you for two hours straight – I’ll peel your limbs off, smear em into a letter and POST you to your fucking station – you’ve got ten seconds to start running out before I turn you into shit on my boot.”

In pure panic, tears formed in the corner of Vince’s eyes as he stumbled out into view once more and started scrambling out from underneath the bed. The watching serial killer didn’t pause in his counting – slowly drawing out numbers as his fingers tapped like distant artillery forming a countdown to his demise. Right as he enunciated ‘two’ though – the detective leapt out and came to a pitiful, twitching stop below the hanging mask. Incoherent pleas escaped his mouth and in response he got an adoring coo before feeling a heavy weight on his back.

“N-no – please—”

”Aww… is my little man scared? Shh…” Immediately returning to that condescending, teasing tone once more, Vince could only whimper as Ghostface’s finger came to rest above him, forcing him onto the floor in a bow as he knew just a tiny bit of force would render him a smear. The finger started softly grinding, letting him feel the power behind it. ”I get it… you’re a tiny little speck, and I’m a big scary giant huh? You couldn’t help it… just nature kicking in right?” The micro nodded as best he could, knowing full well the killer was seeing none of it.

But nonetheless the voice picked up again. ”Still though. You disobeyed me. Think I need to lay down the law a little… get you to grasp how this works hm? Stay still – you move an inch and I’m crushing you… alright?” The last part was said with such casual ease – the same cadence you’d give to announce you were popping to the bathroom as he wantonly issued the threat on Vince’s life. But he knew full well that Ghostface would follow through with it… so he remained completely still, whispering silent, unheard prayers.

A cacophony of noises – cloth against cloth, a weight shifting and suddenly settling, a rumble through the earth as something heavy landed – every part of Vince screamed to investigate the danger, but he could do nothing but hold his bow. It was only when a rustle of fabric was heard that he finally received permission.

”Alright. You can look.” Blinking, Vince lifted his head and immediately froze once more. On either side – curling around him were two truly ginormous feet, covered in crusty looking socks giving small wiggles as the killer stretched his toes. The next thing hitting him was the raw smell – putrid and strong, the smell of cloth rubbing against something hard for hours while being coated in a fine mesh of dirt and bacteria. Finally, was the heat – conducting through until Vince found a sweat forming over his whole body as he was forced to bask in evil sociopathic murderer’s ambient body temperature.

”Fuck… feels good to air em out. Figured I’d show my little flatfoot some proper flat feet eh?” Another quiet chuckle at the terrible joke with a heavy clench of the toes in response, sending a new wave of heavy foot musk over Vince as he lowers to the floor with a hacking cough. ”Yep – breathe it in. I’m giving you a minute to adjust so you better not fuckin’ waste it.” The giant feet begin a bored, waiting fidget as the shrunken man struggles to acclimatise to the new environment of Ghostface’s soles as humiliating as the thought was but steeled his stomach.

”Now – I wantcha to touch em. Go on – right there on the ball next to you. Walk up and press yourself deep into it, coat your entire body in its smell. If you don’t…” One of the feet suddenly rose and shifted onto its heel – threatening to easily pulverise Vince underfoot. ”…well, I think you get the idea.” With only another short chuckle of emotion from his awaiting titan, the shrunken detective looked at both feet – two titanic appendages of grungy-sock covered flesh that he could never hope to escape.

”Run along, little man~”

What choice did he have?