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Face reveal on 200, wanna see how ugly I am irl?

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The night was young, and the party boomed with music and laughter from both survivors and hunters.

They were all celebrating for the arrival of the new survivor; Y/N L/N and along her a new season. The girl sat on a small throne of flowers courtesy of the host while the others dance or greet her.

Her h/c hair was styled into (what ever style you want). The dress she wore was a beautiful f/c dress which fit her so well. Her e/c eyes scanned the room as she watches the other survivors and hunters enjoy the night.

Y/N sighs, boredom envelopes her. The host, Krazi, notices her though. "Is something the matter?" She asks the survivor. Y/N returns the favor by shaking her head, trying not to worry the host. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Do you not want to dance?" Krazi gestures to the dance floor where the others were.

The girl was shy, plus she knows no one here. The others were not familiar of her just yet so she doesn't expect to get asked to dance. Y/N quietly declines, showing a small smile of gratitude.

Krazi looks at her concerned, but decided to drop it, "Ok. Please excuse me. I have to find my partner and daughter," she leaves the girl to peace.

She scans the room, noticing a man with a mask and silver hair just standing in the shadows, leaning on a brick wall and observing the others. Creepy.

She looks away for one second, and suddenly, the man was gone. Y/N was confused, but decides to not let it bother her.

Y/N sighs, waiting for the time to end the party. As she was about to stand up, a gloved hand was lent to her. She looks up to see silver hair and completely blue eyes. Pale skin was as smooth as glass and an obvious sword was placed on its sheath hanging on his hips; he was a hunter.

"May I have this dance, madame?" The french accent was really evident; it was soothing to hear.

Y/N was hesitant, but nonetheless grabbed the man's hand and let him lead her to the dance floor.

A slow dance came up, and everyone started grabbing each others partners. The man swayed the girl around, staying on beat and not loosing eye contact. Y/N stared back, lost in the blue oblivion of his eyes.

"Joseph, I'm Joseph the photographer."

The cool voice of the man woke up Y/N. She nods and smiles, "Y/N, Y/N the (your specialty)," she replies. The french man smiles, "You're really pretty up close... I can't help but approach you," Joseph admits, a light blush visible on his pale skin.

Y/N blushes, hiding her face by looking down. This gesture made Joseph chuckle, pushing the girl and quickly pulling her back, making her hit his chest softly as he held her. Joseph then slowly spins her around, grabbing her waist and pulling her close.

Their nose were almost touching, as they froze and the tune quickly fades away, signalling the end of the song.

Y/N and Joseph stood still, before pulling away from each other. The girl's face exploded with alot of red, making the photographer smile. He lent out his hand once again, which the girl took.

They walk back to the throne, sitting the girl down. Their hands never left eachother, Joseph gently placed a kiss on the back of her hand. "Au Revoir, Y/N."

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The party continued on, an announcement saying about another slow dance coming up after the ongoing music.

Y/N didn't really felt like partying for now, so she stood up from her seat, walking towards the main exit.

"Where are you going?" Jasper, the host's partner asks. Y/N looks at the dude, smiling politely. "I'm just gonna go freshen up in the bathroom. Don't worry, I know where it is," she replies. The man nods, following Krazi away.

Y/N had intentions of coming back to the party, but for now she's gonna stay inside in case another guy would surprise attack her with a dance.

She walks on the dark hallways, the moonlight and party lights from the outside were the only sources of light.

The faint yet audible sound from the party bled through the thick walls of the hall. Y/N blindly travels around, not expecting to see anything.

But sorry Y/N, I control this world.

A silhouette was sitting on a window sill nearby, the light from the outside shining accenting his features. Silver hair shone, as well as his silver eyes.

This man, Y/N was not familiar with him. Why was he not down in the party? Is he a new survivor as well? Who is he?

She continues to stare at him, until the dude's eyes turn towards her, making her jump.

She quickly blushes and looks down, continuing her way.

"Wait."

The cool voice sent shiver down the girl's spine. She reluctantly looks at him, seeing him already standing and walking towards her.

"New survivor.... Yes?" he asks with his monotone voice. Y/N quickly nods, gulping as he scans her up and down. He shone a poker face as his cold silver eyes stare at her e/c ones.

"Y/N the (your specialty), am I correct, doll?" He says, putting a finger under her chin. She quickly backs away, nodding. "W-who are you? I haven't seen you anywhere.... Are you from here? New?" she asks.

The silver-head went silent, before answering "Do you not recognize? I saw you staring at me at the party," the statement made the girl blush. "When?" she adds to her question.

Aesop raises an eyebrow, reaching to his pocket and pulling out his mask. He then proceeds to put it on. "Aesop Carl, the embalmer."

Y/N's eyes widen. He was the guy from earlier! (Yeah no sh*t sherlock.)

"I-I'm so sorry to not recognize you earlier!" Y/N quickly apologizes, bowing.

Aesop remain quiet, but proceeds to tap the girls head. "It's fine."

They were silent.

The music from earlier then faded, switching to a slow dance. It was enough for the two to hear and both look towards the open window that was letting the music in.

Y/N kept staring outside, seeing the people below dancing to the music.

The couples were all dancing to the music, either friendly or romantically.

She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder, making her remember she wasn't alone. A hand was lent to her. She looked up to see the embalmer, smiling slightly.

Aesop's mask hang loosely on one side of his face, the soft breeze from the open window blew on his hair gently. The light illuminating his gentle features as he looks at Y/N with his slightly warmer gaze.

"Care to dance?"

Y/N stood frozen, her body suddenly moved on their own. She put her hand to his gently, only to be pulled forward and for her to be held to his chest.

Like earlier, they moved to the beat of the song, their eyes locked as they dance to the rhythm.

They were quiet, the atmosphere light and relaxing as they dance together alone in the dark hallway.

As the song faded, their eyes were still on one another, no intention of letting go of eachother.

Aesop pulled away first, fixing his mask as he politely bows to Y/N. He then backs away, into the darkness, leaving Y/N alone in the hallways.

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"So how was the party?" Krazi interviews the girl, sitting on the bench in the garden.

Some survivors and hunters were cleaning up, while the others were just hanging around or minding there own business.

"It was fun..." she replied, picking on a flower. "I enjoyed the dance..." she says, her eyes catching a silver hair. She looks to see the embalmer sitting on the porch, reading a book. For a second, their eyes met.

She looked away and blushed, a smile traced over her face.

Krazi smiles, "I'm glad you had fun. I have to go, see you around, Y/N," The kid host stands up, walking away.

Y/N continued picking on a flower, until a tap on her shoulder made her look.

She saw familiar blue eyes and white hair, making her blush.

"Excuse me, but may I take a picture of the new survivor?"

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THIS IS ONE OF THE LONGEST ONE SHOT I WROTE.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

Also, Face Reveal on 200 followers. If y'all are interested on how ugly I am.