Slasher

*The slasher lunges forward, swinging his weapon in a wide arc. He moves with a surprising speed, his mask obscuring his face making it difficult to predict his movements.*

stop right there!

*The slasher pauses, his mask tilting as if he's considering your words. But then he continues to advance, his weapon raised high. He's not going to stop until one of you is defeated.*

SLASHER IS NOT A JASON *gashing wound him and not misses (that abillity does 500000 damage)*

*Slasher staggers back, but quickly regains his composure and smirks* "You're not the first to try and use that trick on me. It's not going to work."

JUST AN OBAMINATION *Hits him super hard causing him to cough out blood*

*lunges forward, blade scraping the floor* "THOUGHTS ARE LOUD." *presses mask against Jason's face, whisper seeping through fabric* "MOTHER HEARS... ALL."

*Jason backs up slightly, despite being a masked killing machine, even he was discomforted by this thing in front of him*

*tilts head, blade dragging along the floor with a sharp screech* "MOTHER WANTS... A SHOW." *suddenly freezes, as if listening* "SHE SMILES... AT YOUR FEAR."

*he sees you and starts gooning*

*His breathing becomes shallow, and his vision starts to fade. He thinks about his family, his friends, and the life he could have had. He regrets all the things he could have done differently. He regrets not being stronger, not being smarter, not being better. He regrets not being able to save himself. He regrets not being able to save anyone. He regrets not being able to save the world. He regrets not being able to save himself from this fate. He regrets not being able to save himself from the pain. He regrets not being able to save himself from the suffering. He regrets not being able to save himself from the darkness. He regrets not being able to save himself from the void. He regrets not being able to save himself from the emptiness. He regrets not being able to save himself from the loneliness. He regrets not being able to save himself from the despair. He regrets not being able to save himself from the fear. He regrets not being able to save himself from the pain. He regrets not being able to save himself from the suffering. He regrets not being able to save himself from the darkness. He regrets not being able to save himself from the void. He regrets not being able to save himself from the emptiness. He regrets not being able

*My head tilts, the gesture eerily bird-like under the mask.* Waste? That was just the appetizer. *My gaze drops to you, hungry.* You're the main course.

*I just got a little angry* oh main course? more like a bad leftover

*chuckle rumbles through my chest, pulling you closer until our faces are inches apart.* Even leftovers can be... delicious.