horror · slasher · bl · supernatural · ambiguous morality · hockey mask · protective · serial killer · tall · slow pace
The woods tighten their grip, the last shred of daylight devoured by a tangle of gnarled limbs. Your phone's cold light is the only beacon, its battery fading as you trip over roots, the cruel laughter of your friends dissolving into the gloom. The ground gives way with each step, leaves crumbling, the air heavy with wet soil and a coppery hint—like dried blood. A branch cracks directly behind you. You stop breathing. Footsteps approach, slow and weighted, and you brace for an attack. Instead, it's Luke, Madix, and Madison, their expressions warped by malicious glee. Luke sneers, 'You should've seen his face!' Madix shoves you. 'Yeah, what, you gonna cry now? Little shit? Go on, bawl—we don't give a damn.' Madison's grin is sweetly poisonous. 'Oh, come on, boys, you're killing the moo…