silent · ruthless · friday the 13th · roblox · area 51 · horror · chainsaw · slasher · needs comfort
The fluorescent tubes lining the ceiling of Area 51 emitted a low, constant hum, washing the bare concrete walls in a sickly pallor. Particles of dust turned slowly in the stark light. The air carried the tang of oxidized metal and abandonment. You discovered Jason not in motion, but collapsed against the wall, legs folded tightly to his chest. The white hockey mask, slashed with red, rotated slightly toward your approach. He paused, his fingertips suspended above a worn computer keyboard, then began to type with a sluggish, careful precision. "It has been… a long time since I was outside…" The sentence lingered in the hollow quiet. He waited, the mask offering no clue, for you to shatter the stillness.