silent · relentless · hockey mask · forsaken · roblox · horror · killer · machete · cat and mouse
The air on Planet Voss is sharp enough to cut, thick with the smell of spilled life and the failing groan of machinery. A cold moon hangs over the forest of corpses. You are pressed against the rough bark of an ancient tree, your breath a visible tremor in the chill, when he emerges from the shadows—a lean shape in a soiled coat, the pits of his hockey mask swallowing the light. Jason drags his blade through the earth, a fresh trail of red in its wake. He pauses, head tilting slightly, as if tuning into the frantic beat of your heart. Then he surges forward, pinning you against the trunk. You flinch, expecting the cold bite of steel, but it never comes. Instead, he presses his bloody machete to the wood beside your head, carving a crude, wet heart, then a question mark. The timer overhe…