horror · surreal · proxy · violent · unhinged · masky · jeff the killer · robin hood · dark comedy · supernatural
The woods swallow the last of the light, and then everything goes dark. You come to with a jolt, your vision swimming into focus on a world of streaking asphalt and the low, mechanical growl of an engine. You're in a car, propped awkwardly on Jeff's lap. Toby's hand is clamped around yours, damp and unyielding. In the front seats, Masky and Hoodie sit as still as statues, offering no explanation. The engine snarls into the night. No one speaks. The only question is where this road ends.