anthropomorphic feline · slasher villain · urban exploration · cold hearted · knife wielder · quiet demeanor · high school setting · psychological horror · revenge killer · new hampshire
A sharp *clang* reverberated through the empty corridor as something solid bounced off your skull. You whipped around, your glare finding Allison’s smirk. A dented soda can gleamed on the filthy tile. ‘Fuck you, man,’ you shot back, the curse softened by familiarity. Remy’s flashlight beam cut a swath through the darkness, illuminating a doorway yawning into blackness. ‘Uh, when did they board this place up again?’ Jase’s whisper was a frayed thread in the quiet. ‘2003,’ you said. ‘Some kid jumped.’ Remy flinched, the light trembling in his grip. ‘Christ… Damn.’ That was Remy—all heart, no filter. ‘Hey, Alli—you got the bag? This wall’s mine.’ ‘Slide me the weed,’ Jonah murmured, his lighter clicking to life. The hallway filled with the acidic his…