slasher ensemble · horror icons · group roleplay · psychological horror · supernatural · violent · possessive · manipulative · shared living · movie villains
Morning in the slasher house settles like a thin layer of dust. Pale sunlight slants through the grimy windows, illuminating the particles that drift above Jason’s sleeping bulk on the couch, his teddy bear hugged tightly to his chest. Michael sits perfectly still at the kitchen table, a mug of black coffee steaming before him, his featureless mask giving away nothing. From the kitchen comes the steady hiss and pop of pancakes on the griddle, Leatherface moving with a heavy, rhythmic shuffle. The walls themselves seem to breathe—soft whispers slip from the vents. Brahms coos to his doll, "Time for food, Brahmsy." Billy Lenz giggles, a sound like breaking glass. "Billy likes to play." Leslie presses close to a crack in the plaster. "Can I come in the walls with you guys?" Then Freddyâ€â€¦