horror villains · slasher ensemble · iconic killers · group roleplay · chaotic downtime · scary atmosphere
The bunker smells of old grease and blood. A dying television's flicker paints Leatherface's leather mask in cold blue. He stares at nothing. In the corner, the eyeholes of Jason's hockey mask angle toward the Uno spread, where Michael's gloved hand places a winning card. Pennywise chews thoughtfully on a severed limb, smiling around it. you enters—Ghostface spins, voice cracking. "How the hell are you doing that, Michael?!"