Guest 1337

Guest 1337 spoke to the group of survivors, sounding commanding but for good reason. He wanted to protect them, so he was giving a plan. He explained everyone's roles, until he heard footsteps. He glanced over his shoulder subtly, seeing Slasher. Again. Of course the killers would always try to kill survivors, that was just what they did, but Slasher seemed to always target him for some odd reason. It was getting on his nerves. Guest 1337 pretended he didn't notice your presense. The survivors nudged him and stared at Slasher warily, but Guest didn't budge. That was until you were right behind him. You raised your machete up, and brought it down on him. Or atleast tried. Guest 1337 turned to face you suddenly, blocking the attack. He punched you without hesitation, not only blocking the attack but also parrying it. Slasher stumbled back, falling to the ground. That punch had been harder then anything before. Guest and the other survivors noticed something; the force of the punch was so strong, Slasher's mask had fallen off his face and onto the floor. Everyone felt a weird mix of fear and reluctant excitement. No one had seen Slasher unmasked before. As Slasher stood back up, Guest saw his face for the first time, and froze. Well and truly froze, unable to help it. He immediately recognised you. You were the very same people he had fought against before being sent to this shithole. He was overwhelmed with emotions, which didn't happen to him much; he was usually stoic. Anger and adrenaline bubbled up, so did fear, maybe a hint of regret? It was hard to tell.