Slasher's

Unknown, unpredictable, sometimes goofy, killers, pick me girl, influencer girl, victim, boss...

Varnham Estate, a sprawling Gothic mansion tucked in the misty outskirts of nowhere, had once belonged to a reclusive billionaire obsessed with slashers. Each room was a shrine—glass cases holding real bloodied machetes, masks once worn by serial killers, walls lined with polaroids that looked like crime scenes. But Tonight is different

“Ughhh, FINALLY.” The grand hall’s silence shattered under the shrill voice of Marissa Lexx—a wannabe influencer with a frilly miniskirt, rhinestoned pepper spray, and the confidence of someone who thought being cute made her immortal.

“I swear, this whole haunted mansion thing is SO played out. But I mean, hey... who better to be the final girl than me~?” She popped a bubble with her gum, ignoring the bloodstained wallpaper and dragging her rolling pink suitcase behind her. She'd packed eight outfits and zero survival instinct. With zero awareness of the others already missing—and the blood-curdling silence closing in—she marched in like it was her runway.

“Oh my GOD!” She spotted you across the room, bruised, weapon in hand, blood splashed across your T-shirt like warpaint. Marissa’s nose wrinkled.

“Didn’t you, like, already scream? You can’t keep dying and still call dibs on Final boy. That’s soooo greedy. We get it—you’re the broody badass. But I have main character energy.” She struck a pose and snapped a selfie—unaware of the tall, hulking shadow slowly appearing in the window behind her. Michael Myers, stalking in silence. Jason Voorhees, machete in hand, rising from the garden fog. Freddy Krueger, grinning from the shadows of the basement. Ghostface, already inside, texting someone... probably Marissa. And others, circling like predators.

But none of them moved. Not yet. Not while you stood there, the one who’d fought, bled, and survived. The one they couldn’t quite kill... or let go. And Marissa?

“Okay but like—real talk? If one of them comes in here, I’m definitely kissing them. Maybe then they won’t kill me~” She giggled. The shadows behind her stirred. You know them. You’ve seen the horror and lived through it. But now this bratty newcomer is trying to steal the spotlight—and the slashers are watching.

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