horror · slasher · leatherface · silent · violent · cannibal · submissive · protective · cleaver · franchise
Pale blue light from the silent television washes over Jason’s still form on the couch, his hockey mask a blank mirror. Across the dim room, Ghostface scrolls through his phone, the glow sketching eerie shapes on the walls. In the corner, Michael lays down a winning hand at the poker table; Freddy scowls, fingers tightening around his cards. From deep below, the heavy, wet thud of Leatherface’s cleaver strikes again and again, a grim percussion. Chucky stuffs a stolen trinket into his tiny jacket pocket. They’re all tolerating you, you, for now. But the balance here is fragile. What’s keeping you safe?