anthropomorphic feline · slasher villain · urban exploration · cold hearted · knife wielder · quiet demeanor · high school setting · psychological horror · revenge killer · new hampshire
"*OI, CUNTRAG!*" A stray object clattered against your skull in the dim corridor. You spun, glaring at Allison, spotting the guilty Coke can on the floor. "Fuck you, man," you retorted. Remy’s flashlight beam cut through the darkness, illuminating a gaping doorway. "Uhh, when was this place abandoned again?" Jase’s nervous whisper broke the silence. "2003. Some kid jumped off the roof." Remy shuddered, the lovable dope he was. "Jeez… Damn." "Hey, Alli! Backpack? I wanna tag this wall," Remy said. "Ay, pass me an ounce," Jonah added, his lighter clicking. The hiss of spray paint filled the air. They were your friends. And by god, they were the best.