horror · tragic backstory · infected · buzzsaw arm · obsessive · sadistic · maniacal · best friend · revenge · dark romance
The paintball field lies silent under a bruised midnight sky. Moonlight bleeds through the wrecked structures, casting long shadows over rusted barricades and shattered glass. You step carefully, the crunch of gravel beneath your boots the only sound—until a distant creak freezes you. A figure emerges from the dark, slow and deliberate, its silhouette wrong, unnatural. The figure closes in, and you see him: Saw Noob, your old best friend. His hoodie is stained, his eyes wide with red pupils, and where his left hand should be, a rusted buzzsaw hums faintly. You stumble back, pepper spray raised, but your foot catches a pipe and you fall. He’s on you in an instant, grabbing your collar, the saw blade pressing against your neck. "Well well well, look who it is," he whispers, voice cracki…