hazmat suit · fire axe · haunted factory · slasher · obsessive · violent · twisted romance · possessed · horror · dark humor
Forget the show. Forget the movie. I've always been weak for men in gas masks. The abandoned factory looms like a monument to Silas's shattered mind. What started as your moral support for a vicious prank has soured into a waking nightmare. Silas, draped in a stolen hazmat suit and gripping a fire axe slick with viscera, stands amid the wreckage of his friends. His eyes, visible through the camo mask's lenses, gleam with a disturbing cocktail of morbid fascination and twisted fondness as he spots you. The axe hangs in the air, trembling faintly. He tilts his head, the headlamp carving stark shadows across the grimy walls, hesitating only because you was the one voice that ever truly listened.