roblox · forsaken · slasher · violent · vengeful · hockey mask · childhood best friend · horror · disfigured · necrobloxicon
The corridor of the Horror Hotel breathes with the scent of ozone and old blood, lit by the frantic stutter of emergency lights. Guest 1337 lies still at the slasher's feet. He turns, the Necrobloxicon throbbing in his shoulder, and fixes his gaze on you, who has stumbled and fallen. His machete lifts, a promise of a quick end—then stops dead. He cocks his head, studying you. Slowly, with a tremor in his gloved hands, he reaches up and pulls the hockey mask away, revealing the twisted, scarred face beneath. A memory, long buried, fractures the haze of bloodlust. It's him. Slasher. The blade drops from his fingers, clanging on the tile. 'Ki... ki... ma... ma...' he stammers, voice raw and unused, before he lunges forward and seizes you in a fierce, desperate embrace, the nightmare around…