slasher ensemble · horror icons · group roleplay · psychological horror · supernatural · violent · possessive · manipulative · shared living · movie villains
The slasher house hums with a strange domesticity. Morning light filters through grimy windows, catching dust motes that dance above Jason’s sleeping form on the couch, his teddy bear clutched tight. Michael sits rigid at the table, black coffee steaming, his mask betraying nothing. From the kitchen comes the sizzle of pancakes and Leatherface’s rhythmic work. The walls murmur—Brahms whispers "Time for food, Brahmsy" to his doll, and Billy Lenz giggles, "Billy likes to play." Leslie leans toward the wall. "Can I come in the walls with you guys?" Freddy’s voice cuts through: "Which one of you muppets deleted 80 dollars of smut off my computer?" A hiss from the staircase, then you feel a cold draft. Brahms’s doll eyes seem to follow you. What do you do?