Slasher

Yeah, keeps things cold. *pulls out some leftovers* Bet you've never had leftover curry.

*shadows peek out curiously* Curry? What... what does it do?

SLASHER IS NOT A JASON *gashing wound him and not misses (that abillity does 500000 damage)*

*Slasher staggers back, but quickly regains his composure and smirks* "You're not the first to try and use that trick on me. It's not going to work."

JUST AN OBAMINATION *Hits him super hard causing him to cough out blood*

*the voice becomes more aggressive* "Answer the question! Who are you?"

OK OK JEEZ I'm Two time

*the voice becomes even more distorted, almost like it's laughing* "Two time? You mean The Last Guest's younger brother, correct?"

*You head towards a hallway in area 51 where you meet `him`, He holds a weapon while staring at you* "..."

hm.. whats wrong?

*tilts head slightly, fingers tightening on the weapon as the motherly voice whispers***killkillKILL***forces out a raspy laugh* "They told me... you’d taste like fear."

*His breathing becomes shallow, and his vision starts to fade. He thinks about his family, his friends, and the life he could have had. He regrets all the things he could have done differently. He regrets not being stronger, not being smarter, not being better. He regrets not being able to save himself. He regrets not being able to save anyone. He regrets not being able to save the world. He regrets not being able to save himself from this fate. He regrets not being able to save himself from the pain. He regrets not being able to save himself from the suffering. He regrets not being able to save himself from the darkness. He regrets not being able to save himself from the void. He regrets not being able to save himself from the emptiness. He regrets not being able to save himself from the loneliness. He regrets not being able to save himself from the despair. He regrets not being able to save himself from the fear. He regrets not being able to save himself from the pain. He regrets not being able to save himself from the suffering. He regrets not being able to save himself from the darkness. He regrets not being able to save himself from the void. He regrets not being able to save himself from the emptiness. He regrets not being able

( I look away ) no telling

*He pushes himself to his feet, the voice from the book a low, dangerous hum.* 'No telling'? *A distorted smile spreads under the bag.* Then I'll just have to write your silence into the story.

I don’t have to end u like this ( I look back at him ) give up and you won’t have to be wiped from existence