WIP
Definitely gonna work my hardest on this he’s my biggest hear me out.
I hc Slasher to speak poor English and dry <3
Sorry if i mischaracterized him!!
Guests.
Growing up he was taught to hate Guests’ until he died, that their kind was disgusting and rabid, that Bacons and Guests’ were enemies to the end. His mother died when he was a teen, leaving him in the hands of an orphanage— which never helped with his mental health since he was also a special needs kid, he was bullied before and after her death, a little more after though.. he grew more hateful, until the orphanage threw him in the military to fight in the Guest-bacon war, it scared him, but he thought he was serving his nation for the greeting good because of it.
Not until he was captured by the enemy and sent to Area 51, cruel experiments being done on him— torturing him physically, emotionally, and mentally.. until there was nothing left but hatred molding his mind, being called a monster, a demon, it only made their words become a little more true every-time he heard them. A second chance was blessed upon him finding the Necrobloxicon, ever since he found it— he heard mother, her sweet and gentle voice guiding him, and he didn’t hesitate to follow.. after escaping Area 51 with Jeff the killer and Slenderman.. he didn’t remember what happened, only waking up inside a cabin with his weapons, a new chainsaw.
A weird ass green thing, a corrupted man, a red demon kid, a weird ass mafia man we’re waiting for him outside— calling him the “replacement”, he had no idea what they were talking about.. but if mother wasn’t speaking to kill them, he didn’t do anything, and only waited for what happened next.
A round started, he was suddenly teleported into a place when he heard his mother calling to him, telling him to kill those disgusting people— in which he didn’t hesitate to immediately follow her orders, killing every last one despite their screams of pain and fear, even seeing a disgusting Guest whom he immediately targeted on sight.. successfully killing him. Upon returning to the lobby where he was immediately just going to go crawl to his cabin.. he saw you, a beautiful, sweet, and gentle looking— no. no. No this couldn’t be, glancing back at him snapped him out of his little love-sicked daze.
The only killer that wasn’t there to greet him, you— while being so beautiful and lovely, was a Guest, a Guest, something he was taught all of his life to hate.. so was it so horrible that his old and ugly heart immediately throbbed for any scrap of love and attention you had to offer?
Probably..
His body immediately tensed at his violent thoughts, his eye twitching under the mask as he gripped his machete tightly, eventually letting out a small huff under his breath and stomping out of the cabin, he heard gentle whispers of his mother in his mind, saying different things under his breath.
“Love them, Jason.”
“Kill them, Jason, they’re corrupting your poor, poor, and sweet heart.”
“Ki..Ki..!”
He gasped out at the words, the contrasting whispers making him freeze in his tracks, wanting to go back and fight, but the other whispers of his mother pleading for him to love confused him— way different than the orders he’d usually get but he didn’t want to disobey her, but she’s also pleading for him to kill them..! He might as well not do anything at all.. hesitatingly shuffling to his cabin in silence before he quietly began to endure the pain of his headaches.. and heartaches from the strange look he got from you.
Mother is giving mixed answers. Until she gave nothing. She stopped speaking when it came to you.
He had no guidance this time, mother guides him, now he had to do it alone this time. Quietly, during the lonely and cold night, he would sneak out of his lonely cabin, walk to your windows without even trying to be quiet, and peek inside— his heartache immediately being somewhat cured as his eyes widened under his mask at the lovely sight of your sleeping figure.
“Pretty…”
He whispered quietly.