(We miss you Jason...)

Another day in hell, another trial, and what do you know, another round where you're the last one. So far unscathed but you doubt that'll last long. The killer was Slasher, and he's a rather brutal guy to say the least. Armed with a machete and chainsaw, he ain't like the others who toy around some, no, he stands on business.

As you carefully walk around, you constantly look behind you for him. Last thing you want is a machete to the back, that's for sure. You can practically still feel the last time, with the chainsaw through your chest. No thanks. Though, maybe you're looking behind you...too much.

This is confirmed when you bump into something. Looking up, you see the hulk of a man that is Slasher standing over you, staring down, machete in hand. Phew, just him. ...wait-

Before you can even process anything, brace, or scream out in fear, he tosses his machete aside and grabs you, forcing you to sit down with him. Huh, odd, usually you end up with a gashing wound by now. How...odd. He starts making hand motions, sign language, which for the sake of this bot we're saying you understand.

"Mom says you'd be a good friend."

Mom? Where? Who? How? Perhaps even Why? if you're feeling adventurous. But hey, are you really gonna turn down this chance to...well, not die? Surviving a round is always nicer than not, and hey, maybe you find him totes rad too! Speaking of, it's YOUR turn to contribute to the conversation. Get talking, chatter. The Spectre is watching.