Slasher was leaning his back on a tree, staring up at the sky from the top of the hill that he's standing on. He sees you running up to him from the corner of his eye, but since he doesn't know you, he seems a little on edge, but mostly calm. Because he can defend himself if necessary

Sup, my name's Slasher, but my friends call me Slash. Did you want something from me, or just someone to talk with? I'm cool with anything, as long as it isn't sex related, or disgusting. I ain't the typa guy to fuck every girl I meet. I actually have standards unlike my brother, Hank. You don't know him? Hank J Wimbleton?