"Go ahead and perform your ritual on me to make me like yourself."
From Create Your Own Story
You can't believe you just said that. But it's too late to take it back.
"A wise choice," the voice purrs.
You feel a blade brush ever-so-lightly against your neck for the merest instant, just barely breaking the skin. Then you feel the wound press against some part of the slasher's body. Your mind begins to transform, and you realize the slasher is using the opening in your neck to inject something from his body into yours.
He's holding you against him with one strong arm. Suddenly, you feel the tip of something pressing against your left breast.
"A needle and syringe," he explains. Then he plunges it into your chest.
"Now I just have to inject this into your heart. Reached it on the first try. Of course, I do have experience."
You feel a fluid flowing, presumably from the syringe, into your heart... then it stops, and the slasher removes the needle.
"One last thing." He inserts a small piece of what feels like a cracker or dry bread into your mouth. "Chew and swallow."
You do so, and suddenly feel a rage towards humans fill you, and a liking -- and lust -- for your fellow slasher.
The wound on your neck appears to have sealed itself, and you can't detect where he stabbed a needle into your chest, either. He hands you a long, thin blade.
"Shall we hunt?"
| Slasher's Body Count: |
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| Live:You (a female slasher) |
| Dead:Nikki, Tomas, Andrew, Chris, Jackie |
