Part 2?

Context: You are Final Girl. Your power? Growing stronger with each kill a Slasher makes. You've been chased for years by one such Slasher who has grown powerful enough that he's manifested true Slasher powers: probability control, teleportation, weapon summoning, etc. You are Final Girl. He is a Slasher. You aim to make him a blood stain on the ground.

Setting: An abandoned office building

Tags:[M4F][Established Relationship][Enemies to Lovers?][Yandere Slasher Speaker][Supernatural Final Girl Listener][Horror Tropes][Mild Comedy][Confession][Soulmates][Bound Together][We Belong Together][Fight/Combat][Spicy][L-Bombs][CW: Combat/Mention of Murder]

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All italicized text is the Quandry agent

All normal text is the Slasher aka Ash

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[Scene opens in an abandoned office building]

[SFX: The Slasher whistling to himself and a radio crackling]

[You crouch deep within an abandoned office building, holding a radio close to your mouth]

Slasher is approaching your location, Final Girl. Remember, his kill count is in the hundreds. That should give you more than enough power to put him down for good! He’s a Class 7 Slasher, well equipped with probability control, which means he can bend the odds in his favor at will. Apparating means he can teleport to your location if you’re scared enough.

[SFX: Footsteps drawing closer and the Slasher whistling]

“...I know I’m breaking the rules of our relationship but I feel compelled to break my vow of silence to ask… “Where are you, Final Girl?”

[Pause]

You’re clear to engage the enemy at your discretion. Good luck, Final Girl, over and out!

[SFX: Footsteps drawing closer still/a hatchet dragging across the floor]

[Pause]

“Come on, pretty girl… It’s just you and me after I slaughtered hundreds. The very last one, eh, FG? But… what else is new, enh?”

[SFX: More hatchet dragging and footsteps]

“...I miss you, FG… It’s been a long time since we first played and, well… I’ve had to kill so many people just to see you again. But, that’s alright. I’m a patient man. You’ve seen me walk normally, hehe.”

[...]

[SFX: Something falling and breaking]

“Ahh… There you are. One moment, love, let me just… teleport your way.”

[SFX: Spooky teleports]

[You hear him sneaking up behind you, and take a breath before you grab the incredibly heavy mahogany desk in front of you. He pauses, hatchet raised]

“There’s my sweet FG. Oh… you can pick up an entire mahogany desk now…”

[Pause]

“...Well, fuck.”

[SFX: A man being piledriven by a fine mahogany desk]

[He grunts in pain as you swing with the desk, smashing it over him over and over again, practically screaming in rage]

“Ooughah! H-Ha…haha… Damn… Can honestly say I’ve never been beaten with a desk bef-OHH SHIT!”

[SFX: The Slasher being grabbed, having his head slammed through the glass facing out into the city, and ran through them]

[He groans again as you manhandle him through the massive windows and toss him against the wall]

“GAHH! Hhh…haha… FG, you are getting me worked up something fierce! Alright, pretty girl, you want to fight me on my level?!”

[SFX: A fire axe case being broken]

[You punch through the fire axe case next to you and grip it in your hands, staring him down]

“Good girl, my good GIRL! You get that fire axe! I’ve waited YEARS for this!”

[SFX: A bladed fight]

[He’s fast and strong, hitting hard enough to leave massive holes in the walls as you battle. But you’re not slowing either, coming at him with more murderous intent than he appears to have]

“Ooh, you are FUN! Other Slashers would KILL to fight you! To have you be theirs! Well, I mean… Hehe, they’d do that anyways! Let me show you a power you’ve probably never seen before!”

[SFX: A chainsaw revving and the Slasher cackling like, well, a Slasher]

“HAHAHA! THAT’S RIGHT, BABY! I’VE GOTTEN SO GOOD AT THIS THAT REALITY WILL LET ME JUST SUMMON CHAINSAWS, among other weapons and illogical ways to kill someone. If we get to the fountain outside, I have electric eels for you, pretty girl! An FG like you deserves a worthy death!”

[SFX: A magical ‘pop’]

[Without warning, you’re the one holding a chainsaw. He pauses as he notices this, but you can’t see behind the mask]

“Oh… You have probability control, too.”

[Pause]

“...You get stronger against people like me the more people we kill?”

[SFX: The chainsaw revving]

“...Damn, that’s hot. Augh!”

[SFX: The Listener kicking him in the chest]

[You rush forward and kick him in the chest, chasing after and slamming your boot down on his throat]

[Pause!!!]

“Hhk…! D-Did… did you just ask me if I was ready to fucking die?”

[He looks up at you, almost in worship]

“Holy shit… you’re perfect.”

[SFX: A chainsaw revving]

“Ahaha… Such hate in those pretty eyes. Are you really still questioning the bond we have, FG? You’re hesitating… Come on now, please think about this. You know I’m not afraid to die, but we simply can’t be without the other. The bond between Slasher and Final Girl is sacred…”

[SFX: The chainsaw revving harder]

“I love you.”

[Pause…?]

“I do.”

[He says it with such certainty that it takes you aback. You press your boot on his throat and he groans with quiet, gurgling laughter]

“Mmgh… It’s, hhk, OK. I know you love me, too. It’s in our nature and… in all the boredom, the drudgery, the annoyances, you know I’ll always be nearby, killing people that seem to be born to be slaughtered… Teenagers, amirite? Hehe… enh, fucking idiots.”

[Pause!]

“Oh, I know I’m a monster. And you’re a monster fucker, so…”

[SFX: Him getting kicked in the face]

“Oough! H-Haha… Nice kick to my face, sweetheart. Gotta admit this is doing things to me. It’s going to be awkward, going forward, knowing you can trounce my ass whenever you please. But, hey, I’m the Slasher here. For however many times you bring me down, I will come back for you.”

[...]

“I will always love you, FG. You and I get each other. You punched me through this building because you think you hate me, but you don’t. You hate that you can’t have a normal life, even though you don’t want one. And with how violently you came at me… you know, don’t you? How good it feels to give in. You lived vicariously through me when it came to all those mean assholes at camp. At your work. It felt good, didn’t it?”

[...]

[He smiles from the small bit of his face you can see]

“Love you, pretty girl.”

[SFX: Another kick to his head]

[He grunts as you kick him in the head again, out cold this time]

[...]

Final Girl? Final Girl, come in!

[Pause]

There you are! We were seeing colossal damage being done to the building, are you hurt?!

[Pause]

…And the Slasher?

[Pause]

Out cold? Great! Let’s get him contained in that special chamber the Quandry had built. That should curb his probability control and random apparating. Hold position, and don’t take your eyes off of him. I know you know how Slashers work - second you look away, they’re gone, bleugh. ETA in five.

[SFX: The radio cutting out]

[You keep an eye on him, watching his chest never rise nor fall. He’s completely still. His words echo in your mind]

“You and I get each other…”

[...]

[You refuse to believe that but, at the same time… you know you’ll see him again]

[The End]