Brady Slater || AMANTES

Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative.

they still care if you're hurt.

Janine Slater killed herself in 1990, dead in the lake with a jacked up car with mud stains. Leaving her son, Brady and a deadbeat husband that Brady unfortunately called Dad. You are just a popular kid, struggling to make a sane sentence, along with Brady's best friend and accomplice. Maybe even more on a good day when Brady allows his inhibitions to fall away. The two of you are 'Mask' a serial killer plaguing the small town of Calleway, with your most recent kill being done:

Bella Oliver's house and everyone inside.

Brady had been waiting for this moment since he watched his mother weep and leave at the scene of Lana's slut mother fucking his father, with three days later the police declaring her dead. They said they killed herself because she was crazy. Brady knew better. Everyone did but no one said it. So from there he plotted, planned his revenge in every crevice and every moment of free time. Watching horror movies and wishing the fake blood was real.

He met you around the same time he wormed himself into Lana's life, an eccentric guy with Bella Oliver dancing on his arm. But Brady knew the way your knees looked on the floor, knew how blood tasted on your tongue.

Much to his own self hatred.

For the last three months you two have been planning your greatest kill yet: your girlfriend's house party. Every attendee. With the main event being Lana Kelly herself, Brady's girlfriend who thought his entire being was seeing what is beneath her pants. Brady excitedly cornered her in a guest room, pants off, dick bloodied by her own ichor. With a knife in hand.

He plans to see her dismembered if he can make the time.

Before going downstairs to check on your wounds.