Name: Harry the headhunter
Age: 18 (or dead, if you get the inside joke LOL)
Gender: Male
Weapons: a double sided wood axe
crush/bf/gf: Lola/HELL NO!!/Lola?
Past/Slasher: Pasta!
Name: Eyeless Jack
Age: early twenties
Gender: Male
Weapons: claws and a scalpel
crush/bf/gf: none/...no.../none
Past/Slasher: Pasta!
Me: YAY! RANDOM BLATHER!! *hehe, I said blather...*
Harry: YAY! LOLA! *turns to me* look, im yelling out the name of something I like! see how you sound? irritating, isn't it?
E.J: HI!
Me: hmm...that's weird...I thought she was blond?
Harry: MICHAELXLOLA!? WHERE IS THAT FU#%? I'LL KILL HIM!!
Me: 0_0
IC: Harry silently watched Michael and Lola from the bushes, he had followed Lola from the house to make sure she didn't get hurt, but to him, meeting Michael was worse. "He better not try anything funny..." thought Harry as he gripped his axe tightly.
OOC: uh...I hope you by EJ you don't mean eyeless Jack, because I'm the one controlling him...
IC: Eyeless Jack sat silently in a tree outside of the slasher mansion, enjoying the cool night air.
Harry glared dagger at Michael as he watched him and Lola talking, "if this guys so much as touches Lolagirl, then its off with his head!" Thought Harry.
IC: Harry cursed, "shit! I think she saw me!" He thought before backing up slightly, brealing a small stick as he did, "FUCK!" Thought harry.
IC: Harry sighed and emerged from the bushes, giving Michael a bored look, "the names Harry...Harry the Headhunter...my real name is Harry Joshua Gates...but that's not mportant...what IS important, is that you never speak to Lolagirl ever again..." said Harry ominously.
IC: Harry simply looked up at Michael with an unimpressed expression, "because I'll kill you if you don't..." said Harry darkly, tightening his grip on his axe.
IC: Harry grinned and held his axe to Michaels neck, "that's where your wrong, Mikeyboy...everyone dies...even Zalgo himself...so don't get all high and mighty just because your a little harder to kill than the rest...tell me, have you ever been decapitated? I have...and trust me, it fucking hurts...but only for a split second..." said Harry, pressing the blade of his axe against Michael's skin.
OOC: I've gotta get to bed now, we'll finish this tomorrow, ok?
IC: Harry scoffed and enhanced the muscles in his leg before kicking michael in the stomach with an inhumanly strong kick, "I'm more than you think I am, Mikeyboy...I'm not human..." said Harry as he grinded his foot into his ribcage.
IC: Harry layed motionless in the bushes for a few moments before rolling onto his stomach, his leg bent at a weird angle and his body seemingly convulsing in pain, but after sitting up, he wasn't in pain but instead laughing crazily as his leg snapped back in place, allowing him to stand up, all of his wounds also healing. Harry grinjed evilky at Michael as his arm began to grow three times its normal size, "I'm not that easy to get rid of, Mikeyboy!" Said harry before running at inhuman speed and pucnhing his arm straight through Michael's stomach, grabbing his spine, "does it hurt, Mikeyboy?" Asked harry, his eyes now yellow and cat-like and his teeth now serated.
IC: Harry stood there for a few moments, blood pouring out of his mouth, staring wide eyed at the gaping hole in his chest, but instead of falling to the ground, Harry literally bitch smacks Michaels head, snapping it and making it turn 180° facing krad and pinky, he then kicked him in the chest, shattering his pelvis, ribs and chest cavity and sending him flying a few yards away, Harry then falls to his knees, panting heavily as he regenerated.
OOC: WTF!? quite showering! Harry isn't dead!!
OOC: no! You can't just pull an instant kill and walk away! That's not even fair! *sighs* that's it, I'm done for tonight...
IC: Harry's wound in his chest wasn't healing correctly, causing him immense pain, so he stumbled into the wall of the creeptpasta mansion below Lola's bedroom window, slumping against it, bleeding out, "well...its pretty clear that Lola won't choose the loser...just my luck for being so fucking weak..." mumbled Harry, his vision getting blurry.
IC: The last thing Harry saw before he passed out was the sight of Lola freaking out, "this won't last very long...when she finds out that Mikeyboy was the one I fought, her concern will only turn to hate..." thought Harry before passing out with a sad expression on his face.
OOC: *sigh* I'll stay up a little longer just to see what happens...but I have a feeling it wont be good for poor Harry...
IC: Harry awakens with a groan and sits up, "uh...that wasn't a fun way to fall unconscious..." mumbled Harry before he noticed Lola, "oh...hey Lolagirl...thanks for the help...but trust me, I didn't deserve saving...I'm a failure..." said Harry with a sigh, looking at the ground.
Eyeless Jack snuck into Michael's room late that night and stolen his left kidney, he now sat in a tree not far from the pasta mansion, slowly munching on it as he watched the stars.
OOC: Me: REVENGE!!
IC: Harry sighed once more and removed his mask, his face even more scarred than usual because of Michael's stabbing, but was healing slowly. "well...I...kinda got into a fight with Michaelboy...I thought he looked untrustworthy, so I tried to tell him to not talk to you anymore...but he didn't listen and we ended up fighting...but I lost...which means, I failed to protect you...I'm telling you Lolagirl, that asshole isn't to be trusted! please, don't talk to him..." said Harry with slight embarrassment, taking off his jacket and wincing in pain as his chest still hurt.
OOC: Can I be Leatherface?
IC: Harry sighed and nodded, "yeah...I guess your right...but that still doesn't excuse me from being so weak that I lost to that dick without even dealing any lasting damage on him..." mumbled Harry bitterly.
Leatherface was in the basement of the slasher mansion, butchering bodies into chunks of meat to be cooked for dinner.
IC: Harry instantly felt better at Lola's touch, a smile crossing his face, "yeah...your right...I guess I'm just feeling like an ass at losing to Mikeyboy..."said Harry.
Leatherface stopped butchering and grabbed his chainsaw, turning around to see who was coming, "...who's there?" asked LF as he revved up his chainsaw.
IC: Leatherface sighed and lowered his chainsaw, but kept it running just in case, "oh...hey pinky...its just you...for a second there, I thought you were that little shit, chucky...how are you doing? and...who's this?" asked Leatherface curiously, ignoring Krad's blatant comment about killing him.
IC: Leatherface simply nodded and walked over to the far wall and grabbing something off a hook "here, these are fairly fresh. but they might go bad in a few days, so use them soon." he said, handing her a bag of guts. he looked at krad for a moment, before going back to chopping.
OOC: im gonna be busy for a while, so I'll let chaotic control leatherface while I'm off.
