It's Friday
The old mansion was in a state beyond repair, the splintered wood of the door and window frames crumbling into nothingness and the ancient paint peeling as its musky odour hovered across the building. It should've been deserted, really, but instead there was one person, one dwelling lodger that hid in the reclusive shadows of the decaying manor. At least, she thought she was by herself.
Her name was Emma, or at least she thought that was her name. Was it truly? She really didn't know. After The Event that happened so long ago, she didn't really see the purpose of having an identity, so she made herself forget. Her memories blank. All the sweet remembrances were gone. However, there was something that remained, after all these years cooped up in an unsafe barrier of deterioration, she had but one thing precious to her: her awesomeness.
That's right. Awesomeness. For you see, she was so firetrucking amazing, that no one dared to go near her, otherwise she'd turn them into bananas. Ever since she was born, the Guardian Angel of Rhombus Unicorns had watched over her and blessed her, making sure she was flawlessly fabulous in all ways possible. She was a bit of a Mary Sue, to be honest, but god damn it who cares.
She truly wasn't alone that night and she knew it. Something was wrong. She turned her head slowly behind her, a lock of shining copper hair dangling over her nose. No one there. She sighed in relief. She continued to walk up the creaking staircase to her room when-
" THUD!"
"What the bloody hell was that?" she yelled and rushed down stairs. She peered at the door and sneered. "Ugh, I swear to god if it's those peeps and their leaflets I'm going to kill them, gangnam style!" She paused. Since when did they come at this hour? Unless they were the annoyingly desperate kind, they shouldn't be here. Or maybe it was the mailman? "Yes." She said to herself. "I did order a flying camel, so yeah, probably."
She opened the door. No mailman or leaflet peep. "Huh." She mumbled. "Weird." She closed the rotting entrance behind her. She turned around.
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"Oh." Was all she managed to squeak out as she saw him. Standing tall was a madman, hockey mask and chainsaw. Insanity seeped through his orbs as she simply stared at him. He pulled the cord as the chainsaw came to life, its teeth hungry for flesh. The monster was raised above the lunatic male's head as he screeched an enraged cry.
" No." Emma said calmly. "No."
Jason looked at her inquisitively. He lowered the chainsaw.
"No." She continued, folding her arms in annoyance.
"But-" Jason started. Wait, isn't he supposed to be silent? Oh well.
"No. Bad Jason. Very bad."
"I just wanted to-"
"No. Just…Just no." Emma scowled.
Jason pouted and stomped off to his room.
" Screw you too, Jason."