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❝I should have told Lord Nagamasa how much he meant to me. Why did Ichi hesitate?❞ Oichi buries her face in her hands as she slides down against the wall, hot tears spilling down her cheeks. Natsuya is too busy boarding up the windows to pay her any attention so Shinsou takes it upon himself to calm her down.
❝You gotta stay alert right now.❞ He kneels down next to her, squeezing her shoulder gently. ❝If you don’t make it out of this alive, then your boyfriend’s death would have been in vain.❞
For some reason, that just causes Oichi to cry even harder much to his surprise. That’s weird. If he were in her place, that would have made him feel better.
❝Hitoshi! I kinda need your help here, buddy!❞ Natsuya calls out to him, naturally taking the role of the leader. Shinsou knows better than to argue with that. He casts one final glance at their weeping friend before standing up to help the brunet board up the cabin. Why did they have to take that damn shortcut just because some unhygienic old man from the gas station told them to?
He should have known better. He’s watched enough horror movies to notice whether or not he’s living in one. Thanks to his negligence, their friends have died in the hands of a chainsaw-wielding maniac. Hawks, Nagamasa, Lucianna, and Nicolette are gone and that will forever be blood on his hands. Now that’s a thought that will haunt him for the rest of his life.
He could really use some weed right now. Except, Natsuya had already used his bong to smash it over the killer’s head right before they found temporary solace in this abandoned cabin.
❝Do you think he’s still out there?❞ Natsuya asks him as he tries to peek through the gaps between the boards.
❝He survived an arrow to the head. I’m pretty sure a bong wouldn’t be enough to kill him.❞
❝Damn it!❞ Natsuya smashes his hand on the wall before pulling away from the windows. ❝We need a plan. The kind of plan that leaves all of us making it out of this alive, not just Oichi.❞
Shinsou’s brows pinch in a confused frown. ❝Not just Oichi? What do you mean by that?❞
A fleeting look of hesitation passes by Natsuya’s face. But just as he’s about to speak up, a loud THUMP! hits the door and they all jump at the noise. They hear the familiar growling of the killer from outside and Oichi screams as she presses her hands over her ears.
❝Shinsou, listen!❞ Natsuya grabs Shinsou by the shoulders, turning him around to face him. ❝When that thing gets in here, we’ll be the first ones to die! Oichi is The Final Girl.❞
❝W-What the hell are you talking about?!❞
❝Think about it! We’re all archetypes of a classic slasher film! Lucianna is The Non-Believer. Nagamasa is The Nerd. Nicolette is The Cheerleader. Hawks is The Slut. You’re The Stoner. I’m The Alpha Male. And Oichi is—❞
The loud rumbling sound of a chainsaw cracks the air and the two boys look back to find Oichi back on her feet with a chainsaw in her hands. Her tear-stained face that was once filled with agony is now glaring with determination. She flips her dark hair over her shoulder and nods at them.
❝Go hide somewhere. I got this.❞ She says, her voice smooth and confident.
Natsuya and Shinsou look at each other in awe.
❝The Final Girl.❞ They say together.
If Oichi manages to win this fight, then they could break the slasher film barriers. The Alpha Male and The Stoner don’t necessarily have to die. All they could do now is put a hundred percent of their trust in her. Just as they realize this, the killer finally slams through the door and waves his chainsaw over his head.
Oichi directs her own chainsaw right at him. ❝I’m over here, you bastard! This is between you and me!❞
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Shinsou wakes up. From probably the most badass dream he’s ever had in a while. He sits up and rubs the sleep off of his eyes as he tries to catch small remnants of his dream in his head. Maybe he should watch more slasher films more often. Then maybe he could be The Final Girl next time. That would be cool.
