The guy who bumped into Zabel earlier, Ulrich Quaid, taunted him and Kaminka after they turned the corner.

"What a weak wannabe beta male. Dude should've taken the black pill a long time ago. No one should ever have to get talked back to by a low value female, not like an alpha male such as myself," boisterously laughing quietly enough so others couldn't hear him, but loud enough for his breath to be stroking his ego.

"So, an alpha male. That must mean you're pretty strong, huh."

"Of course I am. Wait," processing a low pitched masculine voice that completely shattered any confidence he had as the person responsible had their neck around him.

"Keep looking straight and don't scream tough guy. Or I'll slit your throat and suck the remains from your neck."

He gulped and followed their lead until the person grabbed him and dragged him along into a large room he wasn't very familiar with. There was only a small section for lights to see and the figure approached him as he fell to the floor. They dusted off his bangs and pretty average pale face.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Your despair," laughing and taking off the mask to reveal a young buxom blond with a cheerful demeanor, exposing her actual voice and voice changer. "Did your heart skip a beat?"

He cleared his throat to display his bravado. "My heart would never move for a superficial Stacy!"

"A knife isn't the only way to pierce your heart. Would you prefer my lips instead?"

"You don't have the guts to kiss an alpha like me, I bet your lips taste like sandpaper."

"Bet," twirling the knife above him, diving down as he panicked, only to lay his eyes on her lips draining the life from his body, and the threat of the knife caressing behind the hands holding his back for the brief seconds it lasted. "Always fun to cradle your kill, ain't it."

"What do you want with me, you, low value female?!"

"Close your eyes, or you'll find out!"

Ulrich objected to her demands, but whimpered, blindly reaching to choke her out. When he opened them, a lifeless corpse and body rested on top of him.

"Oh my god, did I just kill her?"

Two beings wearing similar masks rushed down with knives at the helm of their finger tips towards. He was about to run when the sound of the girl he presumably killed jumped over him and the corpse, kicking one of the masked people down while twisting the knife out of the hand of the other and splitting them in the throat.

"And scene," receiving claps from people Ulrich couldn't see. She had to point out the person he thought he choked was a puppet on a string she swapped places with.

"Oh, the kiss was real though," laughing. "But geez you were actually gonna kill me. You're perfect," gleaming with toxicity. "Wanna be my film boyfriend?"

Much to her dismay, he was quickly confused. "You're going to help me make my own horror movie," spelling it out for him. "I picked you for a reason."

"And why's that? You barely know anything about me!"

"Ulrich Quaid, age sixteen. Cute face, average physical build, suffers from self-confident issues, traumatized from a horrific bullying event caused by women and men, solely blaming the women for. Has next to hobbies or aspirations for life, resorting to manosphere content in order to find validation and happiness, leading to questionable takes detracting from his appeal and potential," slurping on tomato juice after needing a breather. "That about sums it up," winking.

Embarrassment and emasculation appeared on his face, boiling over into shaking fists, only to receive a warm hug from her arms and chest wrapping around her body.  

"I was just like once," stunning him. "Blaming all my issues onto other people, and just being aimless in life. I wasn't trying to make fun of you. Asking someone out, even asking for help, isn't something I can just do. The guy that would've helped me moved on for his dreams, and I knew you enough to ask you for this favor."

"Wait, you set all of this up, for me?"

She quickly nodded. "Horror's more than just an excuse to watch people get brutally murdered. It's an expression of themes, messages, and exploration of who we are as people. It's saved me from a dark part of my life, and I want to see if it could help the guy I like do the same." She pulled her head back to give him full eye contact. "What do you say?"

This new information caused a rift into the answer he intended to give just a minute ago. "Well, I don't know, I don't even know your name."

"Laurie Prescott," putting on the mask. "Director, actor, fangirl, and producer. Also, I can't believe you forgot, we've been in the same school for like seven years in a row!" She sighed. "Well everyone needs to sign up for an event, and you don't exactly have the best reputation. So if this works out, even if I don't win at the film festival, we'll still be able to present it at the end of the year to everyone. The whole school, even the Beckys and Stacys," struggling to hold in her laughter saying those together, "will all respect you. Isn't that what you wanted?"

She let him bask in the imagination of the respect he always wanted, drooling from all the possibilities. 

"Huh? You don't, you survive all the way to the end. It's your character arc to get thrown through the winger."

"Fine."

She clapped her hands. "Perfect, let's share this on Instagram," getting her phone ready.

"Hold on, a woman having Instagram is cheating. You got scantily clad photos of yourself."

Laurie groaned, and rushed over, bombarding him with a barrage of kisses while taking photos of the two, adding one of them as her profile pic, and changing her username to Ulrich & Laurie.

"Problem solved. Now sign up or I'll bathe you in blood."

"I'm the alpha in this relationship," taking the clipboard while she stuck out her tongue at him, rubbing her hands together with a devilish smirk.

Worked like a charm. Phase 1 of Alpha Slayer is complete.