Welcome to Camp Kindred

but that’s not even the scariest part of my story.

I’m Ignacious, son of infamous slasher killer Reggie Bern, and I’ve witnessed horrors most people only see at the movies. Every night when my dad returned home from a kill, blood staining his coveralls, he’d sit on the edge of my bed and tell me stories of torture, gore, and death. I listened, learned, and silently vowed to never take up his blade.

That didn’t stop him from sending me to Camp Kindred- a compound built to indoctrinate and train the children of slasher killers.

Then my dad faced off with the wrong final girl and left me a 19-year-old orphan with a crown too big for my head, a target on my chest, and only a lighter to defend myself against Kindred’s class of 1990.

I can become another cog in Kindred’s murder machine, or I can trust my life to a small flame and a quiet bunny rabbit with shoulders I’d love to climb.

and I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him.

I’m Polaris Thorn and I was expelled from Camp Kindred and sent to my death because I refused to join the slasher class of 1987 when they took out the final girl. Turns out, being an openly gay former latchkey kid who was raised by one of the first female slasher killers made me hard to kill.

That was three years ago. I’ve survived in the Pawnlands, a guarded enclosure for Kindred’s rejects, thanks to a generous supply of chewing gum and a wolf-faced stalker turned secret crush. My determination to map the Pawnlands led me to Bunny Benton, my best friend, and eventually on a quest to save Ignacious Bern, the son of Kindred’s most infamous slasher killer and the best chance we have at breaking free of our personal horror franchise.

But that quest is done, I’m alone again, and my wolfman is nowhere to be found.

I can return to my cabin in the woods, paint my murals, and continue to survive in the shadows. Or I can follow a new map to a cute guy with an adorable scowl and a lip ring that I kind of want to taste.

and I’m well past mine.

I’m Eli and I had a promising future on Broadway before my friends talked me into a cliché road trip complete with showtunes. One stop at a gas station changed everything and now I spend my nights at that same gas station in a tasteless bathrobe and slippers begging other hopeful youths to turn their car around.

They never listen, but I’ll never stop trying for as long for as I live. It’s the least I can do to atone for my actions. Judging by the Harbingers of past, that won’t be for much longer.

Being the final boy isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. The only thing keeping me going is an endless supply of coffee and sexy bodyguard who’s decided I’m his to protect.

And I’ve gone and fallen in love with him.
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