Short stories and scrapped ideas [1]

The slasher dialogue Rewrite

"That's hilarious," I say, snickering at his despair as my hand hits my knee multiple times.

"How dare you laugh at The Slasher," he grunts, clawing at the dusty ground.

"That's a stupid name," I mutter to myself, shifting my weight on a different side.

"I am Alexsandr Molotov-bullrag, The Slasher. And you shall never laugh at The Slasher," he whines, hitting the ground before getting up.

"You are horrible to start a war for no reason," he says, gritting his teeth together with a sharp breath as he glares down at me.

"Yeah, well, I'm no longer bored," I say with a shrug as I fold my arms.

"The Slasher will fight you," he pulls his sword from the ground pointing it at me. His knuckles turn white for how he's holding it.

"Nah," I say, waving him off.

"What?" He tilts his head in confusion, lowering his sword a little.

"Hitting a child-"

"The Slasher never follows laws-" I toss a kick, sending him to the ground with muffled cursing and screams.