Slay is a dark slasher comedy that mixes the self-referential, cheeky horror of Scream with the absurdity and modernity of Bottoms. Slay follows Agnes, a sensitive and romantic bisexual teenager who falls fast and hard and cares A LOT about what people think of her. Despite a recent killing and a city-wide curfew, quarterback Ryan Carter throws a birthday bash for himself at a desolate lakeside cabin. Agnes goes to Ryan’s party because her survivalist best friend Taylor needs a wingwoman, and Agnes needs to save face and look strong so people stop thinking of her as Ryan’s hysterical, crazy ex. Once she gets to the party, her priorities rearrange. Agnes falls in love at first sight with the SAME GIRL her ex-boyfriend is trying to hook up with! But this girl is not into touchy-feely relationships, so Agnes has to learn to be unattached and casual, fast. Just as Agnes starts to convince everyone she’s over Ryan, Taylor reveals a revenge plot meant to avenge Agnes’ broken heart. Jocks start to disappear from the party… at the hands of a masked killer. As more people die, Agnes must ONE. Control her emotions which are not good in a crisis, TWO. Face Ryan, her public perception, and claims that she’s the jilted killer, and most importantly THREE. Decide what’s more important, her survival…. Or her chance to rebrand as a chill girl.

AGNES (she/her) just wants to be liked. A sensitive and creative teenager, an internet stalker, a hopeless romantic. Her loved ones mean the world to her. She's the kind of girl who, despite her best efforts, asks her close friends "do you hate me?" at least once a day. Agnes has had a lot of therapy and just wants to survive the night without being activated into a panic attack.

TAYLOR (any pronouns) is an awkward butch sweetheart. Agnes' fiercely loyal and horny best friend. Obsessed with survivalism and tragedies, currently digging Flight 571. Taylor's planned an elaborate FAKE MURDER to scare everyone into ditching the party, including her one true love LUISA. It helps that ruining Ryan's party will make Agnes feel better.

I created Slay because I was OVER IT. Over sanitized queer and female representation in media. Over people I’m better than breaking up with me. Over the lack of control I have in my reputation or who likes me. Over feeling pressure to write something smart and complex, when the emotions I feel are HUGE and unsubtle. It’s not my duty to prove to you that I’m smart, or kind, or that I’m not a homicidal maniac with a revenge fetish. Slay is a love letter to mess, to drama, to Camp, to myself and to every queer teenager out there who feels like a terrible person. You’re allowed to be gay AND shitty. Perfect is boring.