#jason voorhees x reader
- Nothing. You felt nothing. Nothing to keep you here. Nothing to tie you. It was all just… nothing.
- You parked your car and looked at the illuminated sign. Camp Crystal Lake. Whatever.
- You sighed and shoved your body out of the car. Door shut.
- How many times are you going to sigh? Idiot.
- Slump your stupid body against the edge of the dock. And you wait.
- And you wait.
- You feel footsteps, behind you. Finally.
- You wait for the slash of the blade. It does not come.
- You can’t even get this peace.
- A loud, heavy thump beside you.
- It is him. He is here. Why won’t he kill you already?
- He sags beside you. Why won’t he kill you already?
- You wait. The blow never comes.
- A heavy hand. It places itself on your shoulder.
- He smells awful. He slides you close.
- He smells worse.
- He says nothing.
- You begin to shake. Your eyes fill with tears.
- He knows why you are here. You wished for your end.
- He won’t give you that.
- He refuses.
- But he lets you lean into him.
- Your tears soak his filthy coat.
- Your sobs tear through the silence.
- He does not know.
- But he does.
- You are safe here.
- You are home.
Jason Voorhees x Reader: Childhood Friends
- You had met Jason the first day you went to Camp Crystal Lake. You had never seen someone with any kind of deformity before, but it didn’t phase you. Why would it?
- He was shy. Incredibly shy. He barely did anything around the camp, basically just sticking around his Mother. You made sure to visit them both multiple times a day, even if he hid from you behind his Mother most of the time.
- The other kids were constantly making fun of him or talking about him behind his back, and that made you incredibly angry. How dare they talk that way about such a nice boy? He didn’t even do anything!
- A couple of counselors had to break up fights between you and the kids on way more than a couple occasions. Sometimes it was too much for you and you went off on the bad kids. You had hurt a few of them pretty good, though.
- Jason and Pamela both saw the fights and heard some of the things you had said to the bullies. Pamela’s heart swelled that one of the kids had finally, finally accepted Jason for who he was, overlooking his deformities.
- Pamela took you in one day to the nurse’s station and cleaned your scrapes and cuts, telling you how proud of you she was for sticking up for her precious son. She knew he had no friends. He did too.
- Jason’s Mother took him to your cabin one day while the rest of the kids were out on activities. You had been confined to your cabin, alone, for getting into so many fights. And not just for that day, either, you were often suspended from camp activities for being so aggressive.
- They both went to you and Pamela asked you why you were so defensive of Jason with him hiding behind her. You had explained to them both that it was unfair of the other kids to pick on him for no reason. She held her hands to her chest. Finally. Jason could finally have a friend.
- Jason peeked out at you nervously, and you gave him a soft smile, holding your hand out. He looked to his mother, who gave him a nod. He took your hand and gave you one of the purest smiles you had ever seen. And it was infectious, you smiled bigger than you ever did before.
- You both spent the day playing together. Board games, patty cake, hide and seek, tag. You stuck close to your cabin and where Pamela was stationed, just to be safe. But you had more fun than you had ever had at that camp.
- You still got into fights, often getting beaten up trying to keep the other kids away from Jason. Pamela always noticed just in time though and chased them off, since the neglectful counselors barely paid any attention.
- You often had to get patched up. Jason always came over to you when the fights were over and even though you were scraped, bruised, and sometimes even bleeding, you gave him a smile and a hug. No one messed with him while you were around.
- That fateful day though, you were asleep. You woke up and went outside your cabin to Pamela wailing in pain, and scrambled over to her and begged her to tell you what happened. When she did… your heart broke into pieces. You both mourned Jason. You cried so hard you got sick. Your best friend, the best boy you knew, Jason, was gone. He was gone.
- You hated everyone in that camp besides Pamela from that day on. You stuck to her like glue. She was angry. She was so very, very angry. You were sent home due to lashing out very violently at the other kids, but who could blame you? They had basically killed your best friend.
- A few years later, when you were in your late teens, you learned about how Pamela ended up. Your heart broke once more. She was the only one left of his memory. You went to the camp, with roses, and placed them in the lake. But there was a figure behind you…
- You felt the steps on the dock and whipped around, seeing a large man with a bag over his head, and you had been shocked and scared initially but… you saw the man’s eye through one of the holes and your eyes shot open.
- “..J…Jason? Jason?!” you shouted, scrambling up to your feet. He dropped his hatchet he brought over to kill the intruder. It was you. It was you! He ran over to you almost tackling you, crushing you to his chest and sobbing into your shoulder. You wrapped your hands around him and cried too. He was still here. You both cried on each other for quite a while.
- After crying so hard and so long you both got headaches, he lead you hand in hand to his cabin. You were so happy.
- He showed you to his mother.. It was unusual, but it didn’t matter much to you he kept a shrine of her head.
- You didn’t care. You didn’t care about what his mother had did. You didn’t care about what he did. You had found him again. And you would never, never let him go.
- He lifted you up, from the dock. Took you off guard and you clung to him, embarrassingly, but, whatever.
- He still smelled revolting. It didn’t really bother you, somehow.
- He gripped you to his person, making your face accidentally smush into his neck. He still smelled. Why didn’t it bother you?
- He began to move, and your nails dug into him. He didn’t seem to notice or care.
- You looked over at where he was taking you… a small cottage.
- His cottage.
- You didn’t get a moment to react before he brought you inside and put you on a ratty couch.
- He motioned for you to stay put as he reached over and grabbed a dirty blanket, draping it over you.
- You could still see his good eye, watching you.
- He almost looked… sad.
- You reached up and put your hand on his arm, and noticed how he tensed.
- You asked him to lie with you… and he froze for a moment.
- Just a moment. Why was he waiting so long..?
- Jason shook it off and picked you up again, over his shoulder and then into his lap, sitting onto the couch with you on his lap.
- He seemed… nervous.
- He still smelled disgusting.
- You could feel the beat of his undead heart.
- You rested your head right above his heart, and gripped his coat, nodding off.
- He noticed.
- He didn’t sleep, he didn’t need to, nor did he want to.
- Instead he watched you. He watched you breathe him, even though he smelled horrid.
- He wanted you.. near him. And he would make sure you would be.
- How wonderful it is, to find someone like this…
Jason Voorhees x Reader
Words: 1600
Warning: Stockholm syndrome
Summary:Your dream vacation turned into a nightmare.
Every time the door opened, a chill ran down your spine. Every time you saw him, your stomach did turns.
He never hurt you, technically he never laid a wrong finger on you. It was his trap that got your foot, and you are still not sure if it was your mind making up scenarios or what was going on, but you clearly remember him just tearing the trap open, with his bare hands. You could recall how the metal sounded as it broke in his hands.
You were certain he was a monster, why else would he wear a mask?
You tried to could the days, but after a time you just couldn’t anymore. The chains around your wrists hurt as they rubbed against your soft skin.
But it was your fault. You couldn’t fault him for everything, you entered his property. Yes, you were only trying to take pictures of the old camp and the lake, but… still. You have been warned, you couldn’t say otherwise.
The old lady you tried to ask for directions were really clear.
“No one should ever go there! Leave that place and that boy alone!”
You assumed she was crazy, but now, now you were the crazy one. Locked in a cabin, chained to the wall, you were sure your mind was slowly dying.
If only he would let you out for a couple hours, minutes even! But you couldn’t ask, the huge machete he always had in his hands was troubling and also your ankle, it didn’t heal to the best. Sure, he tried his best, as far as you could tell, to heal you, but it wasn’t enough. It still hurt, but it did heal a great deal.
That was your only way of telling how much time you spent at the lake.
Then, one stormy evening, he forgot to bring you your dinner. You were really hungry, and cold. You tried to sleep but couldn’t.
During times like this, you tried to solve him, what happened to him, why was he alone, whowas he? Your mind making up all different scenarios/stories for this unknown man.
The old lady much know him, or heard about him since she referred to him as a ‘boy’ and that giant of a man is clearly not a boy.
The best scenario you could come up with was that he was an escaped prisoner, he hid in this camp and set traps for the cops and the people who were trying to find him.
Maybe you should have looked into the history of the place before entering.
Later that very same evening, he ended up coming, he brought the usual food and even a blanket. He was kind, sure he was your kidnapper, but there was kindness in him.
A couple more days passed, or were they weeks? Who knew.
And you gathered your courage to ask him.
So, that morning when he came with your breakfast, before he left you tried.
“Can I go out? You can keep the chains on, I won’t try and flee, not with my ankle anyway but please? I need some fresh air! Just a little, even to the porch would be fine.”
He didn’t even stop, he left.
But he didn’t hurt you. So that was a something. At least it didn’t discourage you from trying again.
And trying you did. Every time he entered the small house, you asked, always with a small voice not to upset him.
He ignored you, for what felt like a week, he ignored you, then he stopped, looked at you before leaving.
You hoped your pleading was working.
And eventually, it did.
One evening he entered the cabin with a pair of cuffs and a chain. But before he did anything he held a knife to your throat, showing you what will happen if you try and run. And you understood. You gave him a nod as he changed the chains and you stood up.
You were walking slow, limping as you walked to the door, there was something so free-ing about this, even with those rusty cuffs around your wrists.
He took you on a walk like a person would with their dog. He let you stop at places and look around. You were looking at the trees, enjoying the wind as you watched the sun go down.
“My name is Y/N.” you said to him, “At least you should know, even if you don’t care.” You didn’t want to bore him with your life’s story, but giving him your name was your choice, even if he held the chains, even if he put the cuffs around your wrists, telling him your name was your choice.
And that little power was enough.
From that day on, you proved it to him that you wouldn’t try anything, so he took you out on walks more an more frequently, sometimes more than once.
And you were grateful.
Then he started to bring you into his cabin, or rather under, into a bunker he had set up. He was an absolute giant as he walked around in the small space.
Then, he kept you in his cabin, his were warmer for some reason, and you had to remind yourself, he was your kidnapper!
But then how could you be so comfortable around him?
He was anything but soft, he was anything but warm. But he was kind, at it looked like that was enough for you.
You two had dinners together, well it was more of you eating and him watching. Then, you started to tell him things, things you liked, places you have been to.
You needed someone you were able to talk to and he was the only person there.
So, you talked to him. Even if he never replied, talking meant getting off your chest, and you did. You walked around the place, but it reminded you more of a storage then a home. Chains, hooks, knives and weapons everywhere, he must really trust you for letting you walk around since you could be able to just get a weapon and hurt him to try and escape.
One evening you heard bells ringing. It immediately alerted him as he stood up, grabbed his machete and was out before you could even ask a single thing.
You assumed it meant someone broke into his property. Was he going to take another hostage?
You heard screams from above. Strangely you were more terrified of these new people then of your captor. At one point you even found yourself being worried about his safety!
You were insane.
As the people screamed, you stayed quiet, until you heard the hatch to the bunker open. You hid in one corner.
Then two people came down, a girl and a guy, the guy broke your chains. Your mind was racing, what was going on?
You couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t even speak but you saw their mouths move.
You never asked for them to save you, they didn’t have to save you! You were perfectly fine! How dare they!
You realized this when they were walking our out of the camp and you saw the broken entrance.
You stopped abruptly.
“What are you doing? We have to keep going or he will kill us!” whisper yelled the guy. But you didn’t move so the girl came over to you.
“Please lets just go before Jason finds us. He already killer our friends! We have to go!” she said.
Then you saw a wire. And you understood the bells from earlier. It was a system to alert him.
When you didn’t move they both grabbed your hands, started pulling you, you managed to kick the bell, hoping he would hear it.
You should be running and you know, away from here, from him, but then why did you want him to save you?
Although your mind screamed at you to run, you didn’t.
“JASON!” you started yelling, and as you did the girl was shocked, both let you go and the guy hit you.
“What are you doing? ARE YOU INSANE?!” he hit you again and you fell.
“JASON HELP!”
You closed your eyes as the guy raised his hand to hit you again. But the slap never came all you heard was a weird noise and her scream, but that was abruptly ended as well.
You opened your eyes and saw him, blood dripping from his machete, he stood above the two corpses.
You started shaking and crying.
“I-I” you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say. “Thank you.” But it came out more as a question.
He turned and looked at you as you stood up.
You rubbed your hands, dusted your clothes off before you turned around and started walking back to the camp. Jason dragged the two bodies as he followed you.
He wondered why were you so different from the others, you didn’t try to run, scream or even say no to him.
And now, you were walking back, willingly to the camp. Jason stopped, as his brain couldn’t comprehend what was going on.
You noticed this as you turned when you noticed he was no longer behind you.
“Are you coming?” you asked pointing at the camp.
After that day, he never put a chain or cuffs on you, ever. He let you roam the camp, even helped you set up a home. You chose to stay in the same cabin above his bunker.
You were happy. He was happy.
Why?
Just why?
Was it because he was the first person who showed you kindness?
Was it because you were finally the first person who was kind to him?
What was this?
Friendship?
Love?
You weren’t sure, he wasn’t sure.
But one thing you were both sure on, this was good. Comfortable, warm and good.
You both could live like this.
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Jason Voorhees x Reader
Summary:Jason finds out that you have a tattoo.
Jason never fully saw it. Ever.
He did see it whenever you moved and your clothes shifted in a way to show the ink off, just a little bit. But never fully.
He always stared at it, trying to figure out what it was exactly and if it meant anything.
Did you just get it because you thought it was cool? Or did it have a deeper meaning?
He longed to know.
He wanted to know everything about you. He loved you.
One particular day, when you decided to do some gardening, planting your new hydrangeas, watering everything, is when you noticed his eyes on you. More particularly on the part where your tattoo was.
“Oh, I guess I never showed this one to you!” you said.
It didn’t matter to him how big or small it was, colour or not, if it had a deep meaning or it was just simply something you liked, he would love it just like he loved you.
You’d often find him just caressing the ink, one time he even tried to wash it off, see if it was real, it made you laugh.
But to Jason, it was another part of you with he absolutely admired.
A/N: I decided to start a new “series” of sorts, where I’d write short stories about 200-300 words per short. I hope you enjoy them!
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Jason Voorhees x Reader
Words: 700
Request:Hello! I was wondering if you could possibly do a Jason Voorhees (2009 version) x wife reader where he loves to hear her sing so she does while laying on his chest and she sings him how to disappear by Lana Del Rey idk why but the lyrics “Cuts on his face cause he fought to hard I know he’s in over his head but I love that man like nobody can…” reminded me of him
Hearing you sing was something that calmed him down. It kept him grounded, and happy.
Your angelic voice gave him happiness.
Happiness was something Jason thought he didn’t deserve. Then, you came around.
Arriving to the cam with your friends, little did you know about their sick plans.
Your friends brought you there as bait, they wanted to see Voorhees, the legend. They planned on using you to lure him out, let him kill you so they could see him. But their plan turned on them. They wanted Jason to kill you, which never happened. Your friends told you to meet them by the lake at night, of course you went, you never really understood why did they leave you alone until later.
Jason was watching you from behind a tree, shocked to see such a beautiful and innocent being. He could never kill someone like that.
Instead, he overheard your friends’ conversation. Hearing their plan that they meant to set you up. This infuriated him as he killed all of them one by one, of course, you saw him kill, but you still didn’t run. When one of the girls was running, she turned to you and told you everything. Once you realized what was happening, your heart broke.
You thought they were your friends yet they wished you dead just so they could see a myth? And now, the myth killed them all.
You were hiding in a cabin, crying silently as you tried not to get caught. You were shaking in fear when you heard him approach, he was standing in front of you, soon he knelt down and looked at you.
You started crying.
“Please.” you knew begging meant nothing to him. He will just kill you after all. So, you were more than shocked when his hand touched your cheeks, his fingers, coated in blood, smearing onto your cheeks.
Gosh, you were beautiful.
He was sure he didn’t deserve you. But having you around the camp, you brightened up his days.
And after your little wedding ceremony by the lake, he could call you his wife.
He loved you, hearing you sing softly as you worked around your home, made him the happiest man on Earth.
And lately, a specific song made his heart flutter a different way.
“Cuts on his face ‘cause he fought too hard
I know he’s in over his head
But I love that man like nobody can”
Every time you washed the clothes or cleaned the house, lately the same song all the time.
He liked it.
It made his heart flutter for some reason.
“He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again.”
Jason doesn’t know but you chose this song, as you loved it so much because it reminded you of him.
You loved him from the moment he saved you from your terrible friends.
“Jason?" you called from the kitchen, knowing he should be around somewhere. And surely enough you heard his heavy steps a few seconds later. "Could you please set the table? I’m almost done with dinner.”
As he started to set the table, he started hearing you humming the song again. Then you entered the room and you two started eating.
Those were the only times when Jason took his mask off, and you had to be honest with yourself, it took a long time for you to get used to him. But now, you found him rather handsome. You offered him a smile that warmed his entire body before you started eating. You talked about the things you wanted to do the upcoming week, some gardening and renovating.
Jason knew very well that this meant you’d sing more.
And he couldn’t wait.
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Jason Voorhees
The first time you cuddled with him, he was shocked.
He didn’t know what to do, where to put his hands. He was too afraid to touch you, he was afraid he would unintentionally hurt you, it was awkward. He couldn’t even sleep, his heart was hammering and both of you could hear it. But it didn’t make you pull away. You didn’t move. Not one inch. You wanted Jason to be familiar with closeness, be more used to having you touch him, hug him and cuddle him. This was a great start for that.
And surely enough, slowly you started to notice him pulling you closer, him touching your arms more, one time he even cuddled up to you on bed.
Michael Myers
When you cuddled with him for the first time, he was like a statue. Not moving, not blinking, and you doubt he was breathing.
He was shocked, but more in a pleasant way. He wasn’t used to affectionate touches, so, when he felt you cuddle up to him, he wasn’t sure what to do. So far in your relationship, you always told him, trying to teach him what to do in situations.
But it looked like this time, you wouldn’t have to. He was a natural after the first cuddle. Michael was open to learn how to cuddle. But you didn’t have to teach him one thing and that made you happy. He knew how to hold you, not too tight but tight enough, close to his heart.
Thomas Hewitt
The first time you hugged him, he freaked out, so cuddling was almost off the table, until one evening when you fell asleep on him.
He. Freaked. Out.
Poor Tommy didn’t know what he was supposed to do as he just looked at you, silently confirming it for himself that you were indeed asleep. He didn’t know any better so he just let you. Frozen in one place, he didn’t dare to move, he was afraid you’d wake up and move away, and he didn’t want that.
Then, you started doing it more and more often. Even during the day.
Thomas loves cuddling now. Being so close to you was something he always treasured. You’d often find him standing beside you, silently asking for you to hold him or for him to hold you.
Hannibal Lecter
King of cuddles.
He is not big on showing affection at first, but then he finds out that it helps a certain kind of hunger, one he never felt before, one that fills his heart. And after that, he wanted to hold you all the time.
Cuddles, everywhere, anywhere and at any given time. Holding you close during social event and holding you during sleep. He loved listening to your heart beat. It calmed him, even inspired him.
Patrick Bateman
Hates cuddles.
Hates showing any kind of ‘normal’ emotion, he finds it disgusting. He knows he loves you, you know he loves you, so why do you have to keep putting your head on his chest when you wanted to sleep? It was uncomfortable and inconvenient! He would even vocalize his feelings regarding cuddles. Saying how much he would prefer if you kept to your place on the bed, or when he was in the middle of watching a movie, you needed to be on the oposite site of the couch.
But to be fair, he would be the one to pull you close or cuddle up to you as he slept.
He would never admit it, but he actually loved to cuddle with you.
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“do you feel loved by me?”
pairing: slashers x reader, ian mckinley x reader, nick jones x reader
includes: slashers asking you if you feel loved by them, insecurities, fluff, cursing, kissing, mentions of sex
authors note: this isn’t my best, plus i wrote it in class so please be nice
michael myers
you and micheal were perched on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder as the tv played some sappy chick flick. you smiled as the boy kissed his girl in the rain, leaning further into michael who now had a furrow in his brow. he cleared his throat, and you looked up. he searched your eyes, wondering if you longed for something like that, something sweet and pure…something he couldn’t give you. “do you..” he trailed off, his voice raspy from a lack of using it, “do you feel loved by me?” and the almost broken look in his eye brought tears to yours. you nodded, afraid that if you spoke your voice would break and you’d ruin this moment. you placed a kiss on his cheek, “of course i feel loved by you, michael.”
bo sinclair
bo watched as you smiled towards the couple that had recently wandered into town. your eyes trained on the boy who held his girlfriends hand and leaned down for a kiss every five seconds. he frowned, trying to remember the last time he saw a smile so big on your face. did you want that? that sweet, puppy type of love? the kind you saw in the movies? the kind bo so desperately wanted to give you but just…couldn’t. you glanced his way, feeling his gaze burning into your side. you walked towards him, a frown etched on your face after seeing the look on his. “is everything okay?” you asked, your voice soft. he shook his head, “you feel loved by me, right darlin?’” your mouth parted, shocked at the vulnerability laced in his words. “bo…” you trailed off, bringing your hand up and placing it on his face, he leaned into you and you felt like crying. “i always feel loved by you.”
lester sinclair
“you uh..” lester trailed off, glancing over at you, where you sat in the passenger seat of his truck, “you feel loved by me? don’t ya?” you frowned, trying to make eye contact with your boyfriend, but he kept his gaze trained on the road ahead. “where’s this coming from, lester?” he shrugged, “i know i’m not exactly the most…normal boyfriend out there. i just wanna make sure ya know i love ya.” you blinked, his words still processing when you scooted closer to him, thigh to thigh before resting your head on his shoulder. “i’ll always feel loved by you, baby.”
ian mckinley
you and ian walked through the doors to hellschool, fingers laced together as you maneuvered around the kids who didn’t know how to say excuse me. when the two of you saw a guy holding up a sign with some corny punch line asking his girlfriend to prom, ian had every intention to keep walking, but you insisted on stopping to see the girls reaction. ian watched as your face lit up, practically squealing when the girl said yes and hugged her boyfriend. he paused, stopping you with him. you looked up and he searched your eyes, “you know i love you…right?” you frowned, keeping your eyes locked onto his. “yea, baby, of course i know that.”
nick jones
nick heard you and carly giggling about some sweet, over the top gesture wade had done for valentine’s day. it made him think of his present, which was…a shared blunt and dollar store chocolate followed by sex. fuck…how could he be so stupid? you deserved better than that. he was so engrossed in his own self sabotaging thoughts that he didn’t even notice you coming up to him until you placed yourself in his lap, worry creased in your brow as you softly asked him if everything was okay. he nodded, but the frown you hated so much remained in his face. he looked into your eyes, and couldn’t help but wonder out loud, “do you feel loved by me?” you furrowed your brows, your heart breaking as you realized he was serious. “oh baby,” you whispered, cupping his face, “of course i feel loved by you. you make me so happy.”
slashers react to you having strep throat
Ghostface
“so no head?”
Michael Myers
“…”
Jason Voorhees
“…”
Amanda Young
“aw you poor thing.” she tucks you into bed and makes you a nice bowl of asbestos soup.
Pinhead
“so awesome that you contract a disease that makes you unable to breathe. can I have it?”
Kurt Kunkle
“ok… well I can’t make good content with you sleeping… so can you please get over it?”
Met slasher, didn’t get killed
Request Summary:
Requested by @hdhhffgjdhdhdbdbd
You were over your classmate’s house studying for the upcoming Biochemistry Exam. Thankfully, they lived in the same neighborhood so it wasn’t far from home. Two other classmates were there when you arrived, making it a small study group. Which was great, you could all suffer memorizing amino acid structures together.
First classmate left to use the bathroom, didn’t come back after a long time. Host goes to look for them, doesn’t come back…same with the last one..
Now black don’t investigate. You weren’t a police detective nor getting paid to do so. So you stayed right in the living room, feeling very uncomfortable.
Something doesn’t feel right. Your spirit suddenly told your body to leave, now! So you move hastily to leave and Michael appears around the corner in the hallways. You bump into him and fall down.
You take one look at him and you scramble to get up and run. Before Michael could grab you, you juke the fuck out of him. I mean really fucked up his ankles, causing his head to bump into the wall next to him.
You’re fast AF and you get home in no time, but you realized that you dropped everything when you fell. Oh the fuck well, at least there was a spare key under the mat.
The only thing that prevented you from getting killed was Michaels reaction time. After bumping into him, he was mesmerized by your appearance- namely your skin color. Beautiful and unique.
Plus juking him as fast as you did didnt make it better
He’s interested in figuring you out.. so he grabs your things, reading your driver’s license to get your address, and leaves them on your window sill for you to find the next day
Ghostface
You were walking home with your frenemy (it’s complicated). At some point, you both heard footsteps getting closer and closer, very fast. All of the sudden you frenemy was stabbed from behind. You freeze and they get stabbed a few more times - falling over dead. Ghostface was about to stab you when your body moves on it’s own and you punch him
Ghostface was knocked the fuck out, you always had a mean ass right hook. And it just saved your life.
After that, Ghostface started following you but never killed you out of respect. He was impressed and wanted to step up his game next time he met you
There was an abandoned baby squirrel crying out in the woods. Jason knew about it, but couldn’t take care of the little guy. Had more pressing issues - like killing you and your little friend group that came a few hours ago.
As he made his way to your group’s camp, he noticed you rustling through the trees. Raising his machete up to kill you, he stops. You were carefully picking up that baby squirrel he saw.
So gentle and tender. You spoke to him softly, saying that you were gonna take care of him and fix his leg. Guess it was broken.
Moved by the sight, he slinks back into the trees. From then on, he keeps watch. Jason doesn’t want to kill someone like you……need more people like you in the world
