Gentle giant (Jason voorhees x reader)

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Jason's POV

I don't remember what happened...I was so clouded by my anger and embarrassment. When I calmed down I went back to the cabin thinking y/n would be there waiting for me so we can talk but she wasn't there. I started to panic big time! I looked everywhere for her but she just vanished. 'gone'. She wouldn't even respond to my calls! I thought the worst. 'Did she leave because I'm..."small?"' Out of frustration I trashed the cabin and went on a bit of a murder spree.

Y/n's POV

I was cold and hungry. I thought about going back but Jason probably hates me now, I saw the look in his eyes,the way he threw me. There was no love in his eyes...tears built up in my eyes threatening to fall. I love Jason but I hurt him, he's probably better off without me. Cars one by one passed me by as I walked down the seemingly endless road. I didn't want a ride, being ran over maybe is more accurate. The look he gave me broke my heart. I never meant to hurt him, I'm the worst fiance.

I looked at the ring and I could have sworn I saw Pam's smiling face looking back at me. Up ahead was a bench, sitting down I hesitantly too off the ring holding it tightly in my hands. "Pam, what do I do? I-I didn't mean to bully..." I stopped and gasped at myself. Bully. I just bullied him! I put the ring back on holding my stomach emptying the contents of my stomach on the floor next to me. I was hyperventilating to the extreme. 'im just as bad as them'

Quickly getting back to my feet I started sprinting back to camp crystal lake as fast as I could with my injured back. 'Jason I'm so sorry I'm going to make this right'. The closer I got to camp the stronger the smell of fire became. 'Jesus Christ what's burning?'

Y/n's mom's POV

I am currently in the car with the sheriff with several police following behind. He comforted me as I "cried". "My poor poor darling y/n! She must be so scared and defenseless" I wailed. The sheriff pulled out a pack of what looked like gum from his pocket. "Here ma'am... please take this". I scoffed offensively but took the gum and ate a few. Minutes of silence passed until I looked in the rear view mirror reminded of the many police cars following behind us.

"What is all the backup for? I thought we were just here for my daughter. She's not dangerous unless you leave her alone with your husb- I mean she's only one girl! You can take her." The sheriff chuckled dryly. "Have you not heard the tales of camp crystal lake?" I shook my head now interested. He cleared his throat, " A young named Jason Voorhees drowned there and as time went by he made his home there. He is famous around here, no matter how many times we restrict the area the damn kids come anyways and we have to arrange their funerals and shit like that."

I cackled at the sheriff's bizarre story, "That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! You just said it yourself! He drowned. You don't just come back from the dead like that, it's impossible!" The sheriff glared at me making me shut up. "Hopefully you're right and he won't come and slaughter us all." My blood ran cold. The car pulled into the camp's main entrance with the other cars following close behind and parking. I got out instantly hiding behind the sheriff, "okay where did you see y/n last ma'am?" I pointed towards the woods but he meant for me to go in front and lead.

Taking a deep breath I did just that but of course I asked for a gun. Little did I know they turned the safety on. As we got deeper in the trees the darker and heavier the atmosphere got. I had the unsettling feeling of dread. I turned back after realizing I heard nothing behind me. I whipped around and there was nothing, nobody! Except for puddles and puddles of blood and now dead police officers! "Sh-sheriff? T-t-this isn't a funny joke..." Just then I saw a bulky figure emerge from a tree in the distance. I aimed my gun at the approaching shape shaking in pure fear. "S- STOP!" I pressed on the trigger but was only met with empty clicking.

Without realizing he was now a few feet in front of me. I looked up and peed my pants falling into the floor on my ass. "P-please j-jason Don't kill m-" He grabbed me by my hair lifting me up and dragging me. The dried leaves on the ground crunched scratching my legs and arms in the struggle. The towering thing they call "Jason" pinned me to the ground stepping hard on my chest. I gasped and stopped as I heard multiple cracks, I was in so much pain! He was holding something. It was long and shiny, it looked like a blade. At this point it was so hard to breathe.

I closed my eyes ready to accept my fate until the sheriff lit a torch made from what looked like a stick and some cloth that was set on fire to back him off of me! 'my hero!' I attempted to get up but I physically couldn't, it hurts. The pain was unbearable but I still tried crawling away to save myself  I watched in terror as the sheriff waved the torch in front of Jason's face but he was clearly outmatched when he snatched the torch from the sheriff throwing it to the side. Jason raised his machete and cut the sheriff in half! Both side of his body fell over like Jenga blocks!

Jason turned his attention towards me but my conciseness began to fade. The last thing I saw was the murderer lumbering towards me and hearing y/n's voice as fires broke out all around. All I heard was "Jason, I'm sorry I came back as soon as i could." "B-bitc-...." I mumbled. Then I fainted going limp and letting the darkness envelope me.