|• I Had No Control Over It •| Jason Voorhees x Reader

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    I pulled my jacket closer to me as I walked down the trail, I didn't want to be by myself out here but the company I was here with wasn't my favorite. I stepped over roots that have grown into the trail, avoiding poison ivy and poison oak.

    I spotted a small pile of leaves, smiling at the childish urge to jump in it. I decided not to though. Something about it felt off. Grabbing a thick stick, poking it into the pile. I let out a yelp when a loud noise tore through the air. 'SHINK' I stared, wide eyed at the bear trap that clung to the stick. I let go of the stick, letting it drop to the ground, moving the bear trap as it did so. The stick was almost as thick as my ankle, I couldn't help but picture the thing trapped in the object's maw as my leg. I shuddered and continued walking, keeping my feet in places that were just grass or bare dirt.

     Spotting a clearing ahead of me, I jogged towards it in delight. Walking into it, I realized that I'd finally made it to the camp. Taking a deep breath, I started to walk towards the first place I'd met Jason.

    Approaching the mess hall's doors, I slowly pushed open one of the rotting things, looking around the inside. It didn't look much different besides most of the picnic tables were collapsed and unusable anymore. I walked in, keeping the door open behind me. My gaze landed on a large corkboard that was hung on the wall, papers still haphazardly pinned to it. I swiftly made my way over to it, spotting something that made my heart shatter. My hand gently traced the drawing Pamela hung up a decade prior. It was a crude drawing Jason had made for me, 2 simple stick figures that vaguely looked like me and him were holding hands, the words 'Best Freinds' sprawled over them in a messy handwriting which I adored. A small melancholy giggle erupted from my throat at the spelling of 'Friends'. He never was a very good speller.

   Gently grabbing the drawing and freeing it from the board, I folded it and put it in my pocket, wanting to keep it. I then walked over to the kitchen doors, looking in there as well for any momentos, finding nothing but rotted food, I walked out of the mess hall altogether. I spotted the dock parallel from the building I was now standing outside of. My breath hitched, slowly walking over to it. I stood right before it started and a pained whimper left me. I suddenly remembered why I never came back.

    I quickly turned from the dock, walking away and over towards the old girls cabins.

|• Jason's POV •|

    I could hear loud music coming from the west of me, deciding to make sure they weren't on my grounds, I walked towards it, my heavy foot steps thumping from underneath of me.

    Standing at the edge of the clearing a cabin was in, I figured that this was where the music was coming from, my left hand gripped my machete. "Jason, my sweet boy. They're doing what those filthy councilors were. Do me a favor dear, kill them for mommy..." Mommy's voice rang through my head as I gave an obedient nod, walking towards the cabin.

    Spotting the front door, I wedged my machete into the crevice that separated it from the doorframe. I can't make too much of a scene, I don't want a survivor. I can't have them run too far. Giving my machete a good hit, I heard a click. Opening the door and walking in, the smell of alcohol and drugs hit my nose. I glared at the smell as if it'd go away. It didn't.

    "Oh fuck, Trent!" My head whipped over to a door a few feet in head of me. Moans came through and I felt myself become enraged. I quickly walked over, trying to make my footsteps as quiet as I could in my state. I swung the door open, catching a what I assumed to be a couple off guard, a boy was on top of a girl and they were completely naked. The girl opened her mouth to scream but before she could, I jammed my machete through the boy's back, going through him and through the girl's stomach, skewering them. Blood pooled out from under them, I pulled my machete out of them with a satisfying noise.