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❝ have fun on your walk and try not to get killed, kid ❞, you looked at the window with wide eyes, mouth agape and watched billy waved at you from the window on the top floor, ❝ —we still need our precious chef to be alive after all ❞

you rolled your eyes and flipped him off. you turned back and trek down the path into the forest

you couldn't help but admire the stars above

fortunately, your two new 'roommates' decided stayed in, claiming they needed their beauty rest and to heal which was alright to you. you didn't want to deal with their pathetic whines if they harm themselves again

your headed into the woods, aimlessly walking around but you made sure to keep an eye for the light coming from your house incase you get lost

❝ i never expected a lake this close to the house ❞, you mumble to yourself and walked to a nearby bench, not daring to sit on the wooden structure, ❝ —there's no way i'm sitting on that ❞

it was pitch black outside, the lake was roughly eight feet deep and the colour wasn't pleasant either. you could sniff the rotten egg-like smell coming from it causing you to step back in disgust

❝ that's horrendous—shit! ❞

a searing pain shot from your leg to your hips, agony surged through your body as you collapsed to the ground. you grimaced, biting your lips from screaming and looked at your fucked up leg

❝ fuck! ❞

it was a bear trap. your breathing was uneven, letting out grunts of pain when you shifted to lean against the bench

god, you could feel the blood rolling down your legs, causing a pool of blood on the grass

❝ stu! billy! anyone please help! ❞, you cried, feeling your uneven breathing become shallow, eyes drooping until the bush from across the lake snapped your out of it

❝ hello? is anyone there? ❞

the rustling continued when a man walked through it. he was at least six foot five. he had a mask covering his face and he seems to be holding something on his left hand as well

❝ what's with the mask these days ❞, your face twisted in pain, remembering your situation and called out to the man, ❝ s-sir, will you please call someone for help? uh i-i'm losing a lot of blood here ❞

unfortunately, the male didn't reply nor did he turn back but he did start walking towards you. once he finally stepped out of the shadow your eyes widened comically

this wasn't any regular guy, it's jason bloody vorhees

you clenched your teeth as he was getting closer and closer. his big and lumbering figure with his enervating machete on his left hand

❝ look sir—i mean jason, i didn't mean to trespass your property or anything ❞, you tried to explain, stopping every once in a while to take a breather. you can tell your losing too much blood

❝ how about an offer! ❞, you say, your clammy hands clutching your knees and squeezed your eyes shut

jason stilled at your words, his head tilted to the side, seeming almost interested

❝ i-i've got a place nearby a-and there's two people, w-who's like you—a killer ❞

your blood coated your bleeding hands, desperately gripping on the metal object, ❝ i'll provide you food as well as shelter for you just p-please i promise i won't go behind your back to the p-police ❞