Loneliness (Slashers x reader)

The quiet kid in the camp... (Jason Voorhees x child reader pt.1)

(don't worry this isn't pedophilia, it's more like father child thing y'know?)

First person pov:

"Ugh.." I groaned raising my head, the sounds of birds filling my ears, causing me to untense. That was right, my parents put me in camp. The smell of the lake filled my nose, I moved the sheets on top of me, and crawled down the ladder to the floor. Well, what was I gonna wear today? I looked at my closet for clothes and picked one (in the comments for this one you can describe what you would wear or put a link for it, because my style might not match everyone's!!)

I grabbed a book and went outside to sit on the dock and admire the lake, looking over I remembered that I was put in, 'Camp Crystal Lake', yup the one with 'Jason Voorhees' I didn't believe that he came back to life, but I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He drowned at my age, he was only 11 (canonly, but you can use any age that you think he was!). But to think that people made a superstition about the poor boy, but I couldn't feel as bad for his mother, she was a murderer.. Of course it was for her son, as she stated. But it still felt wrong. Suddenly, I bumped into someone and I stumbled and fell. "H-" before I could say anything I looked up, the person I'd bumped into was tall, and he held a machete to his side, looking up he wore a tattered, dirty coat. and on top his face, a hockey mask. I went to scream but then I heard "wake up! [Y/N] wake up it's time to eat!" And I opened my eyes, and sat up. 'Phew, just a nightmare.' I thought.

Well, it felt as if the dream foreshadowed my day. I got up picking that exact same outfit, it felt weird to, though. And I grabbed my book and ran to sit on the edge of the dock so I didn't run into someone, like in my dream.  Wait, what'd they say? Time to eat? Shit! I'm starving. I got up from the dock, running to the cafeteria and ate breakfast. 

The day went on, same as every old day, if only it could've stayed that way. And then it was night time. Typically the counselors did well "adult activities" as they told us, but we all knew. The other kids joked around with the superstition of 'Friday the 13th' as that was today. What an unlucky day for the counselors. I was completely silent the whole day, yup you guessed it I'm the quiet kid. I grabbed my favorite book and headed to the dock, completely forgetting about my dream. But then I bumped into someone; I stumbled and fell. Just as my dream had described there he was, machete in hand. Well, shit. Guess this was the end for me.

I sighed, and looked up at him. I hadn't even noticed I was crying, but didn't I want this? "Hello, sir. If you're going to finish it all just do it, it doesn't bother me." I said, my voice trembling. He looked down at me, tilting his head, was he confused or? You know what nevermind, let's just get this over with. I rested my head on the ground and laid there waiting for my sweet death, but it never came. I just laid there like an idiot, in front of a deranged machete wielding murderer. Maybe it was true. I looked back up "You're Jason Voorhees, aren't you?" He looked down at me, again and nodded. I got up and hugged him "I'm so so sorry for what happened.." I said with a genuine, sweet tone. Wow, I've gone completely insane. I'm hugging a murderer, who drowned when he was my age.

Jason's pov:

'What the hell is wrong with this kid? [S/O] {he/she/they/ whatever else ca be put here, I don't judge :)} isn't running away? And how'd they know my name? Why do they feel bad for me? Why'd they ask me to kill them? What is going on??' . All these questions went through my mind as the kid hugged me. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around the fragile child. It felt nice to have a hug I suppose. I just hope my mom doesn't expect me to kill [S/O] {you should get the point.}

First person pov {Y/N}:

He hugged me back? This was so weird. Am I dreaming? Is someone going to tell me to wake up again? Nope. Definitely not a dream. He picked me up and put me over his shoulder and carried me somewhere, I tried to look over my shoulder, but gave up. Wherever I was being taken, it was better to let him. Until I felt something soft touch my back, a bed, perhaps? I turned around, definitely a bed. Despite him being a murderer, he was surprisingly sweet? Meh, This was a long day, might as well take a rest.. I thought, laying down on my back again and curled into a ball and fell asleep.

No one woke me, but I felt warm. I woke up in the arms of the killer I had met yesterday. We stared at each other for a bit. "Well, good morning, sir." I said finally breaking the silence, in response he nodded at me. Not much of a talker, hm? I thought. "Excuse me.. Mr. Voorhees? Do you talk, or know how to write?" I immediately regretted my words after saying it. I gulped. What I wasn't expecting was a response. "Yes." he said, a short but simple answer that still left me in utter shock. "You- You can talk?!" I said, it turned out to seem more rude than I had intended it to. He just nodded again. Well, at least I knew now.

And ever since then, I saw him as a father figure. (welp short but sweet story I guess)

but if you wanted to know the outfit I would've picked here is the link:

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/1128503619101285131/

yes, emo.

NOW LOSER HAHAHAHAHAHHHA GUESS WHAT YOU HAVE TO WAIT FOR A PT. 2 HAHAHHAHAHHA