Jason Vorhees x Male! Reader

Chapter 8~ Camp Finale: All Hell Breaks Loose

Chapter 8~ "Camp Finale: All Hell Breaks Loose" (Week 8)

"What was that (Y/N)?" Jason asked, his voice laced with concern as he saw the sorrowful look on your face.

"Tomorrow begins the last week of camp. I'm only here for one more week," I choked out. I buried my face into his chest and sighed. "I don't want to go back. Mom doesn't like me."

"Baby-" Pam cooed. "What if I talk to her? Keep you here with me. I'll raise you."

"Really?!" I asked hopefully.

"Of course! You're engaged to my son. That makes you my future son-in-law. Besides, if that woman can't see how amazing you are, she doesn't deserve you. There's a shortcut through the woods to get to the school bus stop, so you won't have to miss school," Pam carefully laid out the plan she was sitting on since she was told of the rift between my mom and I.

"I love you!" I squealed in delight, embracing her in a hug. She squeezed me tight, while kissing the top of my head with a laugh.

"I love you more!" Pam smiled.

"I love you both the most!" Jason added, giving us a deep chuckle. We sat in a circle planning for life on the camp. Now that I was a part of their family there were routines and roles I would have to learn and I was so excited to start my new life with them. Well it would've been nice if it wasn't for the ruckus going on outside. Pam was the first to stand and check on what was happening outside. We followed her closely, Jason, protective of me, kept close to my side. I clutched his arm in support, both for my sake of mind and to keep him from killing Mikey if he was the cause of the mess before us. The cabins were in all out war, kids were screaming and throwing pebbles at each other. The bears had managed to get out of their cabin by using bats they kept from the sports shed in the room. (Against the rules might I add).

They were swinging it around, haphazardly. Sanghee was on the ground with blood coming from his temple and crawling towards Cynthia who was seething at the boys. Some other kids were bruised and the girls were throwing pebbles at the boys from the bear cabin, trying to keep them from hitting anyone else. Even Sue-ann was appalled by their behavior and joined in the fight, shrieking profanities at them and throwing rocks. Pam quickly grabbed the boy nearest to her, the lanky rat looking boy, and ripped the bat from his hands. He squeaked up at her in fear. Her eyes were ablaze with rage and she took the bat and swung it as hard as she could at the flagpole. The noise is deafening. Everyone silenced at the ringing and watched in anticipation as Pam swung the bat over her shoulder and stood in the center.

"WHAT ARE YOU BRATS DOING?!" Pam roared. The kids flinched at her shouting, some shuffling further away. The boys with the bats gripped them tighter, nervously eyeing her but when they saw the death glare Jason was giving them, a couple of them threw their bats at the feet of Pam. Two days of rest made my fever break but the evening wind made me shiver. I gripped Jason's arm tighter, using him as a shield from the wind and to steady him. Even if I was sick, the fact that these boys thought they could hit Pam and the other kids with weapons made my blood boil. I would let Jason fight if they even so much as approached Pam with violence.

The stare down had become intense. Porky and a couple other beefy eighth graders stood defensively, readying their weapons. Sanghee was taken to the clinic by Cythia and the artsy counselor, attending to his wounds. The others were not as keen to interfere with the showdown, especially Meg, who scoffed at the scene.

"Pathetic. You brats are so fucking annoying. Can't enjoy shit without some wannabe bullies acting like fucking fools. Not my fucking problem losers," Marcie scoffed, turning on her heels and heading to her dorm, followed by her fuck buddy Barry.