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He's Coming (Friday the 13th)

Just a few little notes. This isnt gonna be long. This is shorter than what I would usually write. And this was a dream I had. But of course. I'm gonna change the characters. But what i noticed about the dream once I woke up was that it was similar to Friday the 13th The Game. And its nothing shippy. Hope you still like it anyway!

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Ryan's P.O.V

Don’t breathe.

Don’t make a sound.

"Where are you ya little runt?!"

Shh. Make no sound.

Pretend you’re dead.

He’s near.

He’s coming.

My heartbeat quickens as the stomping grows louder. Jonathan, with his Jason Voorhees mask still on, reaches the end of the aisle. He turns for the end opposite of me.

The stench in the air fills with blood.

He then turns to face me. He studies me, a look of confusion for a moment.

Hold your breath.

Don’t breathe.

He’ll go away soon.

Here in front of me stands Jonathan, now unmasked. He grins psychopathically.

He holds up a ball of spikes and wires. Then throws it down on my supposedly dead body.

I screamed in pain and get up. I hit him with a bat and make a run for it. I run out of the convenience store and into a nearby home. I see two people on the sides in my peripheral vision.

“I’m sorry I led him here!” I breathe out. I didn't even notice who the two people were.

I look out the window to see his dark silhouette just leaving the convenience store.

I run out the other end of the house. Making my way to the other survivors. The two survivors from the rotting home following closely behind me.

There were 7 left including myself.

“Hurry up! He’s coming!”

“Get the car done!”

Everyone’s terrified screams mixing together.

No one was able to call the police.

No one got a car done.

Even if we got the car done. It was only a four-seater.

Someone suddenly screams.

He’s here.

I push everyone out of the way.

I drop my bat and yell for someone else to pick it up.

I grab the car battery and start to work on it on the car as fast as I can.

Loud shots rang out.

I had just finished working on the car battery.

But no one had the keys.

“It ends here.” he says, blocking any way to go past him.

He held something up. And one by one shot the other survivors.

I just watched, as Bryce hesitated him. Then asked to be shot on the back of the head to quickly end it.

I watched as Bryce's body fell to the ground.

They all went down in one shot. I looked at all of the dead bodies in horror.

There was another survivor other than myself. It was Luke.

“Last one. Then it’s over.”

I looked over to the other survivor, my glare giving off a “fuck you” vibe.

I knew if I would run. I would get shot either way.

Bang. One.

Bang. Two.

Bang. Three.

Three shots.

It took him three shots to get rid of me.

With that third shot. Before I slipped away.

I face him and Luke for a final moment only to watch as they tried to escape together.

They were working together this whole time...