Faded Memories (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

Chapter 1

[Y/N - Your Name] - [F/C - Favorite Color]

Sighing deeply, you listen silently to the rain pattering against your car, your head resting on the wheel. After a few moments, you pull yourself together enough to at least pull the keys from the ignition. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you reach over into the passengers side of your car, grabbing your umbrella. Looking through the wind-shield of your car, you see the familiar sign that says 'Camp Crystal Lake.' A half smile forms on your face as you remember your first memory of the now run down camp.

"C'mon, Mom!" Your eyes shined with excitement and purity. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" She laughs as she lets you drag her around the campground. Your Mom hauls your duffel bag full of clothing and all the necessities you'd need for the Summer over her shoulder, barely able to keep hold of you and the bag without letting go of one or the other.

Letting go of your Mom, you run off in your own direction. Looking back at her you laugh. "You're too slow!" Right on cue, you run straight into someone, falling back onto your butt. With a slight groan you stand up and let out a giggle, looking up to who you had ran into.

"Sorry, miss." Her eyes shine and she laughs slightly. "Well that's quite alright! Who might you be?" She asks, leaning down to your level. "I'm (Y/N)!" The woman smiles. "What a beautiful name! I'm Pamela. I'm the cook for the Summer." Nodding in understanding, your Mom jogs up behind you, breathing heavy. "I am SO sorry about that!" She speaks with an apologetic look. "Oh it's fine! No harm done!" Pamela introduces herself to your Mom and they begin to exchange small talk.

Your Mom excuses herself from the conversation for a few moments. Looking down at you, she hands you your duffel bag with a smile. "(Y/N), go ahead and explore the camp some more. Make some new friends, pick out a cabin, and BEHAVE." She warns, kissing your head. You groan and roll your eyes. "I know, I know. Bye Mom, bye Miss Pamela!" You wave to them as you run off towards the cabins with your bag in hand. It was almost as big as you, which made it hard to carry.

Walking to the first cabin you see, you look through the windows on your tip-toes. The windows were covered in light dirt, but they were still clean enough to see straight through. The cabin was completely empty, so you waltzed in and threw your bag down on the first bed you saw. You decided that you would set everything up when you got back from lunch. You were starving.

Walking out of the cabin, your nerves began to get the best of you. What if no one wanted to be your friend? What if you got bullied? What if you didn't like it here? Questions raced through your mind as you walked alone to the dining hall.

Opening the door, the room was empty, silent, and the only noise heard was coming from the kitchen. Clanking from pots and pans, and a few voices were heard. It sounded like Pamela talking to someone. Walking in, the doors close behind you and the talking stops. A face pops out from behind the counter. Miss Pamela smiles and waves at you. "Oh, (Y/N)! How are you? Come in, come in! Have a seat!" She sweetly says as she puts down a stained towel on the counter top. You smile and nod, walking to the seat closest to her.

"You're early! Lunch is in another hour!" Pamela chuckles and leans against the counter top. You look over to the clock and laugh. "Oh. I guess I should come back later then. Or if you want, I can help you." You offer with a small shrug and smile. Pamela's grin widens and she nods. "You know, that would be just great! But first, I'd like you to meet someone." Pamela opens the side of the counter motioning for you to come inside. You smile and walk over to her. "So who am I going to meet?" You curiously ask, looking around the kitchen to see nobody. Pamela shakes her head and her hands move to her hips. "That boy. A shy one he is. You stay here, I'll go get him." You nod and smile as she walks off.