Slashers x Reader

Jason Voorhees- Serial Killer (Part 1)

Request from: @SuicidalMelon  "Jason Voorhees x Serial Killer! Reader" 

The echoing loom of the sound of sirens was in the distance now, you had yet to be caught. This was like a game to you, a murderous game of catch me if you can or hide and seek, tag perhaps. There were warrants posted for your arrest in almost all states, but you just thought that it meant you had to up your game, maybe go off the grids for a bit then jump back into the game. But where could you hide? It had to be out of the way, not too close to civilization.

Your mud covered boots slapped against the packed dirt road as you thought about places you'd be able to lay low in for a while. It was almost dark, the tops of the trees beginning to fade out of vision and into the black sky. Out of the corner of your eye, you were able to spot something. It was kind of dirty but still visible. "Camp Crystal Lake" You whispered to yourself, the corners of your lip twitching upward as you started down the road.

Now even though the cops tried to cover up what happened a while back here, there was information leaked which most know of, about the machete wielding psycho that massacred countless teens. This was kind of his turf, but much time has passed so he probably died, is what you were thinking in your head, unaware of the dead expressionless eyes watching you in the cover of the trees, looking over your blood stained clothes, but finding no weapon, but still. You were on his turf now.

Old and dusty, is what you could say about the cabins. It looked as if they were in the middle of being renovated then everyone suddenly dropped everything and left. "Probably spooked by the legend" you hummed to yourself as you sat down on an old torn up sofa. "Homey, I like it." you said, semi-sarcastic.  After you had scouted out around the camp, you decided some shut eye could be well needed, plopping down on that old sofa and kicking back, leaving everything on in case you had to book it out of there.

Rays of sunlight peaked through the broken window, stirring you slightly, but what really woke you was when you couldn't feel the light for a few brief seconds. Your eyes opened and you sat up in a flash, your hand going to the inside pocket of your jacket, grasping the handle of your blade. Slowly, you stood, being quiet as you could as you made your way to the door.

Weather it was a wildlife or man, you had to be sure. It could have been some hikers or it could have been the case, and if it were either of them you'd have to take care of the issue and flee once again.  As you stepped outside, you had to squint slightly, raising the hand that held your knife to shield your eyes from the bright rays of the sun. 

Glancing around, you got an eerie feeling in your gut, and whenever you got that feeling the outcome was never good. Your knuckles became slightly white as you gripped the handle just a little tighter, making your way around. 

After a full inspection, you were ready to come to the conclusion that it was just a deer or something, until your shadow became a lot taller. Your eyes widened, but you didn't feel scared. A rush of Adrenalin shot through you as you spun around, reeling you arm back ready to strike, only for your wrist to be enclosed in a rather large hand. The tattered and muddy pants, torn jacket, and...the signature hockey mask. 

Your eyes widened and for the first time in a while, a tremor of fear ran through your body as you looked into the empty eye holes of that mask. His head tilted as he gazed down at your knife which had dried blood stains on it. now this was a pretty durable knife, a gift you got it as when you were younger, a hunting knife, and you always kept her in great condition, nice and sharp and clean most of the time.

Was this the end for you? (Y/n) (L/N) the elusive murder to be killed ironically by her idol. Tragic. Or perhaps not. Your wrist was released from his grip, neither of you moved. You both stood there having a stare off or something. You squinted, then of course, your cocky attitude kicked in. "So whats your deal?" You asked, crossing your arms in a rather sassy matter, and due to Jason's body language you could tell he was a bit taken back by this. 

"I mean come on man, I was havin a good nap, then you wake me up, i almost stab you cause I thought you were a cop who caught my trail and-" when his head tilted again you could tell that his confusion was growing. "Oh how rude of me, the names (y/n), might have heard of me might not have, don't matter." By now the confusion level was through the roof. 

The mass murder Jason Voorhees was being sassed by a (Age) woman who just wandered into HIS camp and almost stabbed him. This lady had balls. "Were you watching me sleep? I mean I know its kinda your thing but dude a lady needs her privacy-" As you kept ranting on, he just kinda tilted his head at you.  Clearly you knew who he was and what he had done and what he still does, and here you are sassing him and giving him a lecture on privacy.

 "H-Hey are you listening?" You questioned, snapping your fingers in front of his face, to which he once again grabbed your wrist, you could feel his glare on you, to which you giggled nervously, "whoops..." you whispered under your breath. Jason didn't let go of your wrist as he lead you into the woods surrounding Crystal Lake, what was to come for the evasive Y/n L/n...

Hey everyone! Finally updated I know I know, part one to this, let me know what you think so far in the comments!